ribbons in your hair

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[cupimoonds]

丘比特 ; #0. nerd!toru's lewdest fantasy- err, reality ?!

warning : nsfw , mdni - vibrators, clear implications of edging (f), slight manipulation, sadistic tendencies (m), dacryphilia, bdsm undertones, fingering

"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.

your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.

torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.

"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.

you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.

he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"

a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.

"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.

retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.

he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.

"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.

he smirks, "really? anything?"

you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.

so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.

he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"

and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.

he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."

masterlist.

[mrsblaileen]

Accidentally calling Sukuna “daddy” and doubling down on it when he questions you. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

His movement snares your attention as he shifts suddenly above you, his lower half dropping low enough that he can begin to grind between your spread legs. The spatter of hair at his base tickles at your over sensitive clit while the tip of him continues to kiss incessantly somewhere tight and silky - deep enough that a pleasant little ache blooms to life low in your gut.

His knuckles dig into the mattress either side of your head, muscles leaping in his thick forearms, and you groan unashamedly at the sudden closeness of him. You all but melt into the new layer of contact, head tossed sideward until your lips graze his skin, frantic breaths puffing hot and humid over the delicate skin of his wrist.

“Oh ffffu-huh-…oh fuck, ‘kuna…” you moan, shaking your head, lips parted in a mindless sort of awe.

All you can feel is the firm smack of his hips as he works you into the mattress. The sensation is stunning, all consuming, enough to send your legs into a trembling wobble on each downward pump, each thrust winding that little coil in your belly ever tighter.

“No,” He grunts from above you, “not ‘kuna.”

He lifts the last word into a pitched lilt - high and a little breathless in a pointed mockery of you.

“It’s daddy now, isn’t it?”

The sheer sound of his voice, that dirty word growled in his silky rumble is enough to send your eyes rolling skyward. You moan - weak, unashamed, and you hear him chuckle lowly in reply.

“What’s the matter?” He coos, though there’s nothing soothing about the hungry edge his voice has taken on, “you wanted me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

You nod wildly, struggling to lift your lids to blink up at him - a task which suddenly feels herculean with the way his attention is scrambling your already pleasure drunk brain.

“Go on,” he purrs, slow thrusts turned suddenly lethal - firm slaps of his hips tight and wet against your own. Your thighs are trembling now beneath the weight of his assault, wracked with the sheer force of each thrust, “call for me again, pet.”

And you do. You cry for him - spineless and pitiful and all manners of desperate, with tears beginning to dribble hot and glittering over your flushed cheeks.

[kiisc0ld]

ryomen sukuna who is smitten with sweet, slightly clueless reader

ryomen sukuna was off limits.

all the cheerleaders knew it. all his fellow jocks knew it. hell even the younger female professors, who couldn't help but stare at him , knew it.

he is built like a greek god and acts like a retired sergeant. no one can tear their gaze off him when he is on the field , and yet no one truly dares to approach him when he is off the field either.

he has a nasty personality that doesn't shy away from saying "fuck off " right on the face of even the prettiest cheerleader—hence shattering her confidence completely. rumours even suggested that said girl never dared confess to anyone ever again.

you were just a happy go lucky.

sweet dresses, pretty jewellery, neat hair. you were just a girl with a sweet, slightly clueless personality. everyone's friend and enemy of none and so on and so forth.

you had your own circle of close people—even though one could count them on the phalanges of a single digit.

a different world from the one in which the formidable campus king ruled.

hell, no one could have ever suspected in a million years that ryomen sukuna would cross paths with you. or that he would , quite literally, trip over himself while he watched you feed a stray kitten.

who would have known that his eyes would track your easy smiles and register your presence in every room you entered.

and that he would carry you out of a frat party, drunken and smiling and giggling into his chest, all the while safely nestled in his arms, as if you had him wrapped around your little fingers.

in all honesty, you did.

the ryomen sukuna was in love

with you .

you, who wished on airplanes and made it a regular habit of quizzing him about the various shapes he could decipher from the clouds above.

you , to whom laughs came easily. you who was happy with giving away your meals to stray animals.

no one expected the formidable captain would be so besotted with a girl .

ryomen who never gave any woman the time of his day , would become so enamored by you that he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze off of you.

the students would gape openly when they saw him waiting for you outside your class, walking with you to your next class.

or the bomb—gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

ryomen sukuna did not do soft or sweet.

but he did... apparently. for you. with you.

ryomen sukuna didn't let random girls kiss his cheek. but you weren't a random girl. you were his girl.

so his teammates stared slack jawed at the light lipstick stained kiss on his cheek—averting their gazes before they could be faced with his wrath for staring too long.

ryomen sukuna didn't carry other girls baggage for them. so why were his arms full of art supplies and projects even though his major had absolutely nothing to do with it?

it was called being smitten, ofcourse .

with you.

who , for ryomen, hung the stars and moon in his sky.

[slllieeepyy]

gamer megumi is weak for his girlfriend

mdni 🔞

he’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch in between your legs, his head resting against your lower abdomen.

his fingers moved over the controller with practiced precision, some first person shooter game hooked up to the television.

you’re playing with his hair, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone. but you were beginning to get bored of this. it was a saturday night, and you had gone over to your boyfriends dorm expecting him to at least pay attention to you.

you got an idea.

your voice was soft, hands stilling in his hair as you spoke, “hey.”

“hm.”

“do you wanna eat me out?”

he paused for a moment, fingers stilling on the controller, before he began to shift.

“…yeah.”

just like that, the game was forgotten.

GAME OVER flashed on the screen, but neither of you cared.

megumi was now kneeling in front of the couch, his face buried between your thighs as his fingers gently ran up and down your bare legs.

“ngh.. like that..” you moaned, fingers entangled in his hair, gripping hard. it only egged him on further. he even quietly whimpered into your pussy as you tugged at his hair.

his tongue made your toes curl, low, raw moans tearing from your throat. he knew how to make you feel good, and he would never miss an opportunity to do so.

“f-fuck.. gonna cum- don’t stop..” you whined, eyes squeezing shut, head thrown back against the couch cushions as you felt your release build.

megumi kept going, his hands gripping your thighs tight. his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, drinking in your slick like water. he moaned softly into your folds, he wasn’t even touching himself, your pleasure just got him off so good.

you came with a broken cry, your hands tight in his hair. megumi didn’t stop until you were shaking with overstimulation.

he pressed his cheek against your inner thigh, panting and looking up at you with that soft, puppy-eyed gaze.

his voice was quiet as he finally spoke, cheeks tinted slightly pink.

“can i do it again..?”

||a/n: short and sweet one 😋

- vie 💤

[suksatoru]

—mrs. steal your girl!

sukuna was used to getting hit on. normally, he flat out rejects anyone that even makes an attempt to flirt with him. tonight he's taken you on one of your usual date nights, but imagine his surprise when the woman who approaches your table is hitting on you instead of him!

"ryo. ryo, ryo, ryo, i don't know what to get!" you pout, extending a leg underneath the table to graze your husband's calf as he grunts, brows pinched together in concentration as he stares down at the menu

"doesn't matter. i'm ordering half the stuff they have here anyway... you hungry for dessert too?" he questions, and you give him a deadpan look before he dramatically rolls his eyes, eliciting a giggle from you that has the corner of his mouth tipping upwards in a smirk

"fatty," he murmurs, and you make a point to dig the tip of your heel into his shoe, yet even through the pain, he maintains that annoying grin, and you shake your head with a laugh

the restaurant sukuna chose to take you out to tonight was located on the outer edges of the city near the water. your seating is overlooking the ocean, and you're not sure where you should stare—either at the lapping waves shimmering underneath the sparkling sun, or at your husband (an equally irresistible sight). he's wearing a tight black shirt with the first few buttons open, revealing the intricate details of his tattoos and the large expanse of his muscles and chest

a waitress eventually approaches your table. she's pretty—tall, lean, and wearing a dark red lipstick that suits her well—and you feel your heart sink a bit. you're sure she was staring at your table earlier, and you'd already assumed she was keeping an eye out on sukuna. almost subconsciously, you sit a little taller in your chair as she greets you two

"hello! i hope you guys are doing well. what can i get started?" she starts in an extra sweet voice, and you avoid her eyes and instead drum a single manicured finger against the table to distract yourself

you know you have nothing to feel insecure about, but anyone would feel a bit down if attractive women were constantly hitting on their husband, right?

without looking up, sukuna starts

"i'll have a plate of crab cakes, four fish tacos, one chicken marsala, one miso marinated black cob, two fettuccini pastas, one lobster ravioli, and one lava cake—and the center of it better not be undercooked. my wife doesn't like whenever it happens and i want her dessert to be nothing short of perfection." sukuna finishes, and the waitress looks genuinely distressed as she quickly jots down everything he said

"uhm, and all that is for just the two of you?" she questions hesitantly, and sukuna's gaze snaps up with a scowl

"yeah. and?"

you try to stifle your laughter as she quickly shakes her head with a smile, still writing everything down. your husband was... a bit of a big eater.

"no, no, i was just wondering— oh. did you say wife?" she frowns, and you try not to wince at twinge of disappointment in her voice

"if you were thinking i'm single, you're out of luck." sukuna states boldly, not bothering to give her any further attention as he folds up the menu and hands it to her

"uhm... i wasn't wondering about you. i was wondering about you." — and suddenly her gaze is pinned on you, and your eyes widen a fraction

"me?" you squeak in disbelief, and she smirks. it's cocky and slanted and it instantly reminds you of your husband's habit when he's teasing you, and you can't even try to hide the smile on your face as you cover it with your hand, caught off gaurd and embarrassed

"yes, you. you are beautiful. so, are you happily married to this guy, or just marri—"

"that's enough." sukuna stammers, and he looks genuinely mortified by the look of curiosity on your face. you giggle, shaking your head

"thank you... you're very beautiful too." you smile, and she actually blushes at your words, telling you she'll be out with your food soon as she walks back inside the restaurant with a lot more pep in her step than before

sukuna reaches over to pull your hand out of your lap and onto the table, and he adjusts your ring with furrowed brows as you giggle

"ryo—"

"i can't believe that woman's audacity—hitting on my wife! when i get home, i am writing the most deplorable review of this restaurant." he snaps as you let out a sudden laugh

"don't be silly, you big grump! she was nice," you smile, and he drags a hand down his face as if this was the worst day of his entire life.

sukuna wasn't used to women hitting on you. no man ever tried because all six feet of your husband was always looming behind you like a guard dog just waiting to rip someone's head off for looking at you too long, but he never suspected he had to look out for women too!

his brows are furrowed as he rubs a thumb over the diamond on your ring finger, and your gaze softens before you cradle his own larger hand in your own and press a kiss onto his knuckles. he blinks at you a few times before turning away with a huff, the tips of his ears a light shade of pink

"you're mine. you'll never indulge in anyone that tries anything with you, right?" he murmurs, still staring at your interlocked hands as you pout

"of course not." you promise gently, and he seems satisfied by your response as he holds your hand firmly in his own

after a moment of thought, he opens his mouth once again

"do you think we should make out to confirm our status for everyone else here?"

"ryo!"

[torumaii]

✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .

You wanted to learn how to squirt.

Like, you really wanted to learn.

Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.

Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.

He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.

You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.

You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.

So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.

“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”

Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.

He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.

"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.

"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"

His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.

Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.

Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.

Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.

His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.

Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.

Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.

Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.

"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."

Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.

You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”

Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.

He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.

"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.

"Knew you had it in you."

[yenayaps]

stealing your husband’s chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!

[content: MDNI, crack smųt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukuna’s sour but then he’s sweet]

Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.

“Kuna, please—harder,” you cry out.

“I’m going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,” he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. “THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck!! I didn’t know!”

“There was a note saying DON’T eat it—you just didn’t give a shit because you’re a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,” he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so he’d stop groveling over his ex. It’s been 6 fucking months, he’s tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enough—he needs to go out and sleep with someone.

And now Jin’s never going to shut up. Sukuna doesn’t even want to look at you right now—let alone reward your behavior with dick.

“And now you’re cryin’ like it’s my fuckin’ fault.” It’s him who should be crying right now. “It’s simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so you’d keep your grubby little hands off them. Why can’t you just be normal and go in my wallet?? Fuck—Arch that back some more.” He cracks his palm over your ass. “Yeah, hike it up nice and high.”

“I can’t!” It feels like it’s about to break with all the weight he’s putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.

He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. “Do you want to cum?”

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

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[kaiiswrld]

texts w nerdkuna pt.2

minors dni

[mrsblaileen]

dom!Sukuna who’s fine with you touching yourself, so long as you don’t put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.

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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”

His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.

“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.

You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.

“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”

As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.

“Yes sir…” you breathed, nothing but a whisper as you watched the muscle in his forearm jump from beneath half-lidded lashes. Listening to the slurry of wet noises he was beginning to draw from you, and huffing out a choked little gasp each time his palm kissed your sticky clit.

His fingers curled with an obscene ‘squelch!’, petting somewhere deep and tender that had your lashes fluttering closed and a shaky breath escaping from between your parted, raw-bitten lips.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred, savouring the sight of your chin hitting your chest as you began to melt into the mattress, the feeling of your pussy clenching desperately around his digits - blindly chasing a pleasure only he could provide.

[cidermello]

ᰔ your inexperienced boyfriend bleeds when you kiss him?˚‧⁺･˖

⤷ choso melts when you kiss him and doesn’t even realise he’s bleeding all over you.

you're choso's biggest blessing.

he makes a point to remind you every day of the way you make him flourish, feel safe and painfully loved despite his half-curse origin and his indisputable inexperience.

he really tried to hide it, though it bled through his stammers and stutters when he asked you out on a date for the first time and when you held his hand– eyes shining –thanking him for the sweet picnic date he'd organised. and it was especially obvious when he stiffly thrusted a hand-picked bouquet of flowers into your chest alongside a neatly written note (the eighth draft) and asked you if he could be your boyfriend.

ever since then, he's convinced himself that for the first time, the universe had been on his side and took pity on him, allowing him to feel unconditional love from a sweetheart like you. even if he didn't know the first thing about intimacy or how to be a boyfriend.

you understood– of course you did. never pressured him into anything, only took his hesitant, brief pecks with a sweet smile and a fleeting kiss of your own to his nose where his blood mark stains the pallid skin.

he's been on his umpteenth replay of this memory when he groans aloud, brows pinching together. he runs a hand through his hair and gracelessly undoes the pigtails, allowing it to fall over his face.

five hours.

if choso wanted to be precise, he'd say you've been gone five hours and thirty-eight minutes. something about a friend's birthday get-together you so desperately had to attend, leaving him bored and girlfriend-less at your place.

that's five hours and thirty-eight minutes of sighing incessantly, laying in your bed to smell the remnants of your perfume, using your favourite cutlery as he eats lunch alone, and staring at your last message on his phone promising to come home soon.

should he text again? no, yuji mentioned girls hate that. should he just wait? it’s unbearable, really—

he's on his fourth aimless lap around your apartment when he hears the keys jingle outside and the door push open. and like a moth to a flame, choso suddenly finds purpose and pads over to the door.

you're there, beautiful and his, slipping off your heels with a soft huff and neatly setting them aside before lifting your head. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, urging him to mirror the gesture, albeit shyly.

you’re so pretty. he loves what you’ve done with your makeup. so shiny, oh he loves you.

"hi, cho!" you beam, now turning to slip your jacket off, hang it up, empty your purse— and choso soon finds himself walking towards you to snake his hands around your waist without thinking. he tugs you back into his chest, hands sprawled over your stomach, squeezing faintly at the flesh.

you drop your purse on the counter, twisting in his arms to face him. his brows, if possible, have furled further and his pupils are dilated nearly entirely.

"cho?" you murmur softly, wrapping your own arms around his neck. "is something wrong?"

"you were gone for a while."

"you knew i would be."

"i missed you." he frowns further when you laugh, tilting his head down to look at you. consequently, his hair falls over his eyes a little, having freed it from the signature pigtails it's always in.

"cho, i wasn't even gone long." you coo, tucking his hair behind his ear with an amused smile, fingertips brushing an earring.

"five hours and forty minutes."

you laugh again, soft and airy, a sound he'd gladly exchange a sense to hear indefinitely.

"okay, cho, i’m sorry."

"you don't need to be sorry, i hope you had fun." he murmurs, tilting his head down to brush a brief kiss to your hairline. "what did you do?"

yeah, he'll ask. maybe your rambling will take the fact that he wants to kiss you off his mind.

"mm, we went to a really fancy restaurant! it had a cute bar too and—oh, the bathrooms were super pretty! my friends and I managed to get super pretty pictures, remind me to show you! anyway, we had dinner, then—”

he's listening. well, he was at some point, but now he's on his tenth non-committal hum while he guides you to your bedroom to help you wind down as you continue your storytelling.

you giggle, unruffled in the slightest, and stop in your tracks. that earns you a confused hum, choso mirroring your movements and halting.

"hm? carry on."

"you're not even listening."

his eyes widen imperceptibly and suddenly his hands are sweaty. is this the start of your first argument? are you mad? oh, god, are you going to dump him because he was too stuck in his fantasy of kissing you that he didn't reply?

"i-i was." he manages to mutter. "i’m sorry. you said something about mirror pictures?"

"yeah, five minutes ago."

he's sweating profusely now. and just when his lips part to come up with another weak response, you can't help but giggle.

"cho, i’m not mad. i was rambling, anyway. what's on your mind, though?" you hum, taking his hand and swinging it as you pad into your bedroom.

choso's not a liar. so, he confesses, but as quietly as humanely possible.

“…”

you hum again.

"huh?"

"said i wanted to kiss you." he repeats with a soft groan, the tips of his ears growing a bright red.

you stop and smile. god, you’ve done a lot of that tonight.

you don't even think twice. you stand on the tips of your toes and cup his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. choso grunts, half-surprised and half-fuckingfinally, placing a hand on your waist to return the favour.

although, when you pull away, he leans back in, his other hand cupping your cheek to guide your face to his again. you don't even deny him, you kiss him back happily, sweet presses of lips with an undercurrent of messiness only an inexperienced choso can offer.

he gives a soft whimper when he feels your tongue prod at the seam of his lips, ears growing hot at the implication. was it an accident?

you walk him back against the bed and climb into his lap, and he audibly gasps. you take advantage of the airy sound, slipping your tongue into his mouth and deepening the kiss just slightly.

choso's jaw falls slack, his lips trying desperately to meet you halfway. his head feels heavy and far too hot and he's dizzy, everything's fuzzy and blurred and he can't even feel his hands on your waist anymore–

you feel a drop on your cheek. then again, on your nose. instinctively, your nose scrunches and you pull back thinking he's crying again like he did with your first kiss.

to your surprise, he's bleeding. the blood mark on the length of his nose is dripping down his own cheeks and nose in slow, small rivulets and his eyes are blown wide. he sniffles. doesn’t even notice it’s him.

"babe? are you bleeding?" he panics a little, swiping the blood off your cheeks with his thumbs before he feels a trickle down his chin.

"no, its you! cho, you're bleeding!" you yelp, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a box of tissues, pressing three to his nose. "are you okay?! what happened?!"

now, his entire face is red and you can't tell if he's blushing or if he's about to bleed from every facial orifice next.

he lifts a hand to his face, sliding a fingertip down the bridge of his nose and down the subtle bump you love, collecting a smudge of blood. he starts to wipe his nose with the tissues.

"s-sorry, i lost control... i didn't think that would happen." he mumbles, covering his face with one hand while the other cleans himself up, desperately willing his technique to fix itself. he should ideally only be bleeding at will, he knows this.

"oh my god, you scared me!" you squeak, watching as his blood mark stops bleeding.

"s-sorry, i guess i got too caught up," he apologises, embarrassment laced in his words. he presses a kiss to your nose, wiping your cheeks until clean.

you sigh, cupping his cheeks and letting your eyes run over his face to ensure he won't bleed all over you again. when satisfied, you nod, letting your hands drop to your lap, your smaller body still perched on his thighs.

"okay. I'm not kissing you until tomorrow. to be safe.”

choso's jaw falls open and his eyes widen comically.

"wait, what?"

omg idk about this one ngl

idk what my thing is with kiss-obsessed guys 👁️👁️

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careless whisper

synopsis the boys accidentally reveal your relationship when they message a group chat instead of privately characters gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino, yuji, megumi warnings nsfw in a few, secret(ish) relationships - minors and ageless blogs dni

a/n thank you again to @tojislovergirl and @luubug for helping out with some of the ideas

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