you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly
“morning’, mommy!” he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.
“mmm, good morning, baby” you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, “you are up early today,”
“yeah! i dreamed about you!” he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap
“yeah? about what?”
before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.
“s’too fucking early for this,” your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.
you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dad’s bad word. “ryo! language,” you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.
“brat’s old enough, don’t you think?” sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.
“yeah, mommy! i’m a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!” your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up
sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.
“go back to sleep, brat. it’s saturday and too early to be up,” he says, his big hand covers his son’s face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his father’s grip.
“dad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!” he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.
“later, let your mom rest,” sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, “come here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,”
you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.
closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.
Desc.: You’re caught up in the fear that the person you love the most will just disappear from you if you get too close, and your girlfriend Chaeryeong is set on proving that that won’t happen.
“Do you know that feeling… when you walk on a very thin line. Like a rope going from one building top to the other? And so long as you close your eyes and walk forward you won’t fall, but you need to trust that it’s there, because once you open your eyes it disappears.”
“I think I know what you mean, yeah,” your girlfriend answers, slowly turning her head to look at you.
“That’s what I feel like when I’m with you. It’s like… you’re there, and I know that,” you explain, and then you extend your hand until you’re about an inch or two away from touching her arm through her hoodie. “But I feel like if I reach out to touch you, you’ll just disappear right in front of my eyes.” Chaeryeong gives you one long look. You can tell she’s trying to understand you and to figure out what to answer. Then she turns to you fully, and she takes your hand in hers. You feel how her fingers are slightly warmer than yours, and you feel her heartbeat once she puts your palm against her sternum. She smiles at you softly, watching how your eyes widen, and after feeling your fears spike for a second, you begin to realize, and you calm down.
“See? I’m still here,” she explains, keeping her voice silent. She’s right. She isn’t going anywhere, no matter how close you get to her. You dare to take a small step forward, closing the distance between the two of you, and you tilt your head a little bit to look at her properly. The kindness in the corners of her mouth and behind the twinkle in her eyes fill your chest with warmth. But there’s something more to this very moment that makes your own eyes water.
“Are you crying?” She catches onto it quickly, and concern shows on her face. You shake your head strongly, not wanting to give her a reason to worry for even a single second. So instead, you tumble forward and with your arms around her shoulders you kiss her. You kiss her with such a need to feel her close, like her lips against yours is the final bit of proof that she really won’t just vanish into thin air. You keep moving your slightly thinner lips against her full ones until your lungs are screaming for air, punching your rib cage from inside in an attempt to pierce the skin at your sides or your front to create another opening for air to flow in and your overwhelming feelings to flow out. And still, whatever force is begging you to tear yourself open, your body holds itself together, and in the end you break the kiss. Leaving both you and her breathless, you can’t do anything but stare at the other for several seconds.
“I-” Chaeryeong attempts to say something, but at the same time you catch your breath as well, and you connect your lips to hers again, both your eyelids fluttering shut.
“I love you,” you breathe when you move to kiss the corner of her mouth. You bury your hand in her hair, grabbing it at the roots and then you tilt her head back, carefully so as not to hurt her, but with the way your grip on her is so strong you can’t hide the urgency behind your actions. You scatter kisses down her jawline and the side of her throat. The way her hands are finding your sides and holding onto them, her fingertips twitching with every time that your lips come in contact with her skin and silent moans fall from her lips all only motivate you to keep going. “Fuck, I love you,” you whisper against the skin just below her ear and you think you can feel the way her body shakes from a shiver running down her spine. Eventually, one of her hands leaves your side and cups your face to pull you into another sweet kiss. She guides you a few steps closer to the bed in her room while your lips are still connected, and the rest of the way after you separate. You let her sit you down on the mattress first, and she pushes your back into the blanket that faintly smells like her when she crawls on top of you. Your hands are back on her right shoulder and the back of her head in no time, and you bring her closer to you to keep kissing her. Closing your eyes again, her weight on top of you feels reassuring, and as the kiss grows deeper it’s like with every touch of your tongues there is another knot tied between the net that is her, and the one that is you - like a spider carefully weaving its nest, and the deeper you fall into it, the more entangled you become.
You separate for a moment, and again you can’t do anything but look into each other’s eyes. Words aren’t needed in order to convey what each of you feels. They never really have been, but you relied on them for too long, because maybe deep inside you were hoping that they would keep you from crossing that bridge you were so afraid of walking, convinced that you would just suddenly lose her if you arrived on the other side. And now that you’re here she is still very much in front of you, her beautiful face right above you. You let your fingers dance along her upper arms, and holding onto them, you roll to the side, flipping your positions. Surprise appears in her eyes for a second, before her features merge into the smile that you love so much. You lower yourself and you place a kiss on her cheekbone on the right, on her forehead, her left cheek, the tip of her nose, the corners of her mouth, the mole on her chin, and finally her lips. Her smile melts into another deep kiss, but this time she doesn’t reach for you, doesn’t hold onto you. Instead, she waits, and once you part she watches with those adoring eyes of hers that you wish you could’ve allowed yourself to drown in much much earlier.
“Y/N,” she calls your name, softly, not raising her voice more than she has to for it to reach your ears. Again, fear strikes you for a second. You hold your breath, afraid that the words would pick her up and carry her away from you, placing more bridges that seem so impossible to cross between you and her, but nothing happens, and in the end the need to hear her voice wins over all those worries and anxieties. “I love you too,” she whispers. Her smile remains all over her face, growing wider as she speaks those words, and you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, and then roaring throughout the rest of your body. You need to feel her closer, and so you let your lips ghost over her neck again, placing a kiss here and there, while one of your hands sneaks inside her hoodie and past the t-shirt she’s wearing underneath. Her belly twitches when your cold fingertips come in contact with it, but it seems she relaxes once you let your entire palm come in contact with her skin. You both sit up and you roll both tops off of her, and after another kiss she does the same for you, her lips leaving yours for just long enough to take off your shirt. You help each other slip out of your pants as well, and in the end you’re lying on your back again, with her on her side next to you. You bend your back, lifting your rib cage for a moment to allow her to take off your bra, before she kisses you again. You moan into the kiss when her warm hand covers one side of your chest, and when she pulls back to let her eyes wander your body, her reddened lips form that precious smile again. A thought strikes you, how you would like to capture it, like picking a shooting star off the filament to carry it with you forever. And then another thought appears in your mind, how you don’t have to do that, because she’ll be here with you anyway. All you need to do is to make her smile, and that’s something you definitely can do. She buries her face in your neck to leave little trails of kisses there, while her fingertips slowly but surely wander south.
“Does that feel okay?” she mumbles when she removes her lips from your skin to search your face for a reaction instead, and her fingers are slipping past your underpants. You nod, wriggling closer to her touch, and you moan when she grazes your clit, stopping at your entrance, and then coming back up. She repeats that process a few times, watching your pupils grow darker with each second, and when she finally slips one finger, and then a second one inside you, you throw your arms around her body, searching for her back to hold onto. You can’t hold back your moans as she curls her fingers inside you, and you close your eyes to focus only on her touch. She leans her forehead against yours and speaks.
“Your voice sounds so sweet,” she says and you can feel her breath tickling the skin on your face. You attempt to pull her closer, nails digging into the skin covering her shoulder blades, as you near your orgasm, overwhelmed with feelings and the sensation of her fingers inside you and her thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
“Chaeryeong...” you manage to say her name in between moans. It’s the only word that comes to mind at the moment, and so you keep repeating her name as you come undone underneath her, until your body relaxes and all you can do is take deep and heavy breaths, as the aftershock of your high wears off slowly. When you finally open your eyes again, you see her leaning in to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. She gives you that gaze that makes you feel certain that she loves you, and you cup her face to kiss her again, before crawling back on top of her. Your hips placed right on top of hers, you start rolling them slowly, while sharing open mouthed kisses. As soon as you sit back up, you can see her furrowed brows, her expression filled with pleasure and expectation. Once again you trail kisses from her jaw to her neck, but this time you don’t stop there. You remove her bra and let your lips wander from her collarbones to her chest. She buries her fingers in your hair, and everytime you feel her tug at it you make sure to spend some more time at the current spot, kissing and nibbling at the skin, hoping you would leave at least one or two marks to make sure everyone knows she’s yours and yours alone. You move down her stomach, and eventually pull off her panties as well after placing a kiss just above the hem. You peek up at her, and the desire in her eyes tells you to keep going. You watch every single reaction of hers as you wrap your lips around her clit, enjoying the slight pain and the rush of adrenaline when she pulls a bit too hard on your hair because she didn’t expect you to start sucking on it right away - or maybe she’s just overwhelmed by the emotions she’s feeling, just like you had been earlier. And if you’re quite honest with yourself, seeing and feeling her reactions as you’re pleasing her isn’t making you feel any less than the other way around. You lick up a stripe, before slipping your tongue inside her, devouring the sight of her throwing her head back with your eyes, and savouring the sound of her shaky voice along with the sweetness that meets your tastebuds.
“You taste so good,” you hum against her core, and you feel her flinch and let out a whine from the vibrations your voice causes her to feel. You moan in response, loving how with every oh so little sound you make, her body is shaken harder.
“Please…” she mewls eventually, “please, I need more…” You grin at the way she’s begging for you, however at the same time you couldn’t deny her the wish even if you wanted to. And so you slip your tongue out of her to tend to her clit instead, and you push two fingers into her. Again, a shiver runs through her whole being, and the shaky moan that falls from her lips sounds like music to your ears. The hand in your hair is pulling on the strands constantly now, and you find the fingers of her other hand digging deep into her blanket. She’s biting down on her lower lip, and still she can’t stay completely silent, and you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your body when you finally get to hear the sounds she makes and how she calls out your name as you feel her cum on your fingers.
You crawl up, right into her embrace, and you hold each other close. You could probably fall asleep in the safety of her presence, but you want this moment to last longer, even if just a little. Again, the way with which she looks at you tells you so many things, but this time she actually speaks up.
“Are you still afraid?” she asks. “That I will disappear when you touch me?” You look at her, while trying to find a definite answer within yourself. Chaeryeong adds, “Even if you do, I’ll find a way to prove to you that I won’t leave.” With a swift motion, she brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I might get scared again,” you admit. “But right now there isn’t a single bit of fear in me.” Relief shows on her face, as her teeth become visible behind a sweet smile.
“That’s good,” she answers, “that you’re not scared right now.” Then she comes closer, brushing her lips against yours. “And once it comes back you just tell me. And I’ll make it all go away again. Promise?” You close your eyes and return the kiss, before you reply,
by the second time you are awake, the sun is high enough that the room is covered in a soft, warm light that makes you stir when it hits your face.
you feel some shuffling beside you, followed by tiny dips in the bed.
when you open your eyes, the same cute face from a while ago greets you— this time more awake, hair messier and the same bright smile on his face but the way he is kicking his feet is a tell that he is a little impatient.
“you wakey now, mommy?” he asks in a whisper, eyes side eyeing the face buried on the pillows beside him, and then giggling. “i don’ wanna wake daddy!”
your smile is full of fondness as you pull your son into your side, sitting up. “yeah, baby, i’m awake now,” you look at your still dozing husband lying face down towards both of you, muscular arms under the pillow and you get lost in the way his biceps and deltoids flex. what a good morning. “why don’t you want daddy to wake up?”
“because i want to tell you my dream!” yuuji’s hand pats your cheek to gain your attention again, his tiny voice excited and raspy from sleep.
a deep voice spoke from beside you both, “weren’t you going to wait for me, brat?”
sukuna shifts, his eyes cracking open. he doesn’t move to get up, instead resting his chin on his hand, watching his son and you cuddle together with a softened, heavy-lidded gaze despite the accusing tone in his voice.
yuuji hmphs! to his dad, face burying in your chest as he climbs on top of you, “you didn't let me tell mama about my dream!”
sukuna scoff but the corners of his lips twitched with amusement, “talk about holding grudges,”
“just like his dada,” you mused, resting a hand on yuuji’s back to support him as he crossed his small arms on your chest.
“whatever,” sukuna rolls his eyes before shifting closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and closing the gap between his body and yours so that your shoulder rests against his chest while his other hand rests over yours on yuuji’s back.
“‘nywavy!” yuuji reels back into topic, looking at you with a dashing smile that made you melt, “in my dream, i was little, like baby little—”
“you are still a baby, yuuji,” you interjected and your husband snorted, earning a glare from you and a frown from his son.
“no! i’m a big kid, me dream was like thwee years ago—”
“you are four years old, brat,” sukuna quipped, evidently enjoying teasing him. “no way you remember something when you were an infant,”
yuuji tilted his head at his dad, “what’s an infan’?”
“what you were three years ago,”
yuuji scrunched his face at the new information, “so me dream was an infan’?”
“probably, bug,” you replied softly, patting his back so he could finish his story. “so, what did you do in the dream?”
your son was so easily distracted sometimes it amused you. sukuna said that he was just like you. a bundle of daydreaming and menace.
yuuji’s eyes lighten up. “yeah! in my dream, you were talkin’, mommy. and rockin’ me in the blue chair.”
the blue chair, the one on his nursery turned room now. you hummed. “and what was i saying, baby? i talk to you a lot when we are on the big chair,”
“you were talkin’ about how i was a miracle, and that you prayed for me to be okey dokey, but i wasn’t listenin’ ‘cause i was like closin’ my eyes very very hard,” he shuts his eyes dramatically, trying to make a visual of how he was on his dream to the point he was starting to get red and, for a moment, sukuna and you looked at each other in amusement at your son antics.
yuuji opened his eyes and beams at his dad, “you were there too, dada! you said i was your strongest curse!”
sukuna’s eyes shot wide open, looking at you —who is on the verge of laughing uncontrollably—, a frown very similar to the one yuuji sported a few moments ago as he looked at his son.
“i said you were a blessing, don’t twist my words, you little rascal,” his hand resting on top of yours came to his son's hair, ruffling it and having in return a shrug from yuuji.
“s’the same dada, i’m the strongest!” he puffed his chest proudly, and you squeezed him in your arms, soon feeling sukuna’s arm around your shoulder tighten, his other arm wrapping around you and yuuji.
you and your husband both know that it wasn’t exactly a dream, it happened around a year and a half ago when yuuji was very sick—feverish, crying in pain while doctors promised it would pass. you remember sitting in that blue chair, rocking him, whispering prayers through trembling breaths. sukuna lingered close, reassuring you that it would be okay, he was strong. a blessing. a miracle to you both.
sukuna remembers well how you had difficulties during yuuji’s pregnancy and how afraid you were of losing him. he was afraid too but soothing you and looking after yuuji came first.
his family will always come first.
“yeah, kiddo. you are the strongest,” sukuna agreed in a low, sincere voice as he held tight on both of you, making you and yuuji let out a sound in protest.
“honey—too tight!”
“daddy, i can’t breath!”
sukuna laughed, raspy and happy. “yeah, yeah, love you both too,” he loosened his grip just enough to let both of you breath, “now, dreams and curses aside, i’m hungry”
yuuji perked up at that, “me too! mommy can i have chocolate chips on my pancakes?”
smiling sweetly, you nodded at your son, “yeah, baby, as many as you want,”
“what about me? can i have chocolate chips too?” sukuna murmured against your ear, making you squirm and giggle.
“i’ll think about it.”
“yeah!” yuuji cheers and nods, “mommy, make him work for it!”
sukuna looked at his own flesh and blood with a glint of betrayal and humor in his eyes, “still holding grudges, huh?”
“just like you,” you and yuuji replied in unison.
“oh, you two little—”
he pulls you both into another hug—tight, but not that tight this time—and laughter fills the room.
he loved mornings like this, with his two favorite people in the world wrapped in his arms.
choso wakes up slowly, feeling a soft weight pressed against his side and warmth against his chest.
did yuuji sneak into his dorm and crash in his bed again?
groaning, he was ready to tell his younger brother to stop hovering. until he blinks his eyes open and realizes where he is.
this isn't his dorm.
it's your dorm.
the memories came flashing to him— his reply to your story, your answering back and finally telling him to come over because you needed “help” with the assignment from the class you both shared.
you kissing him. him kissing you. he nervously trying to match your pace because god knows kamo choso has never been kissed like that before.
he is still a virgin but you made sure to bring him over the edge in other ways— your heat grinding over his damp briefs, your hands stroking him slowly, your slick cunt riding his thigh while chasing your high after giving him the most mind blowing orgasm only with your hands.
he feels something stirring inside of him at the memory of you. so gorgeous, so ethereal.
you collapsed on his chest. kissed him again and again until he was putty in your hands. and, after you two catched your breath again, you pulled him into another quick, desperate round of dry humping. this time he had more confidence as he bounced you up and down his swollen girth beneath his ruined briefs, your melodic voice chanting his name.
now, he just watches you.
your arm wrapped loosely on his chest, cheek tucked against his biceps, only in your cami top and sleep shorts. your hair is messy, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling with every steady breath you take.
he is in heaven. he must be.
you didn't kick him out.
instead, you walked over to your closet and tossed him a pair of oversized shorts that you claimed were stolen from your cousin so he could change out his damp briefs, sticky with the creamy mess of his release and yours.
both of you changed. you took your ipad and told him to come back to bed so you could finish an episode of law & order: svu since your roommate wouldn’t be back all weekend.
he didn't need to be told twice. he climbed back into bed, feeling you shift closer until he wrapped an arm around you, eventually falling asleep.
his mind was wandering off, was this actually real? after months of pining, does he really have you in his arms? it almost felt like one of those time when you dream inside a dream, or worse, this is a sweet nightmare that would haunt him for months when he actually wakes up and sees that he never had you.
and he never will.
“cho?”
the sound of your voice pulled him back from his intrusive thoughts.
choso’s eyes find you already looking at him—eyes heavy with sleep, lips soft and swollen from earlier.
“yes?” he breathes, feeling his heart rate spike up at the angelic sight of you like this.
in his arms. disheveled. sleepy. beautiful.
“you okay?” you ask softly, your hypnotizing eyes searching his.
more than okay. it’s almost four in the morning but he’s never felt better in his life.
“yeah” he replies quietly, voice trembling in disbelief because this is real. actually real.
you nuzzle closer, drowsy. “mhm, go back to sleep,”
he wants that. he really does, but his heart won’t slow down.
he called out your name in a hesitant, gentle tone.
you hum, eyes blinking slowly. “yes, cho?”
“in the morning…” his voice is low and timid, so vulnerable you felt warmth spreading in your chest. “c-can i take you out?”
you lift your head slightly, eyes holding his expectantly.
he may as well go big or go home. after all, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?
“l-like,” he swallows. “on a date?”
he’s so endearing it makes something in you ache. to you, the answer was already obvious but this cute nervous boy needed reassurance. and you were going to give it to him.
your hand presses against his chest, fingers splayed there as you cuddle against the curve of his neck. you leave a gentle kiss against his skin and he just melts.
“i would like that,” you whisper tenderly, pulling back enough to give him a sleepy grin.
“yeah?” he inquires, disbelief and giddiness mixing with exhaustion.
you giggle, soft and saccharine. “yeah,”
he gives you a bashful, barely there smile but the way his eyes shine under your dorm’s dim lights makes your heart flutter.
“okay.”
“okay.”
his hold on you tightens, chin resting on top of your head as you curl closer into him, wrapping your arm around his torso.
“good night,” he whispers your name gently, like it’s something sacred.
letting out a content sigh, you closed your eyes slowly, a smile lingering on your face. “good night, cho.”
he has never wanted the sun to rise faster than he does right now. shutting his eyes, he focuses on the way your breathing evens out, feeling your heartbeat slow enough to lull him to sleep.
nothing has ever made him sleep better than having the girl of his dreams in his arms.
a/n. this is a bonus from my "insta fumble" fic, but can be read as a stand alone bc i love choso sm. part 2 is coming soon, so if you want to know when i post it or any of my works, here is my taglist!
toji loves when his sweet little wife plays hard to please
mdni. +18, fem! reader. stablished relationship, matting préss, overstimúlation, creampíe, toji’s down bad for his sweet baby, age gap (mid-twenties, early-thirties)
it shouldn’t amuse him.
not at all.
he just…can’t help himself.
the way you just scowl and hmph! at him every time your eyes found his, it has been going on for the past couple of hours and it just makes him throb in his pants, the corners of his lips twitching to fight a grin.
“c’mon, baby, don’t be mad at me,” he drawls, hugging you from behind as you busy yourself cutting onions and carrots for dinner.
he can see how your eyes give him the side eye before pursing your lips and—
“hpmh!” there it is. that cute, grumbling sound you make. every. fucking. time.
and it does not fail to make him all hard and hot for you.
“i apologized, doll. i brought you flowers, don’t be mad at your poor, needy hubby,” he murmurs against your neck, his hands roaming from your ribcage, to your waist, to your hips, littering kisses all over your exposed shoulder and neck, his erection pressing against your lower back.
you groan, letting the knife and the onion fall on the chopping board, crossing your arms across your chest.
“it’s not funny, ji’! i asked you for one thing!” you exclaimed, voice all sweet and cute to his ears even when you try to wriggle your way out of his embrace.
he just tightens his hold on you, and you don’t miss the way his hips rubbed against your ass now, making you scoff. “really? are you copping a feeling right now?”
he just hums, lips twitching against your neck before going up and biting your earlobe. “not my fault, doll, it’s you and your cute little “mhph” that gets me all hard,”
“i do not sound like that!” you hissed, turning around to look at him, back pressed against the kitchen counter, eyes narrowing at him and lips in a cute little pout.
toji laughed, not stopping the movement of his hips as he grinded himself against your thigh now. “don’t pout, baby. it just makes me more hard,” he pointed out with his eyes at the very notable erection on his grey sweatpants and you gulped.
“no! i’m not going to be tempted! i’m mad, toji!” you pushed him slightly and frowned when he fucking chuckled. “are you laughing? i asked you to pick up specific groceries for a recipe i’d been planning all week to cook for ‘gumi. instead, you decided that "chicken and juice" counted as a balanced meal, ignored the list entirely, and spent the rest of the grocery money on a new betting tip that—shocker!—didn’t pan out!” your arms were up in the air now, gesturing around as you deepened your frown at him.
it was toji’s turn to groan now, “doll, megumi is a grown ass kid. he enjoyed the chicken, it was just a little…slip,” he grunted despite the amusement in his eyes at how worked up you were.
god, were you a sight for sore eyes, all sweet and pouty. and again—
“hmph! don’t care, i’m not in the mood to entertain you,” and with that, you turned around to resume your activities before megumi came home from his friend’s house.
toji just let you be for a moment, smiling to himself when you throw him another side eye and a little “hmph!” under your breath for good measure.
"c’mon, doll, cut me some slack," he rumbles, his voice dropping an octave as his hands slide on your body again, gripping your hips with a possessive heat that tells you he isn't thinking about dinner anymore. "i think you’re being a little too loud for a girl who’s supposed to be ignoring me."
he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing that sensitive spot right where your shoulder meets your pulse point. he knows exactly what he’s doing and god help you, it’s working.
"forget the onions, baby," he breathes, his hand moving to the button of your jeans, feeling you unconsciously press against him. "i’ve got something else for you to focus on."
toji doesn’t wait for an answer. he thrives on your resistance, finding the friction between your lingering annoyance and your body’s betrayal absolutely intoxicating.
he scoops you up effortlessly, the half-chopped onions forgotten on the counter, and carries you toward the bedroom with the steady, predatory stride of a man who has already won.
“toji! wait—,” you can’t even finish your sentence because toji drops you on the mattress, pinning you down before you can even think about crawling away.
he towers over you, his sweet little wife looking small and delectable beneath his rugged frame and takes a moment to look at you.
"you’re still scowling," he chuckles, his voice a low and raspy, tongue licking the scar on his mouth and you have to refrain from closing your thighs at his hungry graze. "i guess i’ll just have to work harder to get that look off your face."
it took him less than twenty minutes to have you just like he liked—
begging and thrashing under him
"ji’... wait, ohfuckfuck," you gasp, head tossing back against the pillows.
he has you in a mean matting press, legs folded against your chest as he pistoned inside of you in a relentless, mean way. he wasn’t even fully naked, just shoved his pants and briefs down enough to free his aching, leaking cock and shoved it inside your already wet pussy the moment he ripped your jeans and panties off.
you were on the edge of the bed, toji’s feet solid planted on the floor of your bedroom to help him thrust into your warm heat as fast and hard as he could, head thrown back at the way your pussy squeezed him again when another orgasm washed over you.
“fuck, baby, love your fucking little pussy,” he grumbled, grabbing one of your legs and kissing your ankle as you cried and whimpered about how “s’too much, ji’!”
"look at you," he murmurs, watching your eyes roll back as a wave of overstimulation hits you. he leans down, nipping at your earlobe and soothing the sting of pain with his tongue. "can't even remember why you were mad, can you, doll?"
drool was already at the corners of your lips, eyes hazy and glossed over, tears running down your cheeks when toji pushed your legs even more against your body until they were almost touching your ears and then he shifted his hips until he hit another sweet spot of yours.
your back arched off the bed with a loud moan.
“ji'! aah! yes, yes, yes” you chanted, already too fucked out of your mind.
he’s right. the one thing you asked him to do has vanished from your mind, replaced entirely by the demanding, heavy presence of the man who loves you a little too much and shows it far too loudly.
he snickered, eyes dark and hooded as one of his hands lowered down your belly until his thumb landed on your clit and started to rub mean circles on it, the rest of his fingers splayed against your soft skin and he hissed at the way your pussy clenched hard on him. “my little princess is too fucked—oh, shit, baby, i’m close—ah, to even talk properly, huh?”
it took him another orgasm of your already too overstimulated pussy from him to cum inside of you, grunting and moaning your name.
he fucked you out of your orgasm, his cum and your own slick trickling down your thighs every time he thrusted slowly inside of you until he was soft and spent.
he grabbed your legs, unfolding them and running his hands up and down to soothe you out of your fucked out state long enough for you to look at him without your eyes lolling to the back of your skull.
“i hate you,” was the only thing you could say between tiny gasps for air.
he hummed, a little lovesick grin at how beautiful wrecked you looked under him. “i love you too, doll” as he leaned down and kissed your lips so sweetly compared at how he abused your little cunt just minutes ago.
you melted against him, kissing him softly until his arms were on either side of your head so he doesn’t put all of his weight on you. when he pulled away, he tapped the side of your thigh gently. “c’mon baby, i’ll clean you up. forget about cooking, i’m gonna take you and megs out for dinner,”
yeah, he liked you all pouty and grumbling but he liked more how bright your smile was when the words registered in your ears.
summary. one late friday afternoon lack of judgement had choso sliding into your dms with the most clumsy, pathetic and unexpectedly cute message and somehow, it did not only caught your interest—it led him straight to your bed.
he’s terrified of fumbling the girl of his dreams, but you’re more than happy to take the lead
OR virgin!choso unintentionally slides into your dms in the most pathetic way…and it works.
content. mdni, +18, fem! reader, fluff??, eventual smút, college au, virgín!choso, soft!dom reader, first times (choso), obsessive pining, choso can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are, heavy péttíng, drý húmpíng, hándjb, práise, teasing, slight degradatión (reader is a meanie but choso loves it), unriquited crush?, choso cries, thígh rídíng.
word count. 2.6k 7.7k.
a/n. based on this image !! this started as a 2k short fic, oops. also !! tysm for 400 followers already !! y'all are so sexy <33 i also proofread this as much as i could with too many amstel ultra on me, so sorry for the mistakes!
bonus | part 2
it all started with a photo.
a photo of you, one of the few you post on your stories from time to time.
choso had your instagram notifications on so he could be one of the first people— if not the very first within seconds— to see what you posted. the moment his finger tapped on the notification your story appeared on his phone screen, and what he saw knocked the air out of his lungs.
your face wasn’t fully clear, the effect of the photo made it seem it that the photo taken with an old camera from a downward angle —low lightining, grainy filter— making you look like a dream he didn’t want to wake from. your head was slightly tilted, hair framing your gorgeous face, glossy lips parted just enough for your tongue to peek out. enough to make him throb in his pants, aching with need.
he found himself tracing the line of your jaw, the soft glow on your cheek with his eyes, imagining what that warmth would feel like against his own skin.
god, you were out of this world. so effortlessly beautiful he felt like he didn’t deserve to exist in the same earthly plane.
he still remembers the first time he ever saw you— exactly one year, seven months, two weeks and three days ago.
but who is counting, right?
it was his very first day as a freshman in college. he was already nervous because of the makeover his uncle, sukuna, and his younger brother, yuuji, had talked him into—a fresh start, they’d said— a way to leave behind his awkward teenage self.
he'd grown his hair long enough to style it in a man bun or two spiky high tufts, started wwearing a bit of eyeliner because yuuji insisted it would look cool on him and added to the mix a side labret piercing on the right side of his lips—a small double silver hoop— along with a vertical piercing on his left eyebrow, courtesy of sukuna.
his style remained the same; oversized t-shirts, graphic tees, wide leg jeans, baggy cargo pants, silver chains— he just added the facial details that, according to yuuji, would gave him a “complete” look.
even so, all of that went down the drain because on his first day of college, he went straight to the back row of the lecture hall, feeling completely left out while many of his peers greeted each other, groups of friends reunited, and others mingled easily, unlike him.
then— you entered.
choso felt his heart stutter in his chest, his grip on his phone —where he was texting yuuji— loosening enough that it slipped and landed on the desk.
you were breathtaking, your voice soft and saccharine as you greeted everyone, making your way to the back row.
for a moment, your eyes met his.
and you smiled— the prettiest smile he has ever seen.
“good morning,” you murmured, heading straight to the seat at the far end of his row, where you were greeted by two squealing girls that hugged you excitedly.
he forgot how to breathe.
he was bewitched. utterly charmed by you.
and he did nothing. just stared at you long enough until his phone vibrated on his desk with yuuji spamming why was choso leaving him on read.
he was gone from that moment.
now, nearly two years later, he was still orbiting you like a silent moon. he wasn't a "popular" guy; he had a small circle—some of his closest high school friends, just as awkward as he was—and he was content with that.
except for the fact that you remained just out of reach.
really, what could he do? He could barely respond to your greetings for the past months, because, of course, fate both loved and hated him at the same time; once again, you both shared another class during his sophomore year.
choso knew he would mess everything up if you ever gave him the time of the day outside your polite greetings. he just knows.
you are so bright, thoughtful, witty and funny—and he is…well, him.
he would absolutely fumble you. the thought alone made choso groan.
his virgin, awkward, loner self wouldn’t know what to do around you, making you uncomfortable or probably laugh in his face at how downright hopeless he is. choso would rather be six feet under than disappoint you and watch you walk away.
his fingers moved before he could even process what he was doing, putting his thoughts into simple, pathetic words that were sent straight to your dms.
if a girl like u gave me a chance i wouldn't even take it bc if i fumbled i would kill myself
by the time he snapped out of his post-you daze, it was too late.
he had already sent the message.
choso let out a strangled noise, his phone falling onto his lap as he pulled at his hair in despair.
“oh, shit, what did i do?” he exhaled shakily, his heart pounding like a wild horse against his ribcage, feeling physically ill.
no, no, no, this couldn't be happening to him. he'd been so dazed by your beauty that he sent you his most sincere thoughts.
"okay," he murmured, voice trembling with anxiety as he reached for his phone. "is not too late to delete it."
yeah, that would work. maybe you just posted the story and moved on to something else, right? he can totally erase his mistake.
then— ping.
he jolted, heart almost stopping entirely at the sound coming from his phone. oh, no.
his phone buzzed with a new notification. then another. and another.
with shaky hands and a hard swallow, he unlocked his phone— and for the second time in the span of five minutes, the air was knocked out of his lungs.
you followed him.
you. beautiful, lovely you, who only followed exactly 1,744 accounts before him, compared to your 3,578 followers. it felt like reaching a peak.
he quickly took a screenshot of the notification, his heart leaping in his chest as he saw your following count at 1,745, after exactly three months since you last followed a makeup brand account.
and you were his follow number 145.
fate, he liked to think.
he quickly came down from his high when he saw the next notifications, tapping rapidly on his dms.
"holy shit" he breathed, on the edge of passing out from the sudden dizziness that hit him.
you hearted his message. a fucking heart.
and not only that. you actually replied:
haha, that’s cute. i don’t want you to kys, though
i'll make sure you don't fumble <3
he doesn't fully remember how he ended up here, only snippets of him replying to you, and you answering back and forth until you invited him over— something about needing help with the last assignment for the class you both shared.
he had never jumped out of bed so quickly, thanking the gods he had decided to shower early.
he clenched and unclenched his fingers, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans and taking one long, deep breath before raising his hand and knocking on your dorm door.
he heard some soft shuffling, then light, padded steps growing closer by the second until the door swung open. his heart skipped—once, twice—before slamming back into place.
there you were, wearing the exact same makeup and clothes from the photo you'd posted barely an hour ago.
stunning, was the only thing that came into choso’s mind the moment his eyes took you in.
"hi," you greeted warmly, leaning against the doorframe and choso tool the opportunity to see you properly.
you wore a cute lace cami top paired with matching sweatpants that hung low on your hips, revealing a sliver of your soft lower belly.
choso almost choked on his own saliva the moment his eyes trailed over your body before quickly returning to your face, praying you hadn’t notice how mesmerized he was by you and the fact he could almost see your belly button.
"...hi," he managed to pronounce, voice a dry rasp, suddenly feeling as if his mouth were full of sand.
he cleared his throat awkwardly, swallowing thickly before holding up a worn-out black notebook, the cover displaying some band and videogame stickers. he prayed that you didn't notice how tightly he was gripping it. "um—..these are my notes for the assignment."
amusement danced in your eyes at his stuttering, but he didn't notice it; he was too busy staring at a small brown spot on the doorframe, trying to find a distraction to stop him from embarrassing further in front of you.
"riiiigt, the assignment," you drawled, nodding at his words. "come in," you stepped back, gesturing for him to enter with a slight tilt of your head.
"excuse me," he murmured, eyes downcast as he brushed past you.
you could feel the nervousness radiating from him, making your stomach flip with a sudden heat settling in your lower stomach. knowing he was like this because of you made something dark and warm stir deep inside you.
you shut the door with a soft click and turned to see him standing stiffly in the center of your dorm, looking everywhere and at everything at once, his eyes darting around the room but never lingering for long.
choso couldn't believe it. he was actually here. in your room. with you.
he wanted so bad to just stand there and take in everything around, but he didn't want to come as a creep, but god, it was impossible when the room was filled with you; he could immediately tell which side was yours—it was unmistakably you.
his fingers quivered before he pointed blindly at what he assumed was your desk. "here?"
"oh, my desk is kind of...stuffed," you pointed out, gesturing at the makeup and brushes scattered across it, along with and ipad paused on an episode of law & order: svu. "i was supposed to go out with my roommate, but i didn't feel like it, so i stayed in."
"uh, okay. cool. i mean— cool that you didn't force yourself, to, erm, go have fun?" choso mentally cringed, wincing at his painful awkwardness.
you giggled, and choso’s eyes finally returned to you, as if the sound of your laugh called to him.
warmth spread through his chest at the realization that you weren't mocking him—you found his clumsiness endearing, judging by the fond way you smiled at him. he couldn't help but give you a tiny, bashful smile in return.
"let's sit here, it's more comfortable," you said simply, walking over to the bed on the left side of the dorm.
his guess about which side was yours was right.
"your bed?!" he blurted out, eyes wide as he looked at the bed, then at you.
you were already seated on it with your legs crossed like it was no big deal, while choso was having trouble conceiving the fact that you offered your bed so casually.
"i—how, how could i?"
"just sit, choso," you commanded gently, patting the space next to you, unaware of how you had just sent his brain into short-circuit.
you said his name so casually. so easily. it sounded so right, he wondered for a moment how it would sound if you moaned it—
"okay," he was already moving, his mind a little dazed as your voice saying his name replayed on a loop inside his head.
just like when he’d sent that message, he didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. he snapped out of it, already seated on the very edge of the mattress.
he immediately sat upright, spine so straight and rigid it looked uncomfortable. he clung to his notebook like a lifeline as his dark messenger bag slid off his shoulder onto the floor.
hummin, you shifted on the bed until you positioned yourself beside him, shoulder and knee colliding with his from how close you were now.
you smelled like something that made choso’s head spin, heat suddenly spreading through his body, blood flow going straight to his groin just from the simple brush of your bare shoulder against his covered one, feeling your warmth through his clothes.
he needed to do something about that before you could notice and possibly call him a pervert, and ended up calling campus police on him.
"the assignment! yes, that—,"
he shifted in place, head snapping to his notebook, opening it hurriedly, trembling fingers fidgeting with the pages until your hand came into view, setting atop of his visibly shaky one. he squeaked, a very noticeable shudder taking over his whole body.
your hand felt so warm and soft compared to his clammy, rough one. his eyes were glued to the way your thumb ever so slightly brushed the back of his hand.
he was most likely going into cardiac arrest.
"relax, choso." with a calm, steady murmur, you bumped your shoulder against his to make him look at you.
your gaze was warm and gentle, but it held a hint of something more— a kind of intensity that made choso’s breath hitch in his throat as your eyes slowly trailed down to his lips before looking back at him wwtih a smile on your plump, glossy lips.
"you okay?"
choso nodded his head so fast it got him light headed. "y-yeah, just, it's, ahm—you are... too close," he stammered, suddenly feeling too hot, eyes dancing across the room to look at anything but you.
he silently thanked god for the notebook resting on his lap, already certain that an erection was pressing insistently against the zipper of his jeans.
your thighs pressed together, heat pooling low in your belly.
kamo choso looked so cute, all nervous and fidgety, trying so hard not to look at you.
your eyes, despite his efforts, noticed anyway on the way he adjusted himself on your bed, the hand no covered by yours moving the notebook a little further over his groin, as if that might somehow save him.
it didn't.
the corner of your lips lifted in a slow, knowing smirk.
"are you nervous, choso?"
your question made him snap his head towards you with such force he nearly gave himself whiplash.
you pressed your lips together for a moment, trying to stop your smile widen, tilting your head to the side in an innocent gesture. "is it because of your reply to my story?"
choso felt his heart sink into his stomach, all the color draining from his face as a chill ran down his spine.
"i'm so sorry about that, it was just—i wasn't thinking—it's just you—,"
he was rambling, words tripping over each other, the beat of his heart echoing in his ears until he felt a squeeze on his hand, making him exhale deeply before finishing with a final dig on his rant.
"you looked so...breathtaking, my brain malfunctioned,"
he sounded so sincere, the words escaping his lips like a fact rather than some half-assed compliment, his eyes holding an honest and earnest glint that had your chest feeling tight. to him, the fact that you were so—well, you,— was something he stated like an unchangeable truth.
you were simply you—a force of nature that pulled him towards, gravity itself had already decided that; you were the sun, and he the moon, destined to orbit.
your cheeks suddenly felt warm, something unexpectedly tender stirring in your chest. you'd heard things like that from other people but the way choso, the loner boy in your lit class whom you had caught looking at you more than once over the months, made your heart flutter and your core throb with need.
"thank you," you said softly, "that's so kind of you to say,"
"it's nothing, really—just...saying the truth," he replied weakly, voice a little awkward at the edges.
your hand went up from his hand to his wrist, and you felt his pulse quicken beneath your fingers. you gave him your most dazzling smile, and choso was sure enough that if he hadn’t pinched his thigh, he would have come just from seeing you smile at him so closely.
"you know," you mutter, "it was cute what you said, it got me wanting to know what you’d do if i actually gave you a chance."
choso’s breath hitched, a soft, wounded sound leaving his throat. "i—i wouldn't know where to start," he confessed, raw and thruthful, making him look so vulnerable.
you slid closer, practically pressing against his side and that got him looking at you now. really looking. his dark eyes tracing the line of your jaw and landing on the silver strap of your cami which had slipped just a fraction of an inch down your shoulder, making his adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
just an hour ago, he was wondering what it would feel like to feel your warmth. and now?
now, you were close—so close he could feel the heat of your soft body into his. choso was feeling his body temperature rise so much that he began to wonder if he was running a fever, given how woozy he was feeling.
"is that so?" you murmured, leaning in and tilting your head, hair brushing against his cheek. "want me to help you with that?"
the scent of you—something sweet, like vanilla. he could finally pinpoint it now that he had you so close he was inhaling it with each ragged breath he took— clouded his senses completely.
"h‐how?" he looked like a deer in headlights, big eyes hazy and droopy, like he was in a trance, and that only fueled the quiet ache blooming between your legs.
you didn't answer.
instead, you reached out with your free hand, fingers ghosting over the silver hoops in his lip before tracing the vertical piercing on his eyebrow. he trembled under your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into your palm like a starving man, the feeling of anticipation building until it was almost unbearable.
your eyes trailed up his face, memorizing every reaction you pulled from him—how easily he melted, how helplessly he leaned into you.
you’d seen choso before. not just during the moments you exchanged polite greetings, or when you sat close enough in class to be aware of each other’s presence.
you noticed him in subtler ways—a glance when you turned to unpack your things for class, friendly nod shared in the hallways, how your eyes always seemed to find him across campus as you moved between buildings.
so when his message popped up on your screen, it caught you off guard. it made you blink in surprise—then smile.
it was clumsy and dramatic and a little ridiculous, but there was something endearing about how honest it was. you couldn’t help the fondness that crept in, warm and sudden.
before you stopped to overthink it, you were already typing back—wondering what he’d be like when he wasn’t just the quiet boy from your lit class.
there was something about him that made you curious. and despite his awkwardness, you couldn’t deny it—he was handsome. very much so.
you found yourself wanting more than quick glances and polite pleasantries, intrigued by who he might be when given the actual chance.
"you’re so pretty, choso," you mumbled gently, hand falling from his face to rest on your lap. "has anyone ever told you that?"
oh, god. was this a dream? it has to be, right?
you are calling him pretty. him—all big, bored eyes, man bun hair, pierced face and black painted nails. pretty. to you, nonetheless.
"no," he choked, his hands finally moving from the notebook to grip the edge of your mattress so hard the wood creaked. "never."
you let out a soft hum, your breath fanning over his nose and lips. "that's a shame."
he had to pinch himself again to stop him from letting out a pitiful noise.
you inched closer, nose brushing his and you felt the moment choso stopped breathing for a moment. you batted your lashes, glossy lips parting as you spoke again.
"tell me, choso, if i give you a chance now, would you take it? or would you fumble?"
his eyes searched yours, his pupils blown so wide they nearly swallowed his irises. the air between you was electric, thick with the tension of your question.
choso was spiraling internally, overwhelmed with the rush of emotions he was feeling.
this had to be some kind of prank, right? maybe you'd sent a screenshot of his embarrassing words to your friends, and you all collectively decided to toy with the worthless, downcast excuse of a guy from your lit class.
if not... why would you ever look at him?
his self-deprecating thoughts came to a sudden halt the moment he caught the look on your eyes.
your eyelids were hooded, eyes as dark as his. he almost passed out when he looked from his peripheral vision how you were pressing your thighs together, waiting for his answer. your doe eyed eyes looking into his with a blazing gaze.
you were being honest.
he wanted to give you the same, as embarrassing as it is.
"i—i will try my best," he rasped, his voice low and unsteady, something akin to eagerness settling heavy in his stomach.
"okay, then," you whispered, "can i kiss you?"
choso’s soul almost left his body.
"y-you? kiss me?" he stumbled on the words, heat creeping up his neck and face, eyes wide and blown from your question.
you, the girl of his dreams, is asking to kiss him?
this had a dream. it had to be. because why are you looking at him with hungry eyes? the heat of your gaze had him twitching in his pants, his cock already pressing painfully against denim.
and he whimpered.
a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, slipping out before he could stop it.
this is it, the moment he has been dreading the past year and a half.
he just let you see how stupid, socially awkward and inexperienced he is. you must have already figured out that he is a virgin, probably thinking what a loser he is, how could you ever think of inviting him over.
he opened his mouth, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, eyes glued to your hand around his wrist— waiting for you to pull away and kick him out, telling him to forget about you.
he just fumbled.
but you don’t pull away.
rather, your grip tightened on his wrist while your other hand went for his jaw, fingers firm as you tilted his face toward yours. he could barely meet your eyes, body filled with shame.
“i’m so so—”
“yes or no, choso?” you cut in lightly, inches away from his face.
your sweet, soft tone changed, being replaced for something more bold, demanding an answer.
his eyes locked onto yours. once again, you stole the breath from his lungs.
you were even more beautiful this close, breath breezing over his lips, beautiful eyes holding his expectantly.
you didnt even need to ask—for you, his answer would always be the same. no matter what you ask, he would always give you what you want. and now, what you wanted was him.
“yes,” he breathed, voice more like a plea than a confirmation. it was a declaration, a sweet surrender. “yes, please,”
he surrendered himself to you, how could he even deny you?
it didn't matter now if you decided to laugh, make fun of him, tell him it was all a joke, that he was dumb for even think that he stood a chance with you.
the fact that he was so close to you to feel your warmth on his skin was enough to withstand whatever you decided to do with him.
you let out a slow exhale against his lips, licking your own before finally, finally closing the gap between you two, both of your eyes slowly shutting close.
now, choso has kissed before, of course. he was a virgin but he wasn’t that clueless.
before you, he kissed a total of two girls.
his first kiss was back on his first year of high school, behind the gym, of with a girl from his friend group back then. Neither of them had ever kissed anyone before, and she'd suggested that they could try it so they wouldn't be the only ones being left out of the group. it was barely a kiss— more like peck that lasted a little more than five seconds.
the second was a girl one year his junior back in his senior year. she was friends with his younger brother and had a big crush on choso that he couldn't reciprocate because he just saw her as yuuji's friend. they kissed during a lame game of spin the bottle during a party. she practically jumped on him, mouths and teeth colliding, making him wince and pull away the moment she was gripping the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, choking him in the process.
maybe they hadn't been the best experiences but they were something, right?
oh, how wrong choso was. nothing could have ever prepare him for this.
the moment your lips pressed against his, his thoughts scattered completely.
it wasn’t just the kiss.
it was the warmth of you, the softness, the way everything else seemed to fade out. his senses overloaded all at once, head going light, chest tight, breath hitching as if his body didn’t quite know what to do with the feeling.
your lips began to move against his, craning your neck until he shifted instictively, facing you completely. your chest pressed against his, the grip on his jaw loosening until your hand moved to the back of his neck, dainty fingers splaying there, firm and guiding, urging him deeper into the kiss.
choso tried to reciprocate—to match your pace, trying to not let you see how lost he was— but his thoughts were a mess, the feeling of you being enough to make him lose his mind all over.
you could tell he was inexperienced. the way his lips moved against your was clumsy but eager and that just made you want more, a sudden surge of dominance taking over as you nipped at his lower lip— tongue gracing his piercing that felt cool against your warm muscle. the sensation pulled a needy hum from your throath that went straight to choso’s cock. he knew, in the very back of his mind, that he was already leaking.
you pecked his lips once, twice before slowing the kiss, trying to set a pace that he could follow.
smooch, smooch.
the silence of the room was filled with the sound of soft smooches sounded between you two, quiet and wet, lips brushing and pressing in unhurried little touches. each kiss landed with a faint smack, breath mingling as your mouths met again and again, slower every time.
muack, muaack.
choso hummed against your lips, a low, vibrating sound of pure submission as he finally let his hands leave the mattress to find your waist, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your sweatpants with a desperate, shaky strength that told you he was barely hanging on.
his heart was thudding against his ribs in a frantic rhythm that you could feel through your chest. every time your tongue ghosted over his bottom lip, he let out a sharp, hitching breath, his head spinning with the sheer reality of you.
you were here, you were warm, and you were kissing him.
“choso," you whispered against his lips, "open your mouth a little.”
you kissedd him again— deeper, more desperate— and he obeyed immediatly, soon being greeted with your tongue teasing his, coaxing it to play with yours and the moment he actually started to get a handle of what to do, meeting your tongue with a hesitant stroke of his, you moaned.
and it was the most beautiful sound he has heard you made after your laugh. choso reciprocated with a moan of his own. his moan was a broken, guttural sound that vibrated from deep within his chest, and traveled all the way down to your pussy, making you lightheaded, aching with the need of relief.
"like-like this?" he asked breathlessly, eyes still shut as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"yeah," you exhaled, soft-spoken and needy, just as breathless as he was. "like that."
your other hand joined the one on his neck, fingers tangling on his luscious lock and tugging at it slightly without breaking the kiss.
choso moaned at the sensation, melting at your touch. he’d never been more grateful for his long hair than now, you seemed so pleased, threading your fingers through it, tugging gently as your nails scratched at his scalp and your other hand pressed at the back of his neck.
you both only stopped for a moment to breathe before going again, choso’s lips chasing after yours every time you pulled away even an inch, wanting more of you.
he was completely gone, mind and body completely lost on you, on your lips, on the feel of your smooth skin beneath his fingertips as his grip tightened on your hips.
“more, please,” he pleaded every time he could speak, face flushed, eyes glassy, unfocused.
you knew you were the same by the way your heart was beating like a drum against your ribcage.
and you gave him more.
kissing, sucking, nipping— you two were desperate for each other, strings of saliva connecting the both of you, the coolness of his piercing pressing against your lips never failing to send a shiver down your spine.
with each passing second, choso grew more confident as you pressed your lips against his, letting you guide him, and even going as far as to tease your lower lip with this tongue, tentative at first and then bolder, making you whimper and press yourself more against him, the feeling of your covered breasts grazing his chest making him groan against your lips.
he lost it after that, his kisses going deeper, growing bolder until he was doing a really decent job that had you moaning more and more.
he was intoxicated, knowing that he was the one making you the sounds that were like music to his ears, feeling how your hands were tracking down his chest, down, down, down…until they landed on the button of his jeans.
that snapped it out fast of his cloud of lust and you.
his hand shot up to stop yours, fingers closing around your wrist as he pulled away, shooting you a dejected look. the confidence he’d just found vanished like smoke, his words tripping over themselves as he started to stutter again.
“i-i’m...” he trailed off, ears burning in a furious shade of crimson.
you leaned back just a little bit to look into his eyes, an understanding look in yours. choso swore you were glowing with your glossy lips smeared and swollen, breath uneven, cheeks tinted a cute shade of pink from kissing him.
you are perfect.
“it’s okay," you reassure him gently, "we can stop here. don’t worry, i understand,” you voice slipped back into that sweet, velvety tone that made choso feel like he was the only thing you could see.
he doesn't want to let his inexperience stop him. not now. not after tasting you— your lips, your body against his, your lovely sounds.
“i want to. more. i want more…with you,” he confessed, voice a quiet murmur, an insecure edge on his words as he looked at you expectantly.
you looked at him for what he felt like an eternity, a set of different emotions flashing on your eyes before letting out a deep exhale, a reassuring smile on your lips.
your hand shifted, fingers brushing the button of his jeans before taking his hand in yours. “are you sure?”
choso nodded way too quickly, swallowing thickly. “yes, i am. please.”
that did it.
“okay,” you leaned to peck his lips softly, “take off your shoes and pants, and lie down on the bed,”
he didn't need to be told twice.
he practically hopped from the edge of the bed, kicking his converse off and making a quick, clumsy work of the button of his jeans before crawling to lay on his back against the headboard of your bed, heart pounding, eyes never leaving you.
he watched you get up from the bed, fingers hooking on the waist band of your sweatpants before you slid them down your legs, revealing your lace panties with a cute ribbon centered at the front, but his eyes were glued on the wet spot at the middle.
his breath hitched, a harsh, jagged sound in the quiet room as he stared at the damp silk clinging to you. the sight of your arousal, the fact that he was seeing visual proof that you wanted him the same way he wanted you right now had him spasming, balls tightening, begging for release.
"you are staring,” you murmured, voice dropping into a dulcet, velvety mewl as you crawled back onto the bed. "you like what you see?"
"it’s... you're..." he couldn't even find the words. his hands clenched the duvet so hard his knuckles turned white. he was a trembling, hot mess, his thick length straining against his dark briefs, the fabric already darkened at the tip where he was oozing with anticipation.
you didn't answer with words, just bite your lower lip in eagerness, a rush of euphoria washing over you as you moved with fluid grace, looming over his erection just shy of touch, teasing him. the sudden, direct contact of your damp lace against his thin underwear made choso let out a broken, guttural cry, his back arching off the mattress.
"oh, please, pleaseee," he whimpered your name, eyes rolling back as you sat on his toned thighs. he was quite ripped despite his appearance, you felt it when your hand roamed his chest and abs earlier.
you wanted to take off all of his clothes right now but you knew it would be too much for him.
you wanted to take your sweeeet time with him.
“i know, i know,” you cooed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his flushed cheek. “patience, okay?”
a weak nod was all choso could offer, lips parting to let out a shaky exhale— anticipation written all over his handsome face.
“good boy,” you offered him your most alluring, approving smile.
the sight of your smile and your praise went straight to choso’s cock, visible twitching at your words, making your smile widen as you lifted your hips.
you hovered over him for a moment before slowly sinking down your wet pussy against his briefs covered cock, the tip of his very hard length rubbing deliciously against your clit the moment you were fully seated.
hands pressed against choso's chest you fisted his shirt, letting out a moan as both of your underwear smeared with your slick and his seeping pre-cum, making a creamy mess already.
“oh my god,” you mewl, hips picking a pace that had your eyes closing shut the moment his mushroom head pressed on your bundle of nerves long enough to make you arch your back. “feels s’good,”
“fuck,” he whimpered, hand hovering near your hips, afraid that this was really all a dream, and the moment he touched you again, he would wake up alone with the hardest and most painful erection pressing against his pants.
“cho,” you called sweetly.
he whined pathetically, cock throbbing at the melodic tone you used to say his nickname, the one only his family used for him. he could come right then if let himself but he was doing his best to not let you see more of his pitiful, virgin self.
“touch me,” your hands guided his—one on your hip, the other cupping your breast through the lace of your cami, fingers brushing the delicate fabric of your bra before give it a hesitant squeeze, earning a whine from you.
choso couldn’t believe the sight in front of him.
you looked stunning, ethereal—lips parted with each soft moan that slipped out of you, head tipped back slightly, one thin strap slipping off your shoulder while on top of him as your hips rocked back and forth against his painful erection, making yourself feel good, setting a pace that made both of you moan and sigh together.
“you are so pretty,” he whispered, words fragile and reverent, his voice cracking slightly at the end as his thumb ghosted over the flushed skin of your breast that could be seen under your bra.
choso was on the verge of tears at the realization that you, the girl he has been pining for so long, has not only noticed him but is letting him touch you, feel you.
you giggle, squeezing his hand on your hip and your breast without losing your rhythm, “you are pretty too, cho,” your gaze fell on his face, his eyes glossy from pleasure and emotion, sending a rush of arousal straight to your core.
“‘m not,” he quickly denied, the adorable shade of red spreading on his cheeks and ears, “you-you are, you don’t know how—,”
he groaned when you shifted your hips, his leaking tip now pressing against your clothed entrance, making his grip on your hip and breast tighten.
“—ah, how much i dreamed about this,”
“mmm, is that so?” you purred with a mischievous smile, stopping your movements altogether, making choso whimper.
"why’d you stop?" he croaked, his voice thick with need, eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears. the sight made your achy pussy flutter at nothing.
"you dream about this, choso?" you leaned down, ignoring his question, lips hovering just an inch from his. "how many times, hmm? every night? every time i posted a photo and you sat there in your dorm, staring at your screen like a pathetic, needy puppy?"
his face burned crimson at your harsh words. he tried to look away, to avoid your questioning gaze, but your hand cupped his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes. "i…i just think you're so beautiful," he managed, voice trembling.
"i saw the way you liked my stories within seconds," you continued, voice dropping into something low and taunting. "you’ve the notifications on for my account, don't you? you’re obsessed."
"liar," you cut him off. "tell me the truth, cho." your thumb brushed along his jaw. "did you look at that photo i posted today, sent that pathetic little message, and thought about this?"
your gaze burned into his and choso let out a shaky breath, knowing that it didn’t matter to deny it if you already knew. "yes," he whispered, the word barely audible.
"and?" you ran a hand down his clothed chest, stopping right at the waistband of his briefs, feeling the slight twitch of his hips. "do you touch yourself to me, to my pictures? do you jerk this virgin, clumsy cock of yours thinking about my face?"
choso looked like he wanted to throw you off his lap and make a run for his life, but the way his cock jumped against your thigh at how mean you were to him told a different story.
"i... i had to," he confessed, voice quivering as tears spilled down his reddened cheeks. "i couldn't help it. you’re so beautiful, i-i couldn't stop thinking about you."
"pathetic," you whispered, though your hands were anything but cruel. you reached into his briefs, fingers finally making contact with his leaking, burning tip. he let out a loud, pitiful sob of relief at the touch. "you’re so worked up over a photo that you are shaking just because i’m simply touching you."
his breath stuttered. “i-i’ve never…”
you tilted your head, watching him unravel, the corners of your mouth twtiching with a knowing smile. "you’ve never had anyone do this for you either, have you?"
"n-no," he gasped, back arching as your fingers pressed ever so slightly against his mushroom shaped head.
"then i guess i’ll have to make your dreams come true," you said, voice softening into a honeyed, predatory purr.
you shifted, pulling his underwear down just enough to free him. he was large and thick—much more than you expected—and he was completely coated in pre-cum, as were his briefs and your panties, his tip glistening under your bedroom lights.
your fingers ghosted over his pulsing length, the sheer heat radiating from him making your skin tingle before you even made contact. a ragged whimper broke from his throat at the taunt, his hips instinctively hitching upward to meet your hand.
“look at this, so big and pretty," you mused, licking your lips as your aching cunt pressed against his thigh.
your was slick spreading with how wet you were, more arousal leaking from your cute little pussy and soaking your panties at the feeling of dominance you had over this sweet boy.
"please," he moaned, eyes closing shut, making more tears spill. "please, touch me"
you hummed, hand finally wrapping—barely—around him, starting with a slow, firm stroke, admiring the way more pre-cum wept from his pretty cock. choso’s entire body jerked forward. he looked completely overwhelmed, his hands flying to your hips again, clutching so hard his knuckles were white.
"slow down, cho. we have all night," you murmured, increasing the pace just a little, matching it to the way your pussy was grinding against his thigh, hips twitching when your clit grazed deliciously at the friction of your panties sticking to his leg. you used your other hand to play with his tip, smearing his own slickness over the sensitive area. "do you like that? do you like having my hand around it instead of yours?"
he liked it. he loved it. every second of it.
it was something he had only ever imagined during lonely nights in his dorm room—his own hand replaced by yours every time he dragged his fist down his length, his other hand clutching his phone with your photo glowing on the screen.
he had always wondered what it would feel like. your hands were as lovely as the rest of you—soft-looking, graceful, always moving when you talked about something that excited you. to him, it was never going to happen.
and now—
now your delicate fingers were wrapped around him, giving him the most lewd drag along his thick length, working him up and down in a steady tempo that had him teetering on the edge of losing himself completely, fighting with everything he had not to come.
"’s—s’too much," he choked out, his eyes rolling back, biting his lower lip to not let out a cry. "it feels too good. i’m going to... i’m going to mess up. i’ll make a mess."
"then make a mess for me," you simply said in a sultry, soothing tone as your grip tightened.
"i want you—i want you so bad—please, please."
you moaned when your clit ground just right against his corded thigh, a shudder rolling through you as you began to jerk him with a steady, ruthless rhythm, the quiet fap fap fap filling your ears, giving you a sense of satisfaction at how he responded to you, watching the way the muscles in his abdomen tightened, his body unraveling beneath you, reduced to a sobbing, needy mess.
“good boys don’t hold back,” you encourage. “show me how much you wanted this while you were staring at my pictures.”
he was losing it. every time your thumb swiped over the slit of his cock, he let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. you leaned down, whispering "good boy" and "you look so cute like this" into his ear, making him twitch and cry desperately beneath you.
your hand went from his mushroom shaped head to cup his balls and choso’s hips jerked forward with a a sharp cry. more tears trickle down as his eyes shut close at the sudden consuming pleasure that shot him, his whole body vibrating with the upcoming release.
“pleasepleaseplease—i’m so close, please,” he sobbed, head pressed against your silky pillows.
“yeah? come for me then, cho.” you cooed, a sultry, wicked tone in your voice that had choso’s heart leaping in his chest. “let go, baby.”
with one final, heavy squeeze on his balls and a few more relentless strokes, choso’s body went rigid. he cried out your name in a desperate, guttural plea as he came— hot, thick ropes of endless white spilling all over your hand and his stomach. there was so much; you stared at the way it just kept sputtering with literal hearts in your eyes at the incredible sight, which sent a final, sharp jolt of heat straight to your core, thighs twitching.
you pressed your weight down, pinning his corded thigh firmly between your legs. your lace panties were long past soaked, completely ruined, and you ground your clit against the hard muscle of his thigh with a few frantic, heavy rolls of your hips. the friction was perfect, sending you over the edge just seconds after him.
you jerked forward, a violent, toe-curling orgasm forcing your eyes shut, the most sinful moan of choso’s name spilling from your lips. he watched with tear-streaked eyes, awe written all over his face.
you both stayed there for a long time, chests heaving, eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic daze. you reached out first, wiping a stray tear from his cheek with your clean hand.
"you did so well, cho." you flashed him a dopey, cute little smile that made his heart flutter, leaning up to kiss his cheek before bringing up your cum-covered hand to your mouth and licking it just inches away from his lips, smearing a little on choso’s lips.
choso let out a broken whimper, his heart thudding loudly against his chest and ribs. he looked at you with a terrifying amount of devotion, like he’d just found something sacred, and it was you.
always you.
"see?” you mumbled, voice soft and low, kissing the corner of his mouth, grazing his piercing. “i told you i wouldn't let you fumble."
….okay, maybe his future offspring weren’t at fault that the white haired bastard would share blood ties with them.
anyway, fuck him and his little respect for bro code.
he knows sukuna fucked you first, hell, all the frat house listened to you practically screaming his name for the past six months.
so, knowing that, why is gojo fucking satoru whispering in your ear and why are you giggling at whatever bullshit he is saying to you?
yeah, you two had only been fuck-buddies until you accidentally told him you were falling in love with him at a party two weeks ago. he’d been avoiding you like the plague ever since, until you ultimately stopped texting him altogether.
but that didn't mean you could just move on to one of his frat brothers and closest friends, right? right?
“wipe that scowl off your face, you are scaring the people,” a voice piped up beside him
sukuna rolled his eyes when he saw that it was ieiri shoko, a smirk on her face as she took a sip from her solo cup, amusement dancing in her eyes
“what do you want, woman? don’t you have to be taking care of your little friend?” he practically grumbled, eyes finding you yet again and he almost growled when he saw that fucking geto suguru was now with you and satoru and you practically jumped on him to hug him.
shoko scoffed, rolling her eyes when she followed sukuna’s line of sight. “she seems pretty fine to me, you? not so much”
“the fuck you are talking about? m’fine”
shoko snorted, “yeah, totally. you are sulking over her talking to satoru and suguru,”
sukuna’s head snapped towards shoko, “that wasn’t talking. those two had their hands all over her,”
“busted,”
“damn it,” sukuna cursed under his breath, “just…whatever,”
shoko sighed, shaking her head. “you are an idiot. go talk to her,”
“i can’t”
“why not?”
“because…” sukuna’s shoulders dropped and his eyes found you again, seeing you smiling and giggling as satoru and suguru bickered made his heart physically ache “i…ghosted her, ignored her. i was a dick to her,”
“well, at least you know what you did wrong. you were a dick,” shoko agreed, taking another sip of her drink, “do you like her?”
he just sighed, resigned. “yeah…i like her. a fuck ton. she just scared the shit out of me when she confessed,” sukuna ran a hand through his salmon colored locks, “i have never been a relationship person and she is the only person i don’t want to hurt with my shit”
shoko hummed, taking a moment before responding, “well, you already hurt her and despite that, she still likes you, though i don’t know what she sees in you, really,”
sukuna snorted, “bitch,”
“jackass,”
“so, what? should i go and talk to her after two weeks of radio silence?” the pink haired boy looked at the girl beside him, visibly lost at what to do
“just do anything, sukuna, really, i didn’t know you were that much of an idiot when it came to relationships. prayers to my dear friend,” shoko mused, voice dripping with mock pity
“you are a real delight,” sukuna mumbled and shoko only smirked before giving him a hard shove in your direction, “hey! what’s that for?”
“just fucking go, sukuna!”
“okay. damn,” sukuna shook his head and inhaled and exhaled deeply before making his way towards you at the same time satoru and suguru stepped away the moment they saw their pink haired friend going their way.
your eyes finally locked with sukuna’s the moment he stepped in front of you and sukuna almost turn around, deciding that this was too much but his heart acted before his brain.
“…hey,” he simply said, mentally beating himself up
you arched a brow at him, eyes a little confused at him sudden sheepishly act. “hi,”
“i’m sorry,” he blurted out before he could think of anything else
that took you by surprise. “for what?”
“everything,” sukuna started, words already spilling from his mouth, “ignoring you, not replying to your texts, and…for mentally cursing my friends for being too close to you,”
you looked at him and blinked. once. twice. thrice. “…and why is that?”
“because i have never been in a relationship and you confessing only made me confront my own feelings for you,” he took another step towards you, “i’m just…doing anything”
“you were a dick”
“yeah,”
“you ignored me”
sukuna winced. “yeah,”
“you like me?”
“yeah,”
“more than just sex?” your voice was small, hopeful and damn it if sukuna didn’t feel his heart fucking flutter
sukuna finally let a smile slip on his lips, “things started to be more than just sex the moment i started to kiss your forehead after fucking you into next week,”
you giggled, eyes glossy, “you are an idiot,”
“i know,”
“i still like you despite you being an idiot,”
sukuna smile only widened, “well, fuck, lucky me because i like you a lot,” his hand found yours, hesitantly taking your hand in his, “so, will you go out with this idiot?”
you pulled him towards you, your other cupping his jaw, “just kiss me,”
“okay, whatever my girl asks,” he said against your lips before finally kissing you.
gn!reader. fluff, humor, slice of life, college AU.
the first time you almost cried over him was because he lent you a highlighter.
not in a dramatic way, not even in a flirting way. he was just being thoughtful.
izuku noticed you didn’t have one during lecture, quietly sliding his across your desk as he whispered, “you can keep it if you want! I bought a pack of twelve so i have backups in case someone needs one.”
you stared at the neon yellow stick like it was a diamond ring.
because it was warm. a warmth that came from the hand that had given it to you.
and now it was in yours.
it had been three months since izuku sat beside you on the very first day of class. you were both in junior year, sharing the same elective. after realizing you had a few mutual friends, the two of you decided to become desk buddies.
two months had passed since you realized you liked him.
and it had been almost a month since you came to terms with the fact that you were absolutely in love with midoriya izuku.
how could you not be when he was like this? so nice, so smart so…him. with his broad smile, gentle words, and bright green hair.
five minutes later, you excused yourself to the bathroom just to breathe into your hands and whisper, “get it together.”
you, in fact, didn’t get it together.
another month had passed and you still hadn’t confessed to izuku.
you’re sitting in the back of the library, absentmindedly taking notes for the exam of one of your major classes, but actually, you’re just watching the sunlight hit the back of izuku’s green curls as he studied a few tables ahead of you with his friend iida.
your friend nudges you. "you're doing the thing again."
"what thing?" you whisper, eyes still on izuku’s back, biting your lip when you see the way he spins his pencil on his hand.
"the thing where you look like you’re about to mourn a victorian orphan. you're literally tearing up."
"he just...he looks so cute, i can’t.”
your friend just sighs. “it’s insane that you aren’t together yet.”
you flush at her words, because you know what she meant by that.
izuku and you are practically attached at the hip by now.
study dates. late night ramen runs. him walking you back to your dorm every single time “just in case.” texting you good morning at 7:02 a.m. every day without fail.
and yet, nothing. neither of you has attempted something but your friends swear he likes you too.
“he just sees me as a friend.” you tear your eyes from deku, pouting a little as you look at the flashcard scattered around your study table.
what you didn’t see—but your friend absolutely did—, was how izuku watched over his shoulder every now and then to take a look at you, “the tips of his ears turning red every time he catches a glimpse of you.
“idiots.” she mumbled under her breath.
this was it. today was the day. after almost five months, you couldn’t take it anymore.
you were going to confess to izuku.
so tonight, after way too much internal screaming and a pep talk from your best friend, you march to his dorm room for yet another late night of ramen and movies.
you knock. he opens the door in sweatpants and a faded band tee and you forget how to speak.
“hi! come in.” he gives you a wide grin that has you clenching your chest dramatically and izuku looks at you worriedly, hands frantic as he positions them on your shoulders, the touch burning through your clothes. “are you okay? do you feel pain? wanna go to the hospital?”
“SO,” you blurt out before you can chicken out, making the green haired guy startle. “we need to talk.”
izuku swallows hard, and you can feel his hand tremble slightly on your shoulders.
you walk past him, feeling your heart beating against your ribcage as you sit on the edge of his bed.
“i had a lot of things to say but i forgot all about it the moment i saw your face.” you mumbled quietly as he took a sit beside you, looking at you with attentive and curious eyes.
“is everything okay? did i do something wrong?”
“no,” quickly to deny, you shake your hands in front of him and sighed. “so... really long story short... i like you.”
after a beat when he just looks at your face, you add, hesitant: “maybe?”
izuku freezes. his face goes through three different shades of red and you can see the wheels on his head working at full speed before he abruptly stands up, his finger digging into his chest as he looks at you with wide eyes.
“you—” he chokes. “you like me?”
the tone of his voice has you wincing. “why? is it weird?”
“no, it’s not weird! i do it too. liking me.” whe he registers his words, he frantically moved his hands, shaking his head. “no, i mean liking you! i have a notebook on your best qualities, but not in a creepy way! just in a—wow, i am making this worse.”
he covers his face, embarrassment radiating off him.
you stare at him, mouth hanging open. “you… what?”
“I LIKE YOU,” he squeaks from behind his hands. “i just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable! and you’re so amazing and smart and i didn’t want to risk losing what we have because you deserve someone better than me and—”
you step forward and grab his shirt, making him stop rambling mid-breath. your eyes are already glossy as you speak, looking into his beautiful eyes that has you daydreaming every time you look at them..
“i can’t love anyone else, please understand me,” you say, voice trembling in the most embarrassingly sincere way possible. “i’ve only ever loved you and i’ll only ever love you.”
his hands fall to his side as he stares at you like you just handed him the universe.
“you— you’ve loved me?”
you nod once, tears threatening in your eyes—of course they are. you are that down bad.
izuku panics for exactly half a second before gently grabbing your wrists.
“hey, hey, don’t cry! this is a good thing! i think this is good? this is good, right? because i— i feel the same. i can’t even imagine anyone else”
you blink. “really?”
“it's a medical condition at this point.”
you laugh—a teary, breathless mess of a laugh. and that’s when he does it, very carefully. and softly, pulling you into his chest.
he’s shaking.
“you don’t have to only love me forever,” he murmurs into your hair. “that’s a lot of pressure. but i really, really hope i get to love you for a long time.”
you cling to him like he might evaporate, body relaxing against his in relief. his arms wrap around you in the same way.
“i was prepared to throw up,” you admit into his shirt.
“i almost fainted.”
you pull back just enough to look at him. “so… we’re dating?”
his smile is so bright it’s stupid.
“yeah,” he mumbles softly. “we are.”
you sniffle, nuzzling against his hands when they cup your face.
he wipes under your eyes with his thumbs, gentle like you’re something precious.
“please don’t cry every time i hold your hand,” he pleads, half worried.
“i make no promises.”
a laugh spills from his lips as he leans his forehead against yours, grinning like the luckiest guy alive.
“can i kiss you?”
you nod so fast you almost headbutt him. and when he kisses you—soft, nervous, warm—you absolutely start tearing up again.
he sighs fondly against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours.
“okay,” he whispers, wiping your smudged mascara off the corner of your eye. “we’re buying waterproof mascara.”
this is my first request for my 1k event (that is still open btw) !! thank you so much for the anon who requested, i hope you liked it! muah <3.
