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viasdiary · 3 days ago

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☆ old times' sake (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ part 2 of i'm yours (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ word count: 3.4k

☆ warnings: infidelity, slight coercion, smut, unprotected sex, not proofread

☆ you go to dinner at a friend's house with your new boyfriend. luigi's there and he ends up pulling you back in.

it’s been a while since you and luigi broke up. you were never one to hold on to the past, so when you realized he wasn’t what you needed, letting go was easier than expected. still, you can’t deny that his attempts to reach out over the months left a lingering trace in your mind. you’ve moved on, but now, there’s this dinner—one you can’t avoid. your mutual friend invited both of you, and despite your reluctance, you agreed to go.

you tell yourself it’ll be fine. you’re bringing your new boyfriend, after all, someone who you’re still figuring out, but you can’t imagine being without him in this moment.

on the car ride there, the tension weighs on you. you glance at your new boyfriend, and decide to warn him.

"look," you start, your voice steady but carrying a hint of caution,

"luigi can be... difficult. he doesn’t take well to seeing me with someone else. it’s like he thinks we're inveitably gonna end up back together."

your boyfriend glances over at you, half-smiling, unfazed.

"i’ve dealt with jealous exes before," he shrugs, clearly unconcerned.

"i’ll be fine."

you try to stifle a nervous laugh. you’re not so sure. luigi has a way of making you feel terribly guilty, even now, and you hate that this dinner is forcing you to confront all of that again.

you pull into the driveway and kill the engine, the weight of the evening settling over you. the house is quiet for a moment, but then the muffled sound of laughter and chatter drifts out the front door as your friend opens it to greet you. your boyfriend reaches over and brushes a hand against your shoulder, his fingers lingering a moment longer than usual.

"you look really pretty tonight, baby." he says, his smile warm. the compliment helps ease the nerves in your chest. you're wearing a low-cut black dress that hugs your figure just right, and you know he’s enjoying the way it clings to your body.

the door opens wider, and you step inside. the conversation flows easily as you exchange pleasantries with your friend. you’re distracted, though—your eyes drifting across the room, already searching for him. it doesn’t take long. luigi stands by the window, leaning against the wall, exuding his usual relaxed confidence. luigi’s tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a burgundy sweater with a white collared shirt underneath and khaki slacks. he looks so handsome, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his thick eyebrows and dark curly hair frame his face perfectly, and the two small moles on his cheeks—ones you used to think were endearing—still make him look beautiful.

he’s talking to a girl, and your stomach drops. she’s ridiculously young—no older than 20, probably. you can tell by the way she’s smiling at him, hanging onto every word, that he’s enjoying the attention. he's only 26, but the age gap between them is impossible to ignore. you look away, trying to push down the unease.

dinner comes and goes quickly. the conversation is light, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in the air, as if everyone is walking on eggshells. you catch luigi’s gaze once or twice, but you don’t engage. the meal is pleasant enough, but it feels like the calm before the storm.

after dinner, your boyfriend excuses himself to the bathroom. you’re left with your thoughts, trying to shake the growing uneasy feeling.

that’s when luigi appears by your side, his presence almost too familiar. he stands just a little too close, and you take a step back, trying to maintain the space you’ve worked so hard to carve out. he gives you a half-smile, the one that used to melt you, but now just feels like a well-practiced mask.

“you look good,” he says, and you hear a sincerity in his voice you almost don’t want to believe.

you’re about to say something, but before you can, he’s already guiding you toward the kitchen. the lights are dim, and the space smells like fresh herbs and roasted garlic from dinner.

you stand there for a moment, the dim light in the kitchen casting soft shadows across the walls, the hum of quiet conversation from the dining room barely reaching you. luigi’s presence is still close, but not enough to feel suffocating—yet. he’s looking at the wine bottle, a thoughtful frown tugging at his features.

“you want a drink?” he asks, his voice casual, but there's an edge to it, like he’s testing something.

"for old times’ sake?"

the question catches you off guard. you hate that phrase. for old times' sake. it's loaded with too many memories, too much nostalgia, like it’s somehow asking you to remember the good things—before everything falls apart. it’s a sad thing to say, like trying to do something just to honor a love that’s already gone.

still, you don’t show it. you exhale slowly.

"sure, i’ll have one."

luigi pours the wine with an easy confidence, the motion familiar, but with a quiet intent. his hands are the same as you remember—strong, sure, and steady. when he hands you the glass, your fingers brush for a moment, and something stirs deep in you. you pull your hand back quickly, but the feeling lingers.

"cheers," he says, his voice low, almost too soft. when you meet his eyes, you see that familiar spark, something deep and unresolved, flickering in the brown depths.

you clink your glass against his, but don’t drink yet.

"you always liked to pour for me," you say lightly, trying to keep things casual, but the words come out sharper than you meant.

luigi gives a small smile, soft but knowing.

"guess i still remember how to treat you right."

it hits you then, how loaded that line is. is he trying to remind you of the past? or is he simply playing the part again? you don’t know, but you feel it all the same—everything that was once between you.

"i wasn’t sure i’d ever see you again like this," he says quietly, his gaze soft but searching, like he’s waiting for a reaction.

"like what?" you ask, though you already know what he means.

"together. with someone else." his tone shifts slightly, something raw underneath, like he’s struggling to say it.

you sip the wine, letting the cool liquid fill the silence.

"well, i’m happy now."

you don’t mean to snap, but the words come out a little sharper than you intended. he notices, his frown deepening.

"i never meant to hurt you," he says, voice lower now, more genuine.

"i always thought we were good. but then... i don’t know. i just was so scared to lose you."

you look at him for a long moment, remembering all the things you tried to ignore before you walked away. but standing here now, it all feels so far behind you.

"i’m not the same person i was back then," you say quietly, the honesty pulling something tight in your chest.

luigi takes a deep breath, his eyes softening, before he looks away, tapping his fingers against the wine bottle.

"maybe neither of us are."

your boyfriend still hasn’t come back, and the quiet hum from the other room is now a distant sound. it’s just you and luigi, the air thick with something you can’t quite name. he looks at you, that familiar, easy smile making a slow return. the same smile that used to make your heart race.

"y'know," he says, glancing toward the door, "she went home a little while ago."

you raise an eyebrow. “your date?"

luigi shrugs, that same smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"yeah. she wasn’t really my type. just a fling, y'know?"

you almost don’t believe him, but the honesty in his voice catches you off guard. it’s like he’s showing a side of himself you didn’t expect. maybe he’s letting down the act, or maybe this is just the last remnants of his charm.

before you can say anything, luigi smiles, this time a little brighter, almost coaxing.

"come on," he says. "let’s talk somewhere quieter. it’s not often i get a real conversation with you anymore."

for a moment, doubt flickers in your mind. but you nod anyway, letting him lead you down the hall. the hallway is dimly lit, and his presence is a shadow ahead of you. he opens a door halfway down the hall, a guest room.

you follow him in, heart pounding for reasons you can’t explain.

luigi sits on the edge of the bed, glancing back at you as you stand in the doorway.

"i figured we’d be a little more comfortable in here."

you join him, sitting just a little farther away than you’d like, but the tension between you is palpable. he looks at you with something deeper than the cocky grin he used to wear, and for the first time in a while, you find yourself listening—really listening—to what he has to say.

"i never got a chance to explain," he says, his voice quieter now. "how things ended... i know i messed up."

you’re not sure what to do with the vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity you never thought you’d hear from him again. and just as you're about to respond, your heartbeat stutters when you realize how close you are—how his eyes seem to pull you back into that place.

"maybe i can change," he says softly.

"if you’ll let me."

your body feels warm, but not from the alcohol this time. you’re sitting too close to him. his brown eyes lock with yours, and the pull is undeniable. the space between you seems to shrink as he leans in, the air heavy with something unspoken.

"you're not making this easy," you whisper.

he smirks, leaning just a little closer, his voice a low murmur.

"you never wanted it to be easy."

the words hang between you, and for a moment, nothing else matters.

his lips brush against yours, soft and hesitant. you feel his breath on your skin, and the tension melts away. his hands are already on your waist, the weight of his touch achingly familiar.

"i know we can't go back," he whispers, his voice thick with want.

"but maybe we can start over."

he kisses you again, his touch gentle but firm. you know how wrong it is, but the desire is too strong, and the guilt is already gone. you need this. he needs this.

his kiss is urgent now, his hands roaming across your body, his tongue meeting yours, sending sparks down your spine. he tastes like wine, and he kisses like he's missed you, like this is what he's wanted all along. you pull him closer, savoring the feel of him, his heat, the taste of him, and for a moment, the world goes silent. it's just you and him, in this space where the past is buried and the future is just a hazy blur.

"god, i've missed you so fuckin' much," he breathes, his lips tracing your jawline, his hands gripping your waist.

you pull away for a moment, breathless.

"we shouldn't be doing this."

he smiles, and the sight makes your heart stutter. he's so determined this time, and that makes it worse.

"what are we doing, then?" he asks, his voice low, teasing.

"i don't know," you murmur.

"you know you want this," he says. "i can feel it."

you look at him, seeing him in a new light. the cockiness is still there, but now you can see the longing behind it.

"it's not that easy," you say.

"i know," he says softly.

he kisses you again, his touch slow, deliberate, his lips exploring yours with a tenderness you've never felt from him. he comes closer, his chest pressing against yours, his hips meeting yours as he lays you down on the bed.

he's hard.

he presses against your thigh, and it takes all the willpower in you not to give in. you can feel the ache in him, and it mirrors the desire rising in you. you want this so badly, but it's too soon, too fast.

"we should stop," you say, the words coming out as a half-moan.

he groans, pulling away, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing ragged.

"i know," he whispers.

there's a long pause.

"it's just," he continues, "this feels right. we shouldn't have to wait."

you look at him, really look at him. he looks so desperate. so honest.

"i don't know if i can do this again, lu," you say, your voice breaking a little. "not after last time."

he swallows, his gaze intense, his eyes filled with something you can't name.

"please let me show you," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "let me show you fuckin' good i can be."

he kisses you again, and the heat between you rises. you kiss him back, and he groans against your lips, his body tensing, his grip on your waist tightening.

"please," he begs, his voice ragged, "i need you."

he kisses you again, his hands gripping your hips, his touch urgent, desperate. he kisses your neck, your jaw, your collarbone, his mouth hot on your skin. he kisses you everywhere, and the ache in you is so strong, you can't deny it any longer.

you gasp, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against his. his lips part, and his breath catches in his throat, his eyes dark with want.

"i missed you," he whispers. "fuck, i missed you so much."

you kiss him, tasting the wine on his tongue, feeling the heat of him. you need him.

you reach down and unbuckle his belt, your hand grazing his hardness, the sound of his sharp intake of breath sending a jolt through your body. he grips your wrist firmly as you pull away.

"you still like it like that?" he breathes, his voice low.

"always," you reply, and his eyes flash with excitement.

he kisses you deeply, his hand slipping under your dress, his fingers sliding across the lace of your underwear. you gasp, arching your back, a low moan escaping your lips.

"fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck.

he smiles softly against your skin, pulling your underwear aside, his fingers sliding across your slick folds. you shiver, biting back a moan.

"d'you want me to stop?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.

you shake your head, pulling him closer, the ache in your core growing stronger. he slips a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit, and the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

"yes," you gasp, gripping the sheets.

"fuck," he groans, his fingers moving faster, the sound of your wetness filling the room.

"don't stop," you breathe, "please."

he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "i'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good."

he curls his fingers inside you, the friction sending sparks through your body, his thumb rubbing against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. you writhe beneath him, gasping, panting, begging for more.

"cum for me, baby" he begs, his voice low and raspy, his touch sending you over the edge.

you cry out, arching your back, the waves of ecstasy crashing through you. he kisses you hungrily, his hand still moving between your legs, prolonging the bliss. you dig your fingers into his shoulders, your heart racing, the intensity overwhelming.

he pulls away, his lips glistening, a smirk on his face.

"see? you're still mine," he says, his voice rough.

"we should really stop," you say, breathless, but the words don't sound convincing, even to you.

he sighs, shaking his head.

"no," he says, his gaze softening, his eyes full of something deeper. "we don't have to."

the tension between you is electric. you can feel the desire in him, the need. you can't fight it anymore. you want him.

"let me make you feel good," he says, his voice soft.

you nod, the ache in your core deepening.

"i'm yours," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. "always."

he kisses you again, and the world falls away. there's no past, no future, no hesitation. just the two of you, lost in each other, giving in to the desire that's been simmering for far too long.

he unbuttons his pants, and slides them down his hips, the outline of his hardness visible through his boxers.

"are you sure?" he asks, his gaze searching yours.

you nod, and the hunger in his eyes intensifies.

"fuck, you're so beautiful," he breathes.

he kneels before you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down your legs.

"so perfect," he says, his gaze fixed on you, drinking in the sight of you.

he kisses your inner thighs, his tongue teasing you, his stubble tickling your skin. you writhe beneath him, the pleasure building, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer.

"you're so fucking gorgeous," he murmurs, his gaze locked with yours, his tongue tasting you.

you moan, arching your back, your hand tangling in his hair, the waves of ecstasy threatening to consume you.

"you're so good," he breathes, his hands sliding down your thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass.

"luigi, please," you beg, your voice trembling, the ache in your core growing stronger.

he smirks, his fingers curling around your hips, his touch sending sparks through your body.

"fuck," he groans, his breath hot on your skin.

you wrap your legs around his shoulders, the heat between you rising, the tension building.

"oh god," you whimper, the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

"let go baby," he urges, his tongue circling your clit, his fingers sliding inside you, sending you over the edge.

you cry out, your body tensing, the waves of ecstasy crashing through you, the bliss unlike anything you've felt before.

"that's my girl," he says, his lips glistening, his gaze locked with yours, his touch drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming across your body, savoring every inch of you. he slips off his boxers, his hardness pressing against your thigh.

"are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

you nod, and the hunger in his eyes deepens.

he pushes into you slowly, inch by inch, the sensation making you gasp, your breath catching in your throat.

"fuck," he groans, his hips rocking against yours, his grip on your hips tightening.

you cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, the friction building, the pleasure overwhelming.

"don't stop," you beg, the waves of ecstasy washing over you, your body aching for release.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster, the sound of his hips meeting yours echoing in the room, the tension rising.

"you're mine," he groans, his lips brushing against yours, his breath hot on your skin.

you wrap your legs around him, the friction building, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

"yours," you whisper, the word sending shivers down your spine.

"fuck yes," he breathes, his grip on your hips tightening, his movements growing more urgent.

"oh god," you whimper, the tension in you reaching its breaking point.

he groans, his hips meeting yours, the pressure building, the pleasure rising.

"cum for me, baby," he groans, the hunger in his gaze sending you over the edge.

you arch your back, the waves of ecstasy rolling through you, the bliss unlike anything you've felt before.

he pulls out, spilling onto your stomach, the sight of him losing himself setting off a second wave of pleasure.

you cling to him, the two of you tangled together, your heart pounding, the heat between you rising.

he collapses on top of you, breathless, spent, his arms wrapping around you. you cling to him, the warmth of his embrace soothing the ache in your core.

"you're so perfect," he whispers, his lips brushing against yours.

"that was..." you start, but the words don't seem like enough.

he smiles, his gaze softening.

"it's like we never left each other," he says.

you nod, the realization settling in, the doubt fading away.

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loving-family-poll · 11 hours ago

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2nd Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Liam/Noel:

The Gallagher brothers have a very intense relationship that doesn't make any sense to the outside viewer unless one considers the possibility of incest. For 30 years now they have been utterly unhinged about one another in the public eye. Noel has often made incest jokes; Liam once said on-stage once "we had sex last night" referring to him and Noel. Even people writing in actual books and magazines have picked up on the vibes (some stuff that has been printed about them fully feels like it was written by tumblr incestinas except it's like. actual fucking journalists). Also there was this one time in 1996 where they kissed each other with tongue in front of 40 thousand people.

They have been described as “in love with each other” by both themselves and third parties. the lyrics “you’re my lover, i’m your brother.” they kissed with tongue at loch lomond in 1996 and have also been photographed/videoed kissing on the mouth other times. liam regularly groped noel onstage. liam’s entire twitter is just propaganda too. liam talked about impregnating noel once. noel frequently talks about how physically attractive liam is. liam claims that he’s noel’s muse

their song guess god thinks im abel has the lyrics "i could be your lover" while comparing themselves to you guessed it abel and cain. and like. a thousand more instances of them being weird about each other. also noel REALLY wanted a sister and he mentioned it quite a few times and said well liam IS basically a sister or something like that. normal behaviour

Liam literally called himself Noel's good boy on twitter, and called him god a few times after reunion. Noel said he loves make women cry and the only thing that's better is make Liam cry so he can laugh and call him a woman. They literally kissed with tongue and loch lomand is not their only kiss they have two more photos of different kissing to, they literally used the japan kiss video for reunion video. YES THEY DID THAT TF. Noel said they are head over heels in love and said it's illegal in many countries. Also Noel said Liam is like his ex-wife a few times or shit like those cunts are fucking crazy

Other people have described them as more like boyfriend/girlfriend than brothers and said they’re in love. someone on twitter asked liam “if you’re john lennon, who is noel?” and liam said “yoko ono.” another time someone said on twitter “you defo rimmed noel when you were younger” and liam replied “you jealous?"

Deeply weird about each other getting married (them not attending each other's wedding which occurred month apart and then getting divorce around the same time and they stayed at the same hotel for months), intense infamously love-hate relationship and is everyone's favorite soap opera, noel saying "on stage i just wanted him..there's only two of us that will ever get this", prominent theme of shame and crime and impossible dream in noel gallagher works, the elusive meaning of wonderwall which noel insisted is not about anyone but there's good amount of evidence that it referenced back to their childhood and their shared bedroom, liam having mental breakdown several times on twitter about noel, liam's my brother is getting a divorce playlist to which he shared with his 3 millions twitter followers, incest-baiting on main ever since the reunion, brother and lover being interchangeable for noel when writing lyrics, noel (allegedly) lying to liam that his girlfriend cheated on him in order to sabotage their relationship before oasis took off, liam hating noel's latest (ex) wife (sarah), noel writing "the owner of the star on stage" after liam's autograph and so many more insane shit

"[Liam] thinks all the songs are about him. He even thinks Wonderwall is about him." –Noel Gallagher (1997)

"It's all about me it always was and is" –Liam Gallagher (2023)

Japan kiss (kiss is at the end) loch lomand kiss

PLUS they’re back together after 14 years of estrangement! The narrative!

Alexia/Justine:

Sisters that are the emotional center of the movie. They 1) share the cannibalism gene as a metaphor for sexual/freaky desire, 2) have a 'waxing the other's pubes' scene, 3) biting chunks of flesh out of each other scene, 4) a showering off the blood together scene, 5) subtle kissing with a glass between them because 'you're my mirror and i'm codependent with you' scene, 6) sibling-type power play in general that includes a sexual interest proxy. And yet nearly no one talks about them, helppppp

there’s a scene where they’re biting each other’s faces and it literally looks like theyre making out. they hurt each other and spite each other but they always patch each other up after it’s over. there is a scene of them showering with each other, washing the blood off after alexia ate justine’s boy toy. alexia covered it up when justine ate her finger. they hurt each other so bad but they keep coming back to each other.

#tumblr polls #tournament polls #incest poll #liam/noel gallagher #gallaghercest #alexia/justine #round 2

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gingerteafairy · 2 days ago

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veins of the forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

⟵previous chapter

tags n warnings: cursing, jealous, smut so please mdni, happy ending bc they need it. word count: 5.5k

The sun filled up the room. The smell of blood, forgotten by the adrenaline, lingered on your body, which was the motivation to get out of bed and leave Dean’s warm embrace. You glanced over your shoulder, turning to admire the sight of Dean Winchester, so peaceful, lost in dreams.

“You know you can tell what he’s dreaming about, right?” A thin voice echoed in your head, which you ignored. Maybe you were still asleep.

You grabbed the clothes you were wearing, and God, they really needed to be washed. Then you had the idea to rummage through Dean’s bag, finding a shirt that wasn’t exactly fresh, but better than the sweaty one you’d traveled in. Your jeans weren’t too bad, so that would be the outfit of the day.

After a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and stepped out of the bathroom already dressed, finding Dean’s sleepy and sweet gaze. “Good morning, champ.” you sansong playfully, tying your hair into a tight ponytail.

“And put ‘good’ in that…” he smiled, getting up and walking toward you for a warm hug, sniffing your neck tenderly and lifting his head to meet your eyes. “Looks better on you than on me. You should keep that one.”

You smiled goofily as he pulled away, heading to the bathroom, probably for a shower; you both needed it. While Dean was in the bathroom, you decided to call a delivery service for a decent breakfast, getting frustrated as each attempt failed due to the hotel being far from anything civilized.

“Worried?” he asks, stepping out of the bathroom with a relaxed expression, wiping his hands on a towel as he leans casually against the doorframe.

“Who doesn't sell breakfast at 2PM?”You throw your phone on the bed with a frustrated sigh, your fingers brushing the sheets absentmindedly.

“I was thinking of taking us for breakfast, what do you think? It's not out fault we spent the whole night awake and our bodies decided to wake up now.”

“You just took my worries away.” You chuckle, sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed, your feet touching the cold floor. You stand up, stretching your arms over your head, feeling the ache in your muscles. He grabs his jacket from the back of the chair and tosses yours into your hands with a smirk, the weight of it making you look up at him in surprise.

He opens the door for you, his hand on the handle, and gestures for you to walk ahead. You give him a quick smile and head out, but his eyes linger on your figure as you pass. The hallway lights cast soft shadows, and you feel a flicker of warmth on your skin when he walks up behind you. At the parking lot, the receptionist gives you both a wide smile, her eyes sparkling as she waves.

But before you get in the car, he stops, stepping out and exchanging a few words with her. His words seem to be teasing, and her laugh is loud and genuine, causing something sharp to twist inside you. The sour taste of jealousy creeps up your throat. But what could you do? He wasn’t even your boyfriend.

You cross your arms tightly, leaning against the car, your eyes narrowing just slightly as you watch him. The thought makes your chest tighten, but you push it away, trying to focus on something else. You shake your head, telling yourself it’s ridiculous to feel that way.

“Alright, ready to go.” He slides into the car, slamming the door shut with a soft thud, and the engine purrs to life. As he presses the button to roll up the windows, the soft sound of The Only Exception by Paramore fills the air. You glance at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you recognize the song.

“Sam’s songs.” You point out with a playful grin, nudging his shoulder, and he laughs, raising his hand like he’s about to change it. But before he can, you slap his hand away gently, a teasing glint in your eyes. “I wanna hear it, I like this one.”

He chuckles, glancing at you, his eyes softening a bit, then he shrugs dramatically, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he accelerates. “Good thing, I wouldn’t know what to do if I admitted it before you did. You lean back in your seat, relaxing as the familiar melody fills the space between you, the tension slowly fading away.

The Impala smoothly cruised toward a small diner in town, the engine’s hum fading as Dean parked near the entrance. You both slid out of the car, making your way inside where the air smelled of fresh coffee and sizzling food.

You sat at a table near the window, the sun’s gentle warmth filtering through the glass, casting soft rays across your skin. You sighed, feeling the warmth seep into your bones. Dean ordered pancakes with black coffee, and you couldn’t help but smile at your usual choice. When you told him, his eyes lit up with a grin. He mentally noted it down, thinking he might order it for you next time—or even take a risk and cook it himself one day.

“You know,” you started, taking a bite of your meal and savoring the taste that made your heart feel warm, “I think I’m not going back to Buckley’s.”

“I’m not gonna let you,” he teased, spearing a piece of pie with his fork. You chuckled at the way he ate, his mouth full but still managing to shoot you a grin. He had such a carefree way of doing everything that made even simple moments feel lighter.

“Then I was thinking…” you trailed off, and his eyebrows shot up in curiosity. “I should go shopping… you know, get some new clothes. This one is practically glued to my body by now.”

He smiled with his mouth full, swallowing before responding, “Good idea, but where are you gonna find the cash? I wish I could pay for it, but this life isn’t exactly great for making money.”

You leaned back a little in your chair, a smirk on your lips. “I still have his card.” You said it casually, but he nearly choked on his coffee, laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re really from another world,” he grinned, pointing his fork at you in mock warning. “You should be arrested, young lady.”

“I’m not. I’m just taking advantage of the perks of having a terrible dad,” you said with a mischievous smile, but the moment it left your lips, it faded. The smile didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. You poked the fork into your food, the clink of the metal against the plate echoing in the silence between you two.

The playful atmosphere in the diner felt heavier now. As you pushed your food around absentmindedly, you caught a glimpse of Dean looking at you, his expression softening. The playful glint in his eyes was replaced with a touch of concern, but he didn’t press further. It felt like there was something unspoken between you, something that had shifted when you mentioned your father.

“Waitress!” He called out, and a young woman approached with a bright smile, ready to take his order.

“How can I help you, sir?” she asked, and Dean shot you a grin that bordered on madness. You narrowed your eyes, already sensing this wouldn’t be a normal request.

“Do you know where there’s a fancy, outrageously expensive store for this young lady to buy some clothes?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, adjusting your posture as the waitress beamed at you. “She’s a bit picky, you know? So, everything has to be super expensive. Her dad’s a big shot, and I’m dating his daughter.”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as the waitress gave you a wide, almost approving smile. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, half-annoyed by his playful teasing.

“I think we have just the place.” She added, then gave you directions to the stores where you could find pieces that no one in town would dare spend money on. You both paid for the coffee before heading out to the high-end shop.

Walking into the store felt like entering a different world. The spiral staircase and crystal chandelier made it look like something out of a luxury magazine. A refined lady greeted you and guided you to the casual wear section, where Dean insisted on picking out outfits for you to try on. He slipped a few of his own preferences into the mix, grinning at you like a kid in a candy store.

After trying on what seemed like a pair of jeans covered in tiny skulls and a basic black top, you stepped out of the fitting room, stifling an amused laugh.

“Come on, you look amazing,” he said, leaning back on the couch in front of the changing rooms, casually munching on a pack of peanuts. As usual, he was making a mess, bits of the snack scattered around him.

“I look like a ridiculous emo going to an MCR concert.” You grinned, twirling in front of the mirror, adjusting the pants uncomfortably.

He raised an eyebrow, still munching away, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Emo are not that hot, they don't make me wanna take off their clothes,so… You nailed it.” He flashed that mischievous grin that made it hard to argue with him.

“I'll take them all.” You stated to the old lady, turning your eyes to a happy Dean grinning. “And I'll take this one too… my boyfriend loved this one.”

“Oh, lovely.” She chimed, taking your choices as you got inside the changing room again to get your normal clothes. “Hey, dear.” She called you again.

“Yeah?” You uttered, coming out again.

“You can use this one before paying, I just need to remove the tag and assure the cashier youre gonna pay for it.” she spoke lightly before coming closer to whisper. “And you gotta make your boyfriend happy, huh? He seems like he's planning a sorta surprise for you.”

You felt your cheeks burn. Clothing. Boyfriend. Surprise. The gears turning in your head. It was a date. Maybe, just maybe, you had the thought that moment with the hotel attendance wasn't a flirt. And that made you go straight to the cashier to pay for all your choices, grinning with all the packages he insisted on carrying.

“There's one more store.” He shared, after closing the trunk carefully for not messing up your things.

“I'm sure I broke my dad right now.” You stated, smiling for the butterfly necklace he chose on the previous store that was expensive enough to bang the limit.

“This one I'll make sure to pay for.” He demanded, getting in the car again to start the engine.

The sight of a white and pink wall appeared and your smile was replaced by a disbelief reaction contrasting to Dean's impossibly enormous grin. “Here we are.”

“You're disgusting.” You gushed, a smile growing even more when he stepped out of the car to open the passenger door for you. “Being a gentleman to see my fashion show? Dirty trick, Dean.”

“Can't help it.” He declared, stepping closer. “And I'm eager to see it.”

He took your hand and led you out to the delicate store. Which had nothing delicate with those lewd products where Dean found himself in paradise. He asked for information to the attendants like he was at school and he was a dedicated student.

He emphasized a lot of things with you and you laughed at all his amused reactions to toys, special liquids and overall sex shop things. The learning lesson stopped as soon as he saw the pretty, just perfect lace bra with a cute pink bow and matching panties.

“No.” you guffawed, frowning as he pouted his pretty pink lips at you. “Dean!”

The excitement in his eyes was almost childlike. You hesitated, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Please… I just... I want to see you in it. For me? Just once."

Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson as you shook your head, glancing away. "Nooo. What if it looks... weird? I’m not really good at this kind of thing."

He stepped closer, holding out the lingerie like something precious. "You could never look weird. Trust me, okay? You’ll look amazing. You always do.”

You glanced up at him through your lashes, seeing the hopeful gleam in his eyes. "But—"

"No buts," he interrupted, his lips quirking into a grin. "If you absolutely hate it, I promise we’ll never talk about it again. Deal?"

After a long pause, you sighed, taking the fabric from his hands. "Fine, but only because you accompanied me today and I'll wear it at the hotel, okay?”

You got back to the motel early in the evening, and, once again, Dean exchanged looks with the girl at the front desk. That damn smirk of his, paired with the way he tilted his head, was enough to make your blood boil even more than it had that morning. You’d had a great day together — too good, really. It had to be fake.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your hand, only to look surprised when you pulled it back. “Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine… totally fine…” you muttered, crossing your arms. But you know what? You were way too irritated to let it slide. “Actually, why don’t you go finish your little chat with the receptionist, huh? Bet she’d love that.”

Dean stopped mid-step, blinking at you like you’d just grown a second head. Then, to your utter frustration, he started to laugh — a low, gravelly chuckle that felt like it was mocking you.

“What’s so funny?” you snapped, shifting your weight uncomfortably as he stood there, clearly enjoying himself.

“Well…” He ran a hand over the back of his neck, trying to suppress his grin. “I think the receptionist…” He laughed again, shaking his head as he opened the door to your room. “I think the receptionist’s gonna be too busy bringin’ up the champagne for us.”

“What champagne…” The words caught in your throat as you stepped inside and took in the scene. Rose petals were scattered across the floor, and a sleek box sat neatly on the bed.

“Dean…” you breathed, covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh my God, Dean, I’m such an idiot… I thought…”

“You thought I was hittin’ on the receptionist?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Your hands flew to your face, mortified. “You’re such a jerk,” you laughed, playfully hitting his chest.

“Ow!” he yelped, clutching his chest dramatically. “That hurt! Do you know how hard it was to keep you busy all afternoon? But man, it was worth it.”

You stepped further into the room, your eyes darting around as you took everything in. It wasn’t extravagant, but it didn’t need to be. It was perfect. Simple, but full of meaning. Dean closed the door behind him and slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Why all this?” you asked, looking up at him. He was so close, so handsome, and somehow, so… yours.

“Dunno,” he said, flashing that boyish grin of his. “Guess I just wanted to impress a certain witch I know.”

Though his tone was playful, there was something in his eyes that carried so much more. He hesitated, then continued:

“I asked Janette to wrap a little somethin’ for us. Honestly, no idea what’s in it.”

“Janette, huh? Gettin’ real cozy with her, are ya?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Janette Williams. Blonde. Twenty-one. Cute, huh? Sweet girl.” He winked, but before you could get too annoyed, he added, “But she’s got nothin’ on you.”

He said it softly, his gaze dropping for a second. The weight of his words hung in the air, and suddenly, it was like the world had stopped spinning.

You felt your chest tighten, a rush of air escaping as you tried to breathe evenly. Instinctively, you stepped closer, your heart hammering in your chest. Dean swallowed hard, his throat dry. He licked his lips, visibly nervous, like he was searching for the right words.

“Look, I…” He cleared his throat, his voice failing him for a second.

“Yes?” you prompted gently, your heart practically in your throat. He stared at you, his hazel eyes full of emotion, and it felt like he was on the verge of saying something that would change everything.

“I love…” he began, but before he could finish, the shrill ring of the motel phone shattered the moment.

“I love…” He sighed, glaring at the phone. “I love phones. They’re great.”

“Yeah, real important,” you quipped nervously, scratching your head as you let out a soft laugh.

Dean muttered something under his breath as he grabbed the phone. After a brief, annoyed conversation, he hung up, shaking his head.

“What was that about?” you asked, trying to read his expression.

“She said the champagne’s in the box,” he explained, gesturing toward the bed. “Go on. Open it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you practically skipped over to the bed, opening the box to reveal a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and an assortment of sweets.

“Wow…” you whispered, glancing back at him. “Dean, this is amazing.”

He smiled at you, a mix of pride and relief, but then his expression shifted to something mischievous.

“Now that I made you real happy…” he started, moving toward the bag he’d brought in earlier. From it, he pulled out a neatly wrapped box. The lingerie. “How about you try this on for me?”

“I promised, didn’t I?” you said, a bit shy, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. “All right, gimme that.”

A few minutes later, you emerged from the bedroom, your arms crossed self-consciously as you stood in the doorway. The lingerie hugged you in all the right places. “You look…” Dean froze, his mouth dropping open. "You look... incredible."

You quickly turned your head, unable to meet his gaze. "Stop saying dumb stuff like that! I look ridiculous."

"Ridiculously amazing!" He spun around, grabbing his phone. "Hold on, let me call NASA. I need to report that a star landed in my living room."

"Shut up!" You snapped in a high-pitched voice as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

He caught it easily, grinning from ear to ear. "I’m serious, darling. You look beautiful. But you don’t have to take my word for it. Just look in the mirror."

You hesitated, glancing toward the mirror. Your reflection stared back, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite herself. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you gently into his chest. His warmth enveloped your waist steady and solid, just as his pecking on your neck, reassuring. Your hands slowly moved to rest over his, fingers curling around his own.

"You’re such an idiot," you whispered, voice cracking in laughter when he sniffed your neck, shaking his head on the crook.

"I know," he replied, the faintest smile in his tone. "But I’m your idiot."

A shaky laugh escaped from your lips, leaning back into him. You couldn't help but feel uneasy. Yours. This word tossed and turned into you. So It did to him.

“Now… Can you turn and make a little spin while I take at least 37 pictures?” He teased and you scoffed in disbelief, turning to face him.

“Absolutely not.”

Then he knelt on the floor, clutching your hand in mock desperation. "My love, my muse, my beacon of light in this dark world. Won’t you grant me this one birthday wish?”

“It's not even your birthday, Dean.” You laughed, pushing him back on his feet as you feign a slap on her shoulder.

“How’d you know? I didn't tell you.” he chimed, his eyes roaming all over you, focusing on the curves and the pieces where the lingerie made little for the imagination.

“Guessing.” You shrugged, pressing your lips in a thin line. “Can I get changed now or you want more fanservice?” He rolled his eyes, biting his lips. “Stop doing it.”

“Doing what?” He scoffed, looking you up and down. He had a way of making anyone feel hot just by one sight of him.

“This!” You pointed again, laughing. You weren't sure if you could handle more days with this teasing role coaster. Giving up, you lay on bed and he ran to lay by your side, casting glances at you as you grabbed the remote to turn the TV as a distraction.

The quiet felt heavy, almost tangible. The TV was casting flickering shadows across your faces, but neither was paying attention to the screen anymore.

You stole a glance at Dean, your heart hammering against your ribs. His profile, sharp and serious in the dim light, seemed unfairly attractive. You bit your lip, trying to focus on something—anything—other than how close he was. Praying for him not see the forming slick on the fabric.

Dean, on the other hand, was painfully aware of your presence, just as the bulge on his pants. The warmth radiating from your barely covered chest made his own feel tight. He ran a hand through his hair, pretending to be interested in the TV, but his thoughts were nowhere near the movie playing out.

The silence stretched, awkward and electric.

"So..." Dean started, his voice breaking the stillness but faltering halfway through. He wasn’t even sure what he’d planned to say.

You turned to him, startled. For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in a strange limbo where words seemed unnecessary but unbearably important. I love you.

the edge of the couch for dear life. "Uh..." You mumbled.

"Yeah," he replied, though it wasn’t a response to anything. His throat felt dry, palms sweating. He couldn't be like this. No.

Then, he heard his inner voice and kissed you. Thank God Dean heard his instincts because the way you kissed was near to a religious experience.

In a split second, he had you laying on your back with him on top of you, one of his legs between yours as his body laid against yours. As he looked down at you, he felt his stomach twist with both nerves and anticipation.

His hands moved to your sides, digging his fingers so hard that you were sure it was reddened at this point. He couldn't stop himself from touching. As you scratched his chest, he felt like his body was on fire, in the best way possible. You grab the hem of his shirt, pulling back from you but only so you could take it off.

"It's not fair, you're too hot." you commented slightly flustered, amused by his toned almost unrealistic beautiful body under you.

"You're not so bad yourself, sweetie." He murmured back, chuckling quietly, his hands resting on thighs, drawing invisible circles on them.

"Not bad? Oh you're gonna pay for saying that." You shake your head, catching his lips again.

"Oh really? What're you gonna do about it?" He teased, biting your bottom lip.

"Nothing, because i have no fucking idea of what I'm doing." You burst into laughter, resting your head on the pillow. His hands snaked back and forth from your waist to hip. You swallowed, meeting his gaze. “Guide me?”

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his green eyes flicking from yours down to your lips before moving back up.

You nodded and he kissed you again, a little noise leaving the back of his throat when your lips met, his hands moving behind you, squeezing your hips.

When he saw the bra being discarded to the floor, he was speechless. His pupils were blown a little as he watched you, biting his lower lip as his fingers followed the curve of your breasts, cupping them delicately, feeling the skin, memorizing the sensation.

His head was spinning, and he had to slow his breathing, his hands resting beside your head for support as he stared down with a flushed face. “You’re beautiful.”

His lips trailed down from your neck to your collarbone, slowly down and following the curves of your body, until he was kissing along your belly. He could feel your breathing get a little more shaky, and he looked up at you while he kissed along your stomach, enjoying the taste of your skin.

When his fingers downed the tiny lacey fabric off you, he paused, staring your sticky fluid forming a strand glued to the fabric. A proof of how truly aroused you were.

“Please…don't look at it.” You pleaded, attempting to close your thighs together, prevented by Dean's spreading apart again. “It's embarrassing, Dean…”

“It's beautiful.” He sighed, glueing his eyes on your core again, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, increased by his fingertip tracing a small pattern all along your intimacy, snaking to your entrance to collect more fluid just to come back to your pearl, teasing it.

“Dean… you…” your patience was running thin as his unconscious teasing expanded, slowly torturing your aching bud by admiring it.

“Sorry, it's just…” he paused, licking his moistened finger. “I've never had time or concentration to enjoy the moment.”

You smiled, plopping your elbows to see Dean genuinely smiling at you, his eyes full with a true happiness he hasn't felt in many years. Not because of sex, no. It was love.

“D’you mind if I…” he chuckled, flustered. “You know…lick?”

You laughed, throwing your head back, back to his eyes again. “you really asking me this?”

“Yeah, you know, consent.” he shrugged, smiling. You nodded, suddenly being aware of how his body seemed hot judging by his blushed shoulders and desireful eyes.

It was the sign Dean needed for him to get what he craved and didn't even be aware of that. He swallowed and slowly placed his face on your pussy, pressing a brief kiss on the center. He groaned, flicking a soft flat tongue on your core, your back arching with the new sensation.

“Hmmmm…you taste so fucking good.” He grunts, boosting your temperature. You knew about arousal and masturbation, you weren't dumb, but feeling it, feeling Dean, was a completely different thing.

His tongue licked all your extensions, kitten licking your bud and sucking on the right moments when you wanted and didn't even need to say. He knew in his veins what you wanted. He lifted his pointer, as a silent warning he was about to prepare you, carefully pressing against your entrance.

“Dean, oh my…. Jesus…” The moment his finger popped inside, you whimpered, curling your toes as he pumped in and out, preparing you.

Catching your reaction, Dean inserted another finger, burying it deep on you in a fast pace, matching with his smart tongue, where he ate you out like his last meal and all you could think was grinding on his face, longing for more contact.

The first shockwaves of your climax grew, he could feel you contract inside and convulse out, grasping your fingers on his hair to secure you, holding on him while you release the peak of pleasure on him, trembling by Dean prolonging your orgasm working you up. His true desire was overstimulation, seeing you possessed and crazy on his tongue all over the night, but it was your first time. He had to make a good guy pose for once. For you.

His tongue licked you for a last time before he raised, kneeling to unbelt, his eyes never leaving you while he peeled off the jeans of his body, leaving somewhere forgotten on the floor. You opened your eyes for the first time when you cooled down, eyes meeting his cock tantalized behind those boxers.

You plopped on your elbows again to get up. “No, no, no…” he shushed, laying on you again by gently pushing your shoulders. “This night is about you. You can touch me another day, okay?”

“Will it have another day?” You whispered, your eyes igniting more than just carnal, it was hope, longer, everything, everything feeling existing in the world that got Dean lost in that emotional maze of yours.

“Forever, if you wanted to.” He replied, pursuing your lips on the most passionate kiss you ever shared with him. He pushed back slightly to push his underwear down, kicking off to the floor. “Oh,almost forgot.” He remembered, crawling on the bed to reach out his jeans and take a condom out of his wallet.

Dean positionated one of his forearms next to your hair, securing him while he wrapped his cock on his hand. His eyes searched yours, blissed out, longing. You conceded, intoxicated by the excitement. Dean licked his lips, dressing his length. Your eyes shutted when he gently pushed in, splitting you open, scratching your nails on his back.

“You alright?” He panted, a bloom across his cheeks decorated his erotic face, waiting for you getting used to his size.

“Yeah… it's…” you muttered, dizzy. “It hurts, but… it's not painful as everyone said. It 's good.”

“Good?” He echoed, mouth opened with your disheveled face, memorizing you in his mind.

“Good.” you confirm, humming. “Is it…all? Like…you…”

“No.” He chuckled, getting closer, his weight pressing deliciously on your core as he took your hands, interlacing your fingers on him. “I need to push a little more, can you take it?”

“Yeah.” You concur, gasping, feeling his slide his length once more. “move, I… I can take it.”

He nodded, rolling out, grunting with you. He bounced back, filling. You moaned when he popped out once more, pain replaced by pleasure faster than you thought. “hmmm-more…” you whine, panting.

“what?” he croaks silky, sliding back easily.

“More…i want more…” you beg, ordering your eyes to open to emphasize. He felt in heaven, thrusting confidently. “this- Dean…”

You kept moaning, crying out his name like a prayer with each stroke he pumped. Your arms reached his neck, pushing him for a kiss while he rocked his hips frantically, digging his fingers on your waist. Closer.

Your cunt clench and unclenching sequentially with his cock kissing your cervix and all the right spots inside you.

“Dean… I love you…” the truth is revealed by moaning, falling over for your approaching peak again.

“Fuck.” He grunts, shutting his eyes as a smile creeps on his face, pulsing inside you. “I love you, i love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you.” you sob, gasping, rolling your hips together, reaching for your climax and somehow you knew he was close as you. “Dean…m”

“Me too, fuck, me too, darling.” His lips devoured you once again, feverish. Your moans became desperate, coming undone simultaneously to Dean spasming with shutted eyes as he spilled his cum.

He pumped a few more times, stopping only when he softened. You open your eyes, watching him open his slowly. His hands reached your face, wiping the excess sweat off your face with his hands, planting several kisses on you. Dozens, thousands kisses on your skin.

His body flipped around you and yours felt like he never really left, his scent, moist, everything, you felt him, even when he got up to throw the condom on the bathroom’s trash can.

“So… how d’you feel?” He asked, laying on your side again, pushing your boneless-like body for a cuddle.

“I don't know… deflorated?” You joke, giggling, admiring his eyes as you get closer with your chests almost touching.

“Ha ha ha, so funny.” He mocked, giving up for a low chuckle with your playful free behavior, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. “But, for real… you okay?”

“It couldn't be more perfect.” You confess, feeling goosebumps with his innocent touch, a contract with the last minutes. “But seriously, it was perfect. Thank you.”

He lit up, his hand moving to the back of your head to kiss your lips again, your hand resting on his chest. He broke the kiss, gazing at you for a moment before opening his mouth. “Is it serious?”

“What?” You dash, eyeing him. You knew damn well what he was talking about, you couldn't help but hoping to hear him saying again.

“About…” he paused as the vulnerable electricity came back like a wave. “About love.”

You swallow, biting your lip. Being naked wasn't even close to how exposed you felt. “Yeah…sorry. I didn't… I guess I messed up things, right?”

“I love you.” He cut off tenderly, his grin widening with your smile. “Well, loving a witch wasn't exactly on my plans but… you know, things happen.”

“I love you.” You repeated, tasting how every word felt leaving your lips. It was sweet. Sweeter than everything you tasted before, and all you could do was say it again, as repeating was a state for reality. You loved him.

#dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #jensen fanfic #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles fic

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rubywillkins · 3 days ago

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Lando Norris| you belong to me

Pairing | lando norris × female reader

SUMMARY: Recently, you and Lando came out as a couple. Franco Colapinto got to know you, too, from the news, and he started to like you. Upon learning this, Lando tried to make him jealous.

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f1wags omg! we got a new wag hereeeee!!!

Ln4ig she is a true beauty but I am so jealous.

formulanews guys, she is nice but why tf Franco follow her? do they know each other or it's just Franco being Franco

user125 franco u womanizer

landogirl idk why people can't accept the fact that people can be friends too. Maybe Franco and her are just friends. And this post is supposed to be about Lando and y/n and not about Franco following y/n.

⤷thisisf1baby is true but y/n does not follow back Franco. And we all know that Franco has a jolly nature so maybe some of us suspect that.

After about a year of dating me and Lando decided to reveal our small little secret.

And after that, my phone just blew up. out of all the notifications, 1 got my eyes "Babe I think your friend just started following me should I follow back" I decided to ask this to Lando because I never met Franco in person so it was just weird." Nah who followed you?" "franco! you never told me u guys were close" you said. "I never told you because we are not that close. I mean we met a few times on track but we are just colleagues" Lando said a bit irritated. U decided to not follow him back.

This evening you guys have to go to a party related to f1. You decided to wear a tight halter neck ruffle dress with a slit cut right around your thigh. The dress embraces your curves in the right places. Gosh, u were looking beautiful.

Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty. Especially two people in the event. Your boyfriend and Franco. Lando was head over heels for you and so was Franco and Lando can sense that. Boy instinct . he noticed Franco's eyes taking a glimpse of you every now and then. He knows franco was checking you out.

Lando took you to franco with him. "hi mate! how its going" he said while having his hand tightly grabbing your waist. you know what he was doing and you obviously were loving it. you and Lando can clearly see jealousy in franco's eyes. " nice man! your gf is truly beautiful."

"I know right" Lando said.

after some time you guys decided to leave. your feet were hurting because of the heels so Lando decided to hold you bridal style in front of everyone until the car.

it was silent ride to the hotel with his hand not leaving your exposed thigh.

he wasted no time and he just grab you by the waist and you cant even process when you landed in hotel bedroom from your car seat.

he was kissing you. but the kiss was not slow and soft. it was deep and rough. clearly depicting he was in the mood. while kissing he stripped you both. he was giving you rough hickies from your jaw to chest. and chest to stomach while pinching and massaging your breasts. your nipples were as erect as his lil Lando. and he was loving the sight. you were a moaning mess. he slowly moves from your chest to your right breast while kneading your left breast . his one hand was groping your right breast which he was sucking definitely not like a baby. he than moves to your left breast doing same what he did to your right one except his right hand was not on your breast now. from his right hand he starts to circle and massage your clit which was making very very impatient. " Lando baby just put it in" " it? it? you're calling my dick it! you have to wait now" he starts to finger you.in and out. in and out. it was rough but it was so good u were on cloud nine to be honest u were loving it. and when u were just about to cum he put it in. inside of you. you were just surprised but it just felt soo fucking good. he starts to pound in....with his last stroke he said " you are mine.. only mine " after that hugs you. you cant believe that seconds ago he was like a beast pounding in and out you and now he is the same guy who is acting like a baby now... with a small laugh you said "yes i only yours baby I only belong to you" "btw how was it?" you were just so shy to say anything so you just hugged him back tightly.

it was good really good u were moaning so loud that the person who was just beside your room can clearly listen you while burning in jealousyyyy!

F1insider

two guys were seen fighting in a recent event. most of the f1 drivers were there and people are suspecting that its lando and franco.do you guys think its true?

we are good at taking sneek peeks lol.

#lando norris #lando fluff #lando smut #franco colapinto #formula 1 #lando x reader #lando x you

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coastershells · 3 days ago

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D I V I N E . .ᐟ

IN WHICH — dallas has been obsessed with you for months.

⚠️ : uh , smut.. again… and i guess this is similar to the one i posted the other day? but like , this was an ask thrown out to the dallas x reader tag so i’m gonna try to give it justice.

ʚ ɞ / wc : 5.3k

you silently walk down the dark street , and the only possible light is from the moon and the streetlights. And honestly? you’re stupid. well , not really , but you’re walking alone as a greaser. and that’s the number one thing you shouldn’t do.

socs get so bored they would beat up even a girl , it doesn’t matter to them. meaning you’re no different.

it sucks , but you need to see dallas.

recently , your ex boyfriend has been giving you things you don’t even want. flowers , chocolate , anything you could name , he would have it at your doorstep or stashed into your locker. you don’t wanna talk about the amount of times you’ve gotten jealous stares from people around you. but there was nothing to be jealous about.

if you could get rid of him , you would. in a heartbeat. you just want to be left alone.

it’s him who cheated anyway ; he hooked up with another girl , sylvia , you think her name was? though you don’t really care for her. apparently , she was just like that.

you snapped yourself out of your deep thought when you saw a light flicker , and you being paranoid about being out here in the first place , started to pick up your pace.

eventually , you made it to the all familiar building , buck merrill’s place. while you recall dallas working here , whenever he isn’t getting himself into illegal activities , he’s crashing here , or responsibly ( like he promised ) , hanging out with you to keep your ex away at times.

a few weeks ago , you had asked dallas to fake date you so your ex could back off. it worked for the most part , but that didn’t stop your ex from giving you gifts and asking to ‘ just be friends ‘.

even though everyone knows where that goes.

you sigh as you walk up the steps , hand sliding across the rails as you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. you hope it’s heard with how the music is booming , enough to shake the house like you’re in a cartoon of some sort.

the door swings open , you notice it was a girl , but she paid no attention to you , quickly going back to dancing with her friends. you shyly step into the house and close the door behind you. trying your best to ignore the music and the smell of cigarettes in the air , you make your way to the only place dallas would be at this hour.

his room. either sleeping , or smoking.

you don’t knock first , or made any sort of sound to be let in , you just do it.

and of course , you were right. dallas was at his window smoking. the window was slightly open. his back was facing you until you opened the door.

“ hey dallas. “

“ hey. why’re you here? checkin’ up on me? you’re so kind. “ he teases and you roll your eyes.

“ actually , i’ve gotta complaint. “

dallas raises a brow , and makes a weird sound. “ mmh? do tell. “

you sigh and close the door , trying to ignore the way the house is shaking. the ashtray on the edge of the window is slightly shaking as the music downstairs booms. “ you are horrible at fake dating. “ you deadpan and he laughs.

“ sorry , but can i let you know that i’ve never done this before? usually if i’m with a girl , i’m with her. this is different. “

“ exactly my point , dallas. why not just treat me like you would treat your girlfriend? “

he blinks and stares at you blankly. “ well , you aren’t my girlfriend. that’s the thing , now listen , [name] — “

“ dude , fake dating is everything couples do just without the love. think of it like that , would you? “ you groan. it’s one of those nights he’s trying to be smart and make you look dumb.

“ i mean , “ he takes a drag from his cigarette. “ sure. i guess. you complain a whole lot about us not giving off an actual dating vibe. you like me or somethin’? “

you gag. he’s right , but he’s wrong. you would try dating him , but you honestly just wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to give it your all , and knowing dallas , he wouldn’t give anywhere close to anything.

“ no. ew , not in a million years you fucking — you fucking freak! “ you point at him with a scowl , and he smiles , putting his cigarette out and onto the ashtray , he walks over to his bed and kicks his shoes off.

“ mhm. got it. just for your ex. right. okay. “

you nod in agreement , and you begin to head for the door.

“ wait , where are you goin’? downstairs? i didn’t take you for the party type. “ he chuckled at his own joke , and the look on your face was just about the opposite.

“ i’m going home. “

“ at this hour? “

“ i walked here at this hour , for your information. “

“ dangerous girl. come on , lay down. “

“ like.. “ you turn around and point at him in disgust. “ with you? “ he nods and your face does nothing but twist more. “ no. that’s disgusting. id rather walk home. “

dallas sighs. “ you’re crazy , man. you want us to act like we’re dating , then you don’t. could you pick a side? “

“ there’s no one around so we don’t have to act dallas. please. use your head. “

“ alright , if you wanna walk home then go ahead. “ he urges you out , and you do exactly that. he looks pissed that you don’t wanna stay.

such an asshole.

the next day at school went rather smooth , you went to your same classes , annoyed the teachers , hung out with your friends at lunch , and made it to the end of the day.

“ i’ll see you tomorrow , right? “ your friend lorelai asks.

“ yup , i promise. love ya , bye! “ you wave frantically as she walks away , and another voice rings from behind you.

“ hey babe. “ an all too familiar voice speaks out. and you can already feel yourself getting irritated. “ don’t call me that , it’s over between us. cant you just — “

“ got somethin’ for you. “ he says , shoving flowers in your face and you fight the urge to sneeze , or yell. you close your eyes and with an irritated sigh , you push it away from your face. “ i don’t want your shit , please go away. “ you say as you turn and walk away from him. “ ah — wait! “ he calls out and you make an annoyed sound , with a groan , you keep walking.

“ i don’t wanna hear it , fuck off. i’m being nice. “ you roll your eyes as he stutters over his words.

“ your boyfriend is cheating on you. “

“ what? “

you don’t know what to say to that. dallas isn’t your boyfriend , but he’s covering for you. so stuff like this won’t happen.

“ what do you mean? “ you turn around and he sighs in relief when he has your attention.

“ at buck’s last night , i saw you walk in but was too out to say anything. after you left dallas was downstairs and had a girl pinned to the wall. the rest you should know. “

you ball your fist , and you don’t know who to be angry at.

you settle on both.

how could he be so damn reckless?

as soon as you get your ex off your trail , you storm to your house. you look at your calendar and you’re actually quite happy that it’s friday for once. you can sleep all day , maybe hang out with johnny and pony later , get into some trouble with them , or try your best to stay out of it.

though , a part of you just wants to rest for the whole weekend.

you know on monday your ex is going to spread the word , and then he’ll be hot back on your tail again. you wish he would just.. forget about you.

it’s totally not like he’s the one who said you guys should break up after he cheated on you. why doesn’t he go back to the girl he oh so loves more than you?

you get annoyed at the thoughts , and kick your feet on your bed , rambling on to yourself.

until those kicks and your voice came to a stop as you heard 8 knocks in a rhythm on your window.

it better not be dallas — too childish. two-bit , maybe?

you pray that it’s not dallas , or your ex. anyone but those two , fucking anyone.

instead of having to shoo said people away , you figure out it was johnny and ponyboy.

you smile.

“ hey , [name]. “ johnny says in that same voice he always uses. it’s soft , and you can barley hear it while you open the window. ponyboy shoves his hands in his pockets.

“ hey guys , what’s the matter? “ you ask , and johnny shakes his head while ponyboy speaks up.

“ nothin’. just wanted to tell you that we are going to the drive in and wanted to ask you to tag along. “

you hum in response , giving it deep thought. you figured ; you don’t have anything else to do anyway , so you’ll just go.

“ sure , when? “ you glance between the two boys.

“ well , we are just walking around right now , doing random things. if you wanna join that — “

“ don’t make it seem like we are doing bad things , ponyboy. just walkin’ around. “ johnny says scoldingly , and you stifle a laugh.

“ sure , i’ll tag along. just let me put something random on. give me a second! “ you answer and you disappear into your house as the boys wait outside of your window.

you decide on something random , baggy jeans , a shirt that fits nicely on you , and beaten up converse that johnny somehow got for you.

you fix your hair slightly , though nothing big has to be done to it because you had done it in the morning for school.

with that , you grab your wallet , and return to the window.

“ hold this , pony , “ you toss your wallet to him and slowly make your way out of the window. johnny gets close to make sure you don’t fall. you reach up behind you to close the window just slightly , you have to make sure you’re able to get back in without getting yelled at by your parents.

once your out and you fix your shirt , pony gives you your wallet back , and you guys begin to walk away from your house.

“ so where we headed? “ johnny asked seemingly the both of you.

“ i wanna see a fight. “ you say and ponyboy hesitated before nodding , johnny shrugs and agrees.

“ just gotta be out of there before the fuzz pull up. “ johnny says and you genuinely laugh.

you all indeed kept to your word , fights are easy to find around your parts , and it’s like a free movie before you even go to the drive in. in some fights , knives are pulled , guns that aren’t loaded yet scare everyone away , and some used objects nearby. you usually don’t stay for those fights incase it gets too bloody.

night begins to fall , and all three of you began to make your way over to the drive in.

“ you guys know what movie we are watching? “

“ nah man , most of the times i don’t even understand the movies we watch. “ johnny comments as he hops the gate , pony does it flawlessly , and you , lastly , slightly struggle to jump over the fence. they seemed to exchange a glance and stifle a laugh , but you try to pay no attention to it.

as you go to sit down , johnny and pony tell you to find seats and they’ll go and get popcorn , while you don’t want to alone , you shrug and do so anyways.

the movie seems to be some sort of beach movie , telling from the surfing and the screams of the girls. it’s trash , but it’s also the 60s. some said the 2000s are promised to be better. so you’ll go off of that.

you see four open seats in the near front. obviously , there’s only two of you , but the thought of two-bit coming along with the chance is high. so you take a seat in the middle. you sit down and take a view of everyone around you , you see some socs , but for the most part they seem to be behaving slightly well. so you turn from their direction. another group of people you see are greaser girls.

sylvia is one of them.

you scoff and hold your head in your palm , you were getting bored without johnny and pony. how long was the line? you had to have spent atleast 4 minutes looking for seats and sitting there.

“ hey , this seat taken? “

before you register the familiar voice , you speak up. “ uh — yeah , my friends are — “ you look up to the person when something just small clicks and tells you to look.

and you’re not very happy that you did.

“ dallas? “

“ the only one round here , thank you. “ he says , completely ignoring what you had said earlier and taking a seat next to you , wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “ thank god for that. “ you sigh and he seems to just get a little pissed off about it.

“ your ex is here , over there. “ he nods his head in the direction and you dare only look for a second. yup. that’s him. but you still aren’t very happy with what dallas did.

“ oh. “ you shift uncomfortably and slowly nudge his arm off , to which he puts it on again , and this time you actually push his arm away. “ move , please. “

“ what’s with ya? is it over me askin’ you to stay that night? c’mon. bring it in — “

“ get the hell off me , dallas. “

“ so that’s not the problem. what is it , then? “

you shrug and cross your arms. “ nothing. “

“ you actin’ like a bitch ain’t nothin.’ “

“ what did you just call me ? “

before dallas can respond , ponyboy and johnny arrive at the seats.

“ man , we were looking all over for you. “ ponyboy says and johnny heads to the seat on the other side of you.

“ hey dal. “ johnny speaks out and dallas puts up a hand. “ ey’ johnnycakes. “ dallas says as he stiffens up. dallas gives you a look , but you don’t share it , nor do you speak.

you don’t say anything at all for the whole movie.

when the movies are done and over with , bottles tossed onto the ground , and the laughing and crowds die down and leave , all four of you are left walking down the street.

“ you better hurry home , ponyboy , or darry won’t let you hear the end of it. “ johnny says , more than teasing , he seems serious.

“ i know , i know , i’m goin’. “ he waves you all off and you all say your byes.

even though you knew it , johnny was the next to go. he claimed that he didn’t want to head home and made his way to the lot. you offered him to sleep at your house but he nicely declined. and from the looks of it , dallas didn’t seem to like the idea of it either. johnny didn’t notice , somehow.

once johnny was out of earshot , dallas spoke up. and he sounded more than mad.

“ what the fuck is your problem tonight? “

“ what’s my problem? what is your problem , dallas ?! “ you whisper shout.

“ you’ve been acting like an ass , what happened to fake dating? “

you groan and mentally face palm , sighing.

“ my ex said he saw you cheating on me at the party the other night. “

“ what? “ he laughs dryly , amused. “ and you’re gonna believe him over me? what the fuck , [name]? are you fuckin’ — insane? “

you push him away and he frowns. “ maybe i am! now he’ll think we’ve broken up , and i bet he’ll tell the whole school! then it’ll go to flames! “ you sigh. “ honestly , you were no damn help anyways. “ you wave dismissively and turn the other way.

“ alright then , fuck you! you’ll believe your ex over your own friend? maybe you deserve to be humiliated at school. “ he spits , and even though it’s a dagger in your heart , you don’t turn around. your heartbeat is way too fast to that. and there’s no way you can give in.

you try to keep yourself together as you walk home ; you really do. but you can’t. your silent sobs turn into cries , and you just pray nobody can hear you. if they did , you think you would just pass away then and there.

you make it home , and slide open your window , crawling in and collapsing on the floor , and only then do you silent your cries to avoid waking up your parents.

did dallas really mean what he said?

the following day was saturday , but to you it felt like a monday. like you had to get up for something , though you didn’t , you just had an itch you couldn’t quite get to.

you decided that you wouldn’t go out that day , your parents wouldn’t be back til evening , you had just went to the movies , and you felt like absolute shit knowing what was going to go down on monday.

and the fact you had just lost a friend.

maybe you overreacted , sure. but he promised to fake date you and make sure

and to be honest , you loved dallas. you really did.

it started when you first asked him , it could’ve been anyone you could ask , it could’ve been sodapop to make it more believable , or johnny because of how two-bit claimed you both act the same , but you didn’t.

you picked the worst boy in the group , you picked dallas winston. and you believe your so , so stupid —

an object was thrown at your window.

you crack your eye open and hiss when the sunlight invades it. it’s too blurry for you to see anything , so you weakly swat at air.

“ go away.. “ you manage to mutter , but it obviously wasn’t even close to being heard when another series of objects that you make out to be pebbles come in contact with your window.

you sluggishly get up , and stumble over to the window , when you open it , you dodge a pebble without even trying to. you stare blankly behind you , mostly ignoring the person who was throwing things at your window. you hoped it was just a kid , or something , if they left you could go right back to sleep.

you almost didn’t register dallas hopping into your room without a word.

you wanna yell at him , scream , tell him to get out of your house , but you don’t.

instead you silently walk back over to your bed , lift the blanket , and flop onto your bed. you hear dallas light a cigarette , but you tune it out.

you try to tune him out in general , but it obviously doesn’t work when he speaks out to you.

“ hey. could you get up? “

“ that’s a bunch of work , man. “ you grumble.

“ alright , get up. i needa explain myself before you get all grumpy at me again. “

you already are , but without a word , you get up and sit on your bed. you push dallas away so he doesn’t sit next to you.

with a annoyed sigh , dallas begins to speak again. “ look , i don’t know why you would believe that shithead , but i ain’t cheat on you. “ you nod , not really believing him. “ you realize what he’s doin’ , right? he’s trying to ‘break’ us up so he has a better chance again. i was in my room all night. “

when you nod your head again , dallas can tell that you’re blankly not listening , he walks towards you and grabs your shoulders. and at this rate , you being fully awake , find the energy to tell him off.

“ get out of my house. “

“ you aren’t listening to me. “

“ because you’re a liar. i know you. “

dallas scoffs. “ you don’t know shit , clearly. “

“ what do i not know about you , dallas? “

“ hmm , i don’t fucking know , maybe that i’m not lyin’ and you’re believing your stupid ex over me , and the fact that i like you — “

“ what? “

“ wasn’t it obvious , [name]? “ he leans in close. too close.

and you realized all too late , it was obvious.

the way he accepted to fake date you so quick and was so happy about it , the pet names he slipped in every so often , the physical touch , the way he acted around you.

but you had to make sure.

“ like , you uh , love me? “

“ yes , you fucking idiot. i’ve loved you for a long time by now. why would i ruin my only chance to be with you? “ he says , he almost seems annoyed with the way he shakes you.

“ so.. what? “

“ what do you mean so what , you gon believe me or believe your ex? “

you both still in silence , dallas raises an eyebrow when you both make eye contact. you mumble something he doesn’t quite get , and he cocks his head closer to your ear. “ what? speak up. “

“ i said i believe you — i believe you dallas. “

“ it’s dal for you. “

you sigh. “ i’m sorry , dal. i’m sorry for not believin’ you and being an ass. “

“ it’s fine. i’m gonna beat that little shits ass when i see em’ though. “ he says as he backs away from you , and sits on your bed.

“ where’s your parents? “

“ work. wont be back til evening. “

“ evening , huh? “ dallas repeats what you said. “ it’s barley 6am , y’know , that could leave us time to.. “ dallas trails off , and it only takes a second to click what he wants.

“ wha — dallas — already? i mean , are we even — “

“ what we are is up to you , sweetheart. i personally have my own opinions , but your the boss. just make sure you aren’t flirtin’ with any guys , yeah? “ dallas teases and tangles his hand in your hair , you smile nervously , and fidget with your hands.

the action is slowly stopped as he took one of your hands and held it with his other , you jolted a bit when he pushed your head in for a kiss , you could barley catch your breath and the fact that this was the dallas winston giving you a kiss didn’t help with your breathing. when he pulled away , he couldn’t help but laugh at you trying to catch your breath.

“ s’pretty. can’t believe this is all mine now. “ he whispers to nobody in particular and gently pushes you farther onto the bed , and you feel yourself heating up already.

“ is this okay , doll? can i do this? “ he releases your hair and places a hand on your stomach , slowly trailing it up , you get goosebumps but you don’t comment.

“ y — yeah.. please.. “ your plead falls silent as he finds his way to your chest , and massages your breast.

“ tell me if i’m too rough. i don’t mean to be. “ and that’s something you didn’t expect from dallas , you expected him to maybe be rough , and just apologize after.

and that gets you thinking.

does he even know what aftercare is?

it’s honestly harder than you expected to focus on thinking and what he’s doing to you as of now. you thought it was a joke of how hard it is to concentrate in situations like this , but it indeed isn’t. not when he’s still apologizing for the things he said to you , which is surprisingly in itself to get an apology from the dallas winston , but he’s also telling you how great you’re doing and being ever so gentle.

“ dallas — “ he makes a sound of disapproval and you weakly clear your throat. “ dals , can you — can i — have a , uh - like , y’know.. a — “ before you can form the word , dallas’ lips are already crushed on yours , and you can’t bring yourself to pull away again , you just sink into the bed.

dallas removes his hand from under your shirt and he slowly travels his hand lower and lower , eventually finding a grip on your pants and panties at once , and you can’t say that you were ever ready for the way he pulled them both off and discarded them off your bed. in a desperate attempt of covering yourself , you stretch your shirt.

“ don’t gotta hide from me. god , so beautiful , doll. so beautiful. “ he grins as he pulls your shirt out of your hands , you look to the side in embarrassment , and instead cover your face. this time , dallas doesn’t move your hands away.

“ my face not.. “ you trail off as you watch him messily unbutton his jeans through a crack in between your hands , and you shiver as he drops them and you realize that he’s basically already made a wet spot in his trousers. “ wait — holy shit , dal , no warm up? come on — i don’t even know your size! “

you stabled yourself on his arms and he laughs , mixed with an inhale. “ mhm? you still need that even with how your dripping? i’ve barley touched you yet , man. “

you remove your hands from your face , and run one through dallas’ hair , and he removes his trousers. you don’t look down at all , you’re scared to. even as he leans down and goes for your neck , going way too high for any of your shirts to cover.

and you still don’t look. even as he whispers sweet nothing into your ears and slowly slides into you , telling you you’re going to be just fine when your breath hitches and you whine at the stretch.

you feel like your insides are being ripped , in a good way but at the same time , goddamn.

“ y’fine.. just fine.. gonna be alright , gonna be still f’me , yeah? “

you let out a choked moan as he goes for your neck again , except on the other side and lower than the last. when he pulls away , you nod. a very late answer but when he’s inside you and sucking on your neck it’s just ever so slightly hard to talk.

even though you knew he was gonna move eventually , you weren’t ready for it. he pulls out slowly , and like he promised , he’s gentle. a slow pull and a slow push.

“ bet your ex couldn’t do this. “ he groans , lightly picking up the pace as your sounds , aswell as skin going against skin grows with it. “ couldn’t fuck you like i will. “ he laughs dryly , grabbing your waist. you let out a whine mixed with a moan , and you render your hands utterly useless to save you.

it’s not like anyone is home anyway.

“ he couldn’t , could he? hmm ? “ he leans in close to your ear face , and you shake your head , in response , he makes a face of disapproval. “ words , doll , words. “ he urges you , and you have to actually think in order to say your answer.

“ n… fuck — no , he — he couldn’t. “ you gasp out most of the words , and that must’ve riled him up because his pace picked up even more , and at this point , words weren’t even possible. just gasps and moans , and whatever other sounds you could make out.

so much for gentle.

you get a tingling feeling in your stomach , and you notice at some points dallas sometimes gets sloppy and off pace , yet his grunts stay low.

you reach for the back of his head , and try to push it down , which he smiles at and leans down into yet another kiss , though this one is filled with messiness and saliva.

this time you don’t have to struggle for air , the amount of gasps you gave out were probably more than enough.

you whine into the kiss as that feeling in your stomach swirls , and suddenly you aren’t doing such a great job at that ‘ staying still. ‘

the kiss is broken with pants from both of you , what mostly disgusts you are the spit trail that falls right on your chest , even as heated as you are , it still feels cold.

“ e — ew.. dal.. t — that’s.. that’s fuckin’.. “ you try to manage , but you also can’t find it in you to actually complain correctly.

you sigh , and finally relax your shoulders. the pain on your neck doesn’t exactly go away.

you look up at dallas , and he looks absolutely beautiful. the morning sun coming in from your window makes him look like some sort of greek god , except for the fact he sure doesn’t act like one.

“ so.. “ he chuckles. “ how about a blowjob? “

“ dal , i’ll fucking kill you. let me recover. “

what ? uh. i’m not late you’re late hahahahahaha

aaaaaah… this is ass i’m sorry

in all seriousness , sorry for being late !! i fell sick and decided to rot and play roblox instead. yes i still play roblox. fight me if you disagree.

taglist : @mrsdillonx , @r0seb100d , @every1hatesmayaa !!

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston #the outsiders dally #the outsiders #smut #angst #ish? idk #someone sedate me #one day my tags will make sense.

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crybabychim · 6 months ago

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man i wont get over that shit easily

#how to get over a piece of shit of a man #i fucking hate him #and im so ashamed that I keep thinking of him #and that I keep missing him #I blocked him back in january #because he used me to get back at his ex #he tried to make me unblock him twice #it didn't work (I was strong here)#we just came across each other and I made the first move of course #i hoped for a split second that he was single #i mean #that would have explained why he wanted me to unblock him #but my disappointment to learn he only wanted to make his ex (now boyfriend) jealous :)#(yes hes bisexual)#(and this doesn't make him a good man)#(ON THE OPPOSITE.)#btw his boyfriend hates me #hes the most misogynistic piece of garbage ive ever met no wonder he was in the closet for so long #this is embarrassing because I hold on to our good memories so bad #and i genuinely never expected him to treat me this way #like I think he was the only one who never made me feel like an object #and so using me to make his BOYfriend jealous??#gut-wrenching.#but what did I expect!#he doesn't own me an explanation #we were never together #but it was never platonic either lmfao #well... with the things we did/said ... clearly we weren't friends BUT lets not think about that before I start crying #anywayyyy #if you read this well I hope this wasn't too confusing

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silusvesuius · 7 months ago

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nelvas Problematiq*eyes roll back into my skull* *falls flat on my face with cardboard cutout physics* ((7 hours later)) *wakes up in barren wasteland* I know everything now.

#text #hold on having automated nelvas truths #i think if t*lvas ever got a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever (actually he'd be ashamed of being gay ithink but i'll have to think -#- about it🤦‍♀️) n*loth would get so mad at that fact he'd try to hurt his feelings first by saying he's not doing well enough on his work a #- then belittle his relationship in general. The jaw clenching eye rolling white hot rage he feels in himself anytime he hears t*lvas -#- laughing is CRAYZ 😂😂😂😂😂 i fink he'd just hate seeing him happy for any reason because it makes him cringe (in a very broad way)#not because it's t*lvas but bc he just has inset problems that make him hate happy people but it;s worse when it's t*lvas 😊 you feel me #anyways he'd just kill dat girlfriend and spend an hour getting rid of her body. or actually he might be the type to stage it so that -#- t*lvas sees it and is insanely hurt :) so in turn he can use that hurt to soften t*lvas' feelings toward himself when he shows him very -#- very veeeery fake and mild 'support'. that'd traumatize t*lvas so bad that he wouldn't even be against being close to neloff in any way -#- cause he's too busy crying and grieving IO808ITORE5JUDFKGLK bye #nelvas is so powerful because they are the only people in each others vicinity and neloff's grasp on t*lvas is just strong #why are you holding his arm like that bro nobody is gonna take your elven twink away from U #anywasy Yeah.... *proud face* *looking @ my nails*#the natural tsundere to yandere character development pipeline is unrealllll #Neloff is a Jealous Sim

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luvsavos · 1 year ago

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random vent(?) in the tags, feel free to ignore i just have a lot of pent up emotions to get out today apparently

#mar.txt #it's weird being aro(?) and yet also longing for a relationship. maybe its just bc almost all of my friends are in one #maybe it's bc of how easily jealous i get #maybe its the fact that i'm constantly being reminded that i am nobody's most important person. there's always someone more important.#maybe it's just the all-consuming，gaping hole of loneliness within me #idk.#i don't even know if i AM actually aro or if i'm just so demi that i may as well be aro or if ive just had so many bad experiences that it #feels impossible for me to feel romantic attraction #a few of my ocs (shara and the alatreon) are how i think i'd describe myself; aro，but willing to be in a relationship provided the other #person isn't bothered by them being aro，bc they have their own equivalent to romantic feelings #i know i'll never have one though. for all my confidence and whatnot i still very much am insecure about my own loveability. because the #only thing life has shown me is that i very much am not loveable. all the way back in first grade ppl were already using me instead of #actually caring #'dating' me to make someone else jealous. so they could have a drug buddie. a fuck buddie. so they could try to manipulate me into things #because i was a young teenager desperate for validation and to feel like i mattered and belonged and they were nearly adults who knew they #could exploit that. i'm surprised i never had anything happen to me beyond being pressured into trying chew tobacco (awful and disgusting)#and doing it every time i was around my 'boyfriend' and his friends #the only two genuine relationships i had didn't last either; one lost feelings after three years and the other just sorta stopped talking to #me and iirc eventually picked up a boyfriend that was actually local instead of long distance #i am not worthy of love. i will never be loved in the way that my friends are. hell i won't ever even find a qpp(?). and that makes me sad.#to know i will always be alone. that i'm destined to die alone. but it is what it is i guess. i just wish it didn't bother me so much.#i wish i could be content in my loneliness and not be jealous of everyone around me. i wish i could accept that i will never be anybody's #most important person. that the only person i can or will ever be the most important to is myself. self love，yeah? ha.#maybe 2024 will have something in store for me. god i hope it does. but i doubt it will. more of my friends will get into relationships，#those already in them will stay in them and/or take a step forward in their relationship. and i will remain alone. just as i always have.#anyways. sorry vent over i'm just. ugh. upset today. emotions are stupid and i want a refund on them. i did not ask to be saddled with the #burden of feeling such intense，suffocating displacement and loneliness. i did not ask to feel these negative emotions so strongly.#i just want to be someone's most important person. i just want to matter.

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smol-tired-binch-blog · 2 years ago

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hate how im now at a point where im legit like kicking my legs and grinning like an idiot over fictional characters SEND HELP

#take One Guess who im talking about. YES ITS KOI BOI #hes so prettyyyyy and cute and lovely and i love looking at him i wanna hear him speak and laugh and sing just AAAAAAAAAAAA #(turns to my own brain) BITCH WE ARE MEANT TO BE AROACE WHY ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH TWO FICTIONAL CRIMINALS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?????#my brain: (that fuckin anime girl gif from evangelion (i think??))#like fuuuuuck man is it self shipping if u use a proxy? like. hes an oc but he's a stand in for me. he is me and i am him but we also arent #he is his own person and i am my own our lives are very very different but i use him to express love for Mad Dog and Koi Boy #cause they could actually love him if i were in their world i wouldnt stand a chance but my boy has one so he loves them for me #its far easier to imagine him kissing them than it is for me to imagine myself kissing them but that might be because im wired weird #idk it *feels* like it counts yknow. my dumbass out here gettin jealous when i see a Certain Ship cause like i disagree with it on #a Fundamental Level. and on TOP of that half the time the art is so CUTE and im like 'motherfucker that should be ME' or i guess my lad but #STILL am i making sense?? doesnt help that i worry im like. misreading what content i have but also fuck you i can do what i want and also #i get him more than yall kgyugkhjhk (jk jk. Unless) basically when i call them my boyfriends i fuckin mean it #look its Real Missing Nishiki Hours i love him i wanna kiss his perfect face someone shoulda shown him love i could save him and he could #make me worse <3 I Want Him #and do not get me wrong i may be focused on him but Majima is still my wifey too!!! hes mine you cant have her <3 #i just have koi boy brainrot i very much desire them Both (YES THAT MIGHT BE WHY I SHIP THEM TOO LOOK I ALSO THINK THEYD WORK WELL TOGETHER #OR AT LEAST HAVE A FUN DYNAMIC TO EXPLORE I SHOULD DATE THEM AND THEY SHOULD DATE EACH OTHER WE ALL HAVE 2 HANDS)#might delete this in the mornin who knows but im feelin silly i wanna talk about them i wanna talk about my boy but idk if ppl would really #GET IT yknow i can think of maybe Two People and that INCLUDES bestie but just aaaa point is i love my koi boy so much hes so lovely <3 <3

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jonny-b-meowborn · 2 years ago

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I am genuinely so terrified of the fact that I have to find a job now. I'm trying to think of or look up a job that's suitable for my mentally ill autistic ass and I just. I don't know. Everything either requires some very specific qualifications that I don't have, or seems at best awfully exhausting, at worst literally putting me in danger. And I'm not even exaggerating, I genuinely think that working in retail, for example, could possibly kill me if I was forced to do that job for long enough. I sometimes get overwhelmed to the point of crying when there's too many other customers while I'm shopping, I can't imagine working in an environment like that. I suppose physical jobs could work, I've been to this blueberry plantation twice last week and mentally I was fine, but it was. So tiring. And you don't even make that much money a day, I don't think I could earn enough even if I did work there everyday, not to mention it's only a seasonal job. Right now it's fine for me to go there every now and then, but if I wanted to move out and become independent I'd have to get an actual day job. And that sounds impossible. The only job that sounds good to me is being an artist, it's not too mentally or physically difficult, and it's something I enjoy. But I'd have to get commissions constantly or start a small business or something like that to actually survive. And I'm not saying it's impossible, I know that people can live by being an artist, but it's so hard to get into that field. I wish I could do it but I dont know if it's possible for me. Makes me wanna cry. I hate this I hate that my brain isn't suited for this world and still I have to participate in all that shit that everyone has to do. My brain isn't made for working like that

#I've talked about this a lot with my sister who is also autistic #and were both like. on a similar level of autism i dont know how to properly explain it #were functioning in similar ways i guess #and we both agreed that we're in this awkward spot of being autistic #where we're not suited for living in this world the way we're expected #but we're good enough at surviving that we can't really ask for help #like from the government or smth #im not sure if im making sense #but like neither of us ever had a normal job for longer than a few days #she's incredibly lucky bc her boyfriend (also autistic lol) has rich parents #so he's able to have a small business where hes making youtube content and games and merch #and he gets financial support from his parents. so he can have the job he feels comfortable with and enjoys #and my sister is now able to work with him. theyre both making their silly little games and trinkets and are able to live normally #which is just so great for her i love that. im also so jealous lmao #and then theres me who also is made for creating art and not much else but im not lucky enough to be able to do that and survive #idk. my mom is great and doesn't put too much pressure on me. she was the one to take me to that blueberry job #and she really supprts my plans to be an artist full time #but still. thats really difficult to do. ugh #sometimes i wish that i either wasnt autistic at all or was 'less functioning' so at least i could get some help with living #bee buzz

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willowpains · 1 month ago

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we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!

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webism · 4 months ago

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎HOT ROD !

After getting hooked on your taste, pornstar!satoru invites you and your pornstar boyfriend to shoot a threesome in the countryside.

pornstar!suguru x pornstar!satoru x fem!reader | part one, two

cw; ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she/her pronouns used for reader, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (m and f receiving), anal (m receiving), mmf threesome, voyeurism.

The sun has barely risen, the typical tangelo orange of a morning sky is yet to develop—instead, you watch a dull pink canvas the sky, turned more of a rose colour through the car's windshield. Suguru Geto, your lover and costar alike, keeps his hand on your thigh as he drives. Occasionally, he'll tap his fingers against your exposed flesh along to the beat of the old niche rock song blaring through the radio. You have the volume up too high—which isn't good for your ears, but is great for the soul—and the windows rolled all the way down. The wind is in your hair, which aids the setting heat of Summer in Japan. It's quite pleasant out here. You're filming at a location you can only reach through an open road that goes right past some very scenic hills, and you're having a lovely time just enjoying your lover's company. Nothing but the two of you.

That being said—something sits at the forefront of Suguru's mind. You can tell his thoughts are preoccupied, having been with him so long gets you a sweet look into that pretty mind of his. So, when the strings of an electric guitar die out, you turn the radio down and shift in your seat to face him better.

“Cold feet?” You ask.

His hair is up and out of his face, save for a stand that falls over his eyes, though it’s pushed back by the wind regardless. He glances at you, smiles, and looks away.

“I don’t get cold feet," he says flatly, looking at you for half a second before his focus returns to the road. “I'm just interested to see if he'll fuck as good with me there, of if the poor guy will get performance anxiety."

Ah, jealousy it is. The flat kind, because your sweet-boned lover never gets openly jealous. You have to settle for half-bitten quips. You smile, "he didn't seem like the type to get performance anxiety."

Suguru hums in a noncommittal way, his lips pulling inwards. He squeezes the fat of your thigh and taps a finger against your skin. Your skin heats under his touch, it always does. You might earn your living through the most sensual of touches, but none of them quite set you alight like Sugurus does.

Well, except for Satoru. You try to avoid closing your eyes, in fear of being met with the memory of his cock sinking into you rather than the darkness of your closed eyelids. You feel half-guilty, despite Suguru's obvious itch to see you laid out for Satoru Gojo of all people. You know him, you wouldn't be driving forty minutes through the countryside if Suguru wasn't at least a little bit obsessed with the fantasy.

Satoru Gojo, a known name in the porn industry, got to fuck you stupid only a week ago. He had asked you out for drinks after, and though you rejected him verbally, you’re starting to fear that your mind didn’t reject him in the same regard. You had come home that night to your sweet Suguru, and told him all about being hit on by your co-star, to which he laughed.

And oh the irony, that your Suguru was balls-deep inside of you that night when the two of you got an email from Satoru’s agent– an offer, an expensive one. One shoot, a week from then, a threesome between his new favourite love birds and, of course, him.

Suguru remembers Satoru like he was the season prior, like the winter that bled into you, the spring. They did a few films together, Satoru got a little too stuck in Sugurus mind and then, once their contracts were up, they never spoke again.

The rising sun makes him squint against the road— he almost misses the turn off to the countryside estate you had been told to meet at. The place is nice, big, and you’re starting to wonder just how widely distributed this porno will be if the producer is shelling out so much money just for an estate to rent out for half a day.

“With how much they’re paying us, I half expected the budget for location to allow for a crack den at most,” Suguru snorts as he pulls in through the large paved driveway.

“No kidding,” you hum. With this paycheck, you’d just be greedy looking for work in the next few months.

Suguru parks and undoes his seatbelt with a sideways glance in your direction. “We’re a bit early,” he notes. “But it never hurts to get a feel for the place, talk to our co-star for a minute or two.”

You smile. “Mhm, talk.”

“Ready to get fucked for cash?” Suguru snorts, and opens his door to get out of the car. You follow suit, rolling your eyes at his crude words when your feet hit the ground and you’re closing your door behind you.

You walk around the car to meet your boyfriend, and he greets you with a pinch to your ass and a kiss to your temple. You’d recognise something poetic in the contrast of his actions if your mind wasn’t so preoccupied with thoughts of performing for him in only a few moments.

Despite both being pornstars, you rarely take scenes together. Threesomes aren’t a frequent venture— this is something relatively untapped for the both of you. And though you’re sure it would never jeopardise your relationship at all, you can’t help but entertain the worries that creep in. Will Suguru really not mind sharing?

You aren’t sure what’s worse— the thought of him getting overly jealous of Satoru and cutting the scene short, or the thought of Suguru not minding in the slightest as you get fucked stupid by another man. A little possession never goes unappreciated on your end.

“Hey,” Suguru’s silken voice brings you back to the now. “You okay? We can turn around and speed off into the sunrise if you want to leave.”

You grin. “I’m good. Excited, even.”

Your boyfriend nods and leads the way to the estate's front door. It’s closed, which is a little odd considering the production crew will be coming in and out with equipment and the such. You furrow your eyebrows and realise your car is the only one here—maybe you’re earlier than you realised.

“You checked the shoot time, right?” you ask.

“Yes, love,” Suguru makes it to the front door and tries the handle only to find it locked. “Fuck, maybe I should have triple checked.”

He presses a thick finger to the doorbell button and glances to you as the sound of an overly upbeat chime echoes through the estate. Maybe it’s the wrong place, too lavish to be true. Maybe it’s the wrong date, even. Maybe—

The door swings open, and standing to greet you with a knowing grin is Satoru Gojo.

His eyes meet yours first, and then drop to take in the rest of you. Something soft flashes over his face. Lust, perhaps, or appreciation, maybe both. His arms cross over his chest, leaning his body weight on the doorframe as he flits his gaze to your boyfriend, and his eyes return.

“Long time no see, lovebirds. Just on time," he chirps, stepping aside to let you in. "Excuse the mess, I just moved in."

It takes a moment for your brain to register his words, and Suguru is right behind you in thought. "This is your place?" he asks, appraising the foyer as he walks in.

“Mhm,” Gojo replies, and though you expect his lilt to be more cocky, he speaks smooth like silk. “The city is too… busy for me. Plus.. saves a dollar on renting out a house to film in, right?”

You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips: from the looks of his home you doubt he’d blink an eye at paying rent for a night of filming. Still, you don’t know if he’s just trying to show off, or if he really wants his home to play backdrop for the shoot. But whatever the case, he definitely thinks it’s clever on his behalf to lead the both of you here. It worked, you give it to him, but damn.

You look around, taking in everything that catches your eye – the sleek furnishings, a wide kitchen to the left, and an elegant living room straight ahead. All of it feels clean and welcoming. You wonder, idly, what it's like for Gojo to live in a space like this all alone – if he is alone, that is. The question remains unanswered as Gojo leads the two of you down the hall until you reach another door and slip inside.

The bedroom you end up in is stunning; a double bed dominates the centre of the room with fluffy duvets thrown haphazardly over top, whilst the walls are painted a warm, calming shade of grey. The carpet is plush and dark brown in colour, the curtains hanging at either side of the grand windows allow for plenty of natural light to flood the room. There's a tripod set up with a very expensive looking camera pointed directly at the bed: Satoru points to it and grins at you and Suguru, "our camera crew."

You furrow your eyebrows, but Suguru speaks up before you can. "It's just us?"

Satoru nods, crossing his corded arms and he flits his gaze between the two of you. "Yes. I did specify it was a private shoot, lovebirds."

Your boyfriend settles in closer beside you than before, you can feel the heat from his body as he crosses his own arms, a mirror of the white haired man in front of you. "I figured it was a private production shoot," he speaks cautiously. "The email I got was from an agent, not you directly."

Satoru looks unperturbed. "'Course," he says languidly. "She handles all my correspondence."

Gojo turns to the dresser and, from the top drawer, pulls out two white envelopes. Your eyes linger a little too long on his slender fingers as he hands them over to you, one each. As you peek into the envelope handed to you, you find an obscene amount of cash neatly sat inside.

"As agreed, plus... a little extra for the commute," Gojo shrugs. "You can take it and go, if this isn't what you want. If it is, well..." He gestures to the bed. "I'm kinda dying here."

You glance down at his insinuation and find that he's beyond hard. His pants are tight and tented, making his arousal painfully evident. You have to force your gaze elsewhere – to Suguru, who is staring almost shamelessly at Gojo, his brows creased in the middle as he thinks.

The silence is deafening, you can feel the tension rising between the three of you, vibrating off the surface of your skin and permeating the air itself. Suguru seems to have made his mind up, because he turns to you with an awfully familiar look on his face: desire.

"Thoughts, darling?" he asks, and your stomach flips.

There's no point in pretending that there aren't things wrong with how your mind still reels after Satoru's touch. This entire thing has been confusing and disorientating; you're confused about everything – your feelings, your career, your sexual desires – and now, in your current situation, you’re downright torn. And yet, despite that, despite all the questions swirling around in your mind, as soon as your eyes land on Satoru's again – you know you'd die without another taste of his pink glossed lips. That feeling, the desire, the forethought of how he'd pant and whine after you've fucked him senseless – you'll do anything to achieve it.

This doesn’t feel like work anymore, not with the way these two men are looking at you. The camera isn’t even rolling yet, and yet you find yourself ready to fuck them both to the brink of oblivion.

So, without so much as a second of hesitation you pull away from your train of thought and turn to press your lips to Suguru's in a searing kiss. The action, so swift, causes Gojo's breath to hitch in his throat at the sight. Suguru kisses you back, of course, the hand that isn't holding his envelope quickly makes its way to your waistline and pulls you flush against him, leaving nothing but your clothes between the both of you. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck as Gojo watches the two of you intently, gaze burning into the meeting of your lips. You can feel him watching you, his spectatorship dizzying, and you bite Suguru's bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the moan bubbling up your throat.

“Jeez, didn’t know this was a cuckolding shoot,” Satoru sounds whiney, threadbare with lust. “Though I wouldn’t mind that… another time maybe.”

You place a hand on the planes of Suguru’s chest as you disconnect your lips and turn your head to the white-haired pervert with heart-shaped pupils. Your grin is sweet, sultry - "another time, huh?"

You pull apart from Suguru and move past Gojo, making a point not to glance in his direction, until you're crawling onto the bed and turning to rest with your elbows propping you up. Both Suguru and Satoru standing, your observers - admirers, is a sight for sore eyes. The camera sits between them, propped up and set on you. In spite of it, you feel oddly at home. The same sweet excitement builds within you that you normally feel when it’s just you and Suguru at home. You didn't know the air could weigh so intimately in front of a camera.

It takes a moment of staring at you, jaw slack, for Satoru to finally spring into thought. He steps towards the camera, makes sure everything is looking good, and then clears his throat as he presses record. He almost looks nervous, and if he weren't so cocky in his usual demeanour you'd think he's getting cold feet. But you remember the way his eyes glossed when he pushed into you, how that confidence of his melted into carnal need in just one thrust. You know what you do to him, and god does it seem amplified tenfold with Suguru here.

And your black-haired lover must know it too, because the second Satoru makes a move to speak, Suguru cuts him off with a step towards him and a burning kiss pressed to his lips. Satoru's sound of alarm at Suguru's lips on his is almost enough to send you dizzy, but the true aphrodisiac is the sight of your lover taking charge with him; lips locked onto one another, the lewd noises they make as Suguru cups Satoru's face with one hand and scratches into the back of his hair with the other. Satoru's moans become louder and more desperate, as Suguru's tongue explores the recesses of his mouth, sucking hungrily upon the flesh of his lower lip. When the two break apart they're both breathing heavily, panting as they catch their breath. An undoubted look of longing is etched into every last one of their handsome features.

You feel your stomach roil with anticipation as you watch them, realising the camera is only pointed at you, capturing your wanton expression. But then, it snaps, and suddenly your lovers are pulling apart to instead lay their gaze on you, resting back on Satoru's wildly comfortable bed sheets with a lust-driven smile pulling at your lips.

“You’re a fucking lucky man, Suguru,” Satoru coos, blue eyes raking over you in appreciation. You’re hardly undressed, and yet you feel naked under his gaze. “Don’t know how you can do porn when you’ve got such a pretty thing waiting for you at home. It’d ruin my performance.”

“I know,” Suguru says plainly, truly. "You've never been good at multitasking, have you Satoru?"

"Harsh words," Satoru pouts, giving his best imitation of an overly dramatic frown. "I can multitask just fine, do you need me to prove it?"

Without a word further, he plucks the camera from its tripod and points it at Suguru. "For example," he sing-songs, "I can fuck and film at the same time."

“Can’t do it dressed,” you point out, to which both men turn to find you already stripping yourself of your clothes. Satoru turns the camera onto you, finding it a sin to not capture you revealing yourself with such delicate fingers. You look into the lens, eyes sultry as you’re known for doing, and wonder just how many people are going to slip their hands under their waistbands at the sight of you.

Once you’ve laid yourself bare, your naked skin feels static with the tension in the air, you reach your hands out and make grabby-hands at Satoru. “Pass the camera,” you hum. “It’s your turn.”

A glance between themselves, and then Satoru is leaning over the bed to slot the camera in your hands. It’s heavier than you’d thought it would be, but feels nice and cooling against your otherwise sweaty palm. Satoru’s fingers brush over yours as he hands it over, something electric stills the room for a moment, and then he pulls away with a cough.

He hadn’t realised that Suguru had fallen into place behind him, because when he steps backwards and his back hits your boyfriend's chest, Satoru gasps. You capture the pink blush that speckles at his cheeks, and the beautiful way in which Sugurus hands snake around his body to caress down his chest.

Suguru has always been gifted in the way of sparking intimacy. It’s why the porn he shoots is usually so artistic, he’s sensual. And Satoru, not for the first time, is falling victim to his seductive ways. The gentle traces of his fingers down Satoru’s chest is testament enough to just how narcotic Suguru’s touch is. When he reaches the hem of his shirt and starts lifting upwards, unwrapping his next meal, Satoru can’t help but lift his arms and help move the process along — he’s feeling beyond restless.

Now exposed, Satoru’s chest and torso are now at the mercy of Suguru’s searing touch. Each trail of his fingers down the white-haired man’s chest, each tweak over his surprisingly sensitive nipples, each rough kiss against the column of his neck, they all elicit the most pornographic moans from Satoru Gojo’s throat. You study them both through the camera’s screen, and watch as Suguru presses his lips against Satoru’s ear.

He speaks in hushed tones, enough so that you know the camera isn’t going to pick up on his words. You can hear them though, only just, they're low and sensual and entirely full of sin. "You're lucky I'm letting you fuck my girlfriend for a second time," he purrs. "You know, she hasn’t stopped thinking about your last shoot. We watched it together the other night, I matched your rhythm, let her pretend it was you. She’s obsessed."

You're almost embarrassed by the confession, a burn sheens your skin, but the way Satoru's eyes darken impossibly further calms you. Suguru grins, catching your gaze from over Satoru's shoulder, and presses a kiss to his earlobe. "It brought me back, too," he says. "To when I got you to myself. You remember our films, hm? You're just like she is."

Satoru nods, the tips of his ears turning redder. His breathing is shallow, ragged, needy; and in a split second he's turning around and returning his lips to Suguru's. Desperate hands lift at your boyfriend's own shirt, exposing his tattoo-laden skin underneath. His jeans soon follow, and then so do Satoru's pants.

For a moment it's just the two of them, all clothes bar their boxers discarded to the floor and hands exploring bare skin. The warmth of Satoru's fingers digging into his chest, his ribs, his hips, the hard planes of his body, their bodies pressed together as if to become one. Their lips connect again, hungrily, their teeth knocking together with every brush of tongues. Satoru takes Suguru's lower lip between his teeth and bites hard enough to elicit a choked groan from the back of Suguru's throat.

And when they part, it's obvious just how much heavier the air has gotten. Suguru turns your white-haired tryst and pushes him towards where you sit on the bed. "Move your ass before I fuck that too," he deadpans.

Satoru doesn't blush like you expected he would. Instead, he grins. "That would be a big change from last time, don't you think?" he sing-songs, eyebrows raised as he steps further towards the bed. "Or maybe you don't remember crying from how well I stretched you out, I sure do, all pretty and—"

This time Suguru does flush crimson, and you laugh out loud at this revelation. "I didn't know you bottomed for him," you shake the camera a little with your laughter, capturing the way Suguru glares at Satoru from beneath long eyelashes, "that's something I've got to see."

"Hah," Suguru climbs onto the bed and snatches the camera from you, settling on his knees as he points it down at your form. There, his fingers graze lightly against your bare skin, making you arch your back in anticipation. "Tough luck, pretty."

His black boxers are beyond tented, and he slips them off easily enough, allowing his cock to spring free, perfectly poised and ready for your hand. The sound of Suguru's moan as your fingers wrap around his length is paired with the shuffle of Satoru climbing onto the bed too. He hovers above you for a moment, watching you stroke Suguru through the camera, before taking it from him with a grin.

Satoru returns the camera to its stand and checks its positioning before climbing back onto the bed and settling himself just behind you. You turn to smile at him, and then gasp as his hands tentatively find your shoulders. He peers over you, to the sight of Suguru’s drooling cock in your hand, and presses a kiss to the skin just under your ear.

“You know I’m fucking obsessed with you, right?” He purrs, glancing down to your boyfriend's cock before pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you. I dreamt of breaking you and your boyfriend up until I found out it was Sugu, here. Wanted you all to myself, pretty thing, but I think I’m happy enough to share now, because god do I want to see your lips wrapped around his cock.”

“Mm,” you hum, turning your head to meet his gaze. “You haven’t even kissed me yet, and you’re making demands?”

Satoru smiles, his lips glossy and so perfect you could cry. “I want to taste him on you.”

His words light a fire in your core that licks through your body, ravenous. You can't help but oblige at his words, returning your gaze to sweet Suguru before dipping your head down and pressing a chaste kiss to the weeping tip of his cock. Suguru and Satoru both inhale sharply when you do so. You wet your lips with your tongue and then meet his cock again, drawing lazy circles across his tip before closing your lips slowly, reverently around the shaft of Suguru's cock.

Satoru's hand pushes down a little on your shoulder, and you're forced forward onto your lover's length. Your moan betrays you and sends narcotic vibrations down his shaft, making Suguru grunt and buck his hips forward a little. Satoru, who remains behind you, gently takes hold of your hips and manoeuvres you into more of a doggy-style position — your fingers splayed over Suguru's thighs to try and find purchase as Satoru leans over you.

Gojo's chest presses against your back, skin-to-skin intimacy broken by the feverish kisses he presses to the back of your neck, down to your shoulder blades, your spine, His kisses become hotter, wetter, open-mouthed as he moves down to your waist, large hands playing with the flesh of your ass as he kisses a path down. You moan and shift against his grip, moving your hips in an effort to push yourself back against his boxer-clad erection, but Satoru only snaps you forward, and you choke a little as you're forced to take Suguru's cock even deeper down your throat.

"Fuck," Suguru hisses, pretty purple eyes meeting yours as you look up. Drool glosses his length, slick and hot and heavy against your tongue when he finally gives you a moment to breathe.

Your mouth immediately goes back to work again once your breathing steadies, hollowing out your cheeks and dragging him down, deeper, faster, more desperately. The receipt of pleasure etched into Suguru's tight-wound face is enough to spur on your own needs, but you nearly choke when Satoru Gojo bites into the fat of your ass. Your body arches up and you squirm and whine, but Satoru is relentless, licking over the indentations left behind as Suguru snaps his hips into your open mouth over and over again.

You barely have room to move before Satoru is pushing your knees apart with a strong hand, the heel of his palm firm against your ass as he spreads you open. He takes a moment, heavy breaths fan against your exposed slick, and you’re suddenly all too aware of yourself. You’d protest, tell him not to stare if your mouth wasn’t full with your heavy-lidded lover's cock. You don’t even know why you’re embarrassed — you’re a pornstar, your job is to lie subject to the most intimate of ogling.

Your thoughts melt into the bedsheets, however, when Satoru groans and connects his lips to your pussy. Stupid off the taste of you alone, he whines against your slick heat, enamoured. His tongue flicks over you, circling your clit repeatedly and making your insides burn. You moan, and it comes out muffled and breathless around Suguru's dick.

"You taste so fucking good," Satoru speaks against your cunt. One hand slips between your legs, running two fingers through your folds in collection of your arousal, whilst his other hand tugs down at his own boxers, pulling his cock free and growling against your pussy as he starts to stroke at himself. "Fuuuuuckkk..." He pushes two fingers into you, easy with just how wet you are, and curls them in tandem with each pump of his cock.

Each thrust of his fingers pushes you just that little bit further onto Suguru's length. And you're thanking god that he's there, because without his muscled thighs to hold onto, you fear you’d be fucked too dizzy to keep yourself upright. You figure you must look a mess now, hair mussed and eyes bleary and drool rolling down your chin and all over Suguru's pulsing cock.

You feel pathetic with how quickly your orgasm crests. Satoru must feel it too, how you clench around your fingers, the subtle tremor in your thighs, because his tongue only speeds up in its assault. He's still stroking himself, keeping you open and willing as he sucks your clit harshly. Once you're right at the brink, teetering off the edge of ecstasy, Suguru pulls out of your mouth and leans down to crash his lips against yours.

"Come," he orders into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. "Come for us, darling, come on now."

You're overwhelmed by Suguru's rakish lips over yours, and Satoru's relentless tongue over your sex. Before you can even try to present yourself for the cameras, you're cumming, hard. You writhe against Suguru, and your nails scrape across his thighs until you can hardly draw breath. The world slows down around you, leaving nothing but pleasure to consume.

"Holy shit," Satoru’s breath comes out in a hitched sort of laughter as he pulls back, not bothering to wipe away the sheen of your lust that coats his mouth and chin. “My head’s spinning, I think I’m in heaven. Do I still have a pulse?”

He makes a show of checking his pulse, despite the way you roll your eyes. You’re still coming down from your climax as Suguru peppers feather-light kisses over your face. Satoru, feeling more hungry than doting, brings his two fingers to his own mouth, licking them clean. Suguru catches sight of the action and gently pulls back from you, something knowing in his eyes.

You assume he’s going to redirect your head back to his cock, let you finish your job, but instead he tuts and nods his head to your shared tryst, who is still diligently working at tasting you some more on his fingers.

“Think someone’s a little pussydrunk,” Suguru grins, and you do too at the sight of Satoru Gojo so blatantly desperate for more. Your eyes drift down to his cock, long and hard and weeping with precum.

Though, you don’t want to neglect Suguru, so you turn back to him — “you didn’t finish,” you make a move to reach for his cock, still rock hard and achy-looking, but your lover shakes his head gently.

“Got other plans,” he nods subtly to Gojo. “How about we show our stalker here just how much better the real thing is?”

You grin, catching onto his drift, and watch over your shoulder as Satoru rolls his pretty blue eyes. “You know, I’ve had the real thing, from both of you.”

“You haven’t had both of us,” Suguru shrugs. “And I know you’ve fucked your fist to the thought of it. Don’t lie, or you won’t enjoy this as much as you could.”

Satoru’s loaded remark gets stuck in his throat as Suguru pulls away from you entirely, though not without a gentle kiss to your forehead first. He stands by the bed, rolls his shoulders and nods to Satoru — “go on,” he gestures to you, still on your hands and knees. “Taste me on her lips.”

Satoru would probably blush if he weren’t so dedicated to the promise of a taste, because he’s got a hand under your stomach and is flipping you onto your back with ease in only half a second. You sigh at the reprieve of the strain on your hands and knees, and revel in how soft Satoru’s mattress is, when he’s collapsing on top of you with a strangled growl and his lips are meeting yours.

It’s a strange thing, to taste both Satoru, yourself, and Suguru at the same time. You taste Satoru in the way he kisses, hungry and listless, with knocking teeth and exploratory tongues. You taste Suguru in the remnants of his cock in your mouth, the precum that has coated your tongue, mixed with your saliva that now mixes with Gojo’s. And you taste yourself glossed on Satoru’s lips; your climax, the buildup of pleasure he had gifted you with both his mouth and fingers.

A strange mix, maybe, but a perfect one nonetheless. You have to close your eyes to stop yourself from growing too dizzy, and also partly to stop yourself from worrying too hard — how were you meant to enjoy anything to its full potential now that you know how this tastes?

Satoru’s cock presses against the inside of your thigh; you can feel the gentle thrum of its pulse — a testament to his aching need. His arms box you in on either side, settled comfortably between your still-shaky legs. When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects your lips to his, and his eyes are darker than you remember.

“I need to be inside of you, need. You’re fuckin’... god I can’t think.”

As if by instinct, your legs part further, allowing him the access he so craves. It’s a fluid movement, the way he moves one hand down to direct his cock to your slick folds. He rubs himself against you, his tip kissing your clit teasingly. You suck in a shaky breath between parted lips, and when he doesn’t hurry up despite his desperation, you feel like you could cry.

Though, before a complaint can leave your lips, you're watching as Suguru joins you two on the bed, kneeling behind Satoru and running his long fingers gently down the white-haired man's bare back. Satoru's head falls forward at the touch, and as your boyfriends hand runs lower and lower on his back, you realise exactly where this is going.

"You're gonna fuck her good," Suguru purrs, graceful in his touch. "Because I'm going to help you -- that okay?" He reaches back up, brushing his knuckles from between his shoulder blades, down the curve of his spine until he reaches his tailbone.

Satoru's eyes are locked on yours as he answers your lover. "Yes," his exhale is beyond needy. "Please, god. Yes."

And from there, things move with practised ease. It feels normal to submit yourself, your body, to Satoru. As Suguru takes hold of either side of his waist and guides him into you, the stretch is searing. You remember just how hard it was to adjust to his size the first time, having to try and keep your face melted neutral for the cameras. You don't feel that same pressure now, despite Satoru still filming, and your nose scrunches up at the feeling of Satoru inside of you.

"You're..." you try, words stuck in your throat as Suguru pushes Satoru's hips into yours a little more. "Please."

Satoru takes control of the pace, his breath hot and heavy on your cheek, his body moving in sync. You moan as he starts thrusting slowly in and out, stretching every muscle in your body as you get used to the feeling. With every thrust, you feel him getting harder and deeper within you, and his mouth dips down to trail along the sensitive skin on your neck.

It's a narcotic, the way he fills you. He's longer than Suguru, though not quite as thick, but he reaches depths that aren't typical for you. As he sheathes himself deeper and deeper inside of you, with the help of Suguru's hands on his waist, You slowly become spineless; relaxing into the pleasure of his sweet push and pull.

Sweat beads at your skin as Satoru quickens the pace, pulling out and plunging back in again with unbridled whimpers as Suguru works on taking his fill. Your boyfriend, domineering though still gentle, starts working your tryst open with one of his fingers.

"Ah- fuck," Satoru's words are heady with need, the initial discomfort of Suguru's fingers pushing into his ass are quickly forgotten, replaced with a deep yearning for more sensation. It sends his hips snapping into yours, bottoming out inside of you at such depths you can't help but cry out. It's a symphony of wetness and gasps of air, each syllable punctuated by Satoru's frantic movements. Your body grows tighter and tighter around Satoru with every pass as he gets worked open so beautifully by Suguru.

Your mind is clouded by everything Satoru has done to you and by the sheer force of him filling you with his cock and all that comes with it. You're completely and utterly lost in the moment, consumed by Satoru, who is consumed by Suguru, who is consumed in the pleasure of serving you both in turn.

"More," Satoru is barely able to get the word out as he slams deeper and deeper inside of you. "Fuck, more."

And Suguru isn't one to deny a pretty thing like Satoru such pleasures; he's pulling his fingers out of him in seconds and replacing them with the head of his cock at his ass. Suguru is gentle, but unrelenting as he thrusts himself into Satoru in one fluid motion. The pressure is enough to prick tears at Satoru's pretty blue eyes, which you reach up and wipe away from underneath him.

A moment is shared, a chance for Satoru to breathe the best he can, before he's testing the waters and pushing back a little, onto Suguru's cock, before thrusting his hips forward, into you.

This is ecstasy incarnate. The two men seem to merge together, their bodies melting as they meet. Suguru fucks you through Satoru, each thrust into him is a thrust into you, into the both of you. It almost hurts, you'd wager, the way your whole body throbs in synchronization with theirs, the way Satoru moans as Suguru drives you both to insanity. It's a weird way to connect with your lover, but one that works nonetheless, the both of you seem to share an awful yearning for the man sandwiched between you, fucked mindless.

And then he's driving your entire being towards the edge, and you feel the orgasm coming on, the rush of blood to your head, your muscles tightening around Satoru. It's a strange feeling of being connected to something bigger than yourself, a system working in tandem with each other to chase climax, but it's a feeling you're quickly growing addicted to. It's warm, it's comforting, and most importantly, it's yours. This man right here, his body pressed tight between yours and Sugurus, is yours. Even if only for the early morning.

"Gonna cum," you whine, lips ghosting against Satoru's. He nods, eyes locked onto yours.

"M—fuck—me too, baby. God, you have to let me come inside of you, doll, can't deny me, please. You—"

"You better," Suguru cuts in, his voice biting from behind Satoru. He thrusts sharply into Satoru, sending him keening forward into you, pressing right into your sensitive g-spot as Suguru hits his prostate in a mirrored pleasure. "Wanna watch you claim her," he bears down, "gonna fill you up, you fill her — watch her face, Satoru. Watch what you do to her."

You gasp as Satoru's fingers dip down to rub frantic circles over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm with each knock of his hips into your, of Suguru's into his. the room is filled with a chorus of moans and whines and desperate pleas for more and more and more. You know you'll never recover from this level of arousal if you don't come soon, but before you can find purchase in your body and begin your descent into bliss, Suguru is first to come undone.

His hips snap forward into Satoru, head craning into his neck, biting down on the muscle of his shoulders for some sort of physical gag — ever the one to stifle those beautiful noises of his. And the feeling of being filled in such ravaging volumes must be enough to send Satoru over the edge, too, because he's knitting his eyebrows together and cumming ropes into you in only moments.

"Fuck," he whines, once again tears prick at his eyes, overwhelmed by the duality of his pleasure, of you and Suguru, so close to you but also never close enough. He wants to be one with you, a complete unit, bound by sex and soul and the sweet sounds of the most powerful orgasm he's ever had in his life.

You come in tandem with him, it's completely blinding. Your legs fall apart as you cry out, nails scraping across Satoru's bicep as the world melts away and the sensations start swirling about in your mind's eye and the last thing you register is Satoru collapsing forward, breathing raggedly into your ear.

You catch the salty flavour of him as you suck in a lungful of air and smile in response, fucked stupid and blissful and never ready to give this feeling up. Never ready to give anyone else this feeling- god, you already despise whoever gets to taste Satoru Gojo next.

Suguru has to pull out of Satoru slowly, and you wipe at his face with the pad of your thumb when it scrunches up in protest of the loss of Suguru’s stretch. Before he can truly call the scene over, though, Satoru leans down and presses the most gentle of kisses to your lips. A myriad of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’s spill from his tongue as he does so, each word cut by a kiss to the expanse of your face.

And when he pulls out of you a sickening gush of his cum follows. It spills from your aching pussy and onto the bed sheets beneath you, though Satoru doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He swipes his finger through the mess he’s made of your sex, smiling when you hiss at just how sensitive you are, and brings his cum-coated finger back to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

Your stomach flips at the sight. Great, he’s gone and fucked you lovestruck.

“Satoru,” a clean voice cuts in. Your head constricts in your fucked out daze when you turn to see Suguru standing by the tripod, his eyebrows raised and pretty purple eyes beyond amused. “It’s not even fucking recording.”

Instead of being confused, Satoru looks sheepish. He flops down onto the bed next to you, eyes glossy and cheeks blushed pink. “I…. can explain? I think I’d rather die than share the two of you with the world. But I’d really die if I didn’t get my hands on you both.”

You meet your boyfriend's gaze. Something passes between you, something knowing. In a weird, probably unhealthy way, you both feel the exact same. This was never a scene for the cameras, anyway— not when such strong… feelings are involved.

“I’m not proposing marriage here,” Satoru huffs when he catches onto your shared gaze. “I just, you enjoyed it, right?”

You giggle from beside him, your sweat-soaked skin cool against the air. Suguru chimes in with his laughter, melodic and beautiful. He folds his arms and watches the two of you laid across the bed.

“Let’s get you both cleaned up, then,” Suguru hums. “I’m not fucking either of you again until we’ve shared a shower.

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sukunasweetheart · 29 days ago

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Boyfriend kuna who has the pleasure of meeting your giant domesticated cat that looks exactly like him (but no one actually sees the resemblance except you..)

"That fucker is big. You sure it's not some wild feral cat?"

"Don't call him a fucker! And he's not feral... not anymore, at least."

Kittykuna seems indifferent to your cooing and doting as he remains in a loaf position, and something about the scene feels strangely familiar...

Kittykuna makes eye contact with sukuna - and then hisses.

"... i can see that he's certainly friendly."

"Oh, dont be like that. It took me ages to get close to him as well."

Kittykuna seems very protective of you. Whenever you're lounging about in the living room, he will curl up on your lap or in your arms, and make biscuits on your plush body while making eye contact with sukuna, purring. It mildly pisses him off, but he can't make it known that he's even remotely jealous of a cat.

They clash a lot, you often hear sukuna cursing under his breath and verbally chastising your cat, but their harmless beef and the way he will sometimes return with little scratches or bite marks on his arms make you laugh so hard. It takes a few weeks for them to warm up to each other.

It's very entertaining to watch kittykuna obscure sukuna's vision with his tail when he's lying down to watch tv. He takes his revenge later on by pretending to give him treats, only to hover it away from him. You have to intervene in the end, to scold him for teasing your cat too much.

Sukuna then comes up with a brilliant idea of getting a second cat.

"Don't you think it's a bit boring for him being alone in the house all the time?"

"Really? I don't know... he can be a bit territorial, I'm worried he won't get along with a new cat well."

"Never know 'til we try it."

And then, well, sukuna ends up bringing another cat home. Of course, you don't notice it, but she resembles you.

It takes time to properly and slowly introduce the new cat to your home and to kittykuna. They're both very cautious of each other at first. But you soon see the ice melting, with them gradually becoming comfortable enough to be in the same room, to sharing toys, eating meals together, and then finally beginning to groom each other.

In fact, you find that they soon become inseparable. You've never seen kittykuna become so clingy before. It's like every other day that you see him licking the other cat's fur in his arms, while it purrs contently with her eyes closed.

Sukuna seems proud of himself.

"What did i tell you? He was lonely."

"You didn't say lonely. You said bored," you correct him, crossing your arms.

"Whatever you say, princess."

Watching the cats be all lovey dovey makes him feel like doing the same...

Months later, it soon comes to your attention, that the newer kitty has gained a bit of weight. When you and sukuna take her to the vet (to kittykuna's displeasure) you find out that she is pregnant.

The gasp you let out is dramatic, and sukuna can only laugh as he shakes his head.

"The two of you have been up to naughty things while we weren't watching..." you tell the cats with your hands on your hips. You should've seen it coming, from the way kittykuna always seemed to mount the new cat possessively.

Though you are really excited to see the newborn kittens soon...

"Leave them be. In fact, don't you think they're good role models for us...?" Sukuna recites in your ear teasingly, deeply chuckling.

"I don't know what you mean..."

I suppose you're about to find out exactly what he means tonight...

#sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

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cumironi · 3 months ago

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I CAN F☆CK TREAT YOU BETTER g. satoru

☆ sum. you and gojo were all alone, no geto around, just the two of you— all alone, in the bed, kissing, make out under the glisten of the dim lights, under the blanket.

warning. established relationship au, fem! reader, pet names, nipple-plāy, unprotected sēx, gojo is jealous because you love geto’s broodiness, i need thissssss

there is one thing about you that your two boyfriends never get used to, even though you’ve spent years dating: whenever one of them goes on a mission for a few days and it’s just you with one of them, you become a different person. you’re more clingy, more affectionate, more romantic and sweet, making them fall in love with you all over again.

just like right now, you were laying on your side, face to face with gojo. it was just the two of you for a few days before geto had to leave for a mission, which meant you both had a lot of time to enjoy each other’s company.

the two of you didn’t say anything, just looking into each other's eyes, your cheeks flushed against the soft pillow under the gentle blue light of the moon. the quiet moment wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his gaze held a mix of adoration and curiosity. it was in these moments that you felt the most connected, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

you reached out, fingers brushing against his cheek, marveling at the way his expression shifted, softening as he leaned into your touch. “you know, i could get used to this,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. gojo chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

gojo found himself lost in the depths of your eyes, captivated by their warmth and tenderness. he let out a soft sigh, his fingertips tracing patterns on the bare skin of your arm, relishing the sensation of closeness between the two of you.

he chuckled at your words, his hand moving from your arm to the side of your neck, his thumb tracing soft circles against your jawline. “you get so clingy when it’s just us,” he teased, a playful smirk on his lips. “are you complaining?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to meet his gaze, a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes.

“absolutely not,” he replied, his smirk widening as he shifted closer, the tips of both your noses just barely touching. his fingertips grazed the top of your cheekbone, his gaze never leaving yours.

“in fact, i quite like it,” he continued, his voice dropping to a softer tone. “it’s like i get to see a side of you that’s meant just for me. and that’s a privilege i’m not gonna take for granted.” gojo’s eyes flicked over your face, studying the way the soft moonlight illuminated your features. the two of you were so close that he could see every small detail of your expression, each flutter of your eyelashes, each subtle shift in your expression.

he couldn’t help but be captivated by you, by the way you responded to his touch, by the way you looked at him with such open affection. he leaned in just a little bit closer, his breath fanning across your lips. “you know,” he began, a hint of teasing in his voice, “if suguru was here, i wouldn’t get to have you all to myself,” he finished, his hand moving to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of your cheek.

a small, almost possessive smile played at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer still, his forehead touching yours, his nose brushing against yours. “and i’m kinda selfish when it comes to you.”

you chuckle, feigning a pout as you replied teasingly, “well, you know, i can give just as much attention to one of you without the other sulking and pouting about it.” you mutter between your smile. the tip of your index finger poking his dimple.

gojo chuckled at your teasing, his smirk only growing wider. “oh really?” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “you’re telling me you could give us both equal attention without playing favorites?” he leaned into your touch, his dimple indenting a bit more as you poked it. “i’m pretty sure i’ve seen the way your eyes light up whenever suguru walks into a room. you’d always choose him over me.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle, scrunching your nose playfully at his accusation. your fingers danced lightly over his chest, tickling him just faintly as you replied, “it’s not my fault that suguru is so dreamy and handsome and soft!” you flashed him a teasing grin, enjoying the way his expression shifted, a mix of amusement and mock jealousy. “i mean, can you blame me? he has that whole brooding look down to a science,” you added with a dramatic sigh.

gojo let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended. “oh, so that’s how it is? you like geto more because he’s brooding and brooding is attractive?” he feigned a pout for a moment before his smirk returned, his hand moving down from your neck to rest on your hip, his fingers drumming against the skin. “well, you know what? i can brood too, you know. i can be serious and intense.” he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping another octave. “can geto do this?”

and before you could respond, gojo’s lips were on yours in a searing kiss. it was a possessive kiss, his hand gripping your hip tighter as his tongue flicked against your bottom lip, seeking entrance. he pressed into you, his body almost fully on top of yours as he deepened the kiss, his free hand finding its way into your hair, tangling among the strands.

he broke the kiss, but only to kiss down the side of your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. he sucked on your pulse point, his teeth grazing against it, his hand on your hip moving up your side to lightly brush against the underside of your breast.

gojo’s fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of your jawline as he pulls away, his touch sending shivers down your spine. he shift back onto his sides before continued to gaze at you with an intense, brooding look, his eyes locked onto yours.

“i can brood just as well as he can,” he said again, his voice still soft. “maybe even better. i just choose not to, because i think it’s more fun to make you laugh.” he leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “so, have i won you over yet? am i brooding enough for you?” a warm smile coloring his handsome face.

you couldn’t help but giggle at his faux broodiness, your heart fluttering at the way he was trying so hard to be serious and sexy.

you reached up a hand, cupping his cheek as you studied his expression, his sharp features framed by the moonlight. “oh, definitely,” you replied, your tone playful and lighthearted. “i don’t think i can handle that brooding stare of yours. it’s just too intense.” you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, your thumb caressing the high line of his cheekbone.

“but,” you added, a sly smirk playing at your lips, “i might need a little more convincing. just to be sure.” your hand moves down from gojo’s cheek to his chest, your fingers brushing against the firm muscle hidden beneath his shirt. your touch is light, teasing, your fingertips tracing circles over his pecks.

“you know,” you continued, your voice lower now, “i think you’re being a bit too clothed for this little demonstration.” you glanced down, noting the way his shirt was still very much on, preventing you from fully appreciating his toned physique.

gojo’s eyes darkened at your words, a smirk tugging at his lips. “too clothed, huh?” he repeated, his hands immediately going to the hem of his shirt. he pulled it off in a swift, fluid motion, flinging it carelessly onto the floor. the moonlight illuminated the planes of his chest and abdomen, his muscles flexing under your gaze.

your eyes roamed shamelessly over the expanse of his bare torso, taking in the dips and curves of his muscles. it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked, not by a long shot, but the sight of him like this always seemed to make your heart race. you reached out, your hand tracing a slow, languid path down his chest and stomach, following the sculpted ridges that disappeared beneath the waistband of his joggers.

gojo chuckled, the sound deep and rich in his throat. “you like what you see, huh?” he teased, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, pinning your hand to his chest. he shifted closer to you, his breath warm against your neck. “well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, “i think you’re being a bit too clothed as well.”

a shiver ran down your spine as gojo’s breath ghosted over your neck, his words sending a spark of anticipation through your body. you tilted your head, exposing more of your skin to his teasing touch, your eyes fluttering shut as you relished in the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear.

“oh, am i?” you replied, your tone lilting with playful coyness. “i suppose you’ll have to do something about that then.” gojo smirked, taking the hint as he slowly pushed you back onto the bed, his body caging you in as he leaned over you.

his hands were everywhere, skating over your arms and your sides, skimming over the edges of your clothes, fingers tracing over every curve. he reached your shirt, his fingers catching on the hem. he tugged at it, pulling it up over your stomach and ribcage, revealing more and more of your skin.

he leaned down, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, his mouth warm and soft against your skin. he moved lower, his hands sliding the rest of your shirt up and over your head, casting it to the side. his mouth followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the slope of your breast, his teeth grazing over the fabric of your bra. he reached around your back, his fingers hooking into the hooks of your bra. dextrous fingers nimbly work to undo the fastening.

as gojo’s mouth and tongue lavished your body, his hands worked to free you from the confines of your bra. you arched your back, your breath coming in soft gasps, your body responding to his every touch. he was gentle but insistent, his fingers moving with practiced ease, like he had been doing this for years. he took his time, but not too much time, his hands slipping the straps off your arms.

gojo’s mouth was on your skin again, his lips and tongue exploring the newly exposed flesh of your chest and stomach. he moved lower, planting soft kisses along your stomach, each touch sending shivers of desire down your spine. his hands skimmed over the curve of your hips, his fingers hooking into the edges of your pants, his mouth still moving over your skin, his teeth lightly nipping and biting at the sensitive spots he knew drives you crazy.

one by one, he undid the buttons and zipper of your pants, his hands slipping them down over your hips, taking your panties down with them. they were tossed onto the floor without a thought, his hands quickly moving back up your legs, his touch light and teasing, dancing just shy of where you wanted them to be.

gojo’s hands glided over your legs, his touch a tantalizing combination of feather-light and firm. he was taking his time, prolonging the anticipation, his lips moving back up your body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way up to your neck. his body was almost flush against yours, his arms bracketing your head, his weight bearing down just enough to keep you trapped under him.

you push yourself in your elbows, pushing gojo’s head away to meet his lips. your hand runs around his chest to his nape, brushing your fingers to his undercut. the kiss was slow, deliberate, no lust or hunger like you pour all of your love for him.

as your lips meet in a slow, loving kiss, gojo melts into it, his tongue sliding between your lips to deepen the contact. he lets out a soft moan, the sound muffled by your mouth, his hand moving to cup the side of your jaw, his fingertips tracing gentle circles against your skin.

he tilts his head, his nose brushing against yours, his body pressing closer, his chest flush against yours. there’s a tenderness in the way he’s kissing you, an affectionate adoration that pours out from every fiber of his being.

gojo breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at you, his eyes soft and sparkling in the dim moonlight. he traces his thumb over the soft skin of your cheek, his touch gentle and almost reverent. “you know,” he says, his voice quieter now, a hint of teasing still present in his tone, “you didn’t let me finish my demonstration.”

you chuckle, scrunching your nose out of a habit while you let your hand caressing his neck to his bare chest. “forget the demonstration, let’s just cuddle,” you murmur, “a naked one,” you added before giggling. gojo chuckled at your response, the sound deep and rich in his throat, his eyes sparkling with affection and amusement. he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you close against him, your body molding against his.

his arms encircled you, pulling you tight against his chest, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your back. “i suppose a naked cuddle is an acceptable alternative,” he teased, his voice low and affectionate. he nuzzled against your hair, burying his face in your neck. “you’re such a distraction, you know.”

you shook your head with a soft chuckle, gently pushing gojo’s face away from your neck. “i wanna see your face,” you murmured, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you held his gaze. your hand rested against his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin as you smiled warmly at him. “wanna see my boyfriend,” you said softly, taking in his face, appreciating the quiet intimacy.

gojo’s heart swelled at your words, a soft, almost shy smile spreading across his face. he leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours, his expression softening with each caress of your thumb against his skin.

“you’re such a sap,” he teased, his voice dripping with affection. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “i’m right here,” he murmured, his gaze locking with yours. “right where you want me to be.”

you hummed softly, the sound barely audible as the two of you lay there, lost in each other’s gaze. the room was filled with a quiet, intimate stillness, your cheek flushed against the soft pillow, while gojo’s warm presence enveloped you completely.

gojo’s fingers traced patterns on your back as the two of you lay together, his eyes lazily tracing the contours of your face, his fingers dancing over the dip of your waist before moving up to trace your jawline. there was no rush, no urgency, just the slow, languid movement of his hands against your skin, the quiet rhythm of your breathing filling the room. he leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. “you have no idea how much i love these moments with you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you hummed softly again, letting the warmth of the moment wash over you as gojo shifted slightly, settling onto his side to mirror your position. his cheek pressed into the pillow, and his bright blue eyes stayed fixed on yours, filled with that familiar mix of affection and playfulness.

your fingertips gently tugged a few strands of his hair behind his ear, then trailed across his scalp, eliciting a quiet sigh from him. your voice was barely audible as you murmured, “i love your eyes,” your thumb softly brushing over his temple.

a soft smile tugged at the corners of gojo’s lips as he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily at the sensation of your fingers in his hair. he nuzzled against your hand, his cheek pressing firmly against your palm, his expression relaxing further. “do you now?” he replied, his tone lilting with teasing. “what is it about them that you love so much?” his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours once again, a sparkle of mischief in their depths.

you hummed in confirmation, your voice gentle as your fingertips continued to glide softly over his scalp. “it’s beautiful,” you whispered, your tone sincere. “like i’m looking at the open sky, like i’m drowning in a warm ocean. it’s warm… it’s like summer.”

your words left gojo momentarily stunned. his usually confident, playful demeanor faltered as he stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. nobody had ever told him they loved his eyes, not for anything other than the immense power they held. but here you were, speaking so simply, so earnestly, about them.

gojo was silent for a moment, his heart swelling in his chest at the honesty and vulnerability in your words, his mind struggling to process the raw emotion in your voice.

he exhaled slowly, a soft, shaky breath slipping past his lips. no one had ever described his eyes like that before. to everyone else, they were a tool, a symbol of power, a weapon. but to you, they were something beautiful, something warm and comforting. he reached up, his hand cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle path over your lips.

“you’re really something else, you know that?” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with a mix of awe and tenderness. he shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against yours, his leg slipping between yours. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, burying his face in your neck. “you always say the most unexpected things,” he continued, his lips skimming against your skin, his breath hot and warm against your collarbone. “and you always leave me speechless.”

you gently pushed him away, just enough to create a bit of space between you, your fingers lightly pressing against his chest. “no, no, no,” you murmured, shaking your head with a soft laugh. “come on, don’t do that. i wanna see you.”

your eyes searched his, wanting to keep that connection, to see the emotion that flickered across his face whenever you said something unexpected. your fingers found their way back to his jawline, tracing the contours of his face as you gave him a small, playful smile. “i don’t like it when you hide,” you added softly, your thumb grazing over his bottom lip.

as you gently pushed him back and your fingers traced his jawline, gojo chuckled softly, his smile a mix of amusement and affection. he leaned back just enough to let you see his face, his eyes tracing over every feature, drinking you in.

your words linger in his ears, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions. “i wasn’t hiding,” he protested, his tone lighthearted. “i was snuggling.” he couldn’t help but smile at your playfulness, his hand moving to caress your side, his fingers skating over the curve of your hip.

“you just make it so difficult to not bury my face in your neck,” he continued, his voice taking on a slightly more serious tone. “every time you say things like that, it sets my heart racing, and all i want to do is get closer, closer, closer.”

he pulled you flush against him, his body molding to yours, his arms wrapping around you like a tight embrace. he buried his head in the crook of your neck again, pressing his lips against your skin, inhaling your scent.

you groaned softly in protest, your hands coming up to gently push at his chest again. “oh, come on,” you whined playfully, your voice carrying a hint of frustration. “i said i want to see your face, not have you hide in my neck.”

gojo chuckled again, the sound muffled against your neck as he buried his face deeper into the crook. he knew he was being petulant and stubborn, but he couldn’t help it. he loved being close to you, the feeling of your body against his, your scent filling his lungs. “but it’s so comfortable here,” he protested, his voice a low rumble against your skin. “and you smell so good. and you’re so warm.”

you tried to tilt his head up, your fingers threading through his hair, but gojo only chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “just a little longer,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, clearly enjoying how much you were trying to pull him away.

gojo was clearly enjoying your struggle, his arms unyielding as he held onto you with a smirk on his face. he nuzzled against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, his voice low and teasing. “just a little longer,” he repeated, his voice filled with faux innocence. “i’m not tired yet. and you'’e so warm and soft, it would be wasteful to not take advantage of it.”

he shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that he was lying halfway on top of you, his body completely covering yours, his weight pushing you down into the softness of the bed. “besides,” he murmured, his lips skimming over your jawline. “i think you secretly like having me pressed against you like this.”

you groaned, feigning annoyance, but wrapped your arms around his neck anyway, pulling him closer. “don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, your lips brushing against his ear, though the smile on your face betrayed your playful mood. as you glanced down at his bare form, your eyes caught sight of his rear, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. without thinking, your hands slid down his back, and before he could react, you grabbed a handful of his cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze.

gojo’s eyes widened in surprise, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth at your unexpected squeeze. he let out a yelp, the sound a mix of surprise and mild outrage. “hey!” he protested, lifting his head and looking down at you with amused indignation. “warn a guy next time!” he exclaimed through a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. he shifted slightly, his body moving into a more comfortable position atop yours, a playful smirk spreading across his lips.

you burst into laughter, unable to contain your amusement. “it’s not my fault!” you teased, still chuckling. “it was just there, looking at me.” you punctuated your words with another playful taps on his rear, the sound light but cheeky.

gojo rolled his eyes, a mix of mock annoyance and amusement in his expression. he propped himself up on his arms, a sly smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you. “oh, so it’s my fault for having a perfectly shaped backside?” he teased, arching an eyebrow, his arms caging you in. “i think you’re just trying to cop a feel whenever you get the chance.”

you raised your eyebrows, a playful smirk on your face. “perfect?” you echoed, giving his ass another teasing squeeze. “more like flat! if i squeeze it, it feels like a bag of airbags!”you couldn’t help but laugh at the look of mock horror that crossed his face, and you leaned back against the pillows, clearly enjoying this banter. “seriously, baby, you need to work on that if you want to maintain your ‘perfect’ reputation!”

gojo’s eyes widened comically, his brows shooting up to his forehead. “airbags?!”he sputtered, his tone incredulous. “my ass is not bags of airbags, it's firm and toned and well-defined!” he feigned offense, a dramatic pout crossing his face as he pretended to be deeply wounded by your insult. “do you know how many squats i do? how many leg days i put in? this is an insult to my hard work and dedication!”

he leaned back, lifting his hips up so you could see the full expanse of his rear. “look at it! look at the muscle tone, the symmetry, the perfection,” he exclaimed, gesturing broadly. his tone was laced with playful sarcasm, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced down at you. “surely you’re not blind. you must see how flawlessly sculpted it is.”

you hummed thoughtfully as you looked at his rear, pretending to admire it. then, with a swift motion, you gave him a playful spank, laughing as you looked up at him. “yeah, flatass!” you teased, your voice light and filled with mischief.

gojo let out another exaggerated gasp, the sound filled with fake shock and indignation. he placed a hand over his heart, his expression one of mock hurt. “flatass?!” he exclaimed, feigning disbelief. “after all the hard work i put into sculpting this masterpiece? you wound me, babe. you truly wound me.” he leaned back down, his chest pressing against yours again, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’ll have you know, my behind is a work of art. a masterpiece of the human form.”

he leaned down, bringing his face close to yours, his expression still one of mock outrage, though his eyes sparkled with mirth. “i think you need to show me some appreciation, apologize for that baseless disparagement of my very well-maintained behind,” he teased, his voice dropping to a low rumble.

“baseless disparagement!?” gojo repeated, a hint of indignation in his voice. “i’ve never seen a more shameless display of disrespect. my backside deserves respect and admiration. and you, dear one, owe me payment for the slander you have inflicted upon it.”

he leaned down even closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his eyes darkened with desire. “and i demand a proper apology. a thorough, passionate one.” your heartbeat quickened at the low rumble of his voice, a shiver running down your spine as he hovered over you. his proximity and the way his eyes sparkled with mischief made it hard to resist.

“oh, is that so?” you replied, feigning mock ignorance. “and how exactly do you want me to express this appreciation? a kiss? a squeeze? too bad suguru wasn’t here to back me up.”

gojo chuckled, his eyes filled with laughter as he shifted slightly, his body pressing even closer to yours. “now now, no bringing up my best friend while we’re having an intimate moment. that's cheating.” he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “i think a sincere apology, one that involves your hands expressing their remorse, would suffice. and perhaps a few kisses, just to drive the point home, naturally.”

you raised your eyebrows, a playful smirk on your lips as you murmured, “yeah?” your fingers trailed slowly down his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. you reach lower, brushing your fingers to his happy trails and feeling his hardness pressing against your thigh.

you leaned in closer, your voice teasingly soft. “and what exactly do you want from me, oh great master of the flat ass?” your hand continued to explore, relishing the way his body reacted to your touch, eager to see how far you'd push this playful moment.

gojo chuckled again, his breath hot against your neck as he felt your fingers trailing down his chest, his body responding to your touch instinctively. he shifted slightly, arching his back as your fingers moved lower, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he felt your touch on his happy trail.

he leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear again, his voice a deep, rumbling murmur. “i want you to show your appreciation, darling. show me just how much you admire this apparent ’flat ass’ of mine.”

you murmured softly in his ear, your breath warm against his skin, “oh, i can definitely do that.” your lips brushed lightly against the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

with a sly smile, you pulled the cover over the both of you, wrapping yourselves in the warmth of the blanket. gojo chuckled, his grin widening as he realized your playful intent. “hiding, huh?” he teased, his voice low and amused as the blanket enveloped your naked both, creating a cozy cocoon around your entwined bodies. “i like where this is going.”

gojo’s heart raced as the blanket enveloped you both, his body instantly warmed by the close proximity of yours. he could feel your skin against his, your breath on his neck, the playful anticipation thrumming through his veins. he chuckled again, his smile matching your own as his hands roamed, exploring the curves of your body beneath the cover. “i can see where this is headed, naughty girl,” he teased, his voice a deep rumble in his chest.

he leaned in, his lips finding your neck, nibbling and kissing the sensitive skin there. his hands continued to roam, his touch a tantalizing mixture of firm and gentle as they explored your body with a possessive quality.

he shifted his position slightly, his body settling between your legs, his weight pressing against you as he hovered above you, the cover hiding your bodies from view. “you sure know how to play dirty,” he murmured, his voice filled with mischief and desire.

your arms wrapped around his broad shoulder, pulling him impossibly close to your naked body, his body curling around yours. a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his chest brushing against yours.

“hiding? me? never.” you teased, his voice filled with amusement as you let out a soft moan. “just creating a little private sanctuary for us, away from the judgmental eyes of the world." you leaned in, breathe warmly against his shoulder, your teeth gently nipping at his shoulder. “just the two of us and this cozy blanket cocoon. just the two of us, no suguru. us.”

gojo grinned, his teeth nipping back at your shoulder, a playful growl escaping his throat. “a private sanctuary, hm?” he mused, his voice low and sultry as his hands slid down to grip your hips, pulling you closer into his embrace. “well then, i suppose we should make the most of our privacy.”

his lips trailed lower, kissing along your collarbone before planting a series of kisses across your chest, each one landing with more pressure than the last. he suckled gently on your nipple, teasing the hardened peak with his tongue, his hands still holding onto your hips firmly. “and don’t worry about suguru,” he whispered huskily, his voice vibrating against your skin. “i promise not to tell.”

the sensation of gojo’s mouth on your skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl underneath the covers. a soft gasp escaped your lips, your head falling back onto the pillow as he lavished attention on your breasts.

“mmm...” you hummed, arching your back slightly, pushing your chest further into his mouth. “that’s exactly what i was hoping for.” your hands moved down to his waist, slipping under the covers to explore the contours of his strong, toned body. your fingers traced the lines of muscle, feeling the ridges and dips of his abdomen, before eventually reaching lower, towards his throbbing member.

gojo’s eyes darkened with lust as he felt your fingers trail down his stomach, inching closer to his aching erection. a low groan rumbled in his chest, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your touch.

“careful now, naughty girl,” he warned, his voice thick with desire. “you’re playing with fire.” despite his words, he didn't stop you, instead, guiding your hand to wrap around his hard length, his breath hitching as your fingers closed around him.

he began to move, thrusting into your grip as he continued to lavish attention on your breasts, alternating between sucking and biting the tender flesh. his free hand slid down to join yours, helping to pump himself in time with your strokes. “fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw hunger and need.

the sound of his voice, laced with desire, sent another wave of heat rushing through your body. your grip tightened around his cock, stroking him slowly, deliberately, wanting to draw out every moan and gasp from his lips.

“you’re so hard...” you purred, leaning up to capture his lips in a searing kiss. your tongue danced with his, the taste of him filling your senses. you broke the kiss, panting heavily, your cheeks flushed with arousal. your eyes lock with his blue eyes, glow slightly under the cover.

gojo’s eyes glowed faintly beneath the cover, a sign of his growing excitement. his breathing became heavier, his muscles tensing as your skilled hand worked his shaft. he kissed you back fiercely, his tongue dominating yours, claiming your mouth as his own.

“hard for you,” he breathed when the kiss broke, his voice rough with need. “always so fucking hard for you.” he pushed your hand away suddenly, pinning both of your wrists above your head with one large hand. he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging your slick folds. “tell me you want it,” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

your breath hitched as he positioned himself at your entrance, your body quivering with anticipation. you arched your hips upwards, seeking more contact, craving the feel of him inside you.

“i want it,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper, “i want you, baby. i want you, slow and gentle, i want to savor you, making love to me.”

your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him closer, silently begging him to fill you completely. your fingers curled into the sheets above you, your nails digging into the fabric as you waited for him to take you, to claim you as his own. your eyes bored into his, reflecting the same intense hunger that burned within them. your hand cupping his cheek gently, full of adoration and tenderness.

gojo’s expression softened at your words, his eyes shining with a mix of love and desire. he leaned into your touch, pressing a tender kiss to your palm before releasing your wrists and settling his weight on top of you.

“slow and gentle,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “anything for you, my love.” he captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he slowly pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you inch by delicious inch. a low groan tore from his throat at the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily.

when he opened them again, they were filled with adoration and devotion, mirroring the emotions swirling in your own gaze. he began to move, his thrusts measured and controlled, taking his time to savor every moment of your union.

the sensation of being filled by him, slowly and deeply, was overwhelming. your body trembled with pleasure, your inner walls clenching around his cock as he moved within you.

“baby..” you whimpered, your head thrown back in ecstasy. your hands roamed over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the ripple and flex beneath your fingertips. each stroke, each movement, brought you closer to the edge. you could see the love in his eyes, the care and concern reflected there, even amidst the lust and desire. it made your heart swell, made you love him even more.

“don’t stop...” you pleaded, your voice ragged with need, forehead pressed against his.

gojo’s pace remained steady, his movements deliberate and sensual, driven by the desperation to please you. he reveled in the way your body responded to him, the way you clung to him, the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips.

“never, my love,” he vowed, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. “i’ll never stop loving you, never stop wanting you.”

he captured your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your whimpers and pleas as he continued to make slow, passionate love to you. his free hand found its way to your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his fingers, adding an extra layer of stimulation to the already intense sensations.

the dual sensations of his cock moving inside you and his fingers teasing your nipples had you teetering on the brink of climax but not quite yet. your moans grew ragged, more urgent, your hips rising to meet his thrusts as you chased the impending orgasm but you try to hold yourself, wanting the moment last longer.

“i love you, satoru,” you cried out, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. your nails dug into his back, marking him as your own.

the air was thick from the lack of oxygen, filled with breathless moan, whimper and whining. it was quite dark, only the light illuminating from a slight gap. the two of you couldn’t stop whispering sweet nothing into each other’s ear.

“my love...” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. “my beautiful, perfect love...” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

gojo’s grip on your breast tightened as he felt your body begin to tense, signaling your approaching climax. he increased the pressure on your sensitive nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. “i love you too, my beautiful girl,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.

“keep it slow, baby, want it slow, let me hold you for a moment,” you whisper, nose nuzzling against his sweaty cheek. your arm wraps around his broad shoulder while your other hand holds his bicep.

gojo’s movements slowed even further, becoming almost languid as he savored the intimate moment with you. he rested his forehead against yours, their noses touching, sharing ragged breaths.

“forever, my love,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. “i’ll hold you forever if that’s what you want.” his hand slid down to cradle your hip, pulling you impossibly closer, their bodies melding together in a perfect fusion of flesh and soul.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in his words and the sheer intensity of the connection between you. you nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.

in this quiet, suspended moment, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it side by side, hand in hand, hearts entwined. the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the beauty and power of your love.

gojo brushed away the tears that escaped, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he gazed into your eyes. “my beautiful, tearful angel,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips. “you're everything to me, now and always.”

he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a tender, loving kiss, pouring all his devotion and adoration into the gentle press of his lips against yours. in this perfect, peaceful instant, wrapped in each other’s arms, you both knew that your bond was unbreakable, a love that would endure through eternity.

your lips moved softly against his, returning the tender kiss with equal affection. your fingers intertwined with his, holding on tightly as if afraid to let go. a sense of contentment washed over you, filling you with warmth and happiness. you felt safe, loved, cherished— exactly where you belonged. “love you, satoru,” you murmured against his mouth, the words barely audible over the pounding of your hearts. “forever and always.”

your tears dried up, replaced by a warm, radiant smile. your lips parted under his, welcoming the soft, affectionate kiss. you ran your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, holding him close. “i’m yours, completely,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with so much love and commitment. your heart is beating faster, matching with his cock throbbing inside you.

gojo’s heart swelled with love and gratitude at your declaration, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “and i’m yours, my darling,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “for all eternity.”

he returned your kiss with renewed passion, his tongue delving into your mouth, exploring every inch of your warmth. his free hand roamed over your curves, mapping the contours of your body as if committing them to memory. “mine,” he growled possessively, his teeth grazing your lower lip. “all mine, now and forever.”

his hips began to move again, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as the need for release became too great to ignore. he set a relentless pace, driving into you with deep, powerful strokes, determined to bring you both to the heights of ecstasy once more.

your body arched off the bed, responding eagerly to his movements. your nails dug into his back, leaving marks of ownership as you clung to him. the pleasure was building within you, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

“i’m yours,” you cried out, your voice trembling with desire, “yours... —keep moving like that baby, my boy..” you moan, skating your fingers to his nape and putting a pressure there with your fingers.

the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with your cries of pleasure and gojo’s guttural groans. your breasts bounced rhythmically with each of his thrusts, nipples hardening even further under his touch.

“that’s it, my love,” gojo panted, his voice strained with exertion and pleasure. “take all of me, every inch.” he could feel your walls fluttering around his shaft, signaling your impending climax. he redoubled his efforts, angling his hips to hit that special spot deep inside you with each thrust, determined to send you hurtling over the edge.

“come for me, my beautiful girl,” he urged, his breath hot against your ear. “let go, i’ve got you.”

one hand snaked between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. the added stimulation proved to be your undoing, and with a keening cry, you came undone beneath him, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm.

your vision went white as the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave of pure bliss radiating from your core. you screamed his name, your voice raw and hoarse, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

“satoru! baby, fuuuck!” you groan, feeling your inner walls clench around his hard cock. your whole body trembled and shook, overcome by the intense sensations coursing through you. you felt gojo’s cock twitch inside you, growing even harder as your walls contracted around him. you knew he was close, teetering on the brink of his own release. “cum for me baby, let me feel your love.”

gojo grunted, his hips jerking as he felt your walls clamping down on him. “fuck, that’s it,” he gasped, his body shuddering with the effort of holding back. his grip tightened on your hips, digging his fingers into your flesh as he pistoned in and out of you. he could feel his climax approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to sweep him away.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,“ he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “i’m gonna fill you up, my sweet girl. take all of me.”

you moaned loudly as gojo’s cock throbbed inside you, his hot cum filling you up. you clenched your muscles around his cock, milking him for everything he had. your body was still trembling from your own orgasm, but you managed to keep yourself upright as gojo emptied himself inside you. “so good... so fucking good.”

gojo collapsed onto you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. “damn, you’re incredible,” he muttered, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder. he held you close, his large frame wrapping protectively around you like a cocoon. “i love you so much, my beautiful girl,” he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection.

he stayed buried inside you, not yet ready to separate their joined forms. the afterglow of their lovemaking enveloped them, making the room seem warmer, softer. you cuddled closer to gojo, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasms. you felt satisfied, complete, in a way that nothing else could give you.

“i love you too, satoru,” you murmured, your voice just as soft as his. “more than anything else.” you felt gojo's seed starting to leak out of you, trickling down your thighs and the bed below.

you pull the blanket off you both and take a deep breath, “finally, i can breath.”

gojo chuckled as you finally pulled back the cover, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him, his arms wrapped around your waist. “you were getting all hot and bothered under there, weren’t you, my little sauna?” he teased, a playful grin on his face.

he glanced down, his eyes tracing the path of his seed leaking out of you, and he couldn't help a soft sigh escaped him. “damn, that’s a sight,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction. he leaned down, his lips gently brushing against your neck, his hands caressing your skin. “you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice laced with affection. “so damn perfect.”

you chuckle, frowning a little with his choice of nickname. “my little sauna? what an odd nickname you’ve got there,“ you tease, voice light and full of amusement. your sweaty arms find gojo’s broad shoulder and draw him closer, skin-to-skin with your chest.

gojo chuckled at your comment, enjoying the lighthearted banter between you two. “hey, i think it's a good nickname,” he retorted, a mischievous gleam in his eye. “it suits you, what with all that heat and wetness you generate.”

he let you pull him closer, relishing the feel of your skin against his, the sweat making your bodies slick and sticky. his arms encircled your waist, holding you close as he settled against you, his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. he nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling deeply, his breath warm against your skin.

“mmm, you smell good,” he murmured, his nose buried in your hair. you hummed softly at his comment, a teasing smile spreading across your face. “that’s just the smell of sex,” you replied playfully, your voice laced with mischief.

gojo chuckled again, his lips curving into a boyish grin as he nuzzled your hair. “well, i’m not complaining,” he responded, his voice low and suggestive.

he shifted his position slightly, his body shifting closer to yours as he continued to hold you close. his hand moved to the small of your back, gently tracing small circles with his fingertips. “and i think you smell even better than usual,” he murmured, his lips finding their way to your neck again, his tongue tracing a path down your throat.

you pushed gojo’s face away from your neck, turning to lay face to face with him. your hands cupped his cheeks, your gaze steady and sincere as you looked into his eyes.

“but i love the sex, it feels good, slow and gentle,” you confessed softly, a warm smile gracing your lips. your thumb leaving stars on his blushing cheeks, “i love feeling your skin on mine. it's different from the sex we used to have. just you and me, no suguru, just us. it’s such a nice feeling.”

gojo’s expression softened as he looked into your eyes, his own filling with tenderness. he reached up to hold your hands, keeping them against his cheeks. “yeah, it is,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. “it’s different, more intimate, more...real. it’s just us, no distractions, no one else but us. and i love it too. love feeling you close, feeling our bodies touch, feeling completely connected to you.“

he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes searching yours. “being with you like this, it’s like coming home.”

he paused for a moment, taking in the feel of your skin against his, the warmth of your touch. “you know, this is my favorite part,” he confessed quietly.

he shifted his position slightly, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you even closer. “after we finish, just lying here, holding you, feeling your skin on mine. it’s like...i don’t know, like being in another world or something.” he traced gentle circles on your skin with his fingertips, his touch light and comforting.

you hummed softly, still smiling at his words. “i feel the same way,” you admitted, your voice warm. “it's not that i don't enjoy our time together as three, because i really do. but sometimes, having a moment just with one of you feels completely different.”

you paused, glancing at him mischievously, decided to ruin the moment, “but, you know, i can't wait for you to go on a mission so i can have more time like this with suguru.”

spending time with one of them feels uniquely special compared to the moments you share as a trio. when it’s just the two of you, there’s an intimacy that wraps around you like a warm blanket—every shared glance and touch deepens your connection in ways that sometimes get lost in the dynamic of three. it’s in those quiet moments, just you and him, where you can truly let your guard down and fully be yourselves.

it’s not that you don’t enjoy the moments with all three of you; they’re filled with laughter, camaraderie, and shared adventures. but there’s something profoundly satisfying about having one-on-one time. you can dive into deeper conversations, explore vulnerabilities, and create an atmosphere where you both feel entirely seen and cherished.

you know they understand this need for balance, too, even without words. the subtle way they look at you when it’s just the two of you speaks volumes, a silent acknowledgment of this shared desire for deeper connection. it's these moments that make your bond stronger, allowing each of you to appreciate the unique qualities the other brings to the relationship.

gojo chuckled at your playful remark about suguru, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“oh, so that’s how it is, eh?” he retorted, feigning mock offense. “you’re eager to kick me out on a mission so you can have more alone time with my dearest friend.” he squeezed your hips possessively, his grip firm and possessive. “maybe i’ll deliberately drag my feet on my next assignment then.”

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered in a low, teasing tone. “can’t have you spending too much quality time with suguru, now can i? i need to maintain my status as the favorite, after all.” he nibbled at your earlobe gently, his teeth grazing your skin. “i can’t have him stealing your heart, sweetheart. i’ll have to make sure you don’t forget about me.“

you let out a soft laugh, feigning a dramatic gasp as you pulled back slightly to look into gojo’s eyes. “oh please, suguru already stole my heart ages ago,” you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

“but don’t worry,” you added with a wink, “there’s plenty of room for two favorites. besides, you know my heart has a soft spot just for you, too.” you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger for a moment before pulling away, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “but you’ll have to work a little harder to keep that title, won’t you?”

gojo chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of playful challenge and affection. he wrapped his arms more firmly around your waist, pulling you against him.

“oh, i know you’re just trying to rile me up, you little tease,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of mock annoyance. “but i’m not gonna let suguru steal you away that easily. you’re mine, remember?” he tilted your chin up, his thumb tracing along your jawline, his blue eyes holding yours captured. “i’ll do whatever it takes to keep that title, you bet your sweet ass i will.”

“oh you do, do you?”

gojo’s smirk grew wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh, absolutely,” he confirmed, his voice laced with confidence. “i’ll show you just how serious i am about keeping my title, my little sweet heart.”

he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath hot against your skin. “i’ll work extra hard to make sure you never even think about suguru while we’re together. all your attention will be on me, and me alone. you won’t even have a chance to miss him.”

gojo’s hands roamed over your skin, his touch possessive as he pulled you even closer, their bodies touching just about everywhere.

“i’ll make sure you'l’re so enthralled by me, so completely captivated, that you won’t even remember what your dear other boyfriend looks like,” he murmured, his voice a low growl against your ear. “you’ll be too busy relishing in the feeling of my touch, the sound of my voice, the heat of my body.”

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