˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ your one 'n only ruby pookie <3 ⋆ twenty ⋆ desi ⋆ she/her ⋆ nsfw & fluff + angst? writer ⋆ you can call me kelly or simply krys!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ a young n not-so-sweet-or-pretty pookie in her earliest 20s, struggling through life n trying to enjoy it with her fictional hubbies+boyfies n wifeys (help).
𓂃⋆˚𐙚 satoru gojo may be a tease of a boyfriend... but at the end of the day, you're the only one he truly treasures.
˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. tws! : mdni. nsfw. smut ; jealous reader ; jealous maker satoru ; smug satoru ; satoru's fan girlies thinking they have a chance with him sigh ; jealousy sex ; unprotected sex ; cowgirl! ; riding him ; messy makeouts ; ripping of clothes ; heat of the moment stuffs ig ; reader tries showing satoru his place ; satoru being... punished? for being a flirt but he enjoys it lol ; switch(?) satoru (sub → dom) not exactly idk ; etc.!
satoru doesn't love you anymore.
that's the conclusion you come to the first time, after getting in a relationship with him, you find him surrounded by a huge bunch of fangirls after barely leaving him out the cafe for a minute to get your coffee.
he visibly soaks in the attention, too. flexes and grins and shows off just for those (annoying) girlish squeals to get louder around him. and you oh so well know it all.
you lose count of the number of notepads and young palms he wrote his wrong contact number on. chuckling and laughing and grinning and smiling all smug as he waves off his fangirls once they're done with whatever they wanted from him.
you don't even know why he does it all. you don't remember the last time you talked to another man ever since you met him—and here he is, still signing off fan cards and posing for selfies with that all too bright toothy, smug grin.
of course it hurts to watch. but hey, you're a mature woman. no way in hell you're gonna gi and whine to your man about being so... close? friendly? flirty? or whatever the hell—with his fangirls.
satoru knows. of course he does. he sees it in the way you avoid his gaze when he approaches you after the crowd disappears. in the way you deny him kisses. in the way you snap at the slightest stuff despite trying to keep your jealousy in check. in the way you refuse whatever usual gifts he tried to win your heart with.
satoru knows it all. knows better. the one who doesn't know... is you.
it's not like... it's a need.
it's not like you need to know his infinity is on its highest intensity the moment he's approached. when he's hit on. when he's flirted with—when the guilty tries to get a sneaky little touch of him only to meet the cold of his technique.
nah. you're too pretty all pouty and grumpy and jelly jelly. the way your pretty brows draw together in a frown with your lips pulled in a scowl. the way you snarl. the way you stomp when he gets too clingy after just having spent some "sweet" time with his young admirers/lovers.
fuck.
it makes him hard. makes him throb. pulse—in the confine of his boxers as he groans under his breath. voice just a bit heavier. breath hitched and bated just in the slightest but visibly obvious—if only you noticed.
satoru doesn't tell you the truth. nope. and he never plans on doing so, too. because the after fuck he receives the moment he steps into your shared apartment behind you? it's out of the world and the heaven he could never bring himself to be less greedier for.
your angry hips slam down on his lap with aggression. each thrust down making your ass ripple as the plump cheeks collide harshly with his strong thighs—the sound of skin on skin resonating in the otherwise quiet living room.
you hadn't even managed to reach the bedroom before getting started. too pent up and hot headed to care anymore as you had him pulled down by the back of his neck—fingers harsh in his silky smooth hair as your lips slammed on his before the door even managed to slam shut behind him.
your hands were hasty and impatient—uncaring to the subtle scratch marks your long manicured nails leave behind on his smooth white skin as you rip off his expensive shirt to the bottom—buttons flying as you harshly bite and sink your teeth in his plump lower lip only to hear his starved growl.
satoru had plopped back on the couch right there. letting you set the pace and take full control of the situation as you bite and suck and nibble and scratch and harshly rip open his trousers and briefs, teeth harsh on his pink tits.
20 minutes into the scene, and now here you are—bouncing on his lap with all your might like your life depends on it with your teeth deep into his bulged out, thick chest, nails leaving crescent shaped red streaks on his shoulders and biceps.
you tried to keep it in. you really did. no way in hell you're gonna burst at him for a silly reason. you thought it would be fine. that just riding him all night would ease the burn in your chest... but here it comes—tumbling out of your weak lips like the silly little girl you've always been for him.
"s-should've seen your f-face," you choke out, voice caught in your throat with the built up knot in it. your eyes are glazed when you pull back from his chest, but they're clear enough to decipher his contorted face. to meet his blown out, heated dark gaze. yet, your hips fail to falter.
fuck. why the hell is your voice cracking now? you swore this time you would put him in his place! "should've seen the way you l-laughed with them while I-I stood and watched—"
your broken ramble is cut off with a sharp, choked gasp of air as strong hands come down on your bouncing ass. big and hot and strong and controlling as they grip your jiggling asscheeks firmly. swatting hard and sharp at the globe of chub as you let out a sharp cry that immediately rings in the entire room—your pace wobbling just a little, yet never daring to stop.
"oh yeah?" satoru's voice is just as smug and knowing as ever. delighted in the way you cry out and clench tight around him to his action. his hips twitching with the urge to ram up into your heat until he's seated deep in to the base.
"is my baby jealous now? awww, such a cutie," he ruts up once. testing. relishing the choked whimper that bubbles up your throat. breath hot to your ear as he chuckles all deep and hot—one arm sliding up your waist to snatch you close. "fucking her boyfriend and bouncing on his lap all grumpy and pretty—not even knowing half the shit of his side of story."
you gasp when he ruts up again. but this time, he doesn't stop at a single thrust. his big and strong hands clasp your lower cheeks and manhandle you so good and then—you're pounded into a mess of drool and tears on his shoulder as he repeatedly delivers fast and furious ruts into your pussy. balls heavy and smacking lewdly against your ass as you cry and whine uncontrollably.
"do you know why you can't smell those dumb girls' sick perfumes on me? why you can't see their gagging lipstick prints on my cheek when they jump and attack without warning?" you can't even focus on what he's saying anymore. too lost in the delicious way his hips jackhammer into you at a rate so fast and hard and ruthless that you don't even notice when you cream his cock. all you can feel is his thick cockhead ramming into your cervix. over and over and over again. hitting all your sweet spots with his breath all the more hotter and harsher at your ear.
"it's because they can't fucking touch me but my infinity, baby. did you know that? hm? tell me," you're left gasping and quivering so hard in his arms when he suddenly decides to stop. chest heaving against his with harsh breaths and skin damp and glistening with a sheen layer of perspiration.
he cradles your smaller form in his strong arms, so soft and gentle as he brings up his hand to push away the hair sticking to your forehead, leaning his head down to press his lips against your damp, salty skin.
you're half drifting in and out of consciousness as he lowers you to the couch a few seconds later. you're barely able to keep your eyes open as your back gently meets the couch.
it's only when he ever so subtly pushes and grinds his pelvis against your twitching clit that you realise... he's still in gut deep inside your hot and wet pussy, just as hard and throbbing as a rock as ever, and just the more orgasmless.
satoru shifts your legs from his torso then. sliding his arms under your legs to hook your knees over his shoulders. he leans down, hovering over your trembling form as he bends you in half. he chuckles at your whine—his lips all the more devilish yet sexy as they press to the corner of yours, only to lick a stripe up your sweaty cheek before you hear his voice deep in your ear.
"since my baby doesn't know better, guess I gotta fuck some more braincells into her."
Stalker!Geto: His obsession took root the very first day he walked into the café where you work. When you smiled sweetly and handed him his cup—complete with his name and a neatly drawn heart—something snapped. In his eyes, a soul as pure and radiant as yours had to be protected from this corrupt world. He decided that only he was worthy of guarding it.
Stalker!Geto: Who became your invisible bodyguard, lingering in the shadows of alleyways and across the street from your apartment, tracking you everyday to ensure you made it to and from your destinations entirely undisturbed. You’d occasionally feel the prickle of eyes on the back of your neck, completely unaware that he was just a few paces behind, keeping the world at bay.
Stalker!Geto: Who has eliminated threats to your peace without a single shred of hesitation. That persistent, needy ex-boyfriend who suddenly stopped texting? The aggressive stranger at the bar who couldn't keep his hands to himself? The close friend who was slowly trying to cross the line into something more? They all vanished from your life permanently, handled quietly by a man who views his violence as a sacred duty to keep your orbit clean.
Stalker!Geto: He doesn’t just watch; he studies. Geto mirrored your SIM cards and cloned your devices, treating your photos, notes, and messages like a holy text. He memorized everything about you—down to your deepest sexual preferences. He began sending you cryptic, anonymous texts from an unlisted number; a dangerous game you found yourself playing into out of sheer curiosity, completely unaware you were speaking to your greatest worshipper.
Stalker!Geto: He treats your daily routine like his favorite show. During one of his silent, calculated break-ins while you were at work, he mapped out your home and planted hidden cameras in every square inch. He feels no shame in watching you shower, change, or touch yourself in the privacy of your bedroom, using the footage to fuel his deepest fantasies. But he equally treasures the quiet, mundane moments: you pouting when a recipe goes wrong, talking to yourself, or yelling at characters on the television screen. To him, you are flawless. And with all he's learned from watching you, he's built a habit of leaving small things. Money. Gifts. Groceries. Your favorite take out left at your doorstep on bad days.
Stalker!Geto: Every night spent away from you is an exercise in desperate, sweating worship. He ruins himself over you in the dark, pumping his cock to the stolen glances on his monitors or buried deep in a doll customized to match your exact proportions. He breathes in the scent of the worn panties he slipped out of your laundry basket, entirely consumed. His obsession peaks when he decides to let you in on his devotion, leaving an untraceable video file for you to find—a graphic, unhinged display of him coming all over a picture of your face, letting you know exactly how thoroughly you are owned.
Stalker!Geto:When he finally decides it's time to take you, he leaves no room for escape. Bound and entirely at his mercy, he fucks you from sundown to sun up. It’s an unhinged, relentless haze of manhandling, treating your body like his own personal doll. He stretches you open on his thick cock over and over, ignoring your exhaustion until your pussy is completely raw and throbbing, and tears of pure, overwhelmed pleasure are spilling down your cheeks. He finally has his goddess right where she belongs.
could u maybe perchance make the here I cum guwon thingy again but like. The “you” is a guy. Idfk im gay and horny. :D
heyooo sorry there but I don't write for male readers :(
I'm still kinda new to this and I'm struggling with the female anatomy itself so writing for bottom males is gonna be a little troublesome for me :'( tho I'll be sure to inform if I ever decide to take up on male readers! thank you for requesting ✨🫶
✦ tumblr gradient color text tutorial ; very detailed !! :3
1. start on your desktop and go to https://www.stuffbydavid.com/textcolorizer
2. follow the steps on there — enter your text, select which type of gradient you want from the dropdown menu. I use horizontal gradient, which is just 2 colors. there is an option for one solid color as well, just follow the same steps.
3. type in your hex color codes. ignore the website’s step 4 (additional text settings).
thanks again to @/cafekitsune for the adorable animated dividers !! I pull my hex codes from those by taking a screenshot of the gif when the colors I want are showing, then using a hex color picker for the codes. just google “hex color from image”; there are a bunch that will work. you can also google “color palette from image” if you’re trying to make a color theme. if this isn’t clear, just let me know if you’d also like a tutorial for creating hex color codes and palettes !!
4. copy everything from the last box which says HTML code for this text: (To use on your website) — you can ignore the BBcode above it. my screenshot might look different because I expanded the box with the little tab on the bottom right.
5. go back to tumblr and whichever post you want to edit.
↓ continued under the cut ↓
6. on the post, edit and click the settings cog in the top right corner. scroll down to the text editor menu, and change rich text to HTML.
7. paste everything from the HTML box from stuffbydavid. you can paste it anywhere in the editor, just make sure not to delete any other text while doing this. as shown in the image, HTML editor will remove any “read more” line breaks, and it’ll reset image formatting if you have more than one on the same line.
8. select the settings cog again and change HTML back to rich text.
there is also a little preview button that you can use in the HTML editor on desktop, right at the top of the text body. this lets you flip back and forth much easier while editing.
9. now you can copy and paste the colored text wherever you want in the post editor !! as long as you’re in the editor on desktop, it will copy the exact same HTML format (color, size, bold, italics, et cetera). however, it only copies the exact format from the post editor on desktop, and it will not transfer if you try to copy it outside of that.
extra notes & advanced tips ;
you can also move the colored text around in the tumblr mobile app, but you can’t copy or edit it. if you want to add more colored text, you’ll have to change it back to HTML on desktop again.
keep in mind that you will have to reformat line breaks and images every time that you switch from HTML to rich text.
I used to use the jsfiddle website, but it stopped working for me. I also think the stuffbydavid website is much easier to use !!
you will start to recognize what the HTML codes mean and have an idea of where to paste, but you can always just paste it at the top or bottom of the post and move it once you’re back in rich text.
you can edit solid color text directly in the tumblr HMTL post editor if you want. switch to the HTML editor and find the hex code (if you’re using tumblr’s default text colors, they have their own names instead of hex codes — ex. niles, joey). type the new hex code where the old one was, and type the updated words between the > and < after the hex. if you make the text small like I usually do, it will have <small> and </small> in there as well.
this is what they look like in HTML :
example ( color #fb0093 )
example ( tumblr color niles )
for example, you can change color #fb0093 to color #c1e4fb, and >example< to >tumblr color text tutorial< directly in the HTML editor without having to use the stuffbydavid website !! but this is only for solid colors.
if you have any questions, please leave them in the comments and I will try my best to answer !! I’d also really appreciate it if you could like and reblog this post 🫶🏻 thanks !! and I make some of my own graphics, so you guys can always message me if you need help with anything. :3
disclaimer. my blog is very nsfw, so mdni beyond this point. you might want to like or reblog this post for reference, but please do not seek out the other content on my blog if you’re under the age of 18.
˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. tws! : mdni. nsfw. dubcon, sex in the closet, horny fuck, huge? size difference, some begging, needy guwon, desperate guwon, nasty guwon, marathon sex, unhinged sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cervix fucking, belly bulge mentions, light cumflamation ig, big dick guwon, brief mention of squirting, nasty orgasms, guwon thinks with his big dick, brief dirty talking (idk), getting caught?, etc.
"...three, two, one! ready or not, I'm coming!"
the high pitched, feminine giggle—loud and hearty and drunk—sounds in the far most end of the hallway, miles away from your hiding spot.
the sound of hurried, child-like pads of the feet thump against the wooden floor, barely reaching your flushed hot ears through the crack in the old wooden almirah.
if it weren't for the strong, giant pair of hands groping at your soft and trembling body, you would've noticed the nearing and passing of the hurried footsteps.
"g-guwo—" his name barely leaves your swollen lips, still slick and sensitive from his prior assault. a gasp tumbles from your lips. hushed and stuttered as your hand shoots down to stop his. "n-not now! h-eewon might c-come for us—"
"no, baby."
his voice is clear as a day. deep and gravelly. desperate. yet barely able to remain low and quiet. "need you. y-you feel so good, gotta taste you now—"
the need in his voice is palpable. so is the case with his hands as they hastily undo your jeans' button despite your feeble attempts to stop him. mind clouded with need and desperation as his hand swiftly shoves itself in your panties.
guwon whines. whines at the feeling of your slippery and sticky slick coating his fingers as he moves them to and fro between your puffy folds. fingers swooping in and nudging your tight entrance before coming back up to feel your throbbing, hot clit.
his fingers slide in. long and thick digits eager and needy to feel your tight heat engulfing them as he rams his digits inside your pussy.
his hips move needily. press forward against yours. grind. his cock—as hot and long and hard and thick as ever—bulges against your bottom. the swell pressing and grinding between your asscheeks hotly.
your eyes roll to the back of your head. long nails sink in his taut forearm. drool dribbles past the gap between your fingers through the palm you've placed over your mouth to muffle your sounds.
guwon moans. whimpers. teeth glinting as he nips at your nape. tall and broad frame hunched over your smaller one in the confined almirah. breaths hot and ragged and mingling in the dark as his strong frame cages yours.
you should've known better. known better than to give in to his puppy eyes earlier. known better than to let him in your hiding spot. to let him slide behind you. cage you in his suffocating arms. place his lips on your neck, then your cheeks, and then your lips.
maybe if you knew better, you wouldn't be here—trapped and caged in by your six feet eight inches something or over boyfriend. with his big hands keeping your small back flushed to his chest and unmoving. sweat soaking through his dark vest to your croptop.
you moan. shudder. pussy hot and wet and dripping around his thick and long digits as you clench in unwanted(?) anticipation. hole just as eager as his fingers as it sucks him in eagerly. drooling around him.
guwon's free hand—twitchy and sweaty over your waist—moves up the expanse of your soft belly. under your top. gropes at your braless boob and squeezes. fondles. pinches your already hard nipple.
"baby—" his whine sounds at your ear as he pants against it. breath hot and harsh. his tongue—thick and long like his fingers—laps at your sensitive skin. slobbers up your hot ear in his saliva. "I can't—you feel so good, need more—"
you don't even get the chance to register his fingers slipping out of your clenching heat and leaving you. through the haze of sensations and the hushed, muffled chatter outside, you hear the clink of his belt. the sound of his zipper going down with the rustling of clothes.
and then, you finally feel it. hot and hard. thick and throbbing. long and leaking at the bottom of your back. his cock pulses. leaking thick and sticky ropes of pre down the crack between your ass to your pulsing clit. sticky trails glistening against your sweaty skin in the dark, closed space.
even the overwhelming, blissful sensation of his insanely big meat shaft against your hot skin doesn't last long. because one second, it's pressed to your back. and the next, his way too eager and desperate hand is hurriedly guiding his leaking tip to your drenched slit.
one missed press. cockhead slipping through your swollen folds and bumping your clit. two. three.
the next time guwon slides, you cry. scream into the palm of your hand that is pressed to your lips between your face and the closet wall. because oh god, no way in hell he barged in all of him at once, in a single ram—
"guwon— oh my god—"
he doesn't even give you the time to breath. to cry. to adjust. to get used to his massive meat rod snuggled all the way up to your womb with his cockhead french kissing your poor cervix. the same cervix that refuses to let in the last of his inches because it'll tear.
"fuck—baby, so good oh my— your pussy feels so good! I'm gonna cu—"
he cries. clings to your waist. squeezes you tight to his chest. shoves and tangles his long and thick fingers through your delicate ones pressed to the wood.
his hips don't wait. they move then. too mean. too cruel. too eager. too desperate. too uncoordinated as they swing and slam to your cheeks that jiggle with each mean thrust. that redden with each harsh slam of his pelvis against your bottom.
the almirah doors rattle. the entire furniture shakes with his animalistic pace. his intensity shaking the very space to its core as your vision swims. unfocused. lost. dazed with blissful sensations and overwhelming pleasure.
guwon ruts. moans. slams. grunts. teeth sinking into your shoulder that now bears a bunch of his teeth marks. crimson and sensitive. he slams into you over and over and over again. massive cock filling up your poor pussy to the hilt where it struggles to keep up anymore.
his cockhead pokes your cervix repeatedly. ramming through your narrow, hot and wet and dripping channel that slobbers him up to no end. your belly bulges with the imprint of his cock moving in and out. in and out. outlining your belly up and above your navel as your belly flutters.
"so good, so good—you were made for me, baby! all for me! this pussy was destined to be mine—"
he is insane. feral. gone. lost into the abyss of your cruelly pleasure inflicting pussy that sucks him in as eagerly as he feeds it his cock. your chest now pressed and smashed to the wooden wall of the almirah that shakes up and down and to and fro with the swing of his mean hips.
you swear the almirah tumbles. shakes violently. tilts to the verge of falling over but bumps and ceases thanks to the wall next to it.
the heat that floods to your cheeks two times stronger than the last has you whining. pussy squeezing so tight, borderline suffocating his cock as you swear you just squirted. the small puddle of clear, hot yellow that trickles and drops below proof to your doing.
you don't get to utter anything more. because your pussy completes it all for you.
your hand shoves itself between your legs before you catch yourself. fingers trembling and all too desperate for relief as they swipe and rapidly curl and rub at your swollen clit. digits frantic and feral as they rub and twist and curl furiously. uncontrollably.
and then, you're cumming. gushing all over his still ramming dick as you squirt and cum harder than ever. your cum splatters all over your thighs and his. drenches your half hanging jeans and his trousers. yet that filthy, nasty orgasm only works to heat you up more. to make you moan and whimper just a bit louder. to make you shudder harder.
guwon doesn't stop tho. he won't. he can't. not after how your pussy creamed him up so good. drenched him so good. made him feel so good. so ecstatic. so heavenly.
"fuck—that's my girl. so good for me, baby—so pretty. I'm gonna cum now, take my cum deep in this pussy, yeah? keep it all in there until I've stuffed you full—"
he's blabbering. spitting out whatever that comes to his dirty mind. and he doesn't even know it. because right now, all his focus and attention is on your pussy. on the way his cock pulses and throbs inside you so good. on the way your snug walls clench him so good. as if begging for his cum. for him to fill it up.
and who is he to deny?
and so, his palm catches the side of your waist. holds you there, snug to his pelvis. rams as deep and hard inside you as possible. pumps as fast and furious as possible. forces his pelvis flush to your ass.
and then, he's cumming. harder and deeper than he ever has before. so deep you swear you feel your tummy bulge out as he fills up your greedy womb with his nasty, delicious, creamy cum.
thick and long, sticky ropes of cum paint your womb. your walls. pulsing and squeezing as they're painted in delicious white like icing on a cake.
you don't even hear it. too lost in the heat and daze of the post moment. guwon's large hand turning your head back to fuse his lips to yours in a sloppy makeout. tongues tangling and swirling against each other's as his hands fondle your boobs and slightly swollen belly. too lost in each other to notice the click of the door handle.
you don't hear it. neither does he. as his hips twitch. grind to yours. earning your muffled moan as he drools in your mouth. makes you swallow his spit. makes your face heated and red as he presses into you more.
just as his hand slides down between your legs to collect his seed that dared to drip out while his other hand pinches your nipple, you don't get even a second to whimper as the wooden door of the almirah swings open with a bang! to welcome strong rays of the bright light into the no longer dark space.
and you're faced with none other than the grinning ear to ear heewon, drunk out of her mind and yet, standing before you in all her denner glory with the brightest, drunkest glow on her flushed face.
"found you two!"
✧ might make this a series if it gains enough popularity...
Imagine being in a relationship with sukuna in the heian era, not knowing or caring that he was the king of curses, only that the man you loved and cared for would return to your open arms once every fortnight, spending hours in your loving embrace, ignoring shedules and duties alike just to feel your tender affection, drowning in your scent and warmth, indulging in kisses and everything he'd never admit to loving, and yet by morning he'd be gone to who knows where.
It would come to a day where, in his usual absence, a curse would wander near your home, brutally taking your life.
By the time sukuna returned, expecting your loving gaze, open arms and warm smile, he was only met with the door broken in, blood splattered across the paper walls of the traditional minka house, dread filling his entire being as he stepped closer, further into the shared house, his four red eyes landing on to your body, hair messy and fallen out of the bun you had usually kept it in, skin cold to the touch, body limp.
He'd cradle your smaller body in his lap, supporting your head with one of his four arms, a second holding you closer to his chest, his third brushing hair out of your face, while his last hand moved to grasp yours, holding it up to his cheek in hopes of feeling your warmth once again, his voice quiet yet steady as he called out your name, demanding you open your eyes this instant.
Your death took a toll on him, his body never stopped craving your touch, your warmth, your love... his heart, if he even had one, felt heavy, hurt, aching, like you took half of it with you to the after life.
As centuries moved on, and he was sealed, denying him the mercy of a proper death, denying him his only salvation of seeing you in the next life, he grew colder, angrier, more cruel.
It was in the midst of one of his rampages after yuji had lost control when he sensed it, he felt it in his soul, calling out to him like a lost memory.
He searched through the streets like a lost dog that caught a whiff of his owners scent, and in a way that's what he was. Undeniably and irrevocably yours.
Just as he felt it, just as he knew it, there you stood, standing in an empty street, closing up shop of whatever business.
You looked as beautiful as the day he lost you. he didn't have to question if it was really you, as he never forgot, he could never forget your eyes, how they sparkled like gems when you smiled, and he'd never forget how your lips curled when you smiled. He had engraved everything about you into his mind, into his soul. Sukuna would recognize you if his eyes were gouged out and his hands chopped off, relying on his soul and instinct alone.
He froze, his body going cold, yet as you turned to see him, you smiled so warmly, just like you used to and everything came crashing down, he walked up beside you, so many thoughts shooting through his head, he had missed your warmth so, but he knew you wouldn't remember him.
So instead of wrapping his arms around you, instead of falling to his knees before you, he instead spoke up. "Can i take you out to lunch?"
He didn't expect you to blush, didn't expect you to smile, making his heart ache so painfully in his chest, and he definitely didn't expect you to nod, accepting his offer.
But you did.
And suddenly, as if fate pitied him, he had a date.
(Hope you all enjoyed it, wrote this at midnight, i have work in the morning so I barely proofread this lol I mainly wrote this for my own enjoyment, though I wanted this to go down a slightly different route and make sukuna slightly toxic or rather obsessive but I like how it turned out so ye. Gn ✌️)
when u mistag ur smut ur exposing minors to ur shit. Please start using the correct tags
alright very very thankful for urr reminder I'll make sure to keep my shit from minors but just to be clear I would like to ask, which specific post are you talking about? because I clearly remember adding banners and even tags in each one of my post that they contain nsfw/sexual content.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ yuji itadori needs to express his love for you—from the bottom of his heart and gut—regardless of the fact that you're ovulating.
*:･ﾟ✧ tw! : mdni. nsfw. smut, modulo yuji but lowk s1 ver?, established relationship, crack start ig, ovulation but reader is lowk strict instead of horny, bf!yuji but he is lowk up for being a dad, soft yuji, needy yuji?, clingy → mature yuji, strict → soft n needy reader, make outs, rough sex, back scratching, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, belly bulge, pull out method, brief jerking off, etc.
"baby, can we please do it? just this once! I swear I'll pull out!"
your baby boyfriend's whine rings out in the otherwise quiet living room which is only filled with the sounds coming from whatever movie you played on the tv, his voice close to you as he is now clinging to your waist, trying to motorboat you.
"yuji."
your voice is just as strict and cold as his is whiny and stubborn, contrasting him as your blank gaze shifts from the large glowing screen to his face.
"I'm fucking ovulating. do you get what that means? you could be a dad very soon if we do it raw."
your hand comes up then, trying to shrug him off you as he whines and only clings harder like the stubborn brat he was raised to be.
"but I just promised that I'll pull out! don't you trust me?"
"trust, my ass. the last time you said it, I was almost on the verge of getting pregnant. thank goodness that I was on contraception."
your voice doesn't waver in the slightest, just as fixed and made up as before even when his hands start to roam over your body, squeezing the sides of your waist to lure you in and massaging your soft tummy, receiving a swat to his hand as he tries to inch it closer between your legs.
"but—but I just wanna feel you! feel how your pussy changes—walls get so soft and hot, they squeeze me so good! and—and you get so soooo wet, it's like you squ—"
your hand collides with his mouth in a loud smack, cutting off his horny gushing as his loud, pained groan with a muffled ouch! sounds behind your palm over his mouth.
"w-wha—"
"dare you to continue your ramble anymore, and I'm fuckin' kicking your ass."
your monotone, straight voice is sharp in his ears as you sharply swoop in, eyes glaring and slightly squinted at the edges in a girlfriend glare, yet he doesn't miss it as his eyes instantly light up—the way your cheeks dust cherry red.
"okay, okay I'm sorry," yuji's voice—surprisingly—is soft now as he catches your hand that's over his mouth, detaching it from his face to tangle his fingers together with yours.
a sweet kiss presses into the back of your hand as he breathes against it, lips curled into a soft, gentle smile.
"I know it's asking for too much... but I just, love you soo much. and you know that, right? I can't help getting like this everytime we are together. and..."
he lets out a soft breath. lips all pink and soft brushing against your dorsum as his fingers slightly tighten over yours. his free hand sliding up his nape to scratch the back of his head lightly with a tilted smile.
"it's not even like, I care about forever being just a boyfriend or husband to you. I love you, more than anything or anyone else. so if you were to ever be the mother of my children, do you think I'll abandon you?"
oh. there he goes.
his sweet, dreamy words. straight out of those books. the words that every girl craves to hear from her man.
yet here he is, not even trying yet oh so naturally sugarcoating his words with his pure love and affection for you to get into your head. your heart. the heart that beats just for him. races just for him. pounds just for him.
you don't even recognise your own voice when it comes out now. don't even realise when your lips part. letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding back. voice all shaky and soft and small. eyes darting away. not vulnerable. or weak. just gentle. honest. pure.
"....I'm trusting you this time."
his hands are everywhere. roaming. squeezing. fondling. holding. pressing. on the bulge that forms on your tummy everytime he pulls out and pushes back in. then pulls out again, only to push in again.
"feels good, doesn't it?"
his voice is breathy and hard yet soft when it comes out. deep against your flushed ear. warm breath hitting your sensitive skin. fanning your ear.
your cry comes out broken. cracked. yet all the more sweet and pretty as his free hand comes up to squeeze the underside of your left breast. the other squeezing the side of your waist.
"ungh—feels good, so good. more—ahh!"
you gasp. eyes all glossy and wide and quivering as his hips snap into yours. pelvis smacking against your swollen clit as he leans forward. big hand cupping your cheek as his nose brushes yours.
"mhm, I know pretty. I know. just hold on tight."
you moan into his mouth as your lips meet halfway. hungry and starving and loving all at once as he picks up his pace.
your nails dig into his shoulders. scraping and scratching down and up his back. leaving behind crimson trails in their wake.
yuji hisses. groans. all muffled into the cavern of your hot and wet mouth as you take his tongue down your throat. suck and swallow everything he has to offer. drool and spit pooling and spilling down the corner of your mouth.
his hips are just as devoted and relentless. shoving and thrusting and ramming between your legs.
your pussy gushes all over his cock oh so prettily. sweetly. gooey sugar syrup dripping down your red slit and his balls. a creamy white, thick ring coating the base of his cock as your mixed cum splatters over your tummy and thighs and his abs with each relentless thrust.
his cockhead leaks creamy streaks into your vagina. poking your cervix. cock throbbing and pulsing and twitching wildly inside your tight and hot, narrow cavern. walls thick and spongy and creamy, sucking him back in every time he pulls out, forcing him to ram back in with a loud groan.
"fuck—you're taking me soo good, baby. such a sweet girl. my sweet girl. all mine."
your heart does a stutter. a flip. pounding and thumping fast against your chest. tummy ticklish with butterflies swarming in from his words despite the heat flooding and dominating your body and senses.
"y-yes—yours, all y-yours! only yours—"
he coos. chuckles. voice all breathy and raspy and breath hard as he is now clinging to your waist. welcoming your small hands that scratch his back. face hot between your bouncing tits as he leans to the side to take one in his mouth. moaning.
his tongue flicks over the hardened bud. swirling and twisting over your areola like a serpent. as his lips suck onto the pebble nub. one arm around your waist and squeezing the side as his other hand reaches for your other tit. fondling and squeezing and pinching your nipple.
your back arcs. giving him further access to feast on you. your sweet body. his favourite delicacy.
"y-yuji, I-I'm close—gonna c-um—!"
your whimper breaks out. sweet and sugary. broken. cracked. but at the end, all his.
"yeah? you gonna cum? come on then, pretty. give it to me. gimme all you have."
you shatter with a cry. toes curled behind his back. nails deep in his shoulders. back arched with your tits in his face.
he follows soon after. hurriedly detaching his lower half from yours as he pulls out hastily.
his hands work to jerk himself off. forehead to your shoulder and breath hard against your neck as he rapidly moves his hands over his long and thick girth.
his orgasm hits him then. a hiss parting from your cherry lips as his teeth sink into your neck with a guttural sound from deep within his chest. hips bucking hard into his slippery palms for the last time before he cums.
you whimper as you feel it. thick ropes of hot semen shooting out and over your soft belly as he ejaculates. coating your hot skin in his burning desire as he pants into your neck. mind dazed and vision mutually hazy as you path simultaneously with him while his tongue swirls over the deep mark he just left behind, kissing away all the pain and discomfort.
"I love you."
your voice is soft when you blurt out. breathy. uneven. small. shaky on flooding emotions. maybe from hormones. maybe from love.
his hand comes up then. messy with his sweat and desire. tangling your fingers together with his. breath soft and loving and warm against your cheek as his lips press a kiss into your skin. into your very soul. curled in a loving smile as his words ring into your ears.
"I love you, too."
🥀 was gonna make this freaky and full blown smutty but it turned out to be soft in the end TT
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ gojo satoru is many things. but the one thing that stands out about him is his devotion for you.
♡ based on this request !
*:･ﾟ✧ tw(s)! : mdni. nsfw. soft sex(?), mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, clit stimulation, tit play, groping, eye contact guidance? (f! receiving), name calling (baby, precious, sweetheart, little princess, baby girl), insecure! f!reader, reader is described to be tall/thin and flat chested but there are only brief mentions about it, light crying, orgasms, scratching, protective gojo, simp? gojo, soft gojo, devotee gojo, body worship (f! receiving), biting + hickey giving (marking?), brief mentions of childhood, reader has social anxiety disorder, etc.
you were used to them by now.
the people. the gazes. the comments. the whispers.
you turned heads wherever you went.
people turned. gawked. stared. sent unwanted whispered.
that's till where your world narrowed as you grew up.
girls back in high school often teased you about it, too. asked what you eat to grow that big. begged you to play the role of their bf so they could make their ex jealous.
when girls around you got the role of the princess in the play, you were assigned to be the prince charming.
girls gawked and teased. boys whispered and avoided.
you barely remember ever having a boyfriend—or a male friend on a narrow field—who reached your eye level. who didn't crane their neck to look at you. who told you that you're perfect just the way you are.
yeah, you were used to being that way. aloof and avoided. surrounded by stares and whispers. yet close and isolated from everyone.
everyone else but him.
oh, sweet, sunshine him.
gojo satoru loved a tonne of things and beings. but the top most spot in that list? it only ever belonged to you.
you, and only you. his one and only sweetheart.
he was nothing like others. never like others. he always stood in his one of a kind, unique glory that only he could ever carry around.
he never looked at you the way others did. with astonishment. amazement. curiousity. intimidation. no.
the only emotions that glinted in his eyes when he looked at you were awe. joy. warmth. euphoria. tenderness. love.
satoru didn't care about the fact that you towered over the majority of the crowd in the subway. how you were barely shorter than him by mere centimetres. how he didn't so much has to bend to reach you.
he didn't care that you didn't need his help to reach the jar on the topmost shelf. that you didn't have trouble hanging the curtains on the high rod all by yourself.
no. satoru never cared for those. why?
because for him, you're still his silly little girl.
his sweetheart. his love. who still needs him at every point of turn. who still needs him to open the tight lid of the container. who still needs him to do the hooks of her bra. who still needs him to love and cherish her with his all.
satoru never tires of you. no.
never does he ever get tired of you.
he loves you the same. cares for you the same. cherishes you the same. admires you the same. if not more.
and overall, he never leaves you with dry words. never does he ever.
because you're a goddess he worships. and what kinda devotee would he be if he didn't devote himself to you with his all?
"so good, baby. feels good?" satoru's voice is a soft coo right into your ear. breathy but sweet. enchanting as ever.
a shudder goes down your spine as his hot breath fans your ear, flushed and hot. red. the hair all over your body standing straight on their ends.
your back arcs against his chest from where you're sitting on his lap at the edge of the bed. long limbs draped over his as his knees nudge the back of yours, keeping your legs apart and open for his fingers to toy with your sensitive nub. teasing and slow and gentle all at once.
satoru's free hand slides over your thin waist, up your tummy from below your arm to grope the slight, almost unnoticeable swell of your breasts, long and thick fingers splayed over your chest to tease and fondle your sweet nipples.
you whimper, head thrown over his broad shoulder, eyes barely able to stay open from the overwhelming and tummy fluttering sensations his touch brings to you.
"come on, precious. look into my eyes and tell me. how does it feel?"
satoru's hand—the same one that had been playing with your nipple for the past few minutes—pinches it. enough to make you whimper and have your toes jerk and curl as his hand, as big and warm as ever, slides up your throat to grasp your jaw.
you barely register his hand dragging your head down his shoulder by your jaw until your half-lidded, barely open eyes catch a glimpse of the view in the body length mirror propped against the wall right in front of your tangled bodies.
"t-toruuuu...!" the whine of his name that leaves your lips is the loudest he has heard tonight. the most pitched. the silkiest. the sweetest.
satoru doesn't even need to feel it. the squeeze of your pussy. the sound of your cries. the squelch of your juices. that's all he needs to know just how close to heaven you are.
his thrusts falter. although just for a moment. but he's quick to regain his speed and composure. his hips snap up against yours—sharp—forcing a cry out of your swollen red lips. before he thrusts back in to grind his pelvis against your ass. low, filthy squelches loud in the oddly quiet but heated room.
he groans into your neck. chest rumbling against your back from the deep, guttural sound. lips hot and tongue wet on your neck as he smooches and bites hickeys into your skin.
satoru nudges your averted eyes back to the mirror. his lips curling into a lazy grin as he catches your dazed, glossy stare into the mirror.
"look, baby. you're gushing so much, it's soaking my cock. so pretty." his praise only works to make you gush harder. honey dribbling out of your tight little hole around his cock in a thick, sticky trail and soaking his heavy, pulsing balls before sliding to the ruined sheets.
true to his conclusion, you watch the way the slightly visible portion of his girth peeks out and disappears into your pussy in time with his humps. but more than that filthy sight, what attracts you more in the mirror is you.
you.
the way your long legs are splayed over his. spread all wide and pretty for him. the way your hands—almost the same size as his—clutch his forearms for support. nails scratching and digging into his taut skin. satoru doesn't even hiss. just pinches your clit sharper. gropes and fondles and squeezes your small tits harder.
you whimper. gasp. when his hard, slow humps to your ass turn into thrusts. slow at first but picking up speed with each passing second. turning rough, needy, yet loving and caring all at once.
"fuck, baby—yeah, just like that. keep looking at me like that and cum for me, yeah? my sweet girl."
you don't even need to be told twice. his gaze into yours, teasing and groping you, mouth hot and wet on your flushed skin, and you're tumbling down for him.
you cum with a cry. the sound loud and broken with pleasure as your orgasm crashes down on you. hard and strong like a wave hitting the seashore.
satoru's right there by your side. cooing and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as he follows you over the edge. cock pulsing and swelling inside your gummy, hot and tight cavity as he shoots his load deep into your womb.
you pant. wheeze. trembling and shaking in his embrace as you fall limp in his strong arms. slumping back into his chest as he rakes a strong, gentle hand through your damp, tangled hair, pressing a loving kiss to your sweaty forehead. plump lips dragging down your skin to whisper against your parted lips.
"did so good, sweetheart. always so good. my precious little princess. always my baby girl. atta girl."
gojo satoru loves you not for how you look, but for who you are.
because at the end?
you're his one and only, and he would get the moon for you.
✨ @mckenziewenzie ! I'm not used to writing for soft plots but here you go. wrote whatever I could and just dumped it here (sowwy) but still, hope you enjoyed!❤️
oh my gosh, now I cant delete my request but I'm a dumbass and just realized you did have rules they just weren't pinned. 😭 ok so, I was hoping you could do a smut with any male character of your choice, with a fem reader and she's sorta insecure because she's low-key a bean pole (not really curvy and also tall) and her boyfriend or husband (whichever one you want I don't really care) tries to make her feel better? it could be like a smutty fluff, if that's okay?
thank you for sending in your request, sweets!❤️
and oh, don't worry about the rules! I would love to work on your requests so feel free to drop them anytime ✨ (tho I might take longer to release requested fics TT)
I'll be working on your request in no time so expect it soon💃🫂
okay but to have a nerd bf who is genuinely curious about how many times he can make you cum on his fingers/your toys. i mean, yeah his cock is literally rock hard and throbbing and leaking in his now overly tight briefs but he is more focused on his sweet, addicting experimentation on your pussy. tho, he might finally feed your pussy what it needs—his thick and long cock—but only when he feels you've really reached your border limit with your thighs shaking oh so cutely hard, glossy eyes barely able to stay open now, chest heaving hard and pussy glistening and leaking out thick n sticky, gooey sugar.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ choso kamo may be a "nerd", but he doesn't take it lightly when it comes to you.
*:･ﾟ✧ tw(s)! : mdni. nsfw. rough sex, manhandling, cervix fucking, nipple sucking, hitting it from the back + front!, unprotected sex, bullying?, he is literally her slave in the beginning, not your typical nerdcho scenario lol, avid desire from choso, switch!choso? (idk he's usually a nerd outside the bedroom), unexpected/weird plot twist? (at the end), finger sucking?, possessive choso, obsessed choso, dacryphilia, brief mention of f!orgasm (once), messy makeout(s), brief f!body worship?, etc.
nerdcho is the biggest nerd on the campus that one could ever find.
tallest, bulkiest, always draped in baggy clothes with long, messy raven locks covering more than half his face (you still wonder how he sees and doesn't trip his own feet)—introverted, always keeps to himself, extremely socially awkward.
despite all, you can't even remember the number of times you've seen girls trying to hit on him—only for them to snort and stomp away minutes later saying how he "shouldn't be so arrogant and a dick just 'cause he's got the looks" when he doesn't get a single flirt line in his head.
it was a piece of cake for one to pick up on him, to be quite frank. you're afraid he might be bullied and played around by teens at this rate.
but yeah, that's how you found him.
one glance, one push, one "threat", and he was on his knees.
homework, assignments, dorm cleaning, laundry—there wasn't a single task you kept him free from doing. your dorm is an orphanage where he works now, at this rate—looking after and cleaning the mess left by a single kid (you).
you never took more interest in him than asking for the progress of the tasks he was assigned—no matter how much your friends teased you about keeping him as your pet.
I mean, nerds have a better idea about stuffing their nose in a book rather than between a girl's legs, right?
so yeah, your "relationship" had a boundary, and the boundary was restrained til there. he either does your assigned work, or studies for mid term exams under a single lamp light. simple and clear.
then why... why does choso kamo—the well know nerd of the campus, the man you decided to pick on because he looked so pitiful in all his glory—seem so desperate avid to dick you down?
"hah— f-fuck, can you feel me, baby? feel me in your t-tummy?" his big and strong, sweaty palm presses down above your belly button right where his tip rams into your cervix, voice rough and gravelly against your hot ear.
you don't even know how you got here in the first place, your mind clouded by a thick fog of heat and all sorts of overwhelming sensations.
all you can remember is, one second you were standing in his doorway with your pom poms from the soccer match to get your assignments from him—and the next, you were yanked in roughly by the arm and shoved onto his bed before you could utter even a single word.
your clothes now lay in a heap on the floor along with his oversized hoodie and sweatpants, the cheap fabric of your cheerleader top torn into scraps by his ferocity.
his hands are rough, rougher than you've ever seen or experienced them to be, holding and pressing you down onto the mattress as his hips—oh so merciless and furious—pound you into the mattress with a brutal, unforgiving pace.
the worst you expected from the campus' nerdiest hulk was a good fuck. yet here he is now, proving you wrong all over again.
"a-ahh— c-cho-! st—" your broken cry barely manages to catch his ears through the symphony of your mingled moans and groans and the loud slaps of skin against skin ringing throughout the entire room.
with his harsh grip over your wrists intact at your back with the other gripping your waist, he leans over your back, knees beside yours digging into the mattress as the square shaped locket around his neck brushes the bottom of your nape.
"what? can't handle the nerd's cock anymore?" he breathes against your flushed ear, grin to your earshell. the chuckle that leaves his lips is wordlessly evil, causing a broken cry to slip from your swollen red lips.
"n-no more! stop—mrph!" you barely get to hurry to stumble those words out before his fingers ram into your mouth, thick and long and making you choke on your own spit as they press meanly on the mid part of your quivering tongue.
"stop? funny how someone was begging me to break them as soon as I ripped off their clothes." his words ring sharp in your ear, a choked whimper vibrating around his fingers as your nth climax crashes over you, all the more stronger under his assault as your nails dig into your palm harshly, wrists writhing and twisting in his hold.
"fuck, did you just cum by that?" he lets out a breathy laugh, the sound airy but guttural as his cock twitches hard inside you, your slick dripping down his heavy balls, hips stuttering in their rhythm at the sensation just for a moment before his jaw hardens, pupils contracting as his grip around your wrists tightens.
"that fucker came to me today, you know." he finally lets out, teeth gritted, voice hard and rough, pace never faltering or slowing down once now as his hips snap against yours. "the one who's always stuck to you like a fucking leech."
wait, is he talking about kenjaku?
his muscles seem to tense up at the memory of their encounter as his movements roughen up, fingers choking your sounds as they seem to go down your throat.
"fucker was going on 'nd on & bitching about how I'm only gonna be played at the end, that he will be the one fucking you first and not me—"
did that asshole really say that? the same asshole who literally begged to join your circle and stay beside you because he wanted to be your knight? that fucking bloody minion—
"—but we both know that the one who gets to have you all is me, right?" the chuckle that leaves him this time sounds deranged, dangerously so, with the way his rough and strong hands manhandle you so perfectly.
you're in a daze before you feel his hands snatching your delicate waist, your wrists finally getting the escape they craved for so long before he flips you over onto your back.
when your eyes finally meet his, you can't even see clearly, vision blurry with unshed water and mind dizzy as you slowly register his wild haired head leaning in close to you.
silky raven locks fall over your face, tickling your soft skin as your thighs are groped and legs thrown over his shoulders in a single blink.
your lips meet then, slow and sloppy but hard and possessive as his tongue shoves into your mouth, thoroughly stroking each and every nook and cranny of your warm and wet cavern, swallowing all your pretty moans and whimpers as he lines up with your entrance again.
"fuck..." a single breathy curse, a single push of his hips, and he's sliding easily into your pussy like a key perfectly fitted for a lock. your eyes roll to the back of your skull, a drawn out moan vibrating in his mouth that he eagerly swallows.
it's only when your weak hands take the desperate trouble of tapping his shoulders with all their leftover might due to lack of air that he groans in reluctance, reluctantly deciding to pull back while suppressing the urge to swallow you whole as your lips part with a loud and clear smooch, just in time for your whimper as his tip kisses your cervix.
"you're not gonna pass out on me again now, are you baby?" he breathes out against your cheek, pressing a trail of hot and wet kisses from your cheekbone to your throat and chest and boobs.
his lips part to take a hard nipple into his hot mouth as his hand slides up your limp forearm to tangle his fingers with yours.
his eyes look up from your breast then, meeting your drooping gaze as he grins dangerously, tongue to your nipple as his hips roll against yours hard.
"guess I'll need to show him who's the real bully."
nerdcho who was never really your target of bullying... but rather your secret, freaky lil obsessive boyfriend.
✧ idk where the plot twist came from TT. writing after ages and I feel like a newbie again. help.
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ toji fushiguro finds his new, favourite love handles of you.
*:･ﾟ✧ tw(s)! : mdni. nsfw. rough sex, manhandling, (lowk) mean toji, messy makeout(s), hitting it from the back!, groping, dirty/sweet talk(?), brat taming (maybe idk), name calling (pretty girl, ma, sweetheart), cervix fucking?, dacryphilia, saliva licking (once), hair pulling (once...), etc.
the air is thick and humid with the heat and intensity of your combined and intense, sensual actions.
his hips are ruthless and unforgiving as the front of his thighs smack against the back of your soft, squishy ones, your pretty and now red ass rippling with each thrust.
his hands are rough, possessive, claiming. calloused fingers from years of training and hardships holding down your ass firm against his pelvis and prohibiting any attempt to escape.
small fists balled in the ruined sheets and pulling, pulling, until the hem of the smooth sheet comes sliding out from under the mattress and over it with your grip.
the bed creaks, just the way it always does when he has you pinned down under him like this—ruined, helpless, weak, shaking, babbling, yet claimed—utterly claimed and all his.
"t-toji...!" his name tumbles from your lips oh so prettily, sweetly.
the groan that rumbles in his throat and vibrates in his chest—deep, guttural, harsh—makes you clench, clench so hard around his throbbing, twitching cock that he comes tumbling down on top of you—strong chest to your back now, heaving and sweaty and hot.
his voice is gritty and gravelly when it comes out, right against your ear as his hot breath hits your sensitive skin, the deep hum in his voice causing his chest to vibrate against your back oh so sensually.
"mhm. yeah pretty girl? too much?" the chuckle that he lets out is airy, gruff, smug even.
the hair all over your body stand at attention, his touch and grip rough and harsh as he grips your asscheeks tighter and yanks you closer, causing a loud gasp to leave your swollen red lips as your back is forced into a meaner arch.
the high pitched whine that you let out at that is just as loud, enough to match his own intensity as he loses himself in the state of frenzy, his thrusts unforgiving and merciless as your skins slap together in a melody, his pelvis smacking against your buttocks harshly.
your teeth dig into the nearest damp pillow, sweet sounds all muffled, knees trembling against the mattress with your ass in the air. small strands of hair sticking to your wet face all over. your damp, hot cheek presses into its softness, trying to find comfort amidst the chaotic heat and intensity of the situation.
"come on, don't be like that ma. you know I don't like it when you go silent on me."
his voice is gruff and heavy yet gentle and cooing as his left hand slides up your tummy to your neck, wrapping around your throat and pulling your face off the pillow. your head is turned to the side before you can blink and he engulfs your lips with his.
the kiss is hot and messy yet loving in all the dirty ways, tongues tangling and teeth clashing with your mixed drool dribbling down your chin and onto the mattress.
yet, his thrusts never stop or falter, pace as unforgiving as ever and hips slamming into yours with the same ferocity—if only stronger—and railing you into the mattress.
only when he pulls back with a loud smooch and a thick, wet, filthy lick to your swollen lips, do you finally gasp and pant harshly, sucking in as much air as possible in a dazed haze as his hand leaves your throat.
your face plops back onto the pillow, cheek sliding up and down over its case simultaneously with his thrusts.
his big, strong hand slides over your hot scalp, caressing the tight pattern your long and silky hair is pulled into, his other hand following the same destination as it slides from your hip and up your smooth and sweaty waist to your head, fingertips sliding over the now frizzy yet cute braids.
you realise his intentions late, a little too late as he slowly lifts his upper body from yours, keeping you in place as his knees stretch to dig gently into your calves, shushing the soft cry that leaves your red lips with a coo.
yet, when you start wriggling your ass and attempting to get away like the little brat he knows you are for him? his long, thick index fingers curl into the lower ends of your each braid.
and then, you're letting out a sharp yet sweet cry at the applied, twin pulls, gentle enough to not absurdly hurt but sharp enough to sting your scalp.
his face comes looming over your side then, lips ghosting your damp and hot cheek as he breathes into your ear, rough and smug with a mean chuckle.
"where do you think you're going, sweetheart? after all the hard work and trouble you put me through to tie these for you, this is the least you can do to thank me."
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