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DRABBLE: WHERE HE TAKES YOU FOR YOUR V-DAY DATE 🥰💘💌 (JJK) (18+) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

*DISCLAIMER: All characters mentioned in this work are over the age of 18.

Writer's Note: I decided to post something early for V-Day. Enjoy! -Jazz

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ITADORI (Carnival Date)

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Yuji loves to have fun, so it only makes sense that he takes to one of the best places on Earth.

No, not Disney World. A college student don’t got money like that.

So Yuji decided on the next best thing when he heard that the carnival was going to be in town specifically for Valentine’s Day. He had asked you to go in January, a month before, by surprising you with a box of chocolates.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he excitedly exclaimed, giving you that big, gigawatt, Yuji Itadori grin that never fails to brighten your day. “Thank you, baby,” you giggled, taking the chocolates. “But it isn’t Valentine’s Day for another month.”

Yuji’s smile faded, replaced with the expression a child would make with his hand caught in the cookie jar and then a blush that makes you feel feral for your boyfriend.

“I know,” he bashfully said. “I just got excited. Plus, there’s a surprise in there. I clipped the thorns off, so you won’t get pricked!” You laughed and did as he instructed, carefully dipping your hand into the bouquet. Your fingers latch around paper and you pull out a sheet of paper with two tickets on it. “Two tickets to the carnival?” you gasped.

He nods, running hand through his spiked, pink hair. “I figured it’d be the perfect date, y’know? Fun and romantic, for the two of us…i-if you wanna go, that is.” He gets that shy smile again that seems to always drive you insane and you kissed him as an answer, wrapping your arms tight around him.

When Valentine’s Day finally arrives, Yuji makes sure he finishes all of his work for college courses before picking you up after your shift at work in his car. You changed in the bathroom before hand and Yuji has never seen anyone look so good in a dress and jacket before. His eyes roam over your legs, hair, and face, becoming overwhelmed by your beauty. “Wow,” he gasps. “You look amazing.”

You smile at the compliment, giving him a hug in greeting. “Thanks,” you giggle. “I wore it for you.” Yuji nearly melts, especially at the scent of your perfume. It’s just as sweet as you, his baby. After opening the car door for you and putting your work bag in the backseat, Yuji hops in and drives off towards the carnival which is packed with couples and single friends for the night. Once you get there and get through security, you and Yuji walk side by side among the many food stands, games, rides, and glittering carnival lights.

“So,” you start, noticing how close your hands are at the same time as Yuji. You inch closer, interlacing your fingers together as you take his hand into yours. "Where here to first?” you ask with a smile that nearly stops Yuji’s thought process. He smiles back, shrugging. “Anywhere you want.”

So you go everywhere. You drag Yuji to a haunted house where you both snuffle together in a cart, too occupied with kissing and touching to focus on the screams and impressive, ghostly attractions popping up everywhere. Yuji starts to pop a hard-on being so close to you and feeling your lips on his, but it’s dark enough where he has time to will it down before the ride ends. He then drags you over to a slingshot attraction where he laughs at your wild screams as you’re both shot dozens of feet off of the air, the chilly wind rushing through your ears.

You eat everything too: cotton candy; hot dogs; funnel cake; chocolate. You feel like a little kid with Yuji, in the best way. You also play every single game because Yuji is hellbent on getting you an oversized plushie that you’ve had your eye on since you got here. Your man is as athletic as he is stubborn, playing every ring toss game or activity where you hit an object with a ball or a pellet. But he just can’t win.

“Yuji, you don’t have the play every single of these games,” you giggle as he drags you over to yet another game. This one has to do with a bunch of balloon heads made up to look like clowns that you have to toss a ball at and pop.

He shakes his head as he passes the host a dollar, having used all of your tokens on food and rides. “Until I win you one of those big ass plushies, I’m not giving up,” he huffs, his eyes burning with defiance and determination. You watch from the sidelines as he begins the game, taking a deep breath before nailing a ball at one of the balloons.

It pops instantly, making you jump. Yuji pumps his fists in victory, looking like an oversized little kid.

“Did you see that, baby?” he laughs, pointing at the popped balloon. “I decked that damn clown!” You applaud him and stand by his side as the host asks you which plushie you want. You admire all of the cute animals and anime characters there before your eyes land on the oversized plushie.“I’ll take the panda,” you giggle. You turn to Yuji who knowingly laughs at your choice. “It reminds me of someone we know.”

You also take photos in a photo booth, Yuji carrying everything you bought and won tonight despite you telling him not to. “Let’s take some for the road,” he suggests with a smile, nodding at the booth. “I wanna remember tonight.”

After putting all of the items on the floor underneath you, you crawl into the small booth with Yuji, nearly sitting on his lap because of how tight and cramped the booth is. After two pictures of you smiling next to each other and then making silly faces, you crawl into Yuji’s lap, unable to contain your happiness or love for him. He looks up at you, confused and starstruck at your sudden action. You then press your glossy lips to his before kissing his chin, his cheeks, his forehead, coating his entire face and neck in pink gloss.

“Y/N,” he groans, blushing a beet red. You giggle, taking his chin into your hands as you turn to face the camera, your face and ass in the shot as you straddle him. “Smile for the camera, pretty boy,” you purr. A countdown appears on the screen and you smile, preparing yourself.

“I love you,” he whispers right as the camera flashes. You turn to him and swoon at the adoration in his eyes. You bend down to kiss him as another flash appears, snapping a photo. “I love you too,” you giggle against his soft lips.

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“Y/N, a-are you sure that no one's gonna…oh, shit!”

You mischievously giggle from your spot on your knees between Yuji’s long legs and muscular thighs that your nails deliciously stroke, causing goosebumps to pimple on his skin in your fingers’ wake. He can only watch as you take his cock deep down your throat as he leans back against the Ferris wheel’s bench, doing his best to not move too much so the box doesn’t swing.

Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re all the way at the top of the wheel or else someone would definitely see you gagging on his dick like the little slut he loves you as when you’re alone and in the mood. You gasp as you pop off of his cock, his head slipping out from between those plump lips. “No one's gonna find us up here, Yuji,” you giggle. “Unless you’re that loud. Now relax and cum for me. I know you wanna fill up my throat.”

You go back to work, bobbing your head along his cock that stretches out your tight, wet, sloppy throat that drives Yuji insane. He bites his lip to the point of drawing blood as you begin to fondle his heavy balls too, your fingers massaging them to the point where he is sure he’ll cum. “Fuck, fuck!” he whines. “Baby, please!” His whimpers and soft moans fill the tiny box, his fingers digging into the seat. How are you this fucking hot?

As you continue to take his cock down your throat like it’s nothing, he can feel himself about to nut, your hot, wet mouth too much to take. “N-No…wanna cum with you! Please don’t let me do it alone, baby!” His begging prompts you to stop, your lips coated in spit and pre-cum. He stares down at you, twitchy and pent-up. “Ride me,” he pleads. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, Y/N, please.”

Riding him on a Ferris wheel? Who would’ve thought Itadori was so freaky? “Okay, baby, okay,” you coo. “Just keep it down, okay?” He nods as you push your panties to the side and climb on top of him, his big hands grasping your hips and ass the way he needs to. When you finally sink down onto his cock, it takes everything in you to not moan out loud. You have to cover your mouth as you begin to rock your hips into Yuji, riding his dick and rubbing your clit against his pelvis.

Soon, Yuji can’t take it and begins fucking from beneath you, his hips slamming up into yours with enough force to rock the box, but neither of you care. Not when your gushing, tight pussy feels so good squeezing around him and his cock strokes your walls so well. “Fuck, Yuji, you’re so good!” you gasp into his ear. "Keep fucking me just like that! You’re such a good boy for me!”

You run your fingers through his hair, gripping onto the pink locks as he gives your ass a smack that nearly makes you bust. “And you’re such a good girl for me,” he groans. “Gonna fill you up so good…make you mine…” You can feel his cock swelling inside of you and you begin to meet his thrusts, slamming yourself down onto him again and again until you both feel that cord inside of you about to snap.

“Cum with me,” he begs. “Cum with me, baby, please!” He leans up and presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips as you both moan into each other’s mouth. It’s a good thing too because when you cum, you’re loud. You can’t help it, especially the way Yuji spurts cum deep inside of you as you gush all over his cock. The feeling is euphoric though very wet.

After the ride ends, Yuji helps you with your dress and hair while he pulls his pants back up like nothing happened. But the cum that drips down your thighs is a reminder as he helps you off of the Ferris wheel, spent and satisfied. “Thank you for the date, baby,” you giggle. “And your cum.”

Yuji smirks, a blush coating his cheeks as he wraps an arm possessively around your waist. To anyone else, it just looks like a guy bringing his girl close to him, but they don’t see his hand palming your ass. “Anytime,” he chuckles. “Now we’ll both remember this night.”

GOJO (Nightclub Date)

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When the man tells you to put on your sexiest dress, you think it’s for a romantic, luxurious dinner. Not a nightclub!

You dug out your best, body-hugging, soul-snatching dress for the occasion, thinking your boyfriend would wine and dine you tonight, especially when he picked you up in a limo earlier. But now seeing where you stand, among the mood lights, dancing people, and bar hoppers, you feel like you shouldn’t have stepped out of the house at all.

Gojo sits beside you in all black––black tee, black jeans, black kicks––with two gold chains hanging from his neck. He smells of expensive cologne and his usual shades just adds to the sex appeal he oozes.

“Sooo?” he prompts, grinning at you. “You like it?”

You look around the club, frowning from your section. Gojo rented out a private section away from the prying eyes of the club. It’s a nice section, you will admit, with a curved booth and complimentary water. “Satoru, this is not at all what I dressed for,” you say, disappointed. “I thought you were taking me out to dinner or somewhere more romantic!”

His smiles fades, replaced with a pout that reminds you of a child. “But this is romantic,” he argues, nodding at the red and pink lights lighting up the place. You roll your eyes. “And they have food here! C’mon, you didn’t even look at the menu yet, babe! And all the drinks are for Valentine’s Day!” He shows you the menu which comes with shrimp cocktails, lemon-pepper wings, and all kinds of cocktails made for the holiday.

You mumble indifferently to yourself, still unsure. “Yeah, but…” Though this is a fun idea, you want a candlelit dinner and then your back broken out in Gojo’s bed. He must see you struggling to enjoy yourself because he lowers the menu and stares you down across the table, his blue eyes serious.

“I wanted us to try something new for tonight than just dinner or a movie. Something adventurous. Plus, you’re way too fine to not take out to a club.”

You flush at the compliment, staring down at your cleavage that you just had to leave out to play tonight. He leans over to cover your hand with his. “Just give it a half an hour and if you’re still uncomfortable, we can leave,” he promises, his gaze sad and dejected. “Just want us to have a little fun, Y/N. You’ve been workin’ so hard lately.”

And you have. You’ve been going overtime to make enough extra money for the spring, so for Gojo to notice and want to do something fun for you is so sweet. It makes you feel incredibly guilty. “Okay,” you sigh. He grins at this, excited. “But only for a half an hour,” you pointedly add, jabbing an acrylic nail at him. He nods though there’s a devilishness behind his smile that makes you believe he is planning something to make you think different.

After you order some Valentine’s Day-inspired drinks and some wings to share, you find yourself sitting thigh to thigh with Gojo, slapping his chest when he whispers something nasty in your ear. When you turn your head, you find several eyes on you, women and men alike. Their gazes are sharp and pointed with envy while some check Gojo out despite you sitting right there. Feeling hot with awareness and anger, you turn away to tell Gojo, but he is already one step ahead of you, having noticed eyes on him since he walked in…but that’s normal for him.

Unbeknownst to you, you had eyes on you too, admiring your body in your dress and your hair that Gojo will most definitely be yanking on later when he has you bent over his bed and your cunt gushing around him. He slings an arm around the back of the booth behind your head, trapping you between him.

“They know I’m here with you,” he chuckles, staring at you from over the rim of his glasses. “And they’re sadly mistaken if they think I’m giving this up for a single night with them.”

He takes your hand and kisses it, filling you with butterflies and tingles. “You’re the only one for me, baby,” he coos. “And I hope this proves it.” His eyes tick to somewhere behind you and you turn, gasping at the sight before you.

Your bottle girl has returned with your chocolate martinis and wings, but another stands there with a big ass bouquet of a dozen of your favorite flowers, sweet-smelling and colorful. You thank the waitresses as your food is placed before you and you’re given your flowers. “‘Tarou,” you coo, beaming at him. “You really must want some neck later.”

Gojo smirks suggestively at your words, a hand snaking over your thigh. “Oh, I want way more than that, mama,” he purrs. “But after we get these drinks down.” You each pick up your martinis and he coaxes you to carry the toast. “Too an amazing Valentine’s Day,” you say with a giddy smile. “Cheers!” You clink glasses and share a kiss before downing your first set of drinks for the night.

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You’re so glad Gojo rented a private section for the occasion because the after-party takes place right after the drinks start kicking in…and only you two are invited.

And you highly doubt anyone would want to see your boyfriend’s fingers stuffed inside of you, your legs spread wide over the leather seats. “Tarou,” you whimper, your hand clutching his toned forearm. “S-Someone’s gonna see!” Your voice hiccups on the last word, growing high-pitched as his index and middle finger curl inside of you, gliding over that spot that makes the world blurry and your body tingly.

Gojo chuckles teasingly into your ear as he nips and kisses your neck and collarbone, his body blocking the dance floor from seeing you getting finger-fucked. “Someone will definitely see if you don’t keep it down, baby girl,” he coos. “You’ve got such a cute expression when you’re drunk and horny.”

He uses his free hand to grip your cheeks, causing them to squish together as you whimper and moan, each sound hidden by the music blasting from the speakers above. You shouldn’t have had so many drinks and you know you only made things worse of yourself by grinding your ass against Gojo on the dance floor moments before. You let out a muffled moan behind your hand as his palm begins to rub against your clit in time with his fingers fucking your pussy. “Who knew two martinis and a couple shots would make you so slutty?” he cackles. “Shit, baby, you’re grippin’ around me so tight! That’s my girl. That’s my good little slut.”

He starts to move his skilled hand faster, coaxing you to cum all over his fingers and the seat. But you stop him, grabbing his wrist. “Satoru!” you whine, desperate for relief but in private. “Not here, please! I need you to fuck me!” At the desperation in your voice, his fingers pause, still snuggly inside of you. You stare into his blue eyes, willing him to listen to you. “I want you to cum with me,” you whimper. “Want you to fuck this pussy and make this night count. Please, Daddy.”

‘Please, Daddy.’ That line seems to always work for Gojo. You’re saying the exact same thing when he has you on your back hours later in his silky-soft bed, his cock buried deep inside of you and his hips slamming against yours with enough force to make the bed rock. “Please, Daddy!” you beg. “Please make me cum!”

Gojo hovers above you, his pretty face looking down at you as he watches your titties bounce and your wet cunt stretch around his cock. “Yeah?” he huffs. “You wanna cum? You wanna cum all over your man’s big fucking dick, baby?” He doesn’t let up with his merciless thrusts, causing you to not only cum uncontrollably around his cock, but to squirt, your juices splashing all over the bed and his lower stomach. It triggers his own orgasm and he pulls out to spray his cum all over your gorgeous tits.

Panting, you lie on the bed, spent and mouth agape from what you just did. “Aww, mama, you squirted,” he coos, laughing at your embarrassed expression. He suddenly pins your thighs apart and begins to rub your overly-sensitive clit, grinning at your gasps and sobs. “C’mon, gimme another one. C’mon, slutty girl.”

You babble nonsense and protests, stuck between yes and no as tears begin to dot your lash-line. He notices, still flicking your clit with his thumb. “What? You gonna cry?” You nod frantically, hoping he’ll stop…but Gojo Satoru is an asshole. “Too bad,” he chuckles. “You ain’t gettin’ out of this one, baby. Now cum for me again.”

And you do, once again squirting all over the bed and in your boyfriend’s mouth as he greedily laps it up.

NANAMI (Picnic Date)

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Nanami is a pretty low-key guy anyway, so a park date appeals to him when you suggest it.

Even more so when he gets that surprise the moment he happens upon the park’s grounds with you in tow. You two walk side by side in your warm, wool trench coats through the snowy park on a starry Valentine’s Day night, your hand hooked through his elbow. The minute his eyes widen behind his spectacles, you smile.

Before him lies a thick blanket where one picnic basket and a portable speaker playing soft music sits under a canopy of trees. You picked a place secluded from the hiking and running trails, not wanting to be interrupted by anyone. “I figured it’d be better than a fancy dinner date,” you explain with a shy smile. “I didn’t cook. I didn’t really have the time, so I just got some stuff from the grocery store.”

Nanami still looks like he can’t believe that this is happening or that you did something so sweet for him. He has never celebrated Valentine’s Day with a romantic partner before, so he still isn’t sure what comes with it or what he’s supposed to do, but he knows that he’s enjoying it so far with you. He sits with you on the blanket, feeling slightly awkward and out of place, as you pull out your feast for the romantic dinner.

He can't help but laugh to himself as you pull out the plastic packs of sandwiches on sesame seed rolls, fruit, a small charcuterie pack to share, and a bottle of wine with two plastic glasses. He picks up the sandwich, examining it. “Ham sandwiches?” he chuckles, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You love ham sandwiches!” you protest, cutely pouting at him. “With extra mustard.” At this, Nanami’s smile fades and he looks down at the pack. Sure enough, it does have extra mustard which means you’ve been paying close attention to him. Taking his frown for something negative, you scramble to appease him. “W-We can always go somewhere if you want,” you quickly add.

You can feel your heart drooping in disappointment. You know that the picnic isn’t perfect, but you thought it’d be perfect for Nanami. You just wanted to make him happy. But to your shock and utter relief, he is overjoyed. “No,” he firmly says. “This is perfect. I just haven’t had anyone do this for me before.” He puts the sandwich down and takes your hand, his eyes soft and loving. “Thank you,” he softly says, sounding moved by the sweet gesture.

Your smile is as beautiful as the twinkling stars above, prompting him to retrieve a small bag from his coat pocket. “I brought a little something along for you too,” he says, a small, sweet smile on his face. “From that bakery where we first met. It’s sentimental, yes, but…” He passes it to you, his cheeks coated in a pink blush that makes him so endearing to you. You love when he gets flustered despite him being such a stoic guy.

You excitedly open the bag, finding your favorite pastry coated in pink frosting for V-Day in there.

“Keni,” you coo. “I haven’t had one of these in sooo long!” But as you go to take it out and feast on it first, your finger brushes against a small, white box at the bottom of the bag. You take it out, examining it.

“What’s this?” you ask, staring at the box. Nanami just smiles at you, taking off his glasses. “Open it,” he coaxes, a twinkle in his gentle eyes.

You do so, opening the box to reveal a silver chain with a small bottle attached to it. In it are grand of sand. “I know how much you love the beach,” he explains. “That’s one of the things we share with each other. This is so you can always think of me when I’m not there. I’m in that bottle, in every grain of sand there, right against your heart.” You stare at the bottle, your hands beginning to shake as emotion overcomes you.

Nervous, Nanami begins to think the worst. “Too corny?” he asks. You shake your head and when you look at him, he finds that your eyes are glassy. “No…it’s beautiful.” You close your hand around the bottle charm, kissing it. “I love you, Kento,” you whisper, the words like a prayer answered to Nanami.

But instead of saying it back, Nanami stands and offers his hand for yours. “Dance with me,” he says instead. You put your hand in his and allow him to pull you onto your feet where he pulls you close against him. There, you begin to sway to the music playing, your head on his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head. “I love you too, my love,” he whispers against your cheek and you smile into his chest, happily whipped.

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The picnic blanket wasn’t intended for a hot, passionate make-out session, but that’s exactly what it’s used for.

Only this make-out session is semi-clothed. After downing the whole bottle of wine, both of you are pent up and letting your attraction for each other take over. The pretty skirt you wore is pulled up, your panties down and Nanami’s hand rubbing you between your thighs while he hovers on top of you, his shirt off and your hands gripping his taught ass as he rolls his hips into yours.

He grinds his clothed, hard cock against your pelvis much to your liking, keening and softly moaning into his mouth as the heat between your legs begins to grow. Noticing how you’re grinding up into him, Nanami pulls away, staring down at you with lustful eyes and lips raw from kissing. “Are you sure you want to?” he asks in a hushed voice. “Out here?”

You can’t think of a better place to get slutted out than under the stars and in the silent, still park, the music cut off and all sounds ceasing to exist except for a lone owl hooting and your hushed pants and moans. “Yes, Keni,” you whisper, holding his face in your hands to bring him closer. He looks so beautiful above you, the stars and inky black sky a backdrop behind him. “I trust you. I don’t care who sees us. Let everyone know that I’m yours.”

Nanami doesn’t need any other confirmation to tell him that you’re absolutely certain about or ready to do this. “And I’m yours,” he replies before pressing a kiss to your lips…and then sinking his cock deep inside of you when you shrug his pants down to his free it. You moan into each other’s mouths as his dick sinks between your silky, wet walls, trapping him inside of you where he belongs.

Slow, passionate strokes of his hips turn into feverish, rough pumps the more into Nanami gets. Seeing you beneath him, your sweater pulled up to reveal your lacy bra and your skirt hiked up over your thick thighs, is too much for him. “You look so beautiful underneath me,” he groans. “So pretty bouncing on my cock.” He fucks you harder, faster, tossing your leg up over his shoulder to get a better, more precise angle at your G-spot.

And it works because you start seeing stars behind your eyelids that aren’t from the sky as Nanami its into you. “Fuck, Keni!” you whine, gripping his broad shoulders. “S-So big! You f-feel s-so good!” You can’t speak properly, each word coming out as a stutter because of how much you’re bouncing on his dick.

Nanami holds his eyes with yours, forcing you to look at his handsome face gleaming in sweat and slightly flushed. “Yeah? You like taking this big cock, darling?” You frantically nod, unable to hold back your gasps or moans as he pumps into you like he’s trying to make you cum first…which he is. “It’s all yours. No one else’s. Only you can have me like this…make me feel this way…”

His sweet, hot words and cock pumping inside you are too much and you begin to frantically rub your clit as you feel that blessed end about to near. “Kento, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. “I-I can’t…!”

The handsome blonde leans down to press his forehead against yours, his big body covering yours. “Cum for me, darling,” he grunts. “Look at me when you gush all over my fucking dick. Do it while I fill up what’s mine.” He fucks you harder, rolling his hips down into yours again and again until–

Crunch. You gasp, causing Nanami to immediately cover your mouth. You both look towards a jogging trail several yards away where you see an older man and his dog from between the trees. “Hello?” The man calls out into the night. “Anyone there?”

You both are quiet, hearts hammering against your ribcages, but the fear of being caught ignites something in both of you. Nanami doesn’t stop fucking you and you have no choice but to cum, moaning behind your hand. He cums too, burying his face into your shoulder to let out a primal groan as he fills you to the brim with his cum. “Keep cumming,” he demands. “Keep squeezing around my cock, you perfect little slut.”

You whine at his constant strokes, your pussy becoming tingly and sensitive despite him slowing down. He holds you close, forcing you to take it until he’s exhausted himself and finally pulls out. Luckily, the man believes you’re just animals…and you’d may as well be with the way y’all are fucking. “C’mon, Peaches,” he calls with a whistle. “I think it’s just a bunch of squirrels.”

And off he totters with his dog in tow, turning his back to the semi-naked couple behind him. Nanami sighs in relief, panting from the sex. “That was close,” he sighs. You nod and then your eyes tick down to his semi-hard cock twitching and glistening in your cum. “Not close enough,” you purr, grazing a nail over his cock, smirking when he tenses at the sensation. “Round two?” you giggle suggestively.

More like round five because even when you finally leave the park, Nanami fucks you in his bed till dawn.

CHOSO (Paint n’ Sip Date)

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Choso had no fucking clue what people even did on Valentine’s Day. He didn't even know Valentine’s Day was a day away until someone mentioned it.

Of course, it was Yuji, his little brother, while they slurped on ramen noodles. Yuji nearly choked when Choso told him that he forgot Valentine’s Day was coming up. “You forgot about Valentine’s Day?!” he gasped like Choso just told him he got someone else pregnant. “Dude, Valentine’s Day is the day for couples! Romance! She’s gonna leave your ass!”

Choso rolled his eyes as slurped down his dinner. “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” he sighed, but even he got afraid. He didn’t know if you celebrated Valentine’s Day, but you had to have been expecting something, weren’t you? After all, he is dating you and though he is still learning how to properly “boyfriend”, he knows he wants to give you the most decent Valentine’s Day he can.

So after surfing the web for V-Day activities, he came across an event for one night only at a small art venue that he visited an exhibit before that is hosting a paint-n-sip. The one at 7 PM is for children and serves free cookies though adults can still attend and the other at 10 PM is enticingly naughty.

Choso smirked as read the details for the adult paint-n-sip which entails weed, alcohol, and couples stripping down to their undies to be painted by their romantic partners. He thought it was perfect since he loved painting, you enjoyed watching him paint, and it would be a perfect bonding and learning experience.

And perhaps, romantic?

Choso bought the tickets for both and sent the child-friendly ones to you first, wanting to surprise you with the adult ones the night of. “It’s just a local thing,” he shyly said into the phone. “But I figured we could do it since you’ve always wanted to learn how to paint.” You were luckily down with it, making him sigh in relief. “This is so cute!” you giggled. “I’d love to go with you, baby.”

The night of V-Day, he arrives at your place and tries not to marvel at you in your pretty, pink sweater that makes your skin practically glow and brings a blush to his cheeks. He takes his hand in yours as you walk together, you on the inside while he stands on the outside near the street.

Unbeknownst to him, you flush with bashfulness too, loving how attentive, tall, and handsome your man is. His piercings sparkle in the moonlight peeking through the trees lining the block, making your body tingle in delight…especially the lip ring you love to nibble on when you kiss.

The art exhibit is small, quaint, and filled with kids running to get their art supplies. Choso stands awkwardly behind you while you get a canvas, some paint brushes, and one of the heart-shaped cookies set out for the guests. “I didn’t realize there’d be so many kids here,” he mutters, making you giggle.

A little girl running with a big ass paint brush and a heart-shaped cookie stops, staring up at Choso with a gap-toothed smile. “Hey, mister, I like your ponytails!” she shouts despite her mother’s criticism. “You’d look so nice with some bows!” You’ve never seen Choso turn so red before. “Yes, he would,” you agree, struggling to not bust out laughing.

Though it is embarrassing, seeing you interact so well with the kid makes Choso wanna fill you up with all the babies he can.

Those naughty, feral thoughts are dampened luckily when the painting begins and the instructor shows an example of the painting for tonight. Choso smirks at your reaction as you begin to sketch the heart out on your canvas, making it big and wobbly. “Oooh, a heart,” he teases. “Think you can handle that, mama?” You side eye him, nudging him in the side. “Shut up!” you whisper. “Not everyone can be a master painter like you.”

He laughs once he finishes sketching his own heart and begins to mix his paints together, planning on making this drawing as three dimensional as possible just to see you gag over it. He smirks to himself as he begins to paint with a bright pink he made from red and white, your eyes on his and his hand carefully filling in the heart. “So how’d you get a pink like that?” You curiously ask, peering over at his paints. You decided to do your heart in red, but now you’re deciding something different.

“Just add a dash of white and a lot of red,” he explains with a humored smile. You do as he says, taking a tiny bit of white and adding it to the red in your palette tray. “Uh-uh, like this,” he whispers, taking your hand and guiding you. Suddenly, he’s behind you and taking your wrist in his to help you add more white and mix. He is gentle and careful yet firm. His touch and deep voice in your ear does wonders to your body, making you feel like you’re baking in an oven in your sweater.

It doesn't get any better for you either. You find it hard to focus whenever Choso guides your hands to make certain strokes and his warm, minty breath caresses your ear. “Don’t go so fast,” he murmurs. “Take your time with it. Enjoy the process.” You swear, your pussy is leaking on your chair by the time you finish painting and you’re ready to take your time with your Valentine next.

Choso’s painting is as beautiful as one could get despite it just being a heart. The same cutie with the gap-toothed smile walks by with hers and gapes at it. “That’s so pretty!” she gasps. “Mommy, look at his heart! I think he made that for his girlfriend!” Once again, Choso blushes and you laugh to yourself.

“Now I can see why you love painting so much,” you giggle. “It’s so relaxing.” You sneak a hand towards his, laying it on top of his knuckles and caressing his rings. “Without the kids, yeah,” he agrees, earning a laugh. He slowly turns his hand over to lace your fingers together, making your heart and your clit jump with joy and excitement. “You know, there’s an “adults only” paint n sip after this one if you wanna stay.”

His eyes flash with mischief, intriguing you. “What’s at the adult one?” you ask, curious. You take a bite of your cookie before feeding it to Choso. “More alcohol. Weed. Body painting. I, uh, bought tickets beforehand to surprise you.” A light blush coats his cheek as he chews, making you smile.

“You had me at body painting,” you purr. “Anything to get my hands on you.” And to spend more time with him. You lean into his side, not so subtly snaking your hand down to squeeze his thigh. He tenses, making you giggle, but he silences you with a kiss in front of the little ones. “Naughty girl,” he growls against your lips. “But the feeling’s definitely mutual.”

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Staying for the “adults only” pain n sip was definitely a good idea.

As soon as the kids and their parents leave, the adult couples arrive and bring alcohol and weed that they’re willing to share. Tonight’s activity involves stripping down to your undies (or as much as you wish) and painting your partner’s body with watercolors. “It’s a fun and intimate way to bond with your love,” the instructor says while you’re already trying to get Choso out of his pants.

You’re given wet sponges and paint brushes to paint Choso’s body with. With a glass of wine and a few puffs of weed in you, you’re already feening and feeling naughty as you watch your boyfriend strip. Your eyes roam over his lean upper torso as he takes off his shirt, revealing his nipple piercings and the tattoo dedicated to his younger brothers on his right side that trails down to his well-defined V-line and happy trail.

The air feels tense and hot as you begin to paint him in all different colors, reds, pinks, and blacks coating his pale skin in shapes and swirls. “Stop lookin’ at me like that,” he chuckles, catching your hooded gaze as you paint him.

“Like what?” you ask, feigning innocence. “Like you’re the sexiest man in here and you look even better with paint on you?” Sneakily, you pull down his pants an inch and give his ass a smack, making him gasp. “Hey!” he exclaims, swatting your leg with a wet sponge. “What?” you giggle. “It’s part of the activity!”

He gives you the same treatment when you finally strip off your sweater, revealing your lacy push-up bra. He leans down until he’s eye level with your chest and begins slowly, sensually, painting your chest and collarbone a bright pink. Then, before you know it, his hands are unzipping your pants and looping through your belt loops to pull them down. “What?” he asks, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “It’s part of the activity, ain’t it?”

Sneakily, one finger trails down to your thighs and sneaks in between to touch your pussy over your panties. ”C-Choso, stop,” you whimper, gripping the chair you sit in. “Someone’s g-gonna see…” Choso stops, pulling his hand away with a hooded look that drives you damn near to sucking his dick. “Then maybe you wanna tell her to wait till we’re back at your place,” he murmurs. “And stop soaking the stool.” You glare at him and shift in your seat to pull your pants up, making him snigger.

When the event finally ends and you’re finally at your place, you jump on Choso as soon as you’re behind closed doors. He moans into your mouth as you kiss him, your hands moving quickly to snatch off his clothes. “Damn, you couldn’t wait till we got in the shower?” he chuckles, but even he is hurrying to get you naked, your sweater and jeans on the floor. "Hell no,” you gasp as his lips caress your neck. “I at least needed to get you naked…but we do need to wash off.”

You giggle at your bodies and faces coated in paint of all colors and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s not waste any time then.” And you don’t. Minutes later, you find yourself in the shower under the hot jets of water and among the steam as Choso kneels before you, lapping at your cunt. You grasp his shoulders and his wet locks of hair, your moans bouncing off of the tiled walls.

“Chosi,” you whine, “you’re supposed to be cleaning me up.” He looks up at you, his soft lips coated in your juices. “I am,” he argues, still in between your thighs. “You’re so wet down here for me, mama. What the hell else am I supposed to do?”

He then hooks one of your legs over his shoulders and grips your ass, shutting you up. “Now shut the fuck up and put that pussy on my face,” he growls. The only words you have for him as he eats you out till you cum on his face are his name and many, many swear words.

TODO (Couples’ Yoga Date)

*Note: The Reader is described as Plus-Sized!

SFW

It’s not a particularly usual Valentine’s Day date, but Todo thought it would be a nice activity to do together for the special day.

“I saw it in the window at my gym,” he excitedly announced to you over fruit smoothies despite the cold. “It’s free and they give out free sugar-free treats after the event! It’d be perfect for us, princess!”

He was so excited for the holiday even though he always treats you like every day is Valentine’s Day. To see the excitement and joy in his brown eyes made you feel utterly guilty for feeling so odd about the idea.

“Well…” You looked down at your pink smoothie and even pinker nails. It isn't that you had something against yoga. You loved yoga! You practiced it as much as you could, even bought yoga wear specifically dedicated to big girls to feel comfortable doing it. But doing it in front of other people bothered you a lot.

You always strive to be healthy and have tried going to the gym, but the paranoia you feel about being watched was enough to run you out of Planet Fitness. As a fat girl, you get enough shit with the fact that your arms and tummy jiggle and your thighs shake, and you have cellulite on your ass. Big deal! It’s your body and it’s perfect just as it is. Todo certainly thinks so.

But others think differently. No matter if you drink your water, eat your veggies, and do your squats, society will always perceive you as some unhealthy, gluttonous bitch.

That’s part of why you’re still so shocked that Todo is still here. Despite the shock people have when realizing such a fit, muscular, sexy guy is with a big girl (though you’re also sexy), he doesn’t let that get to him. “I don't care about anyone else,” he once said to you. “All I care about is you. You mean everything to me, Y/N.” So seeing him sit across from you, with his handsome, scarred face, you had no choice but to give into his idea.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agreed. “But I’m not too hype about your gym girlfriends lookin’ at my man.” He just chuckled, taking your hand across the table and kissing it.

“Oh, sweetheart, please,” he chuckled. “All of those girls are simply friends and plus, no woman looks better than my pretty little princess!”

You flushed at his sweet talk, secretly loving it when he referred to you as his “little whatever”. His little princess. His little girl. His little...well, that's reserved for the bedroom, but it gets you purring every single time.

And it makes sense being the fact that the guy is HUGE, standing at six-foot something and built like a tank. He intimidated you so much the first day you two met, but after realizing how much of a sweetheart he was, all you wanted was to feel him on top of you.

The night of V-Day is a chilly one so you dress in your favorite coat with shaggy fur like a teddy bear’s. You also dress in your favorite active gear that hugs your curves and rolls but also makes your ass and titties look immaculate. When you answer your door for Todo when he arrives at your apartment, he just about faints. “Oh, my God,” he gasps, his eyes comically wide. “Princess, you look so…so…”

He clears his throat and clenches his fists at his sides. “No,” he firmly says. “No inappropriate compliments…yet.” You flush at his reaction, feeling better about this date already despite feeling nervous at the idea of being watched while you work out. “You don’t look bad yourself, big guy,” you giggle, patting him on his big, beefy chest.

He takes your hand and walks you outside, standing beside you like a big, burly bodyguard. Once out in the chilly night, you turn to him. “Now which way are we walking?” Todo raises an eyebrow at you. “Walking?” he parrots, confused. “Oh, no, no, no, sweetie! You’re not walking and getting those pretty shoes all dirtied up. Allow your personal ride to give you a lift.”

He gives you a wink before scooping you up into his huge arms like you weigh nothing. You gasp as your feet dangle off of the concrete and he begins to walk. “Todo!” you squeal. “Stop, I’m too–“

“Don’t say it,” he growls, his brown eyes flashing. “You’re never too heavy for the likes of me, my sweet. Now pipe down and enjoy this ride or you won’t be getting another one later tonight.” You pipe down as he orders, not wanting to miss out on another "activity" once the date is through (but you know you’d get to anyway because Todo is addicted to you).

The session takes place at the gym Todo is a member of where he introduces you to some regulars and friends of his who you’re 90% sure flirt with you. The atmosphere is nice and relaxing with fake candles lit, the scent of incense in the air, and free snacks and fruit-infused water set aside after the session ends.

The instructor sits among all of the couples, including you and Todo. “Welcome to our very first couples’ yoga,” she chirps into her headset. “We’re going to start off with some warm up stretches and then get into the poses. Remember to breathe and be one with your partner tonight.”

It’s impossible to not be “one” with Todo when he has his hands on you every minute during warmups and poses––on your hips, your back, your thighs, your waist. He pretends that he isn't trying to rile you up, but you know different, especially when you bend down to touch your toes as instructed.

Todo stands behind you, holding your hips in place and placing his foot between yours so they are square and grounded. You gasp when you feel him press against your backside in his gym shorts. “Careful now, princess,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t want to cause something you weren’t intending to.”

You know it’s too late for that shit. And it’s too late for you too. When you slowly release the pose and rise, Todo’s muscular body pressed against you from the back causes every part of you to become aroused. Your heart pounds, your breathing is labored, and those familiar and agonizing tingles between your thighs make an appearance. “Nicely done, princess!” he praises you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Those pants do wonders for you.”

His hand sneaks down to give your plump ass a squeeze, making you gasp and nervously scan the room for anyone watching.

Your arousal only increases not just because the poses and having Todo so close, but because of his attentiveness and the praise he gives you with every pose you do. During one that is particularly straining on your legs where Todo and you sit face to face and he pulls you into a forward bend by your arms, he keeps his eyes steadily on you, paying close attention to your body. “Deeper, sweetie,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”

You whimper at the burning in your arms and thighs as you’re pulled lower and lower to the ground. “Todo,” you whine. “It hurts!” Unbeknownst to you, Todo feels his heart burst for you, his pretty, pretty princess, doing this all for him. “I know, but it’s good for you! And you’re doing so, so well for me.”

A glutton for praise, you inwardly leap at this and hold the pose until, finally, you’re able to stop. “And release,” the instructor says. “Very good!” You groan in relief as you sit up and Todo releases your hands in replacement for your thick thighs. “Very good,” he parrots, smiling proudly at you. “Now don’t you feel all stretched out?”

His big hands begin to massage your aching thighs and calves, his fingers making your body tingle. “Hardly,” you giggle, biting your lip as you stare at him through your lashes. “But maybe something else can help with that.” Todo smirks, on the same type of time you’re on tonight.

NSFW

And hours later in your bedroom, Todo gives you his own remedy for stretching.

He has you in the same pose you did before, standing with your feet width apart and attempting to touch your toes. The only difference is now you’re naked and your man’s big, thick dick is stretching you out as he slams his hips into you from behind, making your ass and titties jiggle. “Such a good, good girl takin’ orders,” he coos, one hand palming your breast “You deserve a reward after this.”

You whine in pleasure and protest, your knees starting to buckle from the effort it takes to hold your pose despite the searing pleasure you feel. “C’mon, baby, touch your toes,” Todo says, stroking your backside. “I know you can do it. Just breathe for me.”

His gentle touches only make matters worse, your pussy beginning to throb and gush all over his balls and down your thighs. “Todo!” you yelp. “T-Too much! Too much dick!”

You try to squirm away, but Todo grips you to him, causing his cock to sink deeper inside of you. “Ah-ah, princess,” he tuts, poisoning his hips faster into your wet heat. “Don’t run from me now. This is what you get for wearin’ that shit tonight at yoga. Do you know how hard that got me for you? Do you understand how hot you are?”

His luscious moans and grunts fill your ears as he takes your pussy harder, faster, fucking you in a way that is so primal and mind-blowing that you see stars. “A-Ah, fuck!” you loudly moan, close to screaming. Your knees buckle and you have to catch yourself on one hand to avoid falling face flat on the floor.

“Well, now you do,” he huffs, “and now, you’re gonna take that dick like a good little yoga bunny if you wanna cum. Is that clear?” He pulls you back by your hair, making you gasp at the sensation of being yanked back. “Yes!” you yelp. “Yes, baby, I promise!”

Todo releases you, pulls out of you with a soft groan, and turns you around to press a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips. You shiver at the sweetness, your hands stroking all over his lusciously hard and toned body. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now up you go.”

He hooks his arms underneath your legs and picks you up, holding you up by your ass to sink his cock into you again. There, in the middle of your bedroom floor, he begins fucking you while standing up, his heavy balls slapping your clit that begs for release. You have no choice but to grip onto him and stare into his eyes as he fucks you silly, bouncing you up and down on his hard dick.

“And don’t worry, princess: your man can handle anything. Just feel good on my cock, okay?”

You only moan in response, going dumb from his dick and the pleasure he gives you. With every mind-melting, orgasmic thrust he gives you, he only says three words that are punctuated by each thrust: “Happy. Valentine’s. Day.”

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