on the other side

26, she/her

[poptherox]

Saw that your requests are open and your smaus never fail to make me snort lol

Imagine seeing them in public while you’re out with friends and you don’t acknowledge them 😭

They would immediately start blowing up your phone like wtf was that 👁️👄👁️

When you ignore seeing your JJK guy in public!

Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Yuuji, Megumi, Yuta, Choso, Toji, and Sukuna

Tags: silly, dramatic, some fluff sprinkled and others are crack—we got variety !

[chososprettygirl]

(DONT) TAKE ME BACK [PART 2]

EX!FRATKUNA X READER # A SMAU

summary basically just texts + instagram stories with your ex boyfriend!sukuna… who finally admits how much he wants you back

warnings nothing much really, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, highkey mischaracterization/ooc sukuna, sukuna’s like an actual asshole (but that’s what we love abt him, he grovels a lil (hot), prob typos

part one HERE

[chososprettygirl]

(DONT) TAKE ME BACK

EX!FRATKUNA X READER # A SMAU

summary basically just texts with your ex boyfriend!sukuna… who is desperately trying not to admit how much he wants you back

warnings nothing much really, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, highkey mischaracterization/ooc sukuna, sukuna’s like an actual asshole, prob typos

requested by my irl friend lol

part 2 HERE

[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : this is part three! view part one here.

masterlist

[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : this is part two! view part one here.

masterlist part three here!

[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : you were working on a group project with him plus four other people, till you two got assigned to finish the last part together.

masterlist part two here!

[aliienangel]

　　　໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎gσנσ ѕαтσяυ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⌗ ゛ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ mdni ‎‎　　 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ яєq　　　massages + dryhumping　 　⤷ ゛ ❕ ˎˊ˗

　⋆‎‎　　　　　 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎.‎‎ 　　　　　‎‎˚ ‎ ‎　　　 ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ 　　　　　‎ ݁ ‎ ‎　　　 ‎˖

gojo's face down in the mattress and you're sitting on top of him, legs braced on either side of his slim waist. your fingers dig into the muscles on his back, thumbs moving up the centre of his spine to his neck. he hums appreciatively and you can feel how it vibrates through your hands.

"you're so tense, satoru," you observe, continuing to press into his muscles, "you need to relax more."

"i'm so relaxed," he mumbles back into the pillows.

“not yet,” leaning down, you whisper beside his ear, "but when i’m done with you, you will be."

you meant to tease him a little but you can feel the way he tenses up under you. it makes you laugh, pulling away to massage his back like you'd not said anything at all. he's twitchier now though, squirming every now and again.

just as you're about to tell him to lay still, he rolls under you. grabbing your hips at the last minute so he can keep you atop him. "i think my chest needs to be massaged too," he blinks up at you, pupils blown.

you're right on top of his dick, gasping a bit, "are you hard?"

"painfully so," he smiles lazily, "might need your touch there too."

the grip he has on your hips pulls you downwards, grinding your pussy against his erection. mewls slipping from you as he rocks up at the same time, his own whimpers spilling from him. his lashes flutter with it, desperately rutting against you.

"are you serious," swallowing down your moans and attempting to chastise him, "you couldn't get through— hnn— a massage without getting hard?"

gojo's panting, though still thoroughly amused, "guess not."

you're dripping into your panties, the material moulding to your cunt obscenely. gojo's cock is relentlessly grinding up against you as he pulls you down. the stimulation overwhelming and not enough at the same time.

a loud moan rips through you when he harshly pulls your shorts and underwear up in one go. his hands slipping through the holes of your shorts to grope the bare skin of your thighs and hips.

"you're so pretty on top of me," he babbles out. "can i— hng— can i put it in you like this? would you let me slip inside you and fuck you right now?"

only a few more needy thrusts upwards and he's shuddering under you, biting into his lip as he whines. his cum seeping into the material of his own pants, it's dirty but you find yourself so much more aroused than before.

he huffs at you, fingers delving into your panties, "sweetie,” pouting a bit, “you didn't answer me."

[paperellina]

gruff toji w his younger gf who triggers the hell out of his cuteness aggression ☹️

gruff toji x younger gf who triggers his cuteness aggression ♡

the couch creaks under both your weight while you stay tucked into tojis side, practically melted against him beneath his arm, cheek warm against his chest while your fingers lazily toy with the collar of his shirt.

tojis trying real hard to ignore how cute you look.

but then you tilt your head up at him with that soft little smile, all warm eyes and sleepy affection, and something in him immediately snaps.

"fuckin’ hell," he mutters.

before you can even react, his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together while he glares down at you like this is somehow your fault. you squeal instantly, giggling when he manhandles you closer, and that only makes it worse.

"aint nothin funny," he grumbles, voice rough while he drags you fully into his lap, one big arm locking around your waist tight enough to keep you pinned against him.

then he starts biting you.

rough little bites against your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder when he buries his face against your neck, all low irritated muttering under his breath while you squirm and laugh in his hold.

every squeal just makes him hold you tighter, and every giggle gets another bite.

he grumbles against your cheek before biting there again. "got me actin insane."

youre laughing so hard you can barely sit still, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders while he keeps mouthing at your face and neck like some irritated oversized dog taking all that cuteness aggression out on you.

his grip never loosens once, and If anything, he keeps dragging you closer every time you laugh, like he physically cannot get enough of you pressed against him.

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© 2026 paperellina - all rights reserved. do not plagiarise, translate, or feed into any form of ai.

[sveraia]

so, what are we? pt.2 wherein they thought they had time, until someone else proved they didn’t. tw : angst no comfort, jealousy, groveling, emotional hurt, regret, characters facing consequences, unresolved relationships, failed reconciliation attempts. part 1

a/n : i had SO MUCH FUN writing these, esp toji and sukuna eheheh, my evil twin side was enjoying tf outta this though i definitely think they deserved it

taglist : @sugarpawws @hierophantpistols @aveeniexoxo @mellsfern @love-d-luxe

[f-tality0]

Megumi

[sc6ro]

neighbor!toji who always seems to step out onto his balcony the exact second you go out to water your pink petunias, lazily leaning over the railing in his worn-out gray sweatpants just to watch you chat with your plants.

neighbor!toji who effortlessly carries all your heavy grocery bags up three flights of stairs in one trip, holding them easily with his fingers while using his free arm to keep you steady against his side when you trip over your own long cardigan.

neighbor!toji who lets you use his massive, worn-out leather jacket when the radiator in your apartment breaks down, smirking when it looks like a literal dress on your small frame and pulling the hood up over your eyes to gently tease you.

neighbor!toji who notices when a creepy delivery driver stays a little too long at your door, suddenly appearing in the hallway looking absolutely massive and intimidating until the guy scampers off, only to turn to you and completely soften, asking if you're okay in his low, quiet voice.

neighbor!toji who holds your umbrella for you when it rains, tilting the entire thing over to your side so not a single drop hits your outfit, completely ignoring the fact that his own broad shoulder is getting soaked in the process.

neighbor!toji who always mutes his TV the second he hears you fumbling with your keys in the hallway late at night, cracking his door open just an inch to make sure you get inside your apartment safely before he locks up his own

neighbor!toji who always takes out your trash bags for you because he claims they're "too heavy for someone your size," leaving a little note or a piece of candy on your welcome mat afterward just to make you smile.

neighbor!tojiwho notices your favorite pastel mug sitting on his counter from the last time you visited, carefully washing it by hand and putting it away in a special spot so it's ready for you the next time you come over for coffee.

neighbor!toji who lets you drag him into the local craft store to help you carry big bins of yarn and fabric, standing patiently in the middle of the pink aisle looking completely out of place but carrying everything with an amused look.

neighbor!toji who pretends he hates the sweet, flowery perfume you always wear, but you notice he always leans in just a little bit closer whenever he takes a package from your hands at the door.

neighbor!toji who notices you shivering on the balcony one chilly evening and steps over the low divider separating your apartments, wrapping his giant arms around you from behind to pull you against his chest to warm you up, his heart beating loud and steady against your back.

neighbor!toji who starts finding excuses to come over every single night, whether it's bringing you a sweet treat he "accidentally" bought too much of or asking to borrow a cup of sugar he definitely doesn't need, just so he can sit on your couch and watch you talk.

neighbor!toji who blocks your doorway with his massive frame when you try to say goodnight, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head. he looks down at you, completely breathless, and whispers that he can't keep pretending he's just your neighbor when he's completely in love with you.

neighbor!toji who finally cups your face, his palms warm as he pulls you into his space, his green eyes completely dark and serious. he whispers that he's tired of just being the guy next door and wants to be your boyfriend.

[erenlav]

bf!nanami asks you to stay the night

dating nanami was still new. new enough that you still got butterflies whenever he reached for your hand. new enough that every kiss made you feel unreal.

new enough that you were standing by his front door at eleven thirty at night, wondering whether it was too soon to ask if he wanted you to stay.

so you didn't.

"i should probably get going" you say instead.

nanami looked up from where he had been cleaning the dishes from earlier dinner. "already?" he says quickly, sounding.. disappointed?

you both froze. you weren't exactly expecting that.

"i mean," he clears his throat. "it's late."

"it is." you say, frowning.

and as if he could read your thoughts, he asks.

"do you.. wanna stay the night? i don't want you to go."

he sounded vulnerable, unlike him. while you were all up in your mind, he had walked over to you. "hm?" he hums, his hand reaching for your cheek.

you were getting so red, his words alone made you so giddy, and his touch? oh god.

you finally let out a breath and smile, like you were hoping he says that for weeks. "yes, okay. i'll stay."

he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. "thank you, love." he leans down and kisses you. it's slow. gentle. the kind of kiss that makes your chest ache in the best way possible.

divider cr pixopix. im sorry im still bad at writing stuff but ughh i tryyy. also thank u sosososos much for 35 followers i gen love you all

[cherryflavouredsushi]

jjk adults vs reader randomly saying I love you

characters included: satoru gojo, kento nanami, suguru geto,shoko Ieiri, toji fushiguro, sukuna

notes!!! hi guys go look at my layout because I spend a whole hour redoing it its SO CUTE!!

[sveraia]

so, what are we? wherein undefined relationships get messy when the men forget that "casual" still has feelings attached. tw : situationships, angst, emotional hurt, men making terrible choices, reader being hurt/disappointed, messy feelings. includes : gojo satoru, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna and toji fushiguro (no nanami cause he would NEVER)

a/n : felt really angsty last night and i had to write this one 😫

[aliienangel]

　　　˚ ⋅૮₍ › ˕ ‹‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎gσנσ ѕαтσяυ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⌗ ゛ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ mdni ‎‎　　 ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ яєq　　　　　morning sex　　 　⤷ ゛ 🧺 ˎˊ˗

‧₊　　　　　　˚　　　　　　　　❀　　　　　　　　　　　₊　　　˚ ⊹

you’re half asleep and wrapped up in gojo’s arms, warm and cozy as you’re slowly waking up. choosing to snuggle further back into him, seeking more of his comfort. as soon as you do though, you’re met with a needy moan, his hips involuntarily grinding forward into your ass.

immediately, his lips are on your skin. kissing you anywhere he can reach, lazily sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck. his sudden attention jolting through your sleep addled brain, back arching for him. the hand he has underneath you sneaking up and into your shirt, palming at your tit.

the other grips you firmly by your hip, keeping you still as he grinds his morning wood into you. continuing to keep you in a daze with his kisses, now having coaxed you to look back so he can kiss you deep. taking your breath away with his desperate and hot kiss, tongue entering your mouth.

you mewl into him and he swallows the sound, forefinger and thumb pinching at your nipple to encourage more sounds from you. by the time he reluctantly removes his mouth from yours, you’re both panting and needy for more.

the fog over your brain a mix of drowsiness and arousal, inhibitions low with your recent wake and making you needier than you usually would be. panties dripping in slick, leaving them clinging to your pussy lips obscenely.

managing out a small, “how long have you been awake?”

“too long,” he whines, nuzzling into your neck and nipping, “you’re so cute when you’re sleeping.”

humming out jokingly, “creepy.”

“nuh uh.” biting down onto you a little harder as punishment. “i’m sweet and adorable.”

“watching me sleep while you’re hard isn’t sweet.”

“of course it is,” hand on your hip clumsily tugging your shorts and underwear off, “me and my boner just love you so much.”

“and they say romance is dead.” you’re trying to be witty but it’s not taking too well. mind focused on how his hand cups your bare sex.

gojo’s fingers part your folds, middle digit stroking you from hole to clit. movements practiced and consistent enough to drive you wild. dipping inside you the slightest bit, collecting your arousal and making your already weeping pussy messier.

“you can’t judge me too harshly, sweetheart,” his lips right by your ear make you shiver, “not when you’re soaking wet after a few kisses.” tongue licking the shell of your ear just to elicit another twitchy reaction, “i know you’re getting desperate for my dick, you’re always so sensitive in the mornings.”

whining at him a little, “satoru—”

“—what’s that?” circling your clit slowly, “are you about to ask nicely for me to fuck you?”

you weren’t, you were going to complain and whinge but you’re finding you’re far too needy to, “yes.”

“i’m waiting.” and his hand pulls away from your cunt.

a pitiful sound from your chest follows his departure, even though he’d been petting you lightly, it’d been consistent and almost enough to push you into your orgasm. his cock slips between your thighs and he almost whimpers, the warmth of your soft skin making his dick throb harder.

“please,” you turn back to look at him with the biggest, begging eyes you can muster, “please, fuck me now.”

“anything for you, pretty,” he kisses your lips, murmuring, “since i’m such a romantic.”

then he opens you up agonisingly slowly, tip of his dick splitting your hole open. nudging himself inside your wet walls on his own time, just to tease you a little more. or maybe he’s struggling not to cum prematurely, all you know is that it’s mean and you want to feel him in your lungs already.

hips wiggling back onto him, “more.”

“bossy,” he laughs breathlessly; the way his cock had slipped deeper inside making his lungs seize.

your head rests back against him, “i want it deep.”

and when you ask so sweetly, he can hardly deny you. his hips thrusting forwards harshly, shoving his whole dick in all at once. you’re bulging around the base of him and twitching hotly.

“ohh~ look at that,” his chest vibrates with a moan behind you, “so sensitive,” cooing like it’s the highest praise he can give. “bet you’d cum if i just—”

you’re cutting him off with a loud whine, his hips having snapped forward again just to grind against a devastating spot inside. his tip reaching the deepest part of you and kissing your cervix. it’s enough to have you shuddering and cumming in his hold, brain melting from how good it feels.

“i was right,” the smile he’s wearing can be heard in his voice. pulling his dick out just to stuff it back in a second later, tone taunting, “don’t fall back asleep on me, sweetie.”

[doviled]

you love how possessive satoru is.

you’re well aware that your relationship with satoru isn’t exactly normal. people seem to think you have no clue, but you’ve never been ignorant. for all the casual jokes and whining clinginess, you can tell your boyfriend is deeply, possessively in love with you.

it shows in everything he does. satoru likes to hide it behind a veneer of playfulness. you don’t mind. in all reality, you find it pretty cute—the doting, the teasing, the silly jokes that all veil that intense want that lurks in him. he wants you so bad it’s impossible to ignore. no, more than that: he needs you so much it bleeds into everything he does.

he’s teasing when he winds an arm around your waist, joking when he drops his chin on your head and pulls you away from whoever you were talking to. there’s a casual, unspoken jealousy to the action, but he’s so good at pretending it’s just gojo being clingy. it’s just what everyone expects of him. you’re the only one that knows better. you can see the angry glint in his eye, hear the way satoru’s heart picks up in his chest every time you reciprocate. you’re the only one he lets past infinity, the reason he’s been working to make it cover you as well. he just can’t bear to see other people touching you—you don’t blame him, do you?

best of all, you’re the only one that sees him desperate, that gets to watch him unwind. he worships you. you don’t have sex as much as you make love, his hands roving your body and plucking sweet moans from between your lips. satoru will murmur as he takes you, voice unbearably vulnerable and unspeakably intimate. “no one else can make you feel like this, baby,” he says on a moan. on the next, quiet and sure, “even better, i’m the only one that gets to see you like this. they don’t even know what they’re missing out on. i won’t let them ever find out.” he holds you tightly, kisses you ardently, and if you let him, he’ll fuck you until his legs give out. until he has no more love left to give.

so maybe you’re a little too encouraging. so what? who cares if you let your gaze linger on another man just to watch satoru’s eyes sharpen? what does it matter if you’ll play ignorant to another man’s advances, just to revel in the way satoru steps in and stakes his territory?

sex like that is even better. satoru gets mad, possessive—not at you, never at you. but your entire body becomes a canvas for him to stake his claim on, and it makes him rough. he’ll grip you until you bruise, kiss you until your lip splits, fuck you deep and hard so that you wake up the next morning sore, just so he can dote on you all over again.

“he’s so needy,” utahime complains to you one day, after he’d dragged you home from an event. he’d claimed he just wanted you all to himself for a moment, to get away from such boring company. it’s more honest than everyone suspects. he really does hate to see you talking to other people. “he wants to leave, and you leave. he hates when you talk to other guys. i swear, whenever you’re not paying attention to him, it’s like the sun’s frozen over. and then he has to act up until you’re looking at him again. how can you handle a guy that clingy?”

“i think it’s cute,” you reply. “i like how much he likes me. makes me feel like i’m the only girl in the world, you know?”

utahime snorts. “he sure seems to think so. remember last week? it’s like he didn’t even realise that girl was flirting with him.”

he hadn’t. or maybe he had, and satoru simply revels in your jealousy as much as you do his. you’d attached yourself to him like a limpet, fingers curling around his bicep as your head leant against his shoulder. you were polite to a fault until you chased her off, so clingy that satoru couldn’t tear his eyes away. in the end, he’d barely said three words to the girl before you monopolised all of his attention. he’d grinned wide and proud, and been twice as clingy as you were thereafter.

(when you got home, well. you’d been on top, riding him to a slow climax while he stared up at you worshipfully. his thumbs rub circles into your thighs, and with every rock of your hips, he lets loose an unabashed groan. he’s so free in his pleasure, so open about how good you make him feel. satoru never lets you doubt how perfect you are for him.

he comes first, for once. heaves and whines into your mouth even as he tells you to keep going, tells you that i’m sorry i want you so bad, baby. that doesn’t mean you need to stop—take me for all i’ve got, kay? he whispers those promises until you follow him over the edge, curled on top of him and breathing deep against his collarbone.

“you’ll never leave me, will you?” he asks, except he doesn’t say it like a question. he says it like a vow.

“never,” you promise. “you’d be dead before i let you get rid of me.”)

[cidermello]

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

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

you're choso's biggest blessing.

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

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

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

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

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

five hours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you were gone for a while."

"you knew i would be."

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

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

"five hours and forty minutes."

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

"okay, cho, i’m sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

"hm? carry on."

"you're not even listening."

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

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

"yeah, five minutes ago."

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

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

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

“…”

you hum again.

"huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"wait, what?"

omg idk about this one ngl

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