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[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Jolyne Cujoh First Preliminary Poll

This is the first prelim poll for Jolyne Cujoh, with the purpose to select the best two outfits to move on to a second phase. This is specifically a poll with the outfits found in Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI.

[yokiteryokiter]

Gucci AU Leone... 

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[kalmariini]

Fly High redraw I started like two monts ago and finally had energy to finish 🦄

[chocomar-art]

@februabba2023 Day 2: Rain

Gucci Palette for the boys hehe

[obsessedpianist]

New pet(?) 😆❤

[betsybugaboo]

Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI sprites

Made some cute sprites of Bucciarati, Abbachio, and Jolyne from Jolyne, Fly High with GUCCI

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 Essentials @gucci @guccibeauty 😍

[xochy]

lied it felt more appropriate to have this

[ggoojjoo]

black ysl

— pairing : gojo staoru x f!reader x geto suguru

— synopsis : satoru and suguru were head over heels for you, and when they finally find the opportunity to have you, it’s one hell of a ride!

— contains : smut with little to no plot, profanities, mentions of violence(?), reader is oblivious asf

— wc : 2.2k

— note : not my fave but it's cool hihi

tumblr is based on reblogs!

smut warnings : semi-public sex (in the bathroom of a club damnit), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, threesome, eiffel tower(?), oral (m), fingering (f), slight overstimulation, mentions of spit, praise, that was all i think

That Satoru and Suguru were attracted to you was an understatement, they were worshiping the ground you were walking on! And everybody but you seemed to notice that. Shoko was on the point of ripping her own hair out when you were so oblivious to the flirting the two tall men initiated, and you just looked at them with an innocent smile. 

“Hey, princess!” You heard Satoru call out for you across the training field, making you stop punching the curse induced puppet in front of you. Satoru jogged over to you, his eyes peeking over his round sunglasses. As soon as he reached you he wrapped his arms around you in a hug, you, of course, were complaining due to how sweaty you were. “I don’t care, princess. So, how’s training going?” He asked, looking at the mangled puppet. 

“Ah, it’s going pretty good,” you sighed, pushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes. “What brings you here anyway? Isn’t it your day off?” You asked, eyes round in curiosity, which sent a shiver down Satoru’s spine.

And just as he was about to answer your question, a heavy arm fell onto your shoulders, making you twist your neck to see the offender. “Oh, we just wanted to know if you want to join us tonight.” Suguru’s smooth voice invaded your ears. “To the club, I mean.” He finished the thought, looking down at you with a smirk curved on his lips. 

You thought for a few seconds, shrugging. “Yeah, why not?” You smiled at the men, missing their glances they exchanged between each other. 

“Sweet! We’ll pick you up at eight!” With that, they bid their goodbyes and walked away.

You took your shower, did your hair, and make-up. Now you were stuck on wearing an outfit. One of your options was a black YSL body-con dress that was short enough to barely cover your ass cheeks, showing off your legs, paired with a pair of black YSL heels. Your other option was a pink Gucci dress that reached just above your kneecaps and was a bit flowy, but had a deep V-cut, paired with white, knee-high boots. A loud groan left your lips as you turned to grab your phone, dialing Shoko and calling her on face-time. The phone rang a few times until Shoko picked up with a loud yawn, cigarette smoke flying around her. “When are you gonna quit smoking?” You asked sarcastically, knowing she will never quit. 

“Cut the crap and show me your options, I know why you just called me.” A soft giggle left your lips as you flipped the camera, showing the two dresses on your bed, paired with their designated shoes. “Ooh, (Y/N), hard one, really. But I think you should go with the black one.” She said, looking at the dresses. “Yeah, yeah, go for the black one, and put some nice underwear on! Maybe you’ll get laid tonight.” She laughed as you flipped the camera to yourself again. 

“I think I’ll have to go braless, though. But I’ll make sure to pick out my prettiest panties.” You winked at the camera before putting it on your bed and getting changed, putting some lotion on and spraying your perfume. “Almost done!” You called, slipping the dress over your form and putting on the heels. “Done,” you sighed, taking your phone and turning it to a full length mirror to show off your outfit. The YSL logo on your heels glimmering in the dark as your calves were shining from the lotion you used, glitter scattered over your skin. The dress was a beauty in itself. “So, how is it?”

Shoko’s gasp made you smile, posing for the woman. “(Y/N), I’d fuck you then and there! I will kill you if you don’t get laid tonight!” You laughed heartily as you flipped the camera again, putting your phone on the dresser to arrange your small purse, putting your wallet and some tissues inside. You also put the lipstick and perfume you used inside, in case you need to freshen up. “Are the guys gonna pick you up?” Shoko asked, looking at the time. You just nodded at her question as you checked your hair again, and talk of the devil, your doorbell rang. 

“See you, hun!” You blew her a kiss before hanging up and walking to your door. As you opened the door to the tall men, a whistle echoed through your hall. “Hi, guys!”

Satoru and Suguru looked over your outfit, each having a smirk painted on their faces. “Let’s go, princess.” Satoru offers his arm, which you gladly take, walking beside them. Outside was the expensive Mercedes Satoru had gotten not long ago, and ever the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you to get into the passenger seat, Suguru getting in the backseat. “Then let’s go and have some fun, yeah?”

Your eyes roamed the whole club as you sat by the booth, sipping on your drink, Satoru and Suguru nowhere in sight, probably flirting. You didn’t mind, though, you liked a bit of fun on your own. “Hello there, sweets, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” You heard a man call next to you, loud enough to be heard over the music. 

Turning around, you sent him a smile as you leaned back on the booth, crossing your legs. “Nothing, just having fun. Why are you alone, stranger?” Your head tilted to the side a bit, your hair sliding off your shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m just trying to get you, pretty girl, with me on the dancefloor. If I may,” he said, reaching his hand out for you. A smile breaking out on his face when you took it, walking with him to the dancefloor. “The name’s Toji.” With that his hands fell to your hips, pulling you closer as you two danced to the rhythm of the song. A sudden shiver ran through you as you continued to dance with Toji, your eyes darting around to see Satoru and Suguru staring at you over Toji’s shoulder. You sent a wink their way. Toji leaned over, lips over your ear. “What’s your name, sweets?” He asked, a smirk curved on his lips.

And just as you opened your mouth to answer, two big hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back, hitting a hard chest. “Gotta steal her from you, big guy.” It was Satoru, and not even a second later, Suguru appeared behind Toji, pulling him back from you. You felt Satoru’s breath as he whispered into your ear, “Let’s have fun, shall we?” His hands made their way to your hips and Suguru’s to your waist. A blush creeped on your face as the two men sandwiched you between their hard bodies, grinding and pushing against each other. You looked up to see Suguru smirking down at you, his eyes fixed on the way yours sparkled in the purple and blue lights of the club. 

A soft gasp fell from your lips as you felt Satoru pull you impossibly closer to himself, hips moving against your lower back, and Suguru was doing the same to you but his hips were moving against your lower belly. A soft moan left your lips as they both leaned in, breathing against your skin. “So pretty for us, huh, princess?” You giggled at them, pushing harder against them. The alcohol in your system obviously helps you get over your shyness. Both of your hands wrapped around Suguru’s shoulders, pulling his chest against yours, ghosting your lips over his hot neck. Said man shot a glance over your shoulder to the blue-eyed sorcerer behind you. “Wanna take this upstairs, princess?” 

Loud moans and whines flew around the hot restroom as Suguru’s fingers were working your pussy, the loud squelches almost drowned out by the blaring music outside, almost. “Ah, Suguru, please!” You didn’t know what you were pleading for, but it was something. Satoru’s hands never left your boobs as he sat on the counter behind you, you between his legs, feeling his hard-on prodding against your back. One of your legs was hooked on Suguru’s hips as your arousal slowly ran down your thigh, the golden YSL heel shining in the dim light. 

“You sound so pretty.” Satoru slurs against your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin. “So pretty for us, yeah, princess. All for us, right?” Satoru didn’t seem to shut up, pulling moans and whines out of your swollen lips. “Is Suguru fingering you well, princess? Come on, tell me.” Another moan cut through the air as Suguru curled his middle and ring finger the way you like, the heel of his palm rubbing against your swollen clit. 

“Awe, pretty baby,” Suguru cooed, “what do you want? Tell me, what do you want?” A stray tear slipped from your eye as you looked at Suguru with a pout on your face. The long-haired sorcerer chuckled darkly as he smashed his lips against yours, sucking your cries out of your lungs. 

You felt yourself near the edge as Satoru’s lips kept their place on your skin and his fingers on your nipples, pussy clenching around Suguru’s fingers. “Are you going to cum, angel? Come on, cum on my fingers.” That was enough for you to fall over the edge, moaning and shaking in the men’s grips. This was one of your most intense orgasms you’ve ever had, stars littered across your vision. 

You felt two pairs of hands on you, eyes half-lidded and a dazed smile on your face. “Fuck me,” you sighed, giggling. 

Hearing the both men chuckle made a shiver run down your spine, their hands on you tightening. Suddenly, Satoru and Suguru switched places with you now bent over Suguru’s lap as he sat on the counter, leaking cock free out of its pants and standing tall. You felt yourself drooling at the sight, your hand wrapping around his base. “Not so innocent now,” Satoru slurred as he pushed his pants down and your panties to the side, pussy swollen and glistening with your wetness and Suguru’s spit. “Fuck, princess,” Satoru groaned. 

“So compliant,” Suguru whispered as his hand found the back of your head, lips attached to the base of his cock and licking your way up. “Come on, suck my dick while Toru fucks you nice and good.” You whined as you felt Satoru’s large tip prod against your hole, clenching. And with one swift movement, he was balls-deep inside you. Good thing Suguru prepped you. “Fuck,” Suguru groaned as he felt the vibrations of your moans, “keep sucking, angel.” 

Doing as told, you wrapped your lips around his length and hollowed your cheeks, letting your tongue slide over the underside of his shaft. While you were sucking the sorcerer off, Satoru was behind you, hands gripping your hips for dear life as he fucked you, his hands leaving a few spanks here and there, red hand prints evident. One specifically harsh thrust made you jolt forward, Suguru’s cock slipping deeper into your throat, making you gag pathetically. “Sorry,” Satoru strained, eyes fixed on the way your pussy left a white ring of arousal on his milky cock. 

Satoru stopped moving, your whines of protests muffled by his friend’s cock in your mouth. And then, all of a sudden, the white-haired man gripped your hips and smashed his against yours, creating loud noises that echoed through the hot restroom. You felt your knees give out from under you at the sheer force Satoru fucked you with, but thankfully his grip never faltered. With a gasp, you pulled away from Suguru’s cock, jerking him off instead. Your tongue ran over his tip, eyes looking up at his face filled with pleasure. “Fuck, angel, I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.” You smiled, sticking your tongue out and slapping his heavy tip against your tongue, pathetic moans leaving your used throat as Satoru was still fucking your from behind. 

A loud gasp ripped out of your lungs as Satoru’s fingers found your swollen clit. “Oh my god, Satoru, I’m gonna–” You heard a hearty laugh from above you, Suguru’s hand now in your hair as he shoved you down on his cock again. “If you’re gonna cum, then you’re gonna cum with my dick in your mouth.” His words sent a shiver through your body, pushing you closer to the edge. “Fuck,” he gasped, hips twitching against your face as he was only a few more thrusts away from his orgasm. Your cunt clenched around Satoru’s cock, his fingers never ceasing their movement as your orgasm took over. Thighs shaking and knees barely holding you up, you tried your best to keep sucking Suguru’s cock, but to no avail. He harshly pulled you off of his cock and held you by your hair, his fist tight around himself he came onto your face. White spurts of cum dripping down your chin and onto your cleavage.

And at last, Satoru came with a loud moan, pressing himself impossibly deeper into your cunt and painting your walls white. His hips kept rutting into your cunt as he came down from his high, your whimpers of overstimulation shooting the men’s egos up. 

You felt Satoru’s hands rub your sore ass as he whispered, “You did so good, princess.”

The next morning you were spent, not wanting to move one inch as Shoko came running into your apartment. “Tell me you got railed?”

“Shut up.” 

@ggoojjoo 2023 | © do not steal or plagiarize

i do not own the jujutsu kaisen franchise nor the characters!

[hrrtshape]

things i love in my FAME DR

⋆  drinking champagne on a random tuesday just because i can.

⋆  driving a vintage convertible with the top down in LA traffic, blasting my own songs.

⋆  being so known that people quote my lyrics like poetry on social media.

⋆  the absolute artistry in my vogue italia cover shoots.

⋆  randomly flying to paris…or milan…..or berlin for a dior, miu miu��HERMESSSS fitting—because, duh, i’m their muse.

⋆  seeing my movies being studied in film schools like they’re modern classics.

⋆  sneaking a cigarette on the balcony at the oscars after winning.

⋆  walking barefoot backstage because my heels were killing me.

⋆  getting unhinged fan edits that make me cry and scream at the same time.

⋆  performing at coachella while visibly high off my rocker—and nobody caring.

⋆  writing songs that feel like therapy for me and my fans.

⋆  tom blyth. 

⋆  always having a stash of…uhm….special powder in my gucci clutch—classy, chic, unhinged. very 50s star.

⋆  wearing vintage chanel on grocery runs just to feel extra.

⋆  posing dramatically on yachts during european summers.

⋆  owning a gallery-worthy art collection in my mansion.

⋆  crying during interviews and still getting called “so brave and real.”

⋆  that iconic met gala moment when i wore THAT dress everyone still talks about.

⋆  my diary entries being turned into art—fans eat it up.

⋆  tripping on red carpets and making it fashion.

⋆  messy nights in ibiza.

⋆  doing photo shoots with baby animals just because it’s cute.

⋆  dressing like a modern marie antoinette for a themed gala.

⋆  fans tattooing my lyrics on their skin—forever.

⋆  spending a whole weekend at a spa retreat just to recover from partying.

⋆  hosting insane house parties where EVERYONE shows up.

⋆  scandals.

⋆  being so unapologetically messy that it’s endearing to the public.

⋆  being a walking contradiction—diva but down-to-earth.

⋆  leaving paparazzi photos with my mascara smudged everywhere—aesthetic.

⋆  showing up late to events but making an entrance.

⋆  my hair being an absolute serve 24/7, even messy buns.

⋆  touring the world, performing while fans scream every lyric back at me.

⋆  married men.

⋆  the unshakable LOVE from my fans, who see me for all my messy, beautiful, insane glory.

⋆ accidentally causing global trends—like wearing a mismatched outfit and suddenly it’s high fashion.

⋆  randomly disappearing from social media for weeks and sending fans into a frenzy.

⋆�� posting cryptic captions that spark 10,000 conspiracy theories.

⋆  photographers constantly snapping candid pics of me reading some obscure classic novel in public. book club incoming ???

⋆  wearing diamonds that literally weigh more than my head. hell yea.

⋆  constantly being compared to old hollywood icons like elizabeth taylor, but with a “modern tragic edge.”

⋆  writing poetry on napkins during nights out.

⋆  sneaking into museums after-hours because art IS just better without people around.

⋆  my team dragging me out of the club because i have a press interview in six hours.

⋆  my, my, my, my!!! name constantly being whispered on red carpets—“she’s here.”

⋆  dilfs, part 2. did i stutter?

⋆  fans screaming louder for me than anyone else at film premieres. i’m a bit of an attention whore if u haven’t decoded that already😔

⋆  causing heated debates over my most “controversial” songs (when I’m just vibing).

⋆  dropping albums with no promo, knowing it’ll still hit #1 in 47 countries. attention whore part 2.

⋆  literally JUST EXISTING and still being considered the cultural moment.

[rainbowsky]

Hi! With gg “surprising” people with his recent trip to Italy (surprising because he wasn’t seen departing from an airport), it made me wonder why he and dd ever fly commercial? I imagine they have the means to fly privately when they want, and doing so would allow them to travel together and avoid what looks to be insanity at airports. My theory is they do it for known travel—like going to a set, fashion week, awards show—to give fans something and because those trips are already public knowledge. Then fly they privately for personal time. But I don’t know that much about air travel, particularly in China. What do you think?

Hi midilifeloveletter. ☺️

There are multiple reasons why they'd fly commercial rather than private, and you've already mentioned one of them - there's not much point in flying privately when a schedule is already known by fans.

Another good reason is just how much flying both of them do. With the amount of travel they do, flying privately would be outrageously expensive. Even with how rich they both are, it's hard to justify such an extravagance. GG's known to be quite frugal in day-to-day life, and he also frequently talks about being an ordinary guy - I doubt that's the lifestyle he's after.

A friend and I were just talking about this back when GG was spotted in Italy, and she explained that there are other ways to travel more privately if they so choose:

Actually, even without a chartered flight, the big Chinese airports have VIP entrances and exits, which can be used by people who need to avoid the crowds for valid security reasons or if they are going to get mobbed. Usually the high traffic stars don't use those entrances because people know their schedules, but if they want to go incognito the airports are more than happy to hide people away. It prevents crowds and paparazzi. Shanghai Pudong airport has that. Even when taking commercial flights, those VIP spaces are available. The VIP hides in there and boards last and gets off first, and they sit in the front so passengers don't see them.

However, I've no doubt that they do fly privately during their downtime, and that they take personal trips together in this way. If they wanted to go somewhere together that's really the only way they could safely do it.

GG's endorsement brands - Tod's and Gucci - have also flown him privately in the past.

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Jolyne Cujoh Definitve Preliminary Poll

[bebegi]

-ˋˏ ༻ VENUS ❁ planet of love ༺ ˎˊ-

"When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over." ~ Sappho (Fragment 31)

genre: social media au | ‘coworkers’ to lovers + mutual pining ⚝

inspired by jolyne, fly high with gucci + other collaborations of araki and gucci !!

pairings: jolyne x reader

warnings: individual warnings for each chapter

‹ PROFILES — INTRO ›

notes: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY 🤞 and there was no better present for me than share this with you babes !! my first short-hybrid smau!! and with jolyne!! you have always been super supportive of my posts so there's no better way for me to show you how grateful I am than giving you my baby venus!! love u guys so much <3

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

[kitthepurplepotato]

Shenanigans EXTRA (1/2) - A trip to another universe!

Summary: Y/N, Katsuki, Izuku and Shouto goes on an adventure to another universe. Having of each is already enough but two?! Things get weird really quickly.

Warnings: Swear words, sex jokes, horny thoughts

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who’s who, so…

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world’s Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world’s Katsuki

I hope that helps!

If you want to start at the beginning, CLICK HERE for the first chapter!

If you want to read the Alternative Universe Arc alone, CLICK HERE! (It can be read without knowing the full story! It’s only 3 chapters!)

Check out all my works HERE! 💥

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A few months ago in another universe.

Bakugou Katsuki. University student. Hobbies: Drums, nerdy things, Marvel and All Might movies. Secretly collects Pokémon and Yu-gi-Oh cards. Loves Funko Pops. Top student. Drummer in a cool, edgy band. Definitely not a hero but apparently he is one in another universe. Because that shit exist. Yeah. Shocker.

How does he know that? Because he met the love of his life when the gate between the two worlds had suddenly opened. She fell from the sky. Literally. He swears he wasn’t on any substances when this had happened. He does drink quite a lot, don’t judge him, he’s a fucking UNI student, but drugs aren’t his thing. He also have two bozos, Deku and Shouto, who can vouch for him if you don’t believe him. They were also completely sober, even though with those two, Bakugou is never sure. They look high 24/7.

So long story short, this random, absolutely gorgeous lady fell from the sky, she knew them by their names and she also told Bakugou that his other self hates her guts and he got so angry he started crying out of pure frustration, promising this gorgeous girl that he’ll find her in his world and fucking marry her on the spot because Bakugou was head over heels for her the second her lovely butt touched the ground.

Bakugou did not a give a fuck about love before but now he does. Oh hell, he really fucking does. This lady was only with them for 24 fucking hours but it’s been months now and he still can’t forget about her. But here’s the problem; this lady wasn’t Japanese. She was a fucking foreigner living in Japan. Which means, Bakugou had to work his ass off while doing UNI full time to have enough money to fly to her country for a whole month. It was terrible. He had no life, no time for anything, he was tired 24/7 and even though he just landed on this foreign land and he should be excited about it, he just want to fucking sleep for a week, which he won’t, because he only has 4 fucking weeks to find this bloody woman and make her fall for him. No time to sleep here.

“Kacchan, you won’t woo her with a face of a serial killer, you do need to sleep.”

He hates when his best friend is right.

So he sleeps. For one whole day. That will hopefully be enough to rid him of his Gucci bags.

He’s out of the bed by 7AM the next day, fueled by a weird feeling which makes him believe that Y/N is close by - Which would be ridiculous. Meeting her on the first day? Absolutely not possible. Life isn’t that kind and Bakugou doesn’t believe that faith has the power to connect two people out of the blue even though he literally fell in love after a foreigner fell from the sky for him and is literally spending all his money to find her right now. He’s a fucking hypocrite, isn’t he? Yeah, whatever. He believes in faith in a way, he believes that you can feel when you are on the right path, you can feel when you meet the right people, but faith opening the right doors to find the right path is nothing but a fairytale. Again, says the guy whose girlfriend fell from the sky.

With that said, Bakugou leaves the house in his fanciest clothing which only makes him look like half a nerd and not a full one. Should’ve gotten contacts though. His glasses are really fucking nerdy. He can only hope that Y/N likes nerds because otherwise, this mission is a failure from the start.

He decides to take it easy and get some breakfast instead of searching like an idiot. The other world’s Y/N gave him some potential addressees he needs to check but he can’t do this shit with an empty stomach, so he runs into the nearest coffee shop to get some pastries and a big jug of black coffee but some bozo decides to run into him, trying to get through the door first, even though there is enough space for the both of them inside.

“Oi, careful!” Bakugou reprimands after realizing that the girl he just bumped into is much more fragile than him. Because he’s a fucking gentleman. You heard it right, a GENTLEMAN.

Okay. No fucking way. This is a fucking joke.

“Fuck’s sake, this is the shittiest day of my life!” Y/N tries to squeeze past mumbling back in English for some reason, but there is no way Bakugou will let her run away.

“It’s 8 in the fucking morning, silly.”

Oh god. He sounds so lovesick. And his accent is so shitty. The Y/N of the other works spoke perfect Japanese so he must say he’s a little bit uhm… surprised. But at least she speaks English. That’s… helpful.

“The fuck are you so happy for? Did you win the lottery?” Y/N tries to acts nonchalant but her cheeks are dusted red.

“Yeah, I think I just did.” He admits with the silliest smile on his face.

… there goes Katsuki’s plans to be cool. Nevermind.

“Well, you have a weird way of flirting. I’m intrigued.” She answers back. They are literally standing in the doorway, blocking the exit but no one dares to speak about it. What a chill country. Maybe he should move here after retirement.

“Well, it’s far more believable than saying that I’ve met your twin from another universe a few months ago and I was kinda looking for you for several months now.”

“Is it weird that… I can kinda believe that?” Y/N looks into Bakugou’s eyes and that’s when Bakugou completely loses it. His face becomes a mess of emotions, there is adoration, wonder, a weird kind of anxiety he’s never felt before, his urgent need for coffee long forgotten.

“Can we share a table, then?” Bakugou tries his best to sound confident, but his voice wavers when Y/N looks at him with eyes full of rejection.

“Not unless you can help me with my Japanese homework. I have an exam in two days.” She sighs, finally moving away from the door, leaving the lovelorn Bakugou alone in the doorway.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m Japanese.” Katsuki answers in his own mother language, trying his best to not smirk menacingly, but he probably does it anyway.

“Study date with a stranger?” Y/N fucking winks and that’s when Bakugou descends into another world, thankfully, not literally.

“Oh my god, you two, get a table.” The bartender rolls her eyes and it’s weirdly sounds like “get a room.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou and Y/N has a study date. By the end of the day - yes, they’ve been at it the whole day, eating pastries for breakfast, lunch and dinner - Y/N looks like she’s about to pass out, but she has a content smile on her face as she looks at her notebook filled with random notes from Bakugou himself.

Bakugou isn’t the most patient person when it comes to studying so needless to say he did end up yelling at the poor girl quite a few times but instead of the usual resentment he got nothing but cute giggles as a reaction. Bakugou is already head over heels for this version of Y/N. She’s fierce but cute, she can handle his temper perfectly and they just… click. It really feels like they were meant to be.

“Any chance you are the type of nerd who’s great at everything? I also need to catch up on math and English.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?” Bakugou smirks and Y/N smirks back at him.

“Deal.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Bakugou leaves a cheeky kiss in Y/N’s hair and runs towards the door, trying his best to hide his red face from the crowd.

“How do you know my full name?!”

Bakugou doesn’t need to think about an answer for this one.

“Faith.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou helps Y/N with her studies every day for the whole month. It’s around the second week when Y/N admits she’s been looking for opportunities to study in Japan. She doesn’t need to say anything else for Bakugou to know there is something more behind that decision than Y/N’s dreams to see Tokyo; the way they are cuddled up on Bakugou’s floor surrounded by random notes is more than enough for him to know that he’s not the only one feeling this weird connection between them.

Y/N kisses him on the lips when they say goodbye at the airport. Bakugou sells half of his clothes to make space for her stuff in his closet after he gets home.

~•💥•~

Now back to the hero world.

“Are we all ready?” You yell loudly to gain everyone’s attention.

“Let’s go!” Yells Katsuki, exhilarated.

“Yes.” Typical Todoroki. He doesn’t even look excited.

“What if we get stuck there? Are you sure you are capable of doing this, Y/N? There must be a limit to your powers, what if something goes wrong and we will be stuck in a weird in-between or in the quantum realm like in that cool superhero film? What if by the time we manage to come back all out friends are dead?! Oh my god….”

Do you even need to say who that was? Probably not.

“Well, have fun.” A grumpy voice comes from the background. “Don’t worry about me being left out. Honestly, no biggie, I’ll just cry myself to sleep, alone in my room while my friends are having a pajama party in a cool universe…”

You would love to be able to bring Eijirou with you as well, but someone needs to run the agency.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid red monkey, I told you I’ll stay back the next time!”

You sigh and decide to just go for it before poor Izuku’s brain explodes from all the unnecessary worry.

Everyone screams. Then they scream some more when they start to fall into eternal nothingness.

You think about the University those guys go to. About the green grass and the benches surrounding the small clearing right next to the University, you think about Midoriya’s eyeliner, their unproblematic smiles and suddenly, a small spot of light appears right under your foot, the spot getting bigger and bigger as you fall and fall and fall until your butts hit the pretty green grass.

“Fucking hell, babe, that was a shitty landing!”

“Sorry, princess, I’ll get you a massive bed for the next time, okay?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Always.”

“Guys, I’m… me is looking at us?! Okay, I’m officially freaking out. Oh my god, I’m wearing an eyeliner. I think I’m going to pass out. Guys, I’m passing out. Oh my…”

“Pay up, halfie.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.” Shouto pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to Katsuki.

“Y/N!” A really gay-looking, lanky nerd jumps on your back and hangs there like a monkey. You decide to show off your new strength by catching the guy’s thighs and give him a piggy back ride.

“Oi, put your filthy arms away from my woman, you nerdy little shit! Also, your other self just passed out on the floor!”

“Oh my god, that’s me?!” Midoriya jumps off your back and goes towards Izuku to take a better look. Todoroki (the other one.) runs back to their bench to grab a bottle of water and sits down next to your Izuku, absolutely ignoring his other self for the sake of your world’s Izuku.

Well, now… it’s really hard not to laugh.

Picture this. There is a passed out Izuku on the ground, surrounded by two worried Todorokis, one lean and nerdy and one looking like a greek god. Then there is this world’s Midoriya, slim and wearing the colors of the rainbow, shamelessly touching Izuku’s massive arms with pure wonder, at least until he looks up to the Greek God Shouto; he stares at the guy with hungry eyes, looking him up and down, and he just says.

“I would let you ruin my favorite underwear in a heart beat.”

Katsuki hollers.

“Oh my god, this guy is Deku? THIS?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Also, you just let your boyfriend salivate over another guy right in front of your face?” Katsuki looks at the other Todoroki who only shrugs at that.

“Well, technically, he is me. So he’s salivating over me just with more muscles.”

That’s fair.

“Hi, I’m Todoroki Shouto. Nice to meet you.” Shouto shakes Todoroki’s hand. Katsuki is about to pass out from all the laughing, still laying on the floor.

“Uhm, hi. I’m also… Todoroki Shouto.”

Awkward silence. Katsuki is dead.

“Okay, while I really enjoy your shenanigans, let’s move to somewhere private before someone gets a heart attack from seeing this shit.” You giggle. Shouto is about to take his boyfriend into his arms when Todoroki stops him.

“I’ll take him.” He takes a deep breath while Midoriya snickers in the background. Needless to say he can’t even lift the guy off the ground. “Nevermind. You can… take him.” He moves away awkwardly, back to his partner’s side who looks at him with nothing but pity in his eyes.

“We will start working out from tomorrow.” Midoriya gives Todoroki a shoulder pat.

Todoroki doesn’t say anything just nods.

Shouto takes Izuku’s body in his arms without even flinching.

“I think I peed a little a bit.”

“Oh my god, Deku.”

~•💥•~

“You are so cute.”

Those are Izuku’s first words after he finally decides to wake up properly, now in Todoroki’s room. This world’s Todoroki blushes like a maniac.

“How long am I going to be ignored? Huh?” Katsuki decides to throw an actual hissy fit, hand on his hips and everything. “What about me?! I look fucking hot too! Don’t ignore me!”

“Yeah, where is the other Kacchan?” Izuku asks the million dollar question.

“Yeah, where is my other boo? I wanna kiss his stupid face for making me realize this guy isn’t just an asshole.”

It’s harsh, but it’s the truth. Without this world’s Bakugou you wouldn’t be here right now. You must thank him properly.

“Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Kacchan, don’t worry, you look gorgeous, honeybun!” Midoriya decides to save the day. “I love the undercut and damn, that waist!”

“Finally, thank you!” Katsuki mutters with a red face. “Fucking ignoring me, I can’t believe this shit…” He mumbles in the most adorable way and you can’t help but cuddle into him, your eyes full of adoration.

“I love you, you gremlin.”

“Asshole.” He mutters back but he kisses your forehead anyway.

“SURPRISE BITCHES!” Todoroki’s door opens and that’s when it’s your time to loose your shit; seeing this world’s Bakugou again is already enough for your heart to act up but there is another person next to him, none other than yourself. “No fucking shit! No way! Y/N!” Bakugou is right in your personal space, hugging the shit out of you while your other self gawks at the whole scene.

“So that comment before wasn’t a poor attempt at flirting?! Katsuki?! What the fuck is going on?!” Your other self stares at you for several seconds before she finally speaks again. “Damn, I’m hot! Damn, you are hot! The fuck are these people?!”

You are just about to answer your own (?) question when Bakugou makes a move towards your boyfriend, extremely pissed all of a sudden.

“You fucking asshole!” Bakugou attempts to hit Katsuki but needless to say, he dodges it and literally just grabs the guy’s shirt and yanks him up and far away from him, like he weights nothing. “Oi, let me fucking hit you! You broke Y/N’s heart, you absolute moron, you are the e stupidest fucking blonde in the whole wide universe! I’m ashamed of you! Shame! Shame! Shame”

“You know Kacchan is mad when he starts quoting Game of Thrones.” Rainbow Deku adds helpfully.

“Stop fiddling and calm the fuck down! I’m doing my best to not fucking hit you myself for cuddling my girlfriend back then! I was so mad I couldn’t sleep for three days after that!”

“Oh?” Finally, Bakugou stops moving around and just looks at himself (?) with a questioning look.

“Yeah, oh, you fucking idiot, do you think I actually hated her guts back then? I was stupid, but I’ve learnt my lesson so stop fucking trying to kill me with your chicken arms!”

“So, you two…”

“Yeah. I fucking love her. Of course I fucking do. We just moved in together.” Katsuki finally puts Bakugou down, blushing like a school kid.

“We also have a pet pigeon, Steven… wait no. Stephanie.” You put your arm around Katsuki’s torso and pull him close. He leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead again.

“We also have two grand kids. Stephanie just had babies.” You look up at your boyfriend like you are talking about your actual grandchildren and not just about some random pigeons who decided to live on your balcony. Katsuki looks back at you with so much fondness in his eyes it kinda makes you tear up.

“Oh my god, get a room.” Deku smirks at your boyfriend, who smirks back.

“If there is a spare room we can use, I’m happy to oblige.”

“You can use Izuku’s room, it’s free!” Todoroki says right away and Bakugou slaps his own face out of embarrassment.

“Honeybun, you just told them to go and fuck in my room.” Deku puts his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder who gets as red as a lobster when he realizes his mistake.

“Why is human language so hard?”

“Don’t worry, you are not alone.” Shouto goes over to himself with an understanding look. “I’m also terrible at understanding these things. I get in trouble all the time. Or I just get laughed at. Just smile like you’ve meant it as a joke and then they’ll think you are just funny. Don’t ask me why, I don’t understand either, but that’s what I was told to do.”

“Okay, why don’t we sit the fuck down? I’m starting to get dizzy from seeing two of the same people. I need a moment of silence to get my head around this shit.” Your other self speaks up and honestly….

“Same.”

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for being so late with this, I finished this chapter ages ago then I forgot that I need to post it? 😂 I was also busy writing the two upcoming series, one Bakugou x Reader and one Kirishima x Reader (different reader) spin-off for this series! Please please please give them a read when they come out! I’m so excited for them!

- I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand who’s who, I really tried my best!

-I’ll try to post the last chapter of this one as soon as I can, I’m almost done with it! I will post the Kirishima one first though, so you guys can have a little peek into what’s coming! 💜

- Thank you for all your support during this series, your comments give me a reason to live 💜

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[chocomar-art]

He looks pretty good in Gucci, no?

Ko-Fi | Carrd

[roeroe-world]

harlem world. (paid in full edition)

starring: laparriea as astrid, mekhi phifer as mitch

set in the mid to late 1980s.

warning(s): harsh language, use of marijuana, very detailed explicit smut, adult situations

Loud rap music blares loudly throughout the crowded block. Conversations and laughter being shared between individuals. It seems live, a block party but specifically for a certain group of people.

Everyone looked like money, incredibly flashy. Dressed in the finest furs, MCM coats, Rolexes, diamond and gold jewelry, Dapper Dan fashions. Sports cars, specifically Mercedes Benz’s were parked in the area— right in front of food joint, Willie’s Burger.

Pagers beeped at a constant rate in the atmosphere, alluring black and brown women flooding the social space as the men spit game— in the meanwhile exuding arrogance yet confidence ‘cause they know they got it like that.

If you were here, it was a significant reminder that you made it.

Almost every dude in the hoods of Harlem wished to be in the shoes of those who were able to make it to that level. The women, the clothes, the jewelry, the cars, the money, the love. Not many could achieve that level of success in the hood but if you did… you were that nigga.

“Nah, b. I was rockin’ Gucci before all of y’all niggas. Y’all just catchin’ the wave. Nah’ mean?”

The New York accents were severely heavy, ranging through the air. Often banging their fists into the palm of their hands or slapping their palms together, speaking with their hands as they get their points across. Stacks of money being tossed into the air.

The women were fly but in Mitch’s eyes, they had absolutely nothing on her.

Leaning on the hood of the cherry red BMW Ace gifted him— his pools of brown softly pierces at the side profile of the captivating young woman standing spaces afar from where he stood.

Her skin a perfect shade of brown, an ebony goddess. Eyes slanted, lashes curly and luscious. Cheekbones sitting high and mighty. Lips painted a bright shade of red, complimenting her skin tone.

Jet black tresses curled to perfection, pausing above her waist.

She was fly, a gray fur coat upon her frame. Bamboo heart shaped earrings amongst her ears, bouncing with every movement she made. A lollipop resting in her mouth.

The woman stood between another man’s legs, smiling in his face. Meanwhile, Mitch had a woman in his arms as she smiles in his face just as bright as hers— failing to attempt to keep his undivided attention on her. She follows his eyes, instantaneously growing upset the second she sets her eyes on the scene.

With an eye roll, she kisses her teeth before sending a rough shove to his shoulder and walking off with a switch in her hips.

Mitch’s eyebrows furrow in slight irritation at the woman’s sudden actions yet watches her hips for a moment then returns his gaze onto the beauty. Without wasting another second, he makes his way over.

Her short French tip manicure caresses the gold Jesus piece hanging around the man’s neck. Pearly whites being showcased as she converses with the male, beginning to caress his low beard and stare in his direction in pure infatuation yet lust.

She seems engulfed into his presence until Mitch made his presence very known.

“Astrid…” That familiar tone of voice, his dialect meets her eardrums causing her to nearly melt. Her head nearly snapping in his direction but she maintains her composure. “How’s it goin’, baby? You missed me?”

Their eyes connecting, a knowing smirk upon both of their canvases, “How’s it goin’, Mitch? I heard you were out.” Intentionally, she avoids his questions given they were being listened to and watched.

“Mitch. What’s happenin’ baby?” Dash quizzes, pulling the woman closer in his arms. His pools of brown searching upward and downward upon the man, wondering what he wanted. Already aggravated by his presence.

Astrid grasps the opportunity of analyzing Mitch’s frame, subtly admiring how fly he looked while her current companion tries to spark up a conversation.

Mitch glances the male up and down, letting out a slight comical laugh. “I’m livin’, b. I’m livin’…” His gaze averting onto the beauty. “This your mans now, huh?” His tone full of amusement and jealousy but he kept it cool, pointing in the male’s direction. Despite being bitter about the situation.

Her smile slightly drops, chuckling nervously. Before she could respond, Dash stands to his feet completely, gently forcing Astrid’s body behind his frame— no longer leaning on the side of his Benz. His hands folding in front of his frame. “Yeah, I’m her nigga now. What the fuck about it?” He steps to him fearlessly, their pools of brown piercing into one another’s intensely. There was no more playing nice.

The two men began to have a face off, staring in each other’s faces in silence. Pure hatred filling their brown orbs. They didn’t know each other quite well but they knew of each other around the way. Mitch couldn’t say he never liked him before but that’s all changed. He despises him now.

“Fuck out of my face, mothafucka.” Mitch sends him a mean mug, glancing over Dash’s shoulder. His attention falling upon a speechless Astrid. “Let me know when you ready to fuck with a real nigga again.” He marches away from the scene, pushing through the crowd and ignoring the stares.

Dash sends the air a kick of anger. “Kick fuckin’ rocks, you punk ass nigga. Get the fuck outta here. The fuck is he talkin’ about again? Fuck is he talkin’ bout, yo.”

Astrid waves him off, sending him an eye roll, “I’m ready to go. Take me home.” Her leather high heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she walks to the passenger side of his vehicle.

The male stood there, staring at the woman while clenching his jaw to maintain his composure. His fists tightening at his sides, lips completely sealed to refrain from saying something he would ultimately regret.

She sends him a look, “Dash?” With the simple harsh summon of his name, he pulls up his jeans before furiously marching to the driver’s side of his Benz and forcing the door open.

Dash speeds off the sidewalk, Astrid sitting in the passenger side. “Yo, what the fuck—” Her head resting in the palm of her hand, a heavy stressful sigh passing her lips while the male began to start an explosive argument with her.

Mitch overhears the commotion, observing the drop top speed off with a head shake. He takes a pull of the lit blunt in his hand, choosing to sit in his vehicle instead.

————

Humming to herself, Astrid wipes the kitchen table. Her natural tresses swinging in the high ponytail upon her head with every step she takes. She began to wipe the counters. The television playing softly in the background from the living room of her two bedroom spacious apartment.

She’d spent most of the day cleaning, resetting her space. Rearranging picture frames, furniture, tossing out belongings that she no longer needs.

It was just one of those days.

These past couple of weeks has been pretty rough for the young woman. Work as well as her personal life kept her overstimulated. She was in need of a reset. And as the saying goes, ‘Cleanliness is next to Godliness.’

Three lovely knocks meets her door earning a sigh of pure annoyance from the woman. Honestly, she’s in no mood to deal with people at the moment.

Kissing her teeth at the sight in the peephole, she cracks the door open halfway, “You got some damn nerve showing up here, Mitch.” His smile drops the moment he catches the stern expression on her face. She doesn’t appear too ecstatic to see him.

“What, baby? I can’t come see you no more?”

Mitch remained persistent since that night of chaos and pettiness. Days at a time, he would send flowers and make efforts to talk to her but she would blow him off. Though, Astrid could tell he’s working to the best of his ability to be back in her good graces again.

“Why do you keep bothering me?” Her head tilts to the side in irritation yet amusement.

“Why you actin’ like that? That nigga Dash in here or somethin’?” He tries to get a good look inside and fails severely as she prepares to slam the door in his face. “First of all, Dash isn’t my father. Two, I never forgot how foul you did me. Don’t think ‘cause you been locked up that I bumped my head and caught amnesia.”

His facial expression softens. Unfortunately, she’s absolutely right. She wouldn’t have forgotten his mistakes and his wrongdoings. Astrid is far from stupid and he wouldn’t exactly expect her to be easy on him yet that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Yo, Astrid?” He began. She sighs already knowing he’s gonna feed her the same bullshit she used to fall for. “I know I fucked up, aight? I’m just tryna… I’m righting my wrongs. When I was locked down all I thought about was you, how much I missed you—”

“You ain’t waste no time to go back to hustling. Did you?” The woman interrupts him, no longer in the mood to hear any more lovey dovey shit. His silence proves her right, encouraging her to utter, “Exactly.”

“We all gotta eat. I can’t take care of you with no bread, baby. You know that?”

“I ain’t knocking your hustle. Do you what you gotta do. Besides, I’m so sick of you niggas tellin’ me y’all can take care of me and buy me this— buy me that. I can already do all that myself.” She argues. Frustration fueling her veins.

Mitch isn’t the first nor the last hustler she’s dated. Most of them were arrogant and made money their entire personality, she dreaded men that way. More often, they couldn’t treat her right.

They treated her more like a trophy, a possession. But Mitch…

“I know that.” He laughs slightly, leaning against the doorframe. “I know you make your own money but so do I and I like spending it on you. That shit ain’t gon’ change.” His gaze deep and passionate as he admires her natural beauty.

Their pools of brown flowing into one another’s intensely, “I’ve been such a bitch to you and you still won’t leave me alone?”

“Nah. I’m used to way worse.”

Mitch was different than the others.

Minus the issues of their relationship. She couldn’t deny how much of a passionate lover Mitch was. What they had was natural, never a lick of anything superficial. He treated her like his woman, not a possession.

She sends an eye roll, unable to fight her laughter. “Whatever, boy. What you want? I’m in the middle of something right now.” She lies straight through her teeth. Her apartment is practically clean.

“To take you out to eat. That’s it. I’ll bring you back home. No funny business.”

Looking him up and down, her tongue sliding against the side of her mouth, “Fine.” She gives in. “No funny business.” The beauty sending him a slight stern look but he could recognize her walls were slowly crumbling apart.

“Aight.” He remains nonchalant, fighting his smile yet not taking his eyes off of her.

————

“Oh, wow.” Analyzing the inside of the restaurant, she fights her smile but eventually loses. “This is where we had our first date.” The restaurant was all too familiar to her. In fact, it began to bring back memories. Memories she and Mitch shared. It was apart of their history.

His lips forming into a charismatic smile, he replies, “Yeah. You remember?”

She doesn’t respond, allowing him to take her hand and lead her to their appointed table. “I was tryna impress you…” He tells her, his mind traveling back to that day. Suddenly, every detail began rushing through their minds.

They take a seat but instead of a regular table, the duo were seated at a booth unlike the last time. The second his arm sits upon her shoulder to pull her warm body closer to his, her gaze meets his hand before she sends him a look, “Don’t think everything is cool now ‘cause you did all of this. Remember you left me at my lowest, Mitch.” It seems as if he’s getting too comfortable.

A sigh escaping his throat, “I—”

“What can I get you two to drink?” The waiter unintentionally interrupts the male, glancing between the two unknowingly. “Just get us a bottle of Champagne.” He doesn’t even bother to look in the waiter’s direction, observing the young woman peering across the restaurant.

Her naturally long jet black tresses were pinned into an updo, exposing her captivating canvas. Even when she’s mad, she’s gorgeous.

The second the waiter saunters off, he summons her name, “Astrid?”

He didn’t understand her mood swings. Everything seemed cool in the car on the way here. Yet, she switched up on him that quick. It began to stress the male out. His patience was beginning to wane.

Her head turns to face him, glancing at his lips to his pools of brown, “Mitch?” She crosses her arms. “I lost our baby. The least you could’ve done was be there for me.”

The sudden mention of the miscarriage made him sit back, the subject made his entire demeanor change. His attention averting away from the woman seated on the side of his being.

“I wanted to be there for you but I got knocked. You know that.”

“Of course, I know. I also know that you don’t give a fuck about anybody but yourself. It’s you before anybody.”

“Yo, what?” His facial expression curls upward, head tilting backward in pure offense. “You know that ain’t true, Astrid. The miscarriage hurt me too. I tried to be the best support system I could be. Fuck, I got knocked. The fuck could I do from jail?” He manages to keep his voice down but others seated amongst the duo sensed the tension. “How long you gonna punish me, yo? I’m trying.”

Astrid doesn’t respond, keeping her lips sealed before uttering something she would regret. She couldn’t see past her anger nor her hurt to hear him out. She keeps her gaze ahead, fighting her tears.

“What I also know is that you ain’t pay me not one visit— you ain’t answer my phone calls nor did you write me back when I was in the joint. Let’s talk about that, huh?”

Scoffing, her head shaking side to side, “Take me home, Mitch.”

He watches her scoot out of the booth, angrily strutting past their table. At this point, they were earning stares. The waiter returns to the scene in confusion, the bottle of Champagne in hand.

“Send it back. We don’t need it.”

Despite not being able to have a drink nor a meal, he leaves a fat tip on the table and gets out of the booth. Disappointment and aggravation clouding over his frame.

————

The car ride was severely silent. The wind blowing against both of their canvases and Astrid’s hair as Mitch’s drop top was down. Slow jams filling the space between the two as they snuck occasional glances at one another. They hadn’t uttered a single word to each other since their small disagreement at the restaurant.

Pride was eating at the both of them, resulting in the two to keep their lips sealed. Though, they had so much to say. So much pent up.

Parking in front of the apartment building, Astrid immediately reaches for the door. “Don’t you dare touch that door.” His voice meets her eardrums and she sits back, letting out a deep sigh.

The male gets out of the vehicle first, waltzing to the other side to open the door for the woman. Her gaze averts upward in his direction, their eyes connecting as she hops out. He breaks it before shutting the door behind her being.

Connecting their hands, “You got any business to take care of tonight?” She quizzes, a glint in her eye.

“Maybe.” He replies smartly.

“Put it on hold.” His eyebrow raising at the woman’s demand. “I need you to take care of me right now.”

Her head buries into the crook of his neck, planting sensual kisses while traveling to his jawline— soon came his lips. Their lips connect into a soft union, growing fervent as time progresses.

Each breath one let out, the other sucked in. Pink wet muscles dancing with one another hungrily, ardent. Their heart beat racing as neither of the two struggled to keep up. They matched each other’s energy perfectly.

The young woman disconnects their lips, Mitch pursues for more— his low bedroom eyes piercing deeply downward into hers but she tilts her head backward. Patience is a virtue. Instead, maintains the tight grip on his hand and leads him inside of her apartment building.

The night is still young.

The second they step foot inside of her apartment, Mitch was on the woman like white on rice. He pins her hands above her head against the wall, tonguing her down as if his life depended upon it.

It began to grow hot, extremely hot. The humid temperature led to the pair ripping off their clothes, completely bare and sweaty.

He was in absolute control as he wasted no more time to enter her wanting, dripping crevice. “O-Oh shit!” His hips circling into hers deeply, passionately. His pools of brown pouring deep into hers, her legs tightening around his waist so she couldn’t fall out of his tight hold.

Astrid’s head falls against the wall, mouth hanging agape. Pleasure clouds her lust filled brain daze. Neither of two could think clearly, lost in the world of fire and desire.

She took whatever he offered like a good girl, screaming to the top of her lungs. Her once neat apartment began to get messy as their sexcapades grew wilder, their body parts knocking over whatever is in their way. They were like animals, ravishing their prey which happens to be one another.

All this time of being apart, not with one another when they’ve been longing to be in this position. Yet, they were, in multiple positions indeed.

The pent up anger and frustration increased their stamina. Hours they went on, experiencing orgasms at an exhausting rate, not for once becoming tired of one another. In fact, the couple was dedicated to showcase their talents. It became more of a competition, a challenge. So far, Mitch had the upper hand, fucking her so good that it brought her to tears.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Her squeals high-pitched and deafening.

“You like that shit?” Mitch’s voice deep and rough, roaring throughout the apartment. His gold chain dangling in her face.

They talked their shit, mouths uttering nothing but pure filth that they were in dire need of having their mouths washed out with soap. Astrid left him tongue tied with her tricks but it wouldn’t be long before he would outshine her which he did. Every single fucking time. The neighbors being the least of their concerns.

At times, Astrid would try to be as quiet as she could. But she couldn’t, especially when she was trying to prove that he isn’t getting the best of her when indeed he is. He left her screaming, creaming, crying for the most high.

“Fuckkkk…” She cries out into the atmosphere. French tip acrylics dragging along his sweaty chest, needy watery eyes peering upward in the male’s direction. Legs cracked open widely. Desperate for more as if her aching pussy isn’t being fed enough as is.

The couch shook violently. The harsh sounds of skin slapping surrounds the humid living room. Mitch’s grip upon her shaky thighs were tight so she wouldn’t escape, her nectar flowing through her cavern excessively curating loud squelching sounds. Both of their gazes occasionally glancing at where their bodies met, the pair feeling the intense passion.

“Fuck, I love you.” The woman babbles drunkenly though she isn’t under any kind of influence. “I love you, Mitch. Don’t ever leave me again.” Tears cascading along her mahogany cheeks.

His top row of pearly whites sinks into his plump bottom lip, groaning to himself, “Fuck.” He was giving her his absolute all, an ultimately mind blowing performance. He looked incredibly sexy on top of her, sweating and panting heavily.

Astrid pulls his thick, long phallus out of her and welcomes him between her warm first pair of lips instead. Her gaze low and seductive, crawling to him upon her knees without a single complaint. Mitch’s mouth fell agape yet again for the millionth time tonight, watching her head bob up and down with much passion. Her hand twisting around his veiny hardened member all in the same note.

“Ah, shit.” He moans lowly, eyes shutting in pure pleasure for a moment. His fingers tangling within her messy tresses that sweated out due to their activities.

“Fuck, I missed you…” She sucks him off like no tomorrow, kissing and licking it as if it would be her last. “I love you too. I ain’t going no fuckin’ where, baby.” He babbles mindlessly though he meant every word he said, rocking his hips into her face. His reaction only encourages her to go harder.

Tears rolling along her face with a mouth full, grasping the opportunity of tasting her sweet honey in the process. Clearly, she isn’t trying to be pretty nor cute. But in Mitch’s eyes, she looked incredibly sexy, slurping him into cloud nine.

Her cavern throbbing for him again but she’s focused on pleasuring him, not holding back whatsoever. “Hm, I missed you.” She hums softly, going back to work. In the meanwhile, admiring the creation of his curved dick. Her tight throat welcoming him without an issue, making love to him using her tongue. Her tongue could do wonders.

She’s far from afraid of it. Her first go round, she avoided it but now she went all the way. Complete full throttle. Not once did Astrid hold back, especially tonight.

Honestly, this isn’t her thing and she didn’t do it for every guy she’s been with sexually. But for Mitch, Astrid went there and not once does she feel disgusted nor ashamed about it. It came naturally.

Then she stops, in desperate need of the sensation of him inside of her again, sitting upon his lap and sinking onto his rock hard member yet again. “Yes…” She sighs to herself, eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Mitch observing her reaction as well as her breasts, sending a harsh smack to her backside.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.” She bounces on top of Mitch’s lap, fucking herself into oblivion. Lips falling agape as squeals and whines escapes her throat. Her hands resting on his chest.

The male sits up to bury his face into the crook of her neck, leaving love bites upon her smooth ebony skin. The throbbing, the pleasure, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Panting heavily, Mitch encourages her, “Come for me. Let that shit go.” He fucks up into her, tapping at her spot consistently, his climax quickly approaching yet again for the night.

“Mitch…” She whimpers, eyebrows furrowing together pleasurably.

A familiar sensation within the pent of her stomach approaches and she couldn’t contain it any longer. “There you go, baby.” It was as if her soul was being snatched out of her body the moment her orgasm comes crashing down upon the woman. Her legs shaking violently.

His gaze falling between their connected bodies, admiring how soaked and sloppy everything looks. She felt so good, too good.

“Oh, shit.” He groans aloud, reaching his climax as well. His tongue dragging across his lips as his arms tightens around her waist. Mitch ensures every drop of his seed meets her walls.

A moment of silence clouds the two before Astrid lets out a small laugh of disbelief, mind blown by what just occurred between the two. One thing for sure, she was far from disappointed.

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The frying pan sizzles intensely as Astrid cracks an egg carefully to prevent any shells from falling inside. Rap music blasting from the stereo system due to Mitch turning it on before hopping in the shower.

The morning after their wild night fell and she was still on a slight high, smiling brightly whenever memories would flood her mind. It left her in a good enough mood to cook.

Whilst stirring the eggs, Mitch enters the kitchen. A towel loosely hanging from his waist. He grabs a piece of bacon from the plate off the table, taking a bite before sending a slap to her backside. Astrid slightly jumps, “Stoppp!” She drags out, blushing wildly. “You owe me for my hair appointment too.”

Previously, her tresses were all over the place. The strands were frizzy and slightly untamed. She didn’t want to deal with it so she put her hair in a ponytail which happens to be messy but it was decent for the moment.

His arms enveloping around her waist, head resting upon her shoulder. “I got you.” Lips meeting the side of her neck, planting small loving pecks along her mahogany skin.

A couple enthusiastic knocks pounds upon her door earning the couple’s attention. “Yo, Astrid, baby? It’s me. Open the door.” Dash’s booming voice is heard from the outside. A heavy sigh passing Astrid’s lips. Mitch couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself, chewing softly on the piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Don’t you start, Mitchell.” She points the spatula in the male’s direction, sitting it down amongst the counter. The male’s pools of brown trailing up and down the beauty’s petite frame as she began to walk past him.

Adjusting her silk robe, the woman unlocks and opens the door halfway to lay eyes on a grinning Dash. “What’s up? I hit you up earlier. You ain’t get my call.” He appears ecstatic to see her though Astrid couldn’t exactly say she felt the same.

Dash was a guy she liked at some point of time. She held an infatuation with his personality, also enjoyed the stacks of money he would give her just because. But Dash was just company. A man she dealt with whenever she was in the mood or bored.

Her manicured hand reaching to the side of her neck, scratching it awkwardly, “I…” She began, though she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Mitch smoothly saunters behind the woman, standing firmly and looking him dead in the eye. “She was busy.” He answers for her, making his presence very known, watching Dash’s entire demeanor change. He couldn’t lie, Mitch enjoyed seeing that dumbfounded expression upon his canvas.

“What the fuck goin’ on, Astrid? Why this wack ass nigga speakin’ to me right now?” Dash points to the male, laughing as if he’s a joke.

“She ain’t your concern no more. So whatever y’all had before is dead, my nigga. Don’t come around here no more.” The woman remains silent as Mitch speaks loud and clear. His Harlem accent strong and demanding, not a single speck of hesitation nor crack within his tone. He was quite adamant about his demands.

It wouldn’t take long for Dash to connect the dots, glancing between the two. “Yo…” Dash began in realization, lifting a fist to his mouth. “I see what this is. Aight, aight. Cool.” He maintains his composure, grinning knowingly. “I see how it is.” Though he’s highly upset, she could tell. An expression of defeat falling onto his canvas.

“So, baby, you fuckin’ with him now? Hm? That’s what we doin’? After everything I did for you, ma.” Dash lets out a calm laugh, his head nodding in quite disbelief. It was a taking a lot in him to not go off but he kept his cool. He remained nonchalant.

“Yeah, she fuckin’ with a real nigga again.” The arrogant smirk upon Mitch’s lips results in Dash’s chest to slightly heavy up and down. He so badly wanted to smack it off. “You was just somebody she was dealin’ with to kill time when I was gone. But I’m back and your time is up.”

It was no secret that Astrid and Mitch had history. Mitch didn’t play about her and that’s never changed. After he was arrested, men wasted no absolute time to make advances towards the woman— Dash being one of them. They were aware that it really wasn’t much that Mitch could do inside. Plus, Astrid is a grown woman.

But now that he’s free, he returned to reclaim what was once his and will always be.

Astrid glances between the two, holding her laughter. She wasn’t exactly expecting this interaction but she doesn’t stop it nor does she encourage it. Her silence triggers Dash.

“What he sayin’ true, Astrid?” His gaze averting onto the young woman behind his oversized clear glass frames, adjusting his black Kangol bucket hat before folding his hands in front of his frame. “I thought we had somethin’ special. You was playin’ me?”

Softly, she simply says, “Dash…” Ultimately feeling bad for him.

“You got the point? Cool. Go kick some fuckin’ rocks then, punk ass nigga.”

Mitch pulls the woman closer to his bare chest, rudely slamming the door in the male’s face and locking the door. Astrid sends him a look causing his eyebrows to furrow together, replying with, “What?” He returns to kitchen and she follows closely behind, giggling softly.

“You a fuckin’ mess.”