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arminsumi · 5 months
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🔞 (MDNI) Dating a freak Choso
He just... doesn't do normal things. He does strange and unconventional shit, but it's wonderful to observe him in his habitat; because Choso is very much in his little Choso habitat.
You ask for a kiss, so he leans in and you think he's gonna press his lips against yours — but no, he bites down on your bottom lip and leaves a teeth mark. He grabs your jaw and gives you an open-mouthed, erotic kiss but pretends it's wholesome, not horny. When he thinks you look really cute, he doesn't just simply compliment you — no, he licks your cheek like a puppy. If you're not paying attention to him, he wiggles his tongue into your ear. If you say your hands are cold, he grabs them and stuffs them down his pants to get warmth.
When you beg for him to put it in, he slaps his heavy cock on your clit instead. If you scream his name, he grunts and thrusts into you harder and says "Keep screaming my name, it's getting me close." in a husky voice. When he rolls off you in an exhausted sweat after cumming, he pants for a while before saying "Shit, baby, that pussy knocked me out." and 5 minutes after sex he's playing video games while you hardcore fall asleep. Dick from Choso always puts you to sleep fast, forget about round two — you're sleeping (lol) and he'll be holding you with one arm, muscles subtly twitching as he plays on his gameboy.
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ink--theory · 4 months
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Happy "bully the new kids that got splatoon for christmas" Day
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lavender-lucifer · 2 years
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Your writing is IMMACULATE ✨✨
If you are interested or have the time, could I request MC walking in on Simeon and/or Solomon masturbating?
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Walking in on Simeon - Smut
warnings/tags - smut, m!masturbation, gn!reader, kind of sub!simeon, Simeon's low key a perv in this, not proof read
a/n - this has been in my inbox forever I am so sorry!! I think I'll do Solomon at a later date. thank you for requesting!
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he tries to be as discreet as possible because he can be a little shy
but even angels have needs and you've been haunting his thoughts for what seemed like ages
it's not his fault, you know? with your lingering touches mixed with the seductive twinkle in your eye, he could feel the knots in his stomach and the stiffening in his pants
and it's unfortunate he's laying in your bed currently. hair messy from the friction of the pillow, pants around his mid thigh
you had invited him over for a study session and maybe a little bit more. was this premeditated? yes. teasing Simeon was always fun. watching his cheeks turn pink at your vulgar language or when your lips would brush against his. and when he snapped and cornered you against the nearest surface? even better
so you aren't surprised when you make your way down the hall with a tray of tea and cookies when you hear faint whimpering and a large sigh
you smirk at yourself, pressing your body against the wall outside the bedroom door. you'll show Simeon some mercy today, give him some time to touch and tease himself before making your presence known.
Simeon didn't mean for it to happen but once you left the room he let his soft hands skim down his chest and stomach, tossing his head back into your scent that plagues the beddings. he loses himself far too quick, wasting no time to collect the pre cum before wrapping his fingers around his cock. he feel's terrible, thinking about how you'd react to the scene but it eggs him on. he imagines it was your touch, some how you were able to make an angel into a mere follower. the way your lips nip at his neck making goose bumps spread along his skin or how you rake your nails along his abdomen. Simeon bites his lip in attempt to muffle the deep sighs and moans threatening to escape. too lost in the pleasure he doesn't hear you slip into the room. he can feel the pressure start to build as his hips begin to thrust into his hand on their own.
"started without me?"
Simeons gasps in response, hand speeding up his movements. he looks seraphic, spread out on your bed, soft pleas filling the air as you watch. his head turns in your direction, eyes filled with lust, " hmm, I don't think you're innocent either. you'll help your angel out, right?"
you let out a laugh before making your way over to him, straddling his thighs.
"only because you asked so nicely."
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philhoffman · 3 months
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tryptamine-queen · 2 years
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my username is so gay but i'm not changing it i've had it for years (!!!🤧)and it's got sentimental value ok
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tightjeansjavi · 21 hours
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The Rite of Movement | drabble
“Takeout 🥡”
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A/N: I sent @strang3lov3 post shower titty pics in my takeout undies…and then she said I should write baby love wearing those said panties around Joel 🤭 so I did the mf thing and wrote it! P.S that is yours truly’s fine Italian ass in the moodboard! 🍑
~word count: 1.4k~
Summary: Friday nights are takeout nights, baby love
Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader
Warnings: smut, fluff, oral f!receiving, mentions of ouid, teasing, flirting, intimacy, daddy kink! Mommy kink??, Joel and the reader are pornstars, Joel is in his 40’s, reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions, readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!
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Friday nights were arguably your favorite night out of the entire week; takeout night, baby! Every Friday night you and Joel would pick a local restaurant to order from and this week it was your turn! Instead of simply letting Joel know where you wanted to order from, you decided to play some theatrics into it.
You were, after all, well seasoned in front of the camera.
So while Joel was downstairs, seated at the kitchen table with his jar of weed and rolling papers laid out in front of him, you slipped into one of your favorite pairs of lounging panties. The fabric had little Chinese takeout boxes printed onto the fabric. They were a high waisted, cheeky pair and you had a sneaking suspicion that Joel was absolutely going to love and devour them.
After throwing on one of his well-loved shirts, you headed downstairs to greet him in the kitchen. He had just finished rolling a joint when he noticed you in his peripheral, his lips curved upwards into a boyish grin when he saw that your attire consisted of nothing but panties and one of his shirts: delicious.
“Hey, baby love.” He tucked the joint behind his ear, turning in the chair completely so he was facing you.
“Hey, baby.” You grinned, lifting the hem of his shirt up so he could get the full view of your cheeky choice of panties.
His eyes traveled from your face and all the way down the curve of your body. His eyes flickered back upwards, grin widening as he beckoned you to come closer, “Ooh, how’d you know I was hungry, baby love?” He snickered, wrapping his strong arms around your waist when you were within reach and pulled you in close. He started nuzzling his face against your exposed stomach, pressing open mouth kisses here and there while his hands grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh between his thick fingers.
He brought one hand back, giving your ass a playful slap that elicited a giggle to slip past your lips as you gently carded your fingers through his soft, salt and peppered kissed curls. You leaned down, giving the top of his head a sweet peck as he hummed against your tummy.
“No, baby.” You giggled, “ME. I’m hungry. I want lo mein and orange chicken from Fortune House.”
He let out a soft huff, tickling the sensitive hairs above your pubic bone with his enticing warm breath, “yeah, that’s what you want tonight, baby love?” He looked up at you, resting his chin against your stomach while you gently brushed a few stray curls from his forehead.
“Mhm. Are you good with that for tonight?”
“Always down for some good Chinese takeout.” He rasped, dropping one hand from your ass so he could reach across the table and grab his wallet, “think I wanna eat you first, though.” He chuckled, pulling out one of his cards and handed it to you.
“You always wanna eat me, Joel.” You shook your head with a small smile playing on your lips.
“Can ya blame a man?” He focused his attention back on you, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties and gently pulled the elastic back before letting it snap against your hip. “These are fuckin’ adorable, by the way. Love how they look on you, baby love.” He pressed a wet kiss to your hip bone, and then the other before trailing his lips just above the delicate lace on the hem of your panties.
His eyes flickered upwards, deep pools of brown full of nothing but unbridled mischief. The look he was giving you sent heat rising to your cheeks and your thighs involuntarily clenching together.
“Thank you, baby. They’re one of my favorite pairs to lounge in.” You hummed, keeping one hand in his hair just as he began to lower his lips, hot breath fanning your covered core. He leaned in, rubbing the tip of his nose against your covered clit, taking a deep inhale at the scent of your arousal.
“Fuck me.” He grunted, lashes fluttering shut momentarily before they opened again. He kept his eyes locked on yours when he pressed a kiss to your clit, and then another, and another till there was a small wet patch forming from the moisture building up between the thin layers in the fabric.
You stifled a moan, gripping onto his hair for support, your words coming out stuttered when he dragged the flat side of his tongue from your core and all the way up to your clit. “J—Joel, the f—food. Fuck.”
His words were muffled by his face being buried in your covered pussy as he hooked his thumb around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side. “You have my card, baby love, call ‘em and place the order while I feast on ya.” He chuckled deeply, sending a series of sparks to shoot up your spine as you tilted your head back.
“O—okay. What do you want?” You reached for his phone, snatching it up quickly just as he began to suckle on your clit.
“Gimme a minute, kinda busy.” You could feel him smirking against you as he swirled his tongue against you in a languid figure eight motion.
You struggled to dial the number to the restaurant with just one hand, but somehow you managed. “Hi! Yes, I’d like to place an order f—for delivery! Mhmm—I’d like an order of lo mein, orange—chicken. What—size? Uh, large for both, please!” You squeaked out, eyes rolling back into your skull when Joel had crooked his middle and pointer finger inside of your core, thrusting them shallowly.
His mouth and fingers were working in unison as your slick dripped out of you and down the side of his hand almost immediately. You struggled to keep your composure while he was working you into absolute ruin. You pulled the phone away from your ear, placing it against your shoulder for a moment.
“Joel!” You hissed, “what do you want, baby? Seriously J—Joel!”
He detached his mouth from you, looking up at you, beard and chin glistening in your slick as he licked his lips, “what was that, baby love? S’matter?” He teased.
You narrowed your eyes at him, struggling to not let a moan slip out and scar the poor old woman on the phone, “please, just—tell me what you want to eat.”
“Hmm.” He pondered, smacking his lips together, “an order of crab rangoon.” He leaned back in, dragging the tip of his tongue across your clit, sucking it between his lips before gently releasing it with a wet smack! “Egg rolls.” He repeated his previous action, feeling your thighs begin to quiver and tremble, “pan fried potstickers.” He suddenly ceased the movement of his fingers inside of you, and his mouth, forcing you to drop your hand from his hair to brace yourself against his shoulder, “and an order of beef and broccoli.” He added.
You swore you saw stars behind your eyes when he purposely edged you from your approaching orgasm. With a shaky hand you brought the phone back up to your ear, “hi! Sorry, I would also like an order of crab rangoons, egg rolls, pan fried potstickers— Jesus fuck—” you stuttered, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood when he continued with his ministrations, pumping his fingers inside of you at an unruly pace while he suckled on your clit. “I’m so sorry for swearing! That just slipped out—can I also get an order of beef and broccoli? Thank you—yeah, that’s it!”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby love. Give it to me. Soak my fuckin’ fingers, sweet girl. Give it all to daddy.” He murmured between your thighs, mouthful of pussy.
You don’t even remember saying your address, or the digits on Joel’s card when the sweet old lady let you know that the food would be delivered within the hour. You said thank you, ending the call and tossed Joel’s phone on the table before you slipped your fingers back into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you pressed his face further into your dripping cunt. “Don’t you dare fucking stop now, daddy.”
He looked up at you, tongue sinfully swirling around your clit, stray strands of curls dropping from between your fingers, falling against his forehead and briefly obstructing his view, “I wouldn’t stop eatin’ my girls sweet fuckin’ pussy even if the world was ending, momma.”
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forest-hashira · 3 months
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self-ship asks
🤫 – did you ever keep your relationship secret from anyone? 😵‍💫 – something you do that drives them crazy (in a good way) 😍 – something they do that drives you crazy (in a good way) 🥳 – who makes a big deal out of every little anniversary? 🪱 – who asks ridiculous questions (like “would you still love me if I was a worm?”)? 🐠 – aquarium dates or museum dates? 🐼 – what’s the silliest nickname(s) you have for each other? 🎠 – amusement parks or public parks? 🛌 – who sleeps in and who’s an early riser? 🪩 – who’s the life of the party, and who seeks out the host’s pet to hang out with? 🎞️ – you each pick three movies for a movie marathon. who’s picking what? 📱 – who uses nine million emojis and who uses none? 🛁 – do you prefers baths or showers together? 💘 – how do you celebrate Valentine’s Day? 🍼 – want any kids? how many? 🍷– who’s the lightweight, who’s the DD? 🥡 – do you prefer to cook together or order takeout? 🍀 – who insists they’re luckier to have found the other person? ☔️ – who carries an umbrella everywhere & who splashes in puddles? 🎟️ – do you go to live entertainment together (concerts, plays, etc.)?
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artist9314 · 2 months
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Takeout 🥡
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arminsumi · 2 months
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🔞 / 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈 / 𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 / 𝟏𝟖+
𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 is a strange friend.
You can share anything with him — completely confide in him. Spend nights curled up on his chest crying about things in your past that you can't change as he genuinely listens, sometimes stroking your hair.
Ending up kissing him once, twice, more, with a cheap excuse each time, desperate to convince yourselves that you're just friends.
It was a dare. It was one time at a party. I was drunk. You were drunk. We were both drunk. Oh, that time? We were experimenting.
Well, next thing you know, you're in between Satoru's sheets. And he's smiley, cracking jokes, acting casual and as if he didn't just let you cum all over his abs.
Anyone breaks your heart, Satoru's there for you; so is his dick. He always says there's nothing a good 'pillow fight' can't fix. Or is that just his excuse to sink 7.8 inches deep into you? Probably. The way he slides into your soft pussy, there's nothing platonic about it. He started out fucking you like a friend just needing to release tension, but now he's beginning to fuck you like he's your man.
Satoru stubbornly insists that you and him are platonic. That you're just casually fucking in his shower, that it's just a funny experiment if he wants to control your vibrator in public.
"No, we're just friends." he shrugs. "What? Do friends not typically cum on each other's faces? Weird."
"Be serious, Satoru. What are we?" you ask one day. "Sometimes I feel like you like me."
He goes silent, hands behind his head and smug look erased. No reply.
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, who is your 'friend' and is also uncontrollably attracted to you and wants to try creampie you until you fall in love with him. Maybe if he fills you enough, you'll think he's as irresistible as he thinks you are?
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© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢
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sapphickittykenz · 3 months
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Anyone wanna get takeout and then makeout? 🥡💋?
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violetsandfluff · 10 months
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Welcome to the Concept Café!
If you’re a writer or reader looking for inspiration, look no further.
Rules: Order a fic from the writer who reblogged this. Include who you want the fic to be written about and any of the following elements.
Dishes ~ Style
🥣 Bowl • Fluff
🍽️ Plate • Angst
🥡 Takeout • Smut (I’m not writing smut anymore but other writers might!)
Meals ~ Relationship Status
🥗 Salad • Married
🥪 Sandwich • Engaged
🌭 Hotdog • Dating
🍕Pizza • Just friends
🫕 Soup • Strangers
Drinks ~ Settings & Scenarios
🫙 Water • Boring afternoons together
🥛 Milk • Meeting their parents
☕️ Coffee • Morning kisses
🍵 Tea • Sick day
🧋Boba tea • Concert/music festival
🧃 Juice box • Coming out
🥤 Pop • Long-distance
🍸 Martini • Road trip/vacation
🥂 Champagne • Date night/anniversary
Snacks ~ Song Lyric Prompts
🍓 Strawberries • “Look at the stars // look how they shine for you // and everything you do” (Yellow, Coldplay)
🍌 Banana • “And I know that we can be so amazing // And baby your love is gonna change me // And now I can se every possibility” (Just Haven’t Met You Yet, Michael Buble)
🍇 Grapes • (All I got is one shot, one try // one go around in this beautiful life…) (Keep Me In The Moment, Jeremy Camp)
🍅 Tomatoes • “Cuz if I want you, and I want you, babe // Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space…” (Close, Nick Jonas)
🍊 Orange • “In the dark we’re barely holding on // then you rest your head upon my chest // and you feel like there ain’t nothing left…” (Flicker, Niall Horan)
🥕 Carrots • “If we ever broke up I’d call your dad // tell him all the shittiest of things you said…” (If We Ever Broke Up, Mae Stephens)
🫐 Blueberries • “Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life // say yes, say yes…” (Rude, Magic!)
🍉 Watermelon • “You don’t have to say you love me // you don’t have to say nothing…” (Adore You, Harry Styles)
🍐 Pear • “That seatbelt’s on your chest, hearing your heart, holding you down…” (Coffee, Tori Kelly)
🫑 Bell pepper • “
🫛 Pea pods • “Is it too late now to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you…” (If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes)
🫘 Beans • “If this is what it's like falling in love // then I don't ever wanna grow up…” (Kid in Love, Shawn Mendes)
🥜 Peanuts • “I’ll buy you anything // I’ll buy you any ring…” (Baby, Justin Bieber)
🍚 Rice • “But I knew you // trying to change the ending…” (Cardigan,Taylor Swift)
🧀 Cheese • “Here’s my number // so call me maybe…” (Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen)
🍟 Fries • “Stop the clocks, it’s amazing // you should see the way the light dances off your head…” (Afterglow, Ed Sheeran)
🍳 Egg • “I know times are getting hard // but just believe me, girl // someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar // we’ll have it good…” (Hey There Delilah // The Plain White T’s)
🥓 Bacon • Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week // and in this packed out room swear she was singing to me…” (Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran)
🍤 Shrimp • “There’s things I wanna say to you // but I’ll just let you live…” (Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey)
🍣 Sushi • “I don’t want you to get lost // I don’t want you to go broke…” (Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Harry Styles)
🍥 Narutomaki • “Take me into your loving arms // kiss me under the light of a thousand stars…” (Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran)
🥐 Croissant • “Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours // You in those little high-waisted shorts…” (Sweater Weather, The Neighborhood)
🥨 Pretzel • “When I first saw you from across the room // I could tell that you were curious…” (Perfect, One Direction)
🥯 Bagel • “Call me, baby, if you need a friend // I just wanna give you love…” (One Call Away, Charlie Puth)
🍬 Candy • “And when you smile // the whole world stops and stares for a while…” (Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars)
🍭 Lollipop • “I met you in the dark // you lit me up…” (Say You Won’t Let Go, James Arthur)
🍫 Chocolate • “Strawberry ice cream // one spoon for two…” (Deja Vu, Olivia Rodrigo)
Sweets ~ Extra elements
🍰 Cake • Playful flirting
🍩 Donut • Kissing envelopes/love letters
🥧 Pie • Baking together
🍮 Custard • Sharing clothes
🥠 Fortune cookie • Sharing earbuds
🍪 Cookie • Sharing the last cookie
🥮 Mooncake • Holding hands in public
🍡Thing • Playing with each other’s hair
🍦Ice cream cone • Singing to lover
🍨 Ice cream dish • Feeling clingy
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littleevil0ne1 · 11 months
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Little Shadow is back takeout style! 🖤🥡 What should his next home be?
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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 2 months
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💐 and 🥡 for bumbleby?
💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?
They try to cook together, but if it's not grilling (which Yang, like her father before her, is a master at), it's a 50/50 chance of success vs. fire licking at their ceiling. They split cleaning duties, but that's less bliss and more business as usual. Blake loves to accompany Yang shopping and give input on her choices, but what she loves just as much is keeping her own new clothing purchases a secret and surprising Yang with them. The height of domestic bliss, to them, is enjoying each other's company in their own space, with no obligations or worries.
🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?
It's very chill: they cuddle together on the couch, watch a movie they've never seen before and are curious about, wrapped up in soft blankets and pillows, maybe trying takeout from a restaurant they've never been to before. Lowkey, but blissful.
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not-so-bored · 14 days
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13 April 2024, Saturday 
Things I have done: 
🦉 Duolingo: Dutch 
🤯 Decision 
🏬 Work (6 hours) (I was still tired after yesterday + my legs hate me 😓) 
🥡 Takeout (new food + tasty!)
🖥 Computer Science Class (online) 
📄 Bureaucracy
🗒 Literature Revision (9,5/35)
April Studyblr Challenge
13. what’s your way to take a study break?
Tumblr, sadly 🥲 Or just walking around the place a bit, drinking tea or water, or just closing my eyes 
April Productivity Challenge 
April 13th - do you keep track of vitamins in your diet? 
Uhh, no? 😕
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c4ndytr4p · 4 months
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N. SIDE. 🥡. A. ITTO.
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synopsis: IN WHICH you and itto are having a lazy evening after some “fun” together leading you two to get takeout from his granny’s restaurant nearby.
tagging: @dthvmpira and @zhxngii (big thanks to @primaviva for beta reading and helping me correct some errors)
song preferred: n side and static by steve lacy, lovers rock and not allowed by tv girl
genre: comedy
content warnings: cussing, allusion to an innuendo
in the peaceful ambiance of your shared apartment, you and your himbo boyfriend enjoyed a calm evening. both of you lounged comfortably on the couch, clad in cozy pajamas. ushi peacefully slept on the floor nearby, a sigh escaping your lips at the sight. as you glanced at the clock, it struck you that it was already nine-thirty, far beyond your usual dinner hour. with that in mind, you decided to gently rouse your boyfriend from his slumber, after the “fun” you two had earlier today.
“itto get your ass up!” you shout, waking him up with a jolt. “w-wha?! baby what’s wrong?! is there a fire?! is there an onikabuto beetle battle somewhere?!”
you let a heavy sigh out of your two toned lips. you want to laugh, but at the same time, you don’t. he’s absolutely adorkable at some points, other times, *he’s a complete dumbass. some say if you shake him good enough, you can hear a singular brain cell in that (fairly empty) head of his.
“no but it’s way past dinner! did you forget what i told you three hours earlier?!” you shake his shoulders in an attempt to have him get his act right; at first.. it takes him a few minutes before he recalls what you said. “ohhh! ha ha! you that we would- oof!”
you lightly jab his stomach out of anger. “i said, we were gonna eat at eight. guess what time it is?!” you bark at him angrily waiting for him to take a guess. “…it’s eight…?” he shrugged his shoulders. “no! it’s NINE THIRTY AT NIGHT! I EXPLICITLY SAID THAT WE WOULD BE EATING THEN! NOT A HALF HOUR LATER-“
he stops you by picking you up, hoisting him over his shoulder and walks to the door. “…put me down. right now.” you mutter. “no.” your boyfriend cheekily replies. “where the hell are you taking me?” you grumble as he begins to walk to the apartment door, despite carrying his girlfriend on his shoulder. he grabs the keys and opens the door. “itto i’m being fucking serious, put me the fuck down.”
after a few minutes and a good while of complaining you both finally arrive at his adoptive grandmother’s small restaurant. or as he like to call her “granny oni”. you could smell the seasonings and the stove all the way from the outside. “are you gonna put me down now.” you mutter before he actually puts you down; you sigh in relief before you two walk into the small restaurant.
to be honest, it’s fairly small. but at the same time very cozy. lights are hung up, a radio is heard playing and as well as… an elderly lady’s voice ringing out from the kitchen.
“welcome in! i’ll get to you in a minute!” you’ve heard itto mention his grandmother, or as he liked to call her: “granny oni”. you realized, he’s getting you two dinner. he ordered your favorite meal and his as well.
after itto paid for everything, you two go back to your cozy apartment and place everything on the coffee table. ushi was barking loudly, welcoming you two home. “hi ushi~ did you miss me?~” you baby talk the brown and black colored pomeranian. you scratch his head and begin giving him belly rubs before itto opens his to go box. “are you gonna eat babe?” he asks, his mouth full, and soy sauce all over his face.
“of course i am, and wipe your face you have soy sauce all over.” you reply.
- el fin.
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