#it’s too frustrating to be this close to what I need for my body

[pintrestgrl]

hihi it's me again, i feel super hyper rn , but bsf!jj has been stuck in my head!!! specifically bsf!jj & innocent!reader , it starts off as a innocent little hangout at the chateau and ends with a head full of blonde hair in-between readers legs .... reader vents about feeling starved-touch since the last time jj had played with her (story for another time) and jj, being the best friend he is obviously takes action!! after all isn't that what bsfs are for !

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BSF! JJ ‘ND INNOCENT!READER

you missed your bestfriend. that’s all this was. simply, a quick hang out to ease the boredom. however, there was a few pushed away thoughts in the back of your head.

ones that consisted of missing jj for other reasons too, like physical ones. you remembered everything from that one night, the night where you two shared a few hundred kisses, and he had touched you in a way that left you wanting more.

you had never done that with anyone else. never done that at all, before that night. never gave up your body like that, been seen so vulnerable infront of someone. and nobody ever made you feel the way jj did that night.

that’s how you found yourself at the chateau, sat on the couch with him. john b and sarah were out at the beach, pope studying and kie grounded. it was just you two. you first started to watch a random movie he found, before you grew bored.

you didn’t wanna be doing that— you wanted him showing you the same amount of touch he did that night. you slowly began to gain the courage, speaking. “jay, i don’t wanna watch this.” he raised his brows, looking over at you. “you told me to pick whatever. what do you wanna watch then?”

you rolled your eyes. it was beginning to annoy you how stupid he was being. how you could feel your panties sticking to you. “i don’t wanna watch anything. i just—“ you paused, unsure of what to say next. you didn’t wanna seem weird.

jj had brushed past that night like it didn’t matter. you two never brought it up again, therefore it shouldn’t have mattered or affected you this much. but it did, whether you chose to acknowledge it or not. he noticed your nervousness. “what? spit it out, kid.”

you had enough of whatever game this was. you just wanted him close to you again. you began to speak, rambling. “i just— i can’t stop thinking about that one stupid night and what we did— i haven’t even been touched like that since then and i don’t know what to do and—“

he interrupted you, speaking. “you coulda just said that shit. didn’t really need to throw a whole fit about it.” you sighed with annoyance, getting frustrated. “really? that’s all you have to say?” he laughed, remarking right back. “i can show you better then tell you.” you furrowed your brows, confused.

he slowly began to change his position, laying on his stomach in front of your body. you began to get nervous, body tensing. he slowly kissed right below the hem of your denim shorts, the kisses leaving wet marks. he sat up, pressing another wet kiss on your lips this time.

you returned it, feeling his hand subtly creep up to unbutton your shorts. he shimmied them down your body, still continuing the sloppy kiss. he ran a finger through your panty clad folds, feeling the wetness coat his finger.

he slowly pulled away, laying back down. he was eye level with your cunt, and it made you feel embarrassed. but the feeling slowly went away, realizing this was your bestfriend. the same kid who had seen you in all phases of your life, awkward and not.

you eased up, watching as he slid the panties down your legs next. he licked a long stripe up to your clit, attaching his lips around the bud. he sucked, moving your thighs to lay on his shoulders as he held your thighs open. you whimpered, he had never done this to you before.

the farthest you went with him was fingering. this was different. it made you want him all the more. he dragged his tongue back down, sloppily pushing his tongue inside your pussy. he drew out a moan from you, your hands going to the blonde boys hair.

he continued his motions, hands holding your hips down as you writhed under him. you were getting close. you recognized the feeling from the last time with him. “mmph— jay, oh my god,” he chuckled into your folds, the vibrations putting you over the edge.

you came, his mouth once again attaching to your clit to ride you through it. you moaned, the feelings beginning to feel too much. you pushed his head away, as he laughed and sat up. he wiped his mouth. “you feel better now?” he said, grinning.

truth is, it did. seriously. you nodded your head, as he slid your panties back on. he sat back against the couch with a sigh, his hands going behind his head.

it went silent for a minute, before he spoke. “next time you need that, just tell me. don’t make it all weird ‘nd shit.” you nodded, his words registering in your mind. that plan sounded better, to you.

you didn’t wanna play a game like that again.

[mydear-corinthian]

trouble sleeping

synopsis: you're having a hard time sleeping and spencer helps you

pairing: spencer reid x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering, implied insomnia, praise kink

notes: short <w.c 1000 | ib: natt-ice's p-link | divider by lavendergalactic

main masterlist | criminal minds masterlist

Sheets ruffling. Bed moving. Annoyed groans.

The gentle rustling noises behind him woke Spencer. He was startled out of his half-slumber by the little shuffle of movement and the rustle of blankets. With a sleepy blink, he rolled over and watched you squirming around to find a comfortable position. You shifted the pillows with a groan and fidgeted under the blankets, clearly frustrated.

"Hey, why are you still awake?" Spencer murmured, his voice thick with sleep as he propped himself up on one elbow. His body was now fully facing yours, eyes tracing the silhouette of your restless form in the dim light.

You mumbled, "I can't sleep," in a frustrated tone. "God, this is so annoying!" You pushed a cushion beneath your legs in an attempt to relieve some of the pain after yanking another pillow from the head of the bed but still no avail.

Spencer didn’t immediately respond. He just watched you, his gaze lingering on the frustration playing across your features. A soft scoff slipped from his lips, barely audible.

You let out a low groan as you shifted once more, desperate for some relief. The bed felt too warm, too cold, the sheets too tight, or too loose—nothing felt right. "Fuck this," you muttered, the words a bitter release, your head sinking into the pillow in exasperation.

After a few minutes of your boyfriend watching you suffer, he spoke up. "I have an idea. Statistics shows that you can sleep immediately after you exercise."

"Exercise?" your head rise a bit, looking at him questionably with the smirk that's planted in his face. "What exercise are you exactly talking about?"

Spencer smirked, perhaps enjoying the moment, but he didn't respond. He suddenly grasped your face with his palm, his thumb gliding over your cheek, his lips pressing softly but passionately against yours. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, a breathless "oh" escaped your lips as a wave of warmth swept through you. You immediately put your arms around his neck and drew him in, kissing him more deeply as you both got caught up in the intimacy and the outside world faded.

"Mhm—" you let out a moan as his tongue worked with yours. Your fingers made its way to his hair, curling it in pleasure and then to his topless back.

The kiss was full of love, closeness, and lust. Spencer's lips pressed against yours, a mix of urgency and tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. As he deepened the kiss, his fingers began their slow, deliberate journey from your neck, trailing down to your stomach, exploring the soft curves of your body.

"May I?" Spencer asked softly as his hand rested on your shirt. You nodded in response and Spencer didn't hesitate to remove your t-shirt, leaving your bare chest exposed. He smiled at the sight before kissing you again.

"Spence.." you whispered. "Mhm—"

"Yes, baby?" he said in between kisses but you just moaned in response. "I need you to use your words, baby."

Your eyes pleaded, thighs shaking. "Need you, please.." you cried.

Spencer chuckled, bringing his fingers down to your white-laced panties before removing them slowly. His index finger rolled down to your sensitive clit, drawing figure of eights.

"Spencer— aah," you moaned, holding his upper arm tightly as you felt pleasure slowly waving towards you.

"So wet.. and sensitive, my love," he cooed.

As he slowly inserted a finger inside of you, you let out a gasp that echoed the shock and joy that filled your body. As the world around you seemed to melt away, your head sank back, giving in to the waves of pleasure that swept over you. Even though it was only a finger, it lit a fire inside of you. You spread your legs wider as he added another digit, pumping it in and out in a slow but steady pace. He held you tightly, your head resting on his other arm as he finger fucked you.

After a few more, Spencer's pace speeded up, hitting that spongy spot that made your back arch. "Aah— Spence—Fuck! Yes, yes, yes—" you chanted his name like a damn saint as you started to see stars when you closed your eyes.

"You like that, yeah?"

"Yes, Spen— aah!"

As he pumped in deeper, his lips catched yours. You kissed him back with full force while moaning in between kisses. The pleasure was overflowing.. and so was you.

Your core ached and clenched on Spencer's slenders. A familiar feeling coiled up your lower stomach, causing you to fully shot your eyes down and moan like crazy. Your legs shaked as his pace was getting harsher.

"I'm close," you ached.

"It's alright, baby," Spencer smiled as he purposely hit his palm on your clit. "I'm here, mhm? Cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me?"

After a few more, you came. His fingers were stained with your juices. You panted like a crazy madman as your legs collapsed.

Spencer pulled his fingers out and focused his eyes on you. Smiling, he kissed you again but this time, passionately.

"Remind me how that can make me fall asleep quickly?" you asked with a tired but satisfied sigh.

"Your body releases hormones like dopamine and oxytocin. They're responsible for making you feel less stressed, more comfortable, and can actually help you sleep. There's a saying, "It's the only sleeping pill with no side effects."

Spencer pulled the comforter up and tucked you in, smiling. "Thanks, Spence," you whispered as you kissed him on his cheek.

"Anytime, princess," he replied before the two of you dozed off, hugging each other tightly.

The next few days, you started to use this excuse on Spencer to get that pleasure that you want.

[jisungiesvzz]

Eyes On Me

Seungmin x skz 9th member fem!reader

Synopsis: What happens when Seungmin sees you being touchy with another member? What happens when that other member may also have feelings for you too…?

Warnings: fluff, angst?, jealous, kissing/making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), denied orgasm, getting interupted/caught

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: Someone requested I make a fic with Seungmin based off one of my original works "Give Into Me" and I decided to give it a go! This is not proofread so please send in any grammar mistakes or missed warnings. Enjoy!

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It was late at night and you were still at dance practice with the other members. You kept fumbling a particular move and your frustration and fatigue wasn’t making the situation any better. 

“Okay, why don’t we just take a break for a little bit, yeah?” Chan said, gently resting his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down. You let out a frustrated sigh, looking down in defeat and running your hand through your hair.

“Okay… yeah, fine,” you mumbled as you trudged your way to the sofa in the corner of the room. You slumped down on the sofa letting out a long breath of air. You closed your eyes in an effort to tune out the side conversations from the other members. Your moment alone didn’t last long when you felt someone move your legs on top of their lap. You opened your eyes to see Felix on the other side of the couch, staring tentatively at you.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, y/n,” Felix said, softly massaging your calf. You sighed at the feeling, closing your eyes again.

“I just don’t understand why I keep messing it up,” you grumbled, mainly to yourself.

“We’ve been practicing since this morning,” Felix began massaging up your leg. “Your body’s all tensed up from overworking it, give yourself some leeway here.” He applied pressure to a knot in your leg making you hiss and he quickly apologized by gently rubbing over it with his fingers.

Moments like this with Felix weren’t unusual between you two. Felix was naturally touchy with everyone, like he felt the need to take care of others or be close to them, so whenever you two would had moments like this, none of the members thought anything of it.

Or so you thought.

As Felix continued with his massage, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was staring at you. You looked across the room and see Seungmin looking right at you, specifically where Felix was massaging your legs. His unreadable gaze lingered on Felix before his eyes met yours and he quickly looked away.

Weird. 

Felix noticed your attention was elsewhere and gently placed his hand in yours.

“Hey,” you let out a soft gasp as his voice pulled you back to him. “You still with me?”

“Uh yeah, sorry…”

He soothingly rubbed his thumbs along your wrists, applying light pressure and you melted into the cushions. A shadow cast over you, diverting your attention from Felix once more.

“Y/n, can I talk to you for a minute?” Seungmin asked, his expression still unreadable.

You slowly sat up, “uh, yeah what’s up?”

Seungmin glanced at Felix, his eyes flickering down to where Felix was holding your hands, and he held back a scoff. “I mean like… in private.” You turned towards Felix and he nodded his head towards you to leave with him.

“Okay.” You got off Felix’s lap and followed Seungmin outside the studio into the hallway. Seungmin suddenly grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the hallway into one of the empty meeting rooms. He slowly paced towards you once the door was closed and you took a few steps back, letting out a soft gasp when your back hit the wall. He placed his hands on either side of your head, caging you between him and the wall, the space between your lips ever so small.

“What’s going on between you and Felix?”

Your mouth opened and closed, stunned by his candid statement.

“H-he was just helping me relax my muscles,” you said, your voice wavering slightly. “There’s n-nothing going on.”

“Really? It’s nothing?” he whispered, his tongue pressing against his cheek. “The way he touches you… all the time…” he lets out a humorless chuckle and the gap between your lips slowly begins to thin. “Fuck… I should be the one touching you. Not him.”

“W-where is this coming from…?” your words caught in your throat. Every sense in your body heightened with every word he spoke, your nerves on fire. He sucked in a breath of air, tilting his head back, “How oblivious are you? I’m fucking jealous, y/n.”

You froze, staring into his eyes, looking for any signs that he was lying but all you saw was desperation and unrecognizable hunger burning within him. He was dead serious and it made your breath hitch. You’d never seen this side of Seungmin before, the jealous side of him, and it made your heart beat quicken with anticipation,

“S-Seungmin, I…” Your voice faded away when he shifted his body closer to you, involuntarily leaning forward when he traced his thumb along your bottom lip. He whispered in a low, seductive tone that sent a shiver through your whole body.

"Can I kiss you?"

You managed to weakly nod and he wasted no time in cupping your cheeks and smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was sensual and desperate, and you wondered how long he'd been waiting to do this.

He tilted your head back to deepen the kiss, making you gasp. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his neck and he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He licked into your mouth, making you whimper as he lightly tugged on your hair. 

He broke away from the kiss, leaving you panting and he began trailing hot kisses from your cheek down to your neck, letting out a soft moan when he sucked at the sweet spot below your ear.

"Take this off," he murmured into your neck, tugging at the baggy t-shirt you were currently wearing. All coherent thoughts were out the window at this point and you wasted no time in pulling it over your head.

Seungmin paused his movements, staring down at your nearly bare chest in pure admiration. His lingering gaze made you feel self-conscious and you lifted your arms to cover yourself. Seungmin was quick to pull your arms away from your chest and pin them against the wall.

"Don't cover up," his voice was barely audible, like he was in a trance.

"You were staring…" you whispered, his gaze making you feel small.

Seungmin's hands trailed down your arms, one landing firmly on your waist and the other sneaking behind your back to play with your bra straps. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss between your breasts.

"The things I want to do to you, y/n…" he mumbled, looking up at you through his eyelashes. The vibrations his words sent through you made you whine and lean into his touch. You could see the desperation in his eyes, you knew he wanted this deeply but he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"Do them then," you whispered, voice shaky but certain.

That was all he needed to hear.

Seungmin wrapped his arms under your legs, signaling for you to wrap them around him. The moment you were off the ground, he headed straight for the table in the middle of the room, hurriedly placing you down on it. He planted sloppy, wet kisses across your collarbone, running his hands along the curves of your waist and hips. He pulled away and took his shirt off, throwing it to a corner in the room, then hungrily dove back into your lips.

His hands trailed down to your sweatpants, tugging at the waistband, awaiting your approval. You lifted your hips up into his hands as an answer and he immediately pulled them off. He broke from the kiss again, and positioned himself between your legs. His hands massaged the inside of your thighs, peppering wet kisses near your core. Your body was on fire, and your core was aching with need.

"Can Felix compare to this?" he teased, making eye contact with you and continuing his assault on your thighs.

"W-what?" you questioned, tilting your head back when he kissed just above your clothed core.

"I saw him touching you earlier."

You frowned down at him, "no, he was —"

Your response was cut off when Seungmin suddenly yanked your underwear off your legs, revealing your heat to the cool air. He immediately shoved his face between your legs, ripping a moan from your throat. His tongue flattened against your folds, hastily licking up and down your cunt. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the strands weakly as he began working on your clit; sucking, nipping, licking.

The pressure in your stomach tightened, and Seungmin stuffed two fingers into your hole without warning, causing you to moan loudly, arching your back off the table.

"O-oh my god… fuck ahh-" He sped up his fingers and sucked on your clit harder, your orgasm building rapidly. Just as you were about to release there was a knock on the door. Seungmin immediately pulled out and you spontaneously whimpered from your denied orgasm.

"Is everything okay in there?" Felix called from the other side of the door. You quickly sat up on the table, frantically searching the room for your clothes. Seungmin was already helping you put your pants back on when you realized you didn't see your shirt anywhere near you.

"Yeah, hold on!" Seungmin called out, also searching for his shirt, which he spotted in a corner, stepping away from you to quickly grab it. Your mind was racing at all the things that could possibly go wrong in this situation, that's when you realized the door wasn't locked. Your heart stopped when you heard more voices outside the door.

"Open the door! Are you guys dying?" Changbin said dramatically, knocking on the door again, this time with more force. Your eyes were trained on the door, purely mortified.

"Y/n, where's your shirt?" Seungmin said, cupping your cheeks, pulling you out of your thoughts to make you look him in his eyes.

"I-it's by the door-" your sentence was cut off when you heard the door open. There in the doorway stood the other members, their expressions switched from worried to shocked and baffled in an instant.

"Oh my god!" Jeongin exclaimed, covering his face dramatically with his hands. Seungmin covered your chest with his shirt and protectively stood in front of you, shielding your body from the members. The ironic thing is, that Seungmin himself was still shirtless, too.

"No way… this is why you were gone so long?" Changbin said, mouth agape.

"About damn time," Minho said, crossing his arms with a sly grin.

"What are you guys doing?! Get out!" Seungmin exclaimed, shooing them off. Your face was beat red and you turned in the opposite direction with pure embarrassment.

"Oh, my eyes need bleach," Hyunjin mumbled, speedily walking away. The other members followed soon after, their conversations overlapping each other. A figure remained in the doorway, its gaze lingering on your shirt that lay on the floor by the door.

"Felix, go." Seungmin said blankly.

You turned back to face the door again when you heard his name. Felix locked eyes with you, his expression unreadable. You frowned when he gripped the door frame and practically slammed the door shut, making you slightly jump. You didn't expect that kind of reaction from him, and you felt like something inside you shifted.

What just happened? Was Felix upset?

The silence that followed was deafening.

Seungmin slowly turned around to look at you. Before he could say anything, you hesitantly rested your forehead on his bare chest. You let out a heavy sigh and Seungmin gently caressed your back, kissing the top of your head.

"Did Felix look… upset to you?" You asked, lifting your head off his chest. Seungmin's facial expression shifted for a second when you mentioned Felix's name, "We should probably get dressed…"

"But-" you were cut off by Seungmin cupping your cheeks and connecting his lips with yours. He separated his lips from yours and spoke in a surprisingly soft tone, "He was probably just shocked from walking in on us." He emphasized the last word, like he wanted you to know that he has you, not Felix.

You studied his face for a moment, sensing that something else was going on but you decided to shrug it off as it just being a really awkward situation. I mean… the members did walk in on you.

"Yeah, okay you're probably right," you slid off the table and grabbed your shirt from by the door, putting it on. Your heart dropped for a split second just thinking about having to see the other members after what just happened. Your hand hovered over the door knob, shaking almost violently, not realizing how much the event had affected you until your adrenaline wore out.

Seungmin noticed your unease and slithered his hands around your waist from behind, resting his head at the crook of your neck.

"Together, okay?" You sighed at his words, feeling more at ease knowing that you weren't doing this by yourself.

"Together…"

[onlyrains]

[5:21pm]

genre: comfort, fluff wc: 1.1k ┊not proofread!

you are nothing near from being the greatest singer of the century, to begin with. you're not even a singer at all. but layla, a border collie of your best friend's–jake, might be your first fan ever.

whenever she sees you around in some comfortable circumstances, she's never hesitate to lay down beside you and sometimes even rest her jaw on your thigh. on top of that, one day when jake come to your place to check on you while you lay sick on your bed, she also lies and put her paw on your arm.

she keeps ignoring her nature as one of the most active and energetic breed and you have a soft spot for her also. so of course, you always gladly sing for her. you even made a playlist to sing for her, which full of coldplay's old songs that you found she loves the most.

as an owner, jake found this quite beneficial sometimes when he needs to done his things but very much confused at the same time. what's up with your voice? he's a good singer too. people even recognize him for that. but why's his dog, his best buddy, his love, never react the way she does for you?

"she's my child, jake." you always say.

"stop saying that. i literally clean, do the chores, and work for her?" and he always replies.

today, as he promised yesterday, he came to your place with layla. and no, you're not sick today, it's apparently the opposite. he arrived with a pissed, frustrated face and refuse to talk fifteen minutes ago. he's just walks around your living room with his disheveled white office shirt.

you continue to read your book while playing with layla's hair and humming to coldplay's song. you make sure to open your bedroom door widely to let him know that he can come in when he's ready. it's not the first time you've seen jake in this state and you know the best way to deal with it is just let him do anything he wants. he will talk about it when he's tired.

speaking of which, the tail of your eye catches his movement towards you. well, maybe it is a very serious matter since he has never got tired this quick.

"what's up?" you snap, closing your book on your stomach. layla got up at your sudden movement as she sees her owner walks in your direction. she jumps on the floor and her favorite song is now long gone.

"jake?" he sits on layla's spot earlier and lets out a deep sigh.

"it's work." his eyes looking at the white sheets beneath him and draw an imaginary circle with his index.

"i know. wanna talk about it?"

he drags his body to lay next to you, head burried in your pillow while his arms stretched out to his side and your neck, almost choking you.

"i don't know, girl. i'm just... tired."

"is it that bad?" you ask carefully.

he nods. "there's a problem with the project and this mf blame me for it," he groans. thank god your pillow muffled his voice.

"oh? what a prick."

"can you sing for me?" he raises his head.

you never turn your head so fast.

"what?" you blurt out a laugh.

he lies on his side, perfectly facing you. "oh, c'mon. you always make layla chill out with it."

"but you're not layla?"

"i'm her owner, you know. she's my daughter. like father like dau–"

"okay, stop. you started sound silly,"

"babe, c'mon. i just need to sleep. you know how much effort i put on this project? i barely had a proper sleep,"

as soon as that pet name came out of his mouth you know it's hard to win over him. he will starts pleading as soon as he can, so you let out a heavy sigh and stretch your arm reluctantly.

"c'mere,"

the next thing you know, he already burried his head on your shoulder. well, actually, this is your first time being this close with him in this kind of position despite your nth years of friendship.

so when he’s seemingly already found his spot on the crook of your neck, you can't help but squirm a little, but jake is too quick to catch your waist to prevent you from moving anywhere.

"don't move." he says against your neck.

you bite your inner cheek to hold back a sharp gasp that almost come out of nowhere.

you take a deep breath before placing your hand on his head, brushing his hair lightly. you decide to continue to sing to spark, which was previously forcibly cut off.

"my heart is yours," you start to whisper.

"it's you that i hold on to,

that's what i do,

and i know i was wrong,

but i won't let you down,

mmm, yeah, i will, yeah, i will, yes, i will," your voice get slightly lower.

"i said, oh,

i cry, oh,

yeah, i saw sparks,

yeah, i saw sparks." you massage his scalp lightly.

"sing it out,

la la la la la la,"

you feel his breathing becomes steady while in fact he's just enjoying his action to inhaling your scent that mixed with a soft fragrant from your newly washed sweater. he has never been this relax in a long time.

you keep on with the lyrics in humming as your eyes glued to the plain ceiling of your room. you feel his arm is still lazily attached to your waist then what are you doing, really? is it normal to cuddle your friend from high school? is it okay to comfort your guy friend like this?

you haven't finished think about that but jake already raised his head.

his eyes slightly red from the drowsiness that suddenly hit him but the smile on his mouth is as wide as ever. "y'know, layla actually has a good taste."

a heat suddenly strikes your cheek, causing it to turn to a shade of red.

his head turns to his dog on the floor. "dang, my girl is talented, for real."

you roll your eyes at him. "okay, now move."

he's quick to back on his previous spot, even more suffocating right now as he pulls you impossibly close to his body.

he tilts his head upward to face you. his wet eyes stares at you so innocently, which quite opposite to his actions that practically hugging you so tight while trying to sleep.

"ey, c'mon, don't be so stingy," he snuggles to you, again.

you bite your lip this time. maybe you just as tired as him, but you swear, you saw the sparks.

[supercap2319]

An accidental spell caused Peter and Y/M to switch bodies. Now, Y/N was in Peter's body, and Peter in Y/N's. Peter stumbled into Avengers Tower, his mind reeling. He spotted Y/N casually lounging on the couch, his phone in hand. Except... that wasn't Y/N. It was Peter, in Y/N's body. He blinked, shaking his head. "Oh my god... We switched bodies. Fuck, this is so weird."

"You're telling me. I never realized how big your ass was, Peter." Peter's cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and shock crossing his features. He quickly glanced down at his unfamiliar body. "Geez, could you maybe not comment on my physical attributes right now? We've got a bigger issue here."

"I know." Y/N stood up, now only being Peter's height of five feet and seven inches tall now. "Peter, you have my chaos magic now. You can cast spells. Use Telekinesis. Fly. And I...can crawl walls? What is it that you do?"

Peter blinked, processing Y/N's list of abilities. "I shoot webs, obviously. And climb walls. Apparently, that's not a big deal anymore in this ridiculous scenario." He sighed, running a hand through his hair—well, Y/N's hair now, "Okay, focus."

"You have magic. Use it to reverse this."

Y/N—Peter nodded, focusing his thoughts. He tried to think of a spell that would reverse the switch, using his newfound Chaos magic. "Revertus corpus!" He shouted, his hands outstretched. Nothing happened. "Fuck, it's not that simple, is it?"

"It's not." Y/N sighed. "Chaos magic takes a while to master. You can't just make up a spell and think it will work. We need another plan." Peter slumped onto the couch, frustration etched on his face. "Great, so not only am I stuck in your body, but I also can't magic my way back. Fan-fucking-tastic." He groaned, burying his face in his hands—Y/N's hands.

"Maybe I—you can convince Doctor Strange to give us a book on body switching spells without raising suspicion that something is up. Last thing we need to be is busted for this."

Peter peeked through his fingers, considering Y/N's suggestion. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, a habit he realized he'd unconsciously picked up from Y/N himself. "Alright, that's not the worst idea. Doctor Strange is used to dealing with bizarre metaphysical problems."

"But you have to act like you're me. If he catches that you're not me, then he'll tell Tony, and we'll both be in deep shit." Y/N said. Peter's eyes widened, realizing the gravity of the situation. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead. "Act like you, huh? No pressure." He attempted a chuckle, but it came out strained. "Okay, let's go over some...Y/N basics."

Y/N nods. "Say something that I would say."

Peter cleared his throat, trying to mimic Y/N's smooth, confident tone. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested. I've got more important things to deal with than your drama." He frowned, realizing it sounded a bit too harsh ."Again. With a Sokovian accent." Y/N urged, sitting on the couch.

The Spiderman closed his eyes, focusing on the subtle accent he'd picked up from spending time with Y/N. He opened them again, his voice taking on the faint hint of a Russian lilt. "Nyet, my friend, I do not have the time for such trivialities."

Y/N smiles. "Not bad, Pete. My turn. He closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts before opening them, looking excited and full of adrenaline. "It was the most amazing thing that’s ever happened! So Mr. Stark was like, “Hey, Underoos!” and I just sort of flipped in and I stole Cap’s shield. I was like, “Hey, what’s up, everybody?” And then... Mr. Stark gave me a new suit!" Y/N mimiced Peter's excited and nerdy nature.

Peter stared at Y/N, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe how perfectly Y/N had nailed his excitable, nerdy persona. A slow grin spread across his face. "Wow, Y/N... You really do know me better than I thought."

[woozinhos]

hi!!! congrats on 400<3. may i request a make up sex with mingi from ateez with the 12th quote, pls?

merry Christmas anon I decided to choose yours to write for Christmas I hope you enjoy this make up sex with mingi <333

The argument had been intense, the tension between you and Mingi reaching a boiling point.

You'd both said things you didn't mean, the words cutting deep and leaving wounds that felt like they might never heal. But now, as you stand there facing each other, the anger has faded and all that's left is an aching need to be close to one another. Mingi's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense as he takes a step closer to you.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I didn't mean what I said. I was angry and hurt and I lashed out at you."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you hear the sincerity in his words.

"I'm sorry too," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. "I said some awful things as well. I didn't mean them, Mingi. I was just so frustrated."

Mingi takes another step closer, closing the distance between you until there's only a few inches separating your bodies. He reaches out, his hand gently cupping your cheek as he looks down at you with a mixture of regret and desire.

"I know," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "I know you didn't mean it. But I can't stop thinking about what you said. The way you looked at me, the words that came out of your mouth... they've been haunting me all day."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes burning with a desperate need.

"I need to hear you say something else," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I need to hear you scream my name when you cum."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the desire in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Mingi's eyes darken with hunger, his hand sliding from your cheek to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I want to make you forget everything but my name," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to erase every other thought from your mind until all that's left is me."

Mingi's grip on your chin tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer. His body presses against yours, his muscular frame pinning you against the wall behind you. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue immediately plunging into your mouth as he claims you as his own.

The kiss is fierce and passionate, full of all the pent-up emotions and desire that have been building between you for hours. Mingi's hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and hungry as he claims every inch of you. He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and along your neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses in their wake.

He nips at your skin, leaving behind marks that are sure to linger for days, marking you as his. Mingi's anger and frustration from the argument come out in the way he touches you, his movements rough and desperate. He bites down hard on your collarbone, making you gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You're mine," he growls against your skin, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he grinds against you. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget that again."

Mingi's mouth continues to explore your body, his lips and teeth marking you in all the places he knows are most sensitive. He reaches for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion. He takes a step back, his eyes raking over your exposed skin as he takes in the sight of you.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze darkening with desire. "And all mine."

Mingi lifts you up with ease, his strong arms wrapping around your body as he carries you towards the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he gazes down at you with a possessive glint in his eyes.

"You're so perfect like this," he murmurs, his hands trailing up your thighs and under your skirt. "Spread out beneath me, waiting for me to take what's mine."

Mingi looks down at you, his eyes burning with a primal need.

"Can we skip the foreplay?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, now. I need to feel you around me, I need to be inside you."

Mingi lets out a low growl at your nod, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his hands immediately going to the waistband of your skirt.

He pulls it off in one swift motion, leaving you completely bare beneath him. Mingi's eyes rake over your body, his gaze devouring every inch of your skin.

"So beautiful," he repeats, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect for me."

He runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips before moving to grip your waist.

"I'm going to make you scream," he promises, his thumbs digging into your skin. "I'm going to make you beg for more."

Mingi quickly sheds his own clothes, his body exposed to your hungry gaze.

He stands at the edge of the bed, towering over you with an air of dominance and control. His muscles ripple as he moves, the sight of him completely naked and aroused making your heart race with anticipation. Mingi looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours as he asks the question.

"Can we skip the condom this time?" he asks, his voice low and serious. "I want to feel all of you, I want to fill you up and claim you in every way possible."

Mingi grins at your nod, a mix of relief and excitement crossing his face.

"Good," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body once more. "I've been dreaming of this for so long."

He moves onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he gazes down at you with a predatory glint in his eyes. Mingi enters you in one smooth thrust, his body slotting perfectly against yours as he fills you completely. He lets out a low groan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he savors the feeling of being inside you without a barrier.

"God, you feel amazing," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds himself still for a moment.

Mingi takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he adjusts to the sensation of being inside you.

"So tight," he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. "You're so tight and hot around me, it's driving me crazy."

He slowly pulls out, before thrusting back in again, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.

Mingi sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours as he begins to move with increasing intensity. He pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust hard and deep, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars. His hands roam over your body, gripping and squeezing your flesh as he claims you as his own. Mingi grabs your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees with a growl.

He positions himself behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he covers your body with his own. He grips your hair, tugging your head back and exposing your neck to him as he continues to pound into you from behind. Mingi's anger from the argument comes out in every snap of his hips, his body driving into you with a brutal intensity that makes you cry out.

He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back against him with each thrust as he buries himself deep inside you over and over again. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and biting at your flesh as he marks you as his in every way possible. Mingi's breath is hot against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and rough with desire.

"You're mine," he growls, his hips slamming against yours with each word. "You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He lets go of your hair, his hand trailing down your body to find your clit.

He begins to rub it in time with his thrusts, his fingers expertly working your sensitive flesh as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. The added stimulation of his fingers on your clit makes you moan loudly, your body arching back against his as pleasure courses through you. Mingi grins against your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let me hear you. Let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel."

You gasp out his name, the word a breathless moan on your lips.

"Mingi... please..." you whimper, your body trembling beneath his touch as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

Mingi's grin widens at the sound of his name on your lips, his pace becoming even more frantic as he drives you closer and closer to your release.

"Please what, baby?" he teases, his fingers continuing to work your clit with a relentless rhythm. "Tell me what you want."

"Come for me," he growls, his own climax drawing near as he feels your body tightening around him.

He quickens his pace even further, his hips snapping against yours with a desperate urgency as he chases both of your releases. With a few more thrusts, Mingi finally sends you over the edge, your body convulsing beneath him as your orgasm crashes over you. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you clenching around him, his own release following closely behind as he spills himself deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he holds you close. Mingi nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he comes down from his high. He presses soft kisses to your skin, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and tenderness as he speaks.

"Promise me," he murmurs, his arms tightening around you. "Promise me we'll never fight like that again."

[winchesterwild78]

Broken pt 3

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)

Warnings: a little angst, funeral, fluff

A/N:  Idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. This one is a little different than what I usually write. It has angst, lots of angst to start, and infertility issues. It's going to be a short series.

Minors DNI 18+

The next few days were a blur. Jensen took a leave of absence from work to be by my side as I navigated my loss. 

He did his best to keep me from slipping into a deep depression. 

I laid on our bed, exhausted but couldn’t sleep. My heart was broken. The last few weeks have really felt like a test to my soul and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. 

“Sweetheart, I made you some breakfast.” I rolled over and looked at him. He was smiling but I could see the pain in his eyes. 

“I’m not very hungry.” I started to turn away and he let out a frustrated sigh. 

“Y/N, baby you have to eat. You need your strength. Come on, just a few bites.” 

“I said NO! I’m not hungry.” 

Jensen’s eyes went wide and he took a step back. He set the tray down and turned to leave. 

“Jens, I’m sorry.” I sobbed. He crawled into the bed with me and pulled me close. I cried. My fingers gripped his shirt. 

“I just don’t know how to move on. Jens my daddy is gone. How do I get through this?” 

Jensen held me tight, hand rubbing the back of my head, “It’s okay baby. I’m not an expert but this isn’t something you get through, it’s something you just learn to live with by taking it one day at a time. I’ll be there for you and by your side every step of the way. I promise.” 

I held on to him tighter than I had. I was terrified I was going to lose him too. I wanted to be left alone, but I wanted him by my side. I’ve lost people in my life before, but this loss, the loss of my father was profound. 

It felt like a hole has been left in my soul and nothing will ever fill it up. 

“Baby, please eat. I’m worried about you. We have to leave tomorrow for the funeral and I need you to have your strength.”

I nodded. I knew I needed to eat. My mom and sister were going to need me to help and I would be no good to them in a hospital. I knew my dad wouldn’t want me to grieve my life away either. He’d want me to grieve and move on. I slowly sat up. 

Jensen sat up and grabbed the tray and handed it to me. 

I started with the toast, then ate some bacon, then the eggs. Before I knew it I had eaten the whole plate. Jensen smiled. “Don’t look so smug.” I softly chuckled. 

He threw his hands up in defeat, “I didn’t say a word. Thank you for eating, baby.” I nodded, he leaned over and kissed my lips. 

After I ate I felt a little better. Jensen took the plate in the kitchen and I got some clean clothes to take a shower. 

I walked in the bathroom and turned on the water. Turning and looking in the mirror I saw how drained I looked. 

I jumped in the shower and let the hot water run down and around my body. Like a warm hug it enveloped me. 

There was a knock at the door. A slight smile tugging at my lips. “Hey baby, do you need anything?” I heard Jensen’s voice through the sound of the water.

“No, I’m okay baby, unless you want to wash my back.” Jensen smirked. He didn’t want to take advantage of me, but he missed me too. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, baby. As much as I want to, I think I should let you shower alone. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I let out a shaky breath. I was so torn. I wanted to be with him, but I understood why he said no. It still didn’t make it hurt any less. 

I finished in the shower and grabbed the towel. As I stepped into the bedroom I saw Jensen down the hall. A sly smile spread on my lips. 

“Jensen, can you come here please.” “Yeah, babe. Just one second.” I heard Jensen walking down the hallway and waited for him to come into the room. 

“Yes baby…” He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I looked at him, and dropped my towel. 

“Damn, sweetheart. You’re killing me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re making it hard to say no.” 

I stepped closer, “Then don’t.” I kissed his lips softly. His fingers delicately run up my body. 

“Are you sure about this baby? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.” 

I kissed his lips, cutting him off. “Yes, Jensen. I want this, I want you. I need you.” 

Jensen laid me back on the bed and hovered over my body. He looked down at me, eyes full of questions, and so much love and a little pain. He cared about my father too. We both hit the jackpot with in-laws, so it was like he lost a father too. 

“Are you sure, baby?” He asked one last time. I nodded, “Yes”. 

He captured my lips in a need filled kiss, his hands on my body and his lips trailing down my neck. 

Jensen was gentle with me. Every minute we were in the bed his focus was on me, satisfying me. When he finished we both felt lighter, and closer than we had in a few days. 

Jensen cleaned us both up and pulled me into his arms. I placed my head on his chest and rested my hand there too. “Thank you, Jens. That was incredible.” 

He kissed my head, “Yes it was, baby. It had been too long.” 

We laid in each other’s arms for a while before getting up and starting to pack. 

The pain of losing my father was still there, still very raw, but Jensen was my calm. I knew he would do what he could to help me work through this. I knew he’d be by my side the whole time. 

The next morning Jensen and I boarded the plane to head to my mother’s. Abby was meeting us at the airport and we were staying at her house. 

We were going to stay with mom, but her house was already full with other family members, and Abby offered us her guestroom. 

The flight home was uneventful. A few people recognized him, but I guess seeing me they figured now was not the time to talk to him. There was however a little girl who recognized him and came running up to him. Her mother called her name and tried to get her to stop. 

“Hi!” She squealed. Jensen smiled down at her as her mother came running up. “Mary, I told you to leave him alone. He doesn’t want to be bothered.” 

Jensen offered her a soft smile, “It’s alright, so, your name is Mary?” She nodded, her big blue eyes sparkled and her blond hair falling in her face. “Mommy named me after your mommy.” Jensen chuckled, “Is that right?” 

“I am so sorry, she saw you on the plane and it took everything I could to keep her in her seat.” 

“It’s okay, really. So Mary, tell me something. Have you watched the show with your mommy?” She shook her head no, “Mommy said I had to be bigger, but I saw you on TV and when I was a baby you held me.” 

Jensen looked confused and then at her mother, “I went to a convention when she was a baby. We took a photo together and you held her in the picture.” 

Jensen thought back, “Wait, this isn’t Mary, born on my birthday Mary?” Her mother smiled and shook her head yes. “Oh my goodness. I remember.” Jensen smiled at me and told me all about the convention and how she was crying right before the photo op, but when he took her she stopped. She was also born on his birthday. 

The mother looked at me and saw how sad I looked. She offered a soft smile, “Mary honey, come on. Let’s let Jensen and Mrs. Ackles get to their destination.” “But mommy…” The little girl protested. 

I looked at Jensen and then at the little girl. He was always so incredible with children. I bent down to her, “Hey Mary, how about I take a picture of you and Jensen?”

Her big eyes went wide and she smiled, “Yes please.” Jensen smiled at me and he scooped her up in his arms. Her little arms around his neck and the biggest smile on her face.

I snapped the picture and motioned for her mom to get in one too. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Absolutely. His fans mean everything to him.” 

She nodded and stood on one side of Jensen and Mary still had a grip on his neck. I took the picture, the mom thanked us again and Mary kept her grip on him. 

She wouldn’t let go of him and she kept telling him he had to come to her birthday party. “Jensen, I am so sorry. All she’s said she wanted for her birthday is to see you again. I was going to take her to a convention, but I just read you had to cancel the next convention.”

My heart sank, my father’s death was the reason he had to cancel. I looked at Jensen and saw the regret in his face, “I’m sorry. He doesn’t like to cancel convention appearances. He had to because my father just passed.” 

The mother took my hand, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. I understand. Please know we are thinking about you.” I nodded. “Thank you, I appreciate it. Why don’t you tell me where the party is going to be and I’ll see what we can figure out.” 

The mother looked stunned, “Are you sure?” “Of course. I can’t make any promises, but we will try.” She gave me the information, we said our goodbyes and headed out. 

Jensen held my hand and squeezed, “Are you okay baby?” “Yeah, just thinking about how wonderful you are and how we need to figure out how to get you to that little girl’s birthday party.” 

The next few days were a whirlwind. Today was the day of my father’s funeral and I stood at the full-length mirror and stared at myself in the black dress Jensen bought for me. 

Jensen walked up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, placing a kiss on the side of my head. “You look beautiful, baby. Are you ready?” 

I took a shaky breath in, “As I’m going to be. Will you stand up there with me today? I don’t know if I can deliver this without you by my side.” 

Jensen turned me to face him, “Sweetheart, I’ll be by your side every step of the way, today and forever. If you can’t get through it, then I’ll take over. You’ve got this baby.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips. 

Jensen held my hand as we walked into the funeral home and I walked towards the casket, where my father was lying. I stopped walking when I got about halfway. 

Jensen gave my hand a light squeeze, “We don’t have to go up there baby.” I looked at him and tears filled my eyes, “I have to, Jensen. I have to say goodbye.” He nodded and placed his hand on the small of my back. 

My steps felt heavier as I walked. Each step felt like I was walking with concrete boots. 

My breathing was shaky, as I made it to the coffin. I looked down at my father. The man who held my hand as I learned to walk, the man who helped patch me up when I fell off my bike, the man who taught me how to give a mean right hook. He looked so peaceful, like he was in a deep sleep. 

I touched his hand. The warmth from his touch is now long gone. “I love you daddy. I’ll be okay. I have Jensen, and he’s been great through all this. He actually got my stubborn ass to eat something. You were right, daddy. He’s a really good man, and he loves me so much. When you get to where you’re going, give grandma a hug for me, and if it’s not too much to ask can you maybe put in a good word for us. We want to give you a grandbaby. I love you so much, daddy. Good bye.”

I placed a kiss on his forehead as the tears began to fall. Jensen held me and kissed my head. “It’s okay baby. I’m here.” 

The funeral started and I was next up to speak. With my paper in hand I walked to the podium with Jensen by my side. He leaned over and kissed my head, “You’ve got this baby.” 

I took a deep breath and started to read from the paper. Recalling story after story of my father and his love for his family and friends. As I read through the paper my chest began to tighten. I could feel the panic rising in my chest and I couldn’t get through the rest of it. Tears fell fast and heavy. Jensen held me, grabbed the paper and started reading the rest of it. 

By the time he finished I could barely stand. Jensen helped me to my seat. The rest of the funeral was a blur. People came by my mother, my sister and I offering their condolences. Jensen stood by my side the whole time. 

His presence grounded me. 

“Y/N, I’ll see you and Jensen at the luncheon.” My sister said. I looked at her and then at Jensen, he knew I couldn’t do it. My breathing became faster and erratic.

“Hey Abby, I think Y/N and I are gonna head out for a few days.” She nodded. I looked over at Jensen confused, he squeezed my hand.

I hugged mom goodbye and told Abby we’d lock up after grabbing our stuff.

Getting in the car Jensen held my hand. “Jens, thank you for helping me. I don’t know how I would have gotten through that without you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job to protect you and help you. Now, you and I are getting away from everything for a little bit. You need a quiet place to clear your head.”

“Where are you taking me?” “We’re flying to the cabin in Colorado. It’s quiet, and you will have me at your beck and call for as long as you need.” 

“Jensen, what about work?” “My leave is open ended. I can end it whenever I want. Right now I’m not leaving you in this alone.” 

Jensen placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Come on baby, let’s get going.”

A few hours later we were pulling up to the cabin. It was lightly snowing. It was beautiful, perfect, and peaceful.

Walking into the cabin, Jensen carried our bags to the bedroom and then brought in some firewood. He started a fire as I made some coffee. 

Sitting on the couch side by side we had a blanket draped over our legs. Watching the fire and sipping our coffee, the room was quiet and peaceful. 

Jensen looked over at me, “Are you okay baby?” I smiled softly, “Yeah, I am now. This is just what I needed. Thank you, Jens.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re going to get through this. The pain won’t be this bad forever. It won’t go away, it will just get a little easier every day. I promise baby.” 

I stood and straddled his lap. His hands rested on my hips as I kissed his lips. “Jens, I love you so much. Let’s go to bed.” 

He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Laying me down he stepped back and looked at me, “God you’re so beautiful. I am the luckiest man alive.” 

I smiled and blushed, “I’m the lucky one, Jensen.” 

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[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you do a Plus!Size!Reader x Paul Lahote?

I’m thinking, reader who is Bella’s sister, has been friends with Jacob for years (stayed with Charlie) and she’s always had this massive crush on Paul. Since she is insecure about her weight/ looks, she always avoided Paul at all costs, embarrassing herself too.

One day, she gets dragged by Bella when Bella is mad Jacob. This is where Bella slaps Paul across the face. The reader stays in the truck but when this happens, she gets out of the truck to stop Bella. Paul phases which scares Bella and Reader but he then imprints on reader.

For a while their relationship is just friends (per readers request) until Paul kinda snaps in frustration because he wants to be more and he knows reader wants it too. Lots of fluff and reassurance that the reader is worthy enough for Paul.

Thank you so much, your writing is just amazing and I think you would write this really well ❤️

You're More Than Your Body

A/n: my thick queens!!! I know for a fact that Paul would be obsessed with them thighs! Oh lawd I can see it already!!! BTW I FREAKING LOVE THIS STORY I AM SO BOOSTING MY EGO BC I DID SO GOOD IN THIS! PLZ, I LOVE IT!

Warning: bad language

Paul. Paul. Paul. Nobody runs through your head like Paul. Even now that you're graduated and so is he, you see him around town. Especially since you and Bella are close with Jacob.

You stare in the body mirror in your bedroom, grabbing your stomach in hopes it'll disappear. It would make this outfit look so much better... your heart pounds as tears want to explode from your eyes. The pain of being the "funny fat friend" and always being the butt end of the joke your whole life has really been weighing on you. Even now, as an adult and being stuck on a guy since school.

"I need you to come with me. This is serious." Bella barges in your room.

"Oh, so the sad girl speaks to me now?" You glare at her.

"Look, I'm sorry for ignoring you and charl-.. dad, it's just been.." She stops knowing that you know what she means.

"Edward. Yeah." You roll your eyes and then smile at her. "Okay, what you got?" You ask.

"Jake has been away. They're saying he's sick. I have to see him." She says.

"He's probably tired of you stringing him along." You reply.

She shakes her head and then walks over to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the stairs.

"Uh! Hey! Stop!" You yell.

"I don't want to go alone." She looks at you, still holding your wrist.

"Fine." You sigh.

You both get in her raggedy truck. She speeds up to Billy's house. The car ride was mostly her panicking, and you telling her to slow the Frick down. But, she pulls in with both of you alive. She gets out of the truck and enters past Billy. He sees you sitting in the truck, and you awkwardly wave.

The sound of whistles is heard toward the trees next to the house. You look over and see Jared, Paul, Sam, and Embry. Your heart races as your eyes fixate on Paul. They don't see you. It seems like they're calling for Jacob.

Bella barges out and goes over to them. Your mind blanks out with what is happening. You notice they're yelling and Paul is getting angry. You decide to be the protective older sister and run out of the truck.

"Bella!" You yell and make your way over there. As you get closer, she slaps him. "BELLA WHAT THE HELL?!" You grab her arm.

Paul is snarling. His body seems to get bigger. Next thing you know, he's a wolf. A silver wolf growling at Bella. She falls on the ground, and you stare at the monster. He looks at you and stops snarling. He whimpers.

"BELLA!" Jacob runs out and turns into a wolf, too.

This caught Paul's attention, and they began to fight, wrestling into the woods. You're breathing heavy in fear, but look down at Bella. She's confused and looking at Sam.

"Hey, bring these girls to Emily's place." Sam orders.

"Guess the wolf's out of the bag." Embry mumbles.

That's when you learn everything. Emily and Bella go on a tangent about it all. Embry is cracking jokes, and Jared is kicking him under the table for spilling too much to a 'leech lover'.

Paul walks inside and sits on the chair beside you. He turns back to Bella. "Sorry." He smirks and eats the muffins that are placed on the table. His eyes roam up and meet yours.

You pause. Is he really looking at you?

He sets the muffin down before rubbing his hands on his shorts. He extends a hand and smiles at you. "Paul." He says.

"Yeah, I know." You smile and shakily let your hand reach his. You feel warmth fill up your body. You know your cheeks are burning red.

His smile fades, and he lets go of your hand. "You know me?" He asks, as if he's guilty for not knowing you.

"Yeah. School. We graduated the same year and... you were quite popular with the girls." You snort.

He gulps and looks down. "Yes. Yes, I was." He seems so guilty. But his face turns back to you with a smile. "What's your name?" He asks.

You go to speak but Embry interrupts. "That's y/n. Leech lover's sister." He laughs.

Paul glares at him. "I'd like for her to answer that herself."

Embry lifts his hands up in defense. "Aight, chief. Or should I say.... imprinter..." He snorts.

Jared hits the back of his head. "Bro! That's Paul's story to tell!" He yells.

Sam enters and glares at Embry. "Stop it." He turns to Paul and smiles. "Welcome to the club." He takes Emily by the waist and kisses her.

"What's an imprinter? I'm confused.." You smile and look around awkwardly.

---

"Friends?" You smile at him.

He stares out at the beach, the waves crashing, and the wind blowing. "Yes. I'm sorry for not noticing you. I'm sorry for everything." He turns to face you. "Friends." He smiles.

You sigh of relief and look out at the water. You want more but you're too big for him in your mind. You accepted the bond, but maybe friends will do. At least you'll be around him, and it won't be so bad.

"C'mon. Let's go get food." He stands up and takes out a hand for you.

Yes. You've barely eaten today, and it's four pm. You take his hand, and he helps you stand up. When you're on your feet, he grabs your waist to steady you. That touch has you SPINNING.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks.

"Hm, I'm totally feeling burgers." You giggle.

"Oh, fuck yeah! My kind of girl!" He yells and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

He leads you to his truck and takes you to a small diner. It's actually the one you, dad, and Bella used to go to growing up. Now that she's back, the trips here have been more frequent.

He opens your door and helps you out by holding your waist. He seems to love grabbing you there. Honestly, you don't mind, but at the same time, them love handles are ugly to you. He leads you inside and you both get a seat and order.

Paul looks over your face.

You awkwardly look around and smile while blushing. "What?" You ask.

"Nothing." He chuckles and sips his Dr. Pepper. "What's it like being Bella's sister?" He asks.

"Nothing but drama. But I love her. She's very giving to family." You smile.

He nods. "I don't have anyone but my asshole father. I don't live with him, thank God." He rolls his eyes.

Your heart aches for him. You can't imagine not having anyone. "I'm so sorry." You reach out and touch his hand.

His eyes dart toward your contact, and he smiles. "Nah, it's no big deal. I have my boys."

"I guess that makes things better." You smile and let his hand go.

The waitress places your guys' food down, and you both enjoy the night getting to know each other.

It's dark out now, and you're in his truck watching the roads as he brings you home. You're startled when you feel a hand on your thigh. You look down and see his fingers on your flesh. His thumb is rubbing your skin. You look over at his face. He's just watching the road.

---

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Paul is at your window. You know it's him because he HAS to show up every night after patrol. You get up from the bed and open your window. He climbs up and closes it behind him. He hovers over you with a smile.

"Hey." He whispers, pushing hair behind your ear.

"Hey." You blush and soak in the warmth of his body heat.

He slowly leans in, looking in your eyes and then to your lips. No. No. You're too ugly. He's just into you because of the bond. Shit! You don't want to be used. You back away and awkwardly laugh. He gets the message and looks at you.

"Wanna see what I've been watching?" You plop on your bed and pull out your phone.

He smiles and lays beside you.

You show him the YouTube videos you've been addicted to until you fall asleep.

---

You're eating the brownies that Emily made while sitting at the bonfire. Everyone is talking and you're stuck in a debate with Sam.

"No! You're wrong!" He smiles, pointing at you.

You laugh and put your plate on the ground to get focused. "Sam, listen! I'm telling you, the grass is wet in the morning because of the dew!" You yell.

"It's because of the rain!" He yells back.

"Aren't you out all night? On the nights it doesn't rain, why is the grass wet then?!" You're laughing so hard.

Paul, from beside you, gently touches your knee. "He thinks he's always right. You won't win." He laughs in your ear.

"Love birds." Jared smirks.

You look at him. "No, we're just friends." You smile.

"Still?!" Jared asks, shocked. "Damn, Paul! You're taking your time." He laughs.

"Dude.." Paul shakes his head in annoyance.

After the bonfire, Paul brings you to his house. You're super freaking tired, and you fall on one couch in exhaustion. Paul puts a blanket over you and sits on the other couch that's next to your head. The couches are in an 'L' shape. He sits there while you fall asleep. Your arm falls out, and he looks down at your hand. He slowly takes it, holding onto it while you sleep.

---

You wake up and feel a body underneath you. You look down to see that you're on a snoring Paul's chest. You look around and see that you're in his living room. You panic and sit up, going onto the other couch. Your movements wake him up.

"You alright?" He asks in a tired and low voice.

"I.. don't remember falling asleep." You awkwardly giggle.

"You were shivering, so I joined you." He yawns and sits up. "Was that alright?" He asks worriedly.

"Yeah.. yeah, that's okay. Thank you." You smile.

He smiles back and checks his phone. "What you want for breakfast?"

"How about I make something here? If you have anything." You stand up and walk to his kitchen.

"Yeah, I've got stuff. You sure you want to cook? I can do it." He stands up and leans on his fridge, watching you.

"Yeah, no! I've got it." You smile.

He smirks and walks up to you, grabbing your waist. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You look up in his eyes. "Friends.." You whisper.

He sighs and lets you go. "You know, I can't with you. You hold back so much and you won't let me in." He says in frustration.

You put the stuff on the counter and look at him with worry.

"I want you and I know.. I KNOW you want me, too. Why can't I have you?!" He smiles but is still aggravated.

You gulp and cross your arms. "I'm not good enough for you. All through school, you wanted the skinny girls. You only want me because you imprinted on me." You say quietly.

He starts laughing with anger. "Are you serious?!"

Tears threaten to escape your eyes. He notices and frowns. He pulls you into him and rubs your back. "Nobody will ever compare to you. You're more than your body. And if I didn't imprint on you, I would still think you're fucking hot." He says. "Let me prove it." He pulls away and looks at you.

You smile, hopeful, and touch his cheek. "You mean that?" You ask.

He grabs your waist and picks you up effortlessly. He tosses you on the couch while you giggle. He hovers over you and touches your stomach. "I love this." He smiles. His hand lowers to your outer thigh, and he squeezes. "I love this." He continues to squeeze your thigh. "Oh, the way these will be my pillows." He chuckles. "I love..."His hand moves lower, "may I?" He wants to touch your ass. You nod, and he happily grabs your ass. "Jesus, I love this." He bites his lip and looks over your face. "Most importantly," his hand touches your chest where your heart is rapidly beating, "I love this." He says. "You're absolutely stunning." His eyes scan your features. "I'd show you off to the universe."

You're smiling, blushing, shedding tears, and lowkey screaming inside. Your heart is swollen with love and affection. You never want this to end. Now, you understand, you are perfect for him. You grab the back of his neck and pull him down to your lips.

His lips meet yours, and the kiss is gentle and loving. Your lips move perfectly, and he finally pulls away. "What an amazing kisser." He smirks. "Mine, now?" He asks.

You laugh and nod your head wiping away your tears. "Yes, Paul. I'm yours, now."

[enkas-illusion]

About My Man - Part 5/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, a lot of fucking, piv sex, oral (f receiving), (let me know if I forgot any)

Chapter Summary: The final conclusion. One last confession. No longer a love triangle.

Author’s Note: LAST CHAPTER! And it's a big one. Thank you for sticking with it till the end. I really hope you enjoyed reading this. I would absolutely love to hear what you think about the ending. Ps. I haven’t proofread it so if you see any errors, no you didn’t.

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Eyes, Nose, Lips by TAEYANG 

You feel stupefied, unable to move as if your whole body has been cemented into the floor. Suguru’s large frame envelopes you, his hands roughly fixed onto your hips as his lips slowly move closer towards yours. 

What is this weird feeling? Why does this feel like cheating even though you’re as single as the day you were born. Your childhood crush, a man that evokes desire and envy everywhere he goes, is begging you for a second chance – why do you feel so unaffected by his advances?

“No,” you mumble, snapping out of the initial shock as you place both hands firmly on his chest. “Suguru! Enough already!” you yell as you push him with all your might and he barely budges, but the shrill in your voice is enough for him to realise he was crossing the line.

He steps away from you in one swift motion.

“I’m sorry,” he looks flustered and embarrassed, “I– sorry.”

Before you know it, he’s disappeared into his apartment with a loud thud of the door, leaving you alone in front of yours. A chill runs down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie and you hurry inside your home.

As you lie awake in your bed, you don’t think about Suguru at all. You don’t feel bad, sad or even mad at him. You feel… indifferent.

In that moment, as dramatic as it may sound, you realise your heart wanted no one else but Choso Kamo. This longing comes with a heavy ache that makes your heart feel a little too much at an overwhelming speed.

Your drunken state starts to dissipate as you begin to sob silently. You feel a sudden frustration about your current situation – one you could’ve easily avoided had you just been truthful. 

Your wet tears accompany you as you change into your night clothes and freshen up. When the crying makes your head buzz with ants, you begin to sober up completely. You go to the washroom once again to splash cold water over your face, eyes swollen now.

You’re still lost in thoughts, staring at the ceiling when your phone buzzes. It’s 01:14AM when you get a text from Choso. You feel happy when his name pops up. You quickly unlock your phone to read it.

Cho <3: We need to talk. 

You: ?? 

Cho <3: You’re home?

You: where else would I be at this hour?

where are you? Did you come back already?

Cho <3: Yes. When can we talk?

You: we’re talking right now, aren’t we :P 

aww, did you miss me? 

Cho <3: I’ll be there in 15.

You blink at your screen.

What was that?

The annoying thing about texting is not being able to recognize a person’s tone… or perhaps the person really did text in an unusual manner. 

You walk out into the living room, turning the light switch on as you wait for him with a million questions in your mind – when did he get back? Why did he send such an odd text? Why is he coming all the way to your house so late?

You hear your phone ring before your mind reaches a solid conclusion. When you see his name on the caller ID, you almost sprint to the door to open it.

You extend your arms out with a smile, ready to embrace him in a hug but he moves past you. You knit your eyebrows as you close the door before following him back in.

“Is everything okay?” you ask softly.

He places his helmet and keys on the table before turning to face you, eyes stone cold. You feel a weird sadness. He looks like a stranger with such a cold demeanour.

“Cho–”  

“Can you stop toying with me?” he interrupts and you sense a shiver in his voice.

You stand still in silence. More confused by the second, not knowing what’s going on.

He continues his whispered monologue, not wanting to wake the others up – but the calmness of his voice has agitation laced over it, “I’m going crazy and it’s all because of you! I like you so fucking much that it feels ridiculously close to love… and now I’m not even sure if it’s worth this shitty confession.”

That was the last thing you expected out of him. So all that you can manage to say is a ‘what?’ in disbelief.

“You’re driving me crazy!”

“Cho, I don’t underst–”

“I saw you kiss him!” he almost yells before closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath in, “Out by the door tonight… I came early to surprise you and I saw you kissing him. Tell me it’s what just friends do!?”

“Choso…” you mumble.

“I went back home, determined I never wanted to talk to you ever again but how could I not? I feel like a pathetic loser. With each memory I tried to push away, thoughts of you kept on pulling me in deeper. I remembered how sad you got last time and that I’d promised I’d never ghost you again… and now I’m here but I–”

When you hear his voice crack, you look into his eyes but he avoids your gaze as he sits down on the sofa in defeat. As your mind starts registering the fact that he just told you he likes you, you snap out of it just as quickly when you realise you need to clear his misunderstanding right away. 

“Cho… wait–” 

“You’re killing me! Just end my misery and tell me you never liked me and get this shit over with. I'll be out of here and leave you be with him–”

“CHOSO!” you yell.

“WHAT?” he looks up at you and you see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You sigh as you slowly kneel down in front of him.

“He tried to kiss me. I didn’t kiss him!” you explain as you stare at him to gauze whether he’s catching up.

“How does that make a difference?” he questions as he tilts his head back to avoid eye contact. You pull onto the hem of his t-shirt to make him look at you again.

“Because I didn’t kiss him. You would’ve known if you'd waited 2 more seconds to see that I pushed him away!”

His eyebrows furrow as he leans forward, “You- what?”

“Let me explain?” you ask calmly as you rest a hand on his knee. He nods and you move to sit next to him on the couch. “Firstly, there’s nothing going on between Suguru and–”

“You don’t like him anymore?” he cuts in.

“God no! I haven't liked him for a long time now… like a long long time,” you enunciate every word. And more than making him explain, it's almost a declaration to yourself to be brave with your words.

His eyebrows further crease, the wrinkle in the middle of his forehead deeper than ever.

“Just… let me explain? I’ll answer all your questions,” you rub his hand softly as you melt at the way his puppy eyes stare at you.

Moment of truth!

“I know you may have a lot of questions but just listen to what I say first?” You begin and he nods just as you blurt it out, “Suguru and I never really dated.”

“What!?” His eyes almost pop out of their sockets in disbelief.

“You wanna hear it or not?” You glare at him. 

He's quick to raise his hands up in surrender, “Go on.”

“Umm… remember when you asked me if I had a crush on anyone?” You continue, “When I first told the gang I was doing long distance with Suguru?”

He nods attentively and it almost makes you giggle but you maintain a straight face nonetheless. 

“It was a stupid lie that Lu and I said without thinking cause at that time all that mattered was to not confess that I had a crush on you,” you sigh.

He points a finger at his own chest, “Me?”

You roll your eyes.

“No, no… I mean, that was like two months ago. You've liked me since then?” He sounds more confused than ever.

You simple stare at him, warning him about the interruption. He mouths a sorry and you continue. You tell him about your first kiss and brief history with Suguru, which earns you a consoling caress on your hand from Choso. You also explain how Suguru moving into the apartment next door was just your mother's naive move at fixing your relationship with your ‘hot ex-best friend’. And finally catching him up to speed on the events from a few hours ago.

“So, that's that,” you sigh, “Of course I shouldn't have lied about it at all and avoided this whole mess altogether… but I'm sorry. I don't want a relationship based on lies so, now you know. And since I'm being honest… I've had a crush on you for a while now, Cho. It started slowly and before I knew it, I liked you too much to risk getting rejected by you-”

“No,” he interrupts you, “No… just– you’ve liked me for months and you're just telling me now?”

“Hey, you weren’t particularly easy to read! You always gave me mixed signals. Since when have you liked me?” you fire back.

“You dumbass… I've been whipped for you from the moment you first spoke to me!” He whisper-yells in the passion of his confession, laughing as if a sudden weight had disappeared off his shoulders.

You're dumbfounded as you mumble, “Then why not ask me out?”

“I don't know… my longing for you never seemed to move past late night rants with Satoru,” Choso chuckles, “at first I thought that it would be a bad idea to fuck up the dynamics of such a new friend group… then later on, I saw the way you refused to go out with Mahito… I didn’t want to blow my chance by asking you too prematurely and then the perfect moment never arrived till Suguru happened.”

“Wait wait wait… Satoru knew?” You raise an eyebrow. Choso simply nods affirmatively. “I'm gonna kill that blondie in the morning,” you glare in the direction of Luna's room.

You look back when you hear Choso laugh and you smile at him, “As for Mahito, he was just some dude at the office to me. I never even had a full conversation with the guy! But you–”

“I know it seems like an excuse and maybe I was being a coward but I really did not want to be just a guy at the office to you!”

There's a beat of silence.

“Do you really like me?” He breaks the silence.

“What– of course I do!” you sigh, “How has it not been obvious to you?”

“Ditto.” he says plainly. 

There’s silence again. With every second that passes by, you feel a void forming inside of you and your mouth drying due to the sudden anxiety creeping up. But then there it is, his voice that pulls you out of it.

“Will you push me away if I kiss you now?”

You stare at him blankly, “Hmm?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he declares softly. 

You nod your head slowly.

“Hmm,” he moves closer to you, closing the barely existent distance between you. He plops your bottom lip out with his thumb while simultaneously wetting his plump ones. Your breath hitches in your throat when you finally feel his lips on yours.

He takes his time to savour the taste of your mouth, parting to catch his breath, “I’m sorry if I hadn’t made it clear before– I like you a lot.”

You blush as you nod, “I like you too, Cho.”

“Let me do this right,” he hooks an arm around your waist, “Would you make me the happiest man on earth and be my girlfriend?” He pecks your cheek.

“Hmm… can I think about it and get back to yo–” your sentence is interrupted by another kiss and you laugh into it.

“Nope,” he kisses you all over your face. You giggle as you pull him in for another kiss.

You let out an involuntary whimper when he deepens it and his tongue invades your mouth. Your hands move up to play with his hair when he tugs at your hips to pull you impossibly closer onto his lap. His fingers dig into your hips to drag your crotch over his growing erection.

When Choso finally parts his lips from yours, you gasp for air as you grow weak under the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he declares lovingly and it makes your cheeks grow hot. You grab the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer. He obliges as his lips capture yours again. 

Your tongues dance in sync with a newfound familiarity before he pulls away to pepper your whole face with tiny pecks. You giggle silently at this, trying your best not to wake Luna and Satoru up.

You close your eyes when Choso’s lips move closer to your eyelids, still laughing as you whisper, “Shhh… Cho– it tickles!”

“Okay… then how about this?” he coos as his face dives into the crook of your neck and he sucks onto your skin, causing you to let out a louder gasp.

You slap a hand over your mouth as he sucks on the same spot, biting it and making you feel dizzy. He fingers wrap around your wrist to peel your hand away from your mouth.

Biting your bottom lip to contain your moans, you feel him push up against your crotch, moving your hips back and forth over the tent in his pants. You yank his hair with your free hand and he gives you a cheeky grin, lust clouding his eyes.

“Hold tight,” he whispers as he leans back in to kiss you. You nod as you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to dominate the kiss. His hands move down to knead the flesh of your ass before you hear a muzzled smack and feel the tingling burn on your butt, “Just because you’re on top doesn't mean you're in control,” he smiles ever so innocently as he stands up, almost stumbling as he eagerly carries you to your room. Your lips don’t part until you shush at him for kicking your room door to close it with a loud thud behind him. 

He ignores your scolding, biting your bottom lip softly instead. Just as he throws you onto the soft mattress of your bed, you hear shuffling as he searches for the bedside lamp.

When the dim light illuminates his form, you get butterflies in your stomach at the way his chest heaves as he pulls off his t-shirt in one swift motion, discarding it recklessly on the floor. When he climbs into the bed, hovering over you, you can’t help but observe how delicious he looks – his lips already swollen from the kiss and his hair all messed up, thanks to you.

“I like you so much. You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of this moment,” you confess as you stare into his eyes.

“I think I do,” he kisses your cheek, “cause I have failed to get you off my mind too.”

“Fuck you for being such a coward,” you pull him into a kiss.

“Okay, my pretty liar,” he pulls back to sit up and you mirror his movement. He pulls your t-shirt up to your chest. You lift your hands up to help him take it off completely and he discards the fabric carelessly. Your bra follows next and he’s stupefied as he salivates at your perked up tits.

His hands are quick to knead and squish your boobs together before pinching the hardened nipples. You sigh in satisfaction and it encourages him further as he pulls you onto his lap till you're straddling him. He holds your gaze, staring up into your half-lidded eyes as his lips alternate, pecking both of your nipples gently.

If your skin burned like fire under his touch, he felt scorched by the sun itself. Choso wasn’t a pervert but maybe you were an exception; he could recall all the times he’d jerked himself off to thoughts of you.

As his hands raked over your soft skin, it made him think of all the nights he’d conjured up sweet memories of your seemingly innocent hugs for all the wrong reasons — the way your arms would wrap around his wide shoulders and the way your boobs would press against his chest — and he felt his cravings grow with a deprivation akin to a sex-fiend adolescent boy.

With each touch, he affirmed the thoughts that had plagued his sleepless nights during the forced celibacy he’d maintained since the day he started falling for you. It had been months since he’d felt the touch of a woman and he thinks it might as well have been a lifetime ago. 

His lips search for all the spots on your skin that can pacify the needs of his body and the longing of his heart. The shipwrecked sailor finding his solace in the arms of a siren who’d been waiting for him to sink under. 

When his teeth softly tug at your flesh before sucking onto a nipple roughly, you shut your eyes close, moaning at the sensation as you slowly begin grinding your hips over his clothed cock. He repeats his ministrations on the other side while his hand slides down to dip into your shorts. His fingers flirt with your wet underwear, rubbing over the fabric, pushing it closer to your cunt, soaking it further with your juices.  

“Cho– nghh,” you huff as you find your hips grinding at their own will against his hand for more friction and your head lulls back. 

“Yes, my love?” He teases you as his other hand clutches your jaw to make you look at him once again.

“M-more,” you beg, feeling hazy. His lips curl into a cocky smile as he pulls your face closer to kiss you. He moves the flimsy fabric of your underwear to the side before gliding two fingers over your folds, coating them with your arousal.

You squirm on top of him when his fingers bully into your cunt, slowly burying in deeper and deeper. His grip on your jaw relaxes before holding the back of your neck firmly to still your writhing torso. Your thoughts go blank and pleasure shoots up your veins as Choso’s fingers work their magic. 

His two fingers go from slowly massaging your gummy walls to moving up towards your clit. As he starts to roll the pads of his fingers over the sensitive bud, you bury your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans. Choso notices the way your arms begin to shake when you grip his shoulders to keep yourself sane. Choso’s free hand slides to the back of your head as he grips your hair with just the right amount of pressure. When you pull your head back to look at him, you find a satisfied grin plastered on his face, relishing the way you look so fucked out already.

Any other time you’d get jealous wondering who taught him how to please a woman but right now, you were too busy making profanities sound like pleas and prayers dedicated to the man in front of you. You lean forward to kiss him frantically as your body starts to twitch due to how sensitive your clit feels. You bite his bottom lip hard and whimper at the way his fingers play with you.

He pulls his face away from yours to whisper, “Let me hear your cute voice, baby. Been waiting forever.”

You shake your head no in embarrassment and it's only a split second after that you find yourself moaning his name as he dives forward to suck the sweet spot on your neck. You can already tell it's going to bruise later but you don't care. You're way past the limit of being overstimulated as you can hear just how wet his fingers have gotten with your slick.

You can't take it anymore so you grab his hair to pull his sweet lips away from your skin, “Choso… please fuck me before I go insane.”

Your desperate request is all it takes for him to oblige and lay you down on the mattress. Before you can register it, he’s yanking your shorts off along with your soaked panties to completely expose your body to him. You feel shy like you never did before and it’s mostly due to the way Choso's eyes are ravaging your body even without laying a finger. You try to squeeze your legs shut as your face burns in embarrassment, but he’s quick to stop you halfway, gripping your ankles tightly.

“Cho, stop looking at me like that!” you scold him and he simply chuckles softly.

“I have dreamt of you naked a million times and now that I finally get to see you…” he holds your left leg up to his shoulder as he peppers pillowy wet kisses, starting from your ankle and moving towards the inside of your thigh.

“Mmh?” you ask as you shut your eyes when you feel his breath fanning just above your folds. You feel goosebumps prick your skin as he kisses everywhere but where you need his mouth the most.

“My imagination couldn’t ever come close to the real you,” he concludes before you feel his wet tongue part your folds as he slowly licks up and down at a steady pace. When the tip of his tongue pokes at your clit, you instinctively move your hands down to grip his hair while your thighs squish his head gently. He’s sucking your sensitive bud just as his two fingers glide into your hole.

“Shit… CHOSO!” you grip his hair as he continues his slow torture. You grind your hips, desperate for more friction only to hear him chuckle as he stops to look up at you. You open your eyes to see his amused face staring at you from between your thighs.

“So cute,” he crinkles his nose at you. Before you can let the crease of complaint form on your forehead, he’s diving back in. This time however, his pace is brutal. He’s unforgiving as he eats you out like a starved man. Each lick makes your torso twitch more violently as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Cho?” you huff as your breathing gets heavier.

“Yes?” 

“Come here,” your voice is desperate and he has no option but to obey as he towers over you with his hands on either side of your head. You reposition one of his thighs between your legs as he waits for your command. He’s quick to catch up as he pushes his leg further up to press his knee against your pussy. Your hands are quick to grip onto his sides as you begin grinding over his thigh at a ruthless pace.

“That’s it baby… use me as you please,” he matches the rhythm of your body and it takes only a few more seconds till your whole body is twitching and your limbs collapse onto the mattress as you cum hard.

“Wow,” he looks down at the newly created wet spot on his pants.

“Really soft… I like your pants,” you stick your tongue out as you tease him. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before leaning down to kiss you again. He caresses your hair as your breathlessness subsides slowly and you promise, “I'll wash them tomorrow.”

“No way! Gonna wear this out and show everyone ‘hey!!! my girlfriend came on this!’” he laughs.

But that one word he casually lets slip is the one that catches your attention. You bite your lip as you blush, “Girlfriend?”

“Shall we make it official?” He moves away to get off the bed and his hands unbutton his trousers before letting them drop to the floor along with his underwear. You look at his naked figure, staring at him in his full glory. You let out a dry chuckle when your eyes land on his dick, wondering how the hell your pussy was going to take all of him.

You snap out of your trance as you hear him speak, “Got any condoms?”

“Hmm?” You blink as you refocus your vision back to his face. 

“Cute,” he laughs and there's a pause as he looks at you lovingly, “I asked where the condoms were, baby.”

“Oh… right,” you blush, again, “umm… left drawer in the closet.”

It's not hard to find the sealed pack as it lay on top of your stuff – all thanks to Luna who had gotten them for you just in case on the day you had invited Choso over to talk.

“Who was this pack waiting for?” he inquires you teasingly, “Totally not jealous by the way!”

“Your dumbass on Thursday,” you roll your eyes at him.

“Aww,” he mocks before giggling like a teenager in love, “Sorry for making you wait, my love.”

“All's forgiven,” you open your arms, inviting him back to the bed.

“No, wait… where's the lube?” he’s rummaging through the drawer.

“Doesn' matter, just come here!”

“Baby, come on,” he chuckles as he points at his dick, “not tryna brag but… come on.”

Right. You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks at his comment. So all you can do is manage to rapidly mumble, “it's somewhere in there… I don't know, find it yourself.”

Choso's smiling like an idiot before turning his back to you once again to find the lube. You observe how well-built his back looks even when he's not flexing before your gaze finds itself onto his cute butt. You smile to yourself as it dawns on you that this is actually happening for real.

With your legs spread apart, your hand moves down to your folds as you begin to finger yourself. Your other hand is playing with your hardened nipples as you shamelessly stare at Choso’s figure. 

“Found i–” he turns around as he holds the half-empty tube in his hand, words failing him at the scenery in front of him. He thinks he could cum just by looking at you masturbating in front of him.

“Hurry up baby… please,” you whimper as your fingers pick up the pace.

Without wasting another second, he's tearing open the pack of condoms to put one on with lighting speed. Before you know it, his hands are on either side of your head to keep his heavy weight from collapsing onto you as his head dips down to kiss you passionately.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs when your lips part. You’re already reaching out to grab the lube he'd tossed on the bed. Taking a generous amount in your palm, you smirk at him as your hand reaches down to coat his dick with the sleek gel.

You're pretty sure you hear a muted whimper when your hand glides over his length, squeezing it with a soft pressure. “That enough?” You ask innocently when you stop the movement.

“Let's find out,” his voice betrays him, revealing the desperation hidden inside. Choso’s quick to readjust your position, hooking your legs onto his shoulders and placing a pillow under your hips. You reach your hand down to position his tip near your entrance and frantically nod at him to begin.

“Just tell me– fuck… I'll stop if it’s too much,” his voice strains as he pushes his tip inside. You nod as your fingers dig into his biceps.

“Shit, son of a bi–ngh,” you moan as he pushes his dick deeper into your fluttering walls, “don’t stop, keep going.” Even more profanities roll off your tongue by the time he's done pushing his whole length into you. 

“Good job, baby!” He kisses your sweaty forehead as he waits for you to adjust to his size. “I'm gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You nod eagerly as you cup his face to pull him in for a kiss. When you feel him pull his hips away slowly, you moan into the kiss, making him suck on your bottom lip. Before you have a chance to feel the emptiness, he's thrusting back into your hole, making your eyes roll back into your head as you chant his name between kisses.

“Cho- fuck!” you cry. 

“Tell me how you like it, baby,” his heavy voice feels like music to your ears.

“Faster… please!”

On your command, the sound of your skin slapping against his gets louder as he picks up the pace. Choso’s chest heaves as he slams a hand onto the headboard, gripping it tight to help control his motions better. You can feel each thrust penetrate your walls, leaving behind a longing for more each time he pulls back to fuck into you harder.

As you shamelessly chant out ‘yesyesyes’ in approval, it further fuels his desire to keep going. When you feel your body move up the bed due to his erratic thrusts, you bring one hand up to push against the headboard and keep yourself from sliding up further.

Each of his thrusts feel so delicious that you find yourself zoning out due to the pleasure. You can feel your senses overloading when he pulls his hand away from the headboard to tease your clit instead. When your fingernails dig into his bicep, you hear him hiss in pain.

“S-sorry baby,” you mumble in your delirium only slightly letting go of your grip on his arm. Choso lets out a dry chuckle at this before stopping his thrusts completely. You look at him with desperation and disappointment in your eyes.

He pulls away from you before commanding, “Turn around.”

On instinct, you're quick to obey as you lie face down, pushing your ass up in the air as you steady your balance on your knees. But you realise Choso has other ideas when he pushes your hips to lie you down flat.

“Try to relax, okay baby?” his voice sounds so soft that all his words seem to be laced with honey, all the while preparing to take you into a lethal prone bone. Choso pins both your wrists above your head with one hand while his other hand lines his tip to your entrance once again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his length enter you slowly. 

“Oh… god,” is all you can manage to say as your voice gives out. As Choso begins to thrust into you with a delicious pace, all you can manage to utter are broken moans of his name over and over again. 

You're at his mercy, locked under him as he pounds into you, making the mattress bounce to the rhythm of your bodies. You're certain you almost see stars each time his dick touches all the right spots inside you.

The sound of his hips slapping against your ass makes you hyper aware of just how loud you're being but with every thrust, you care less than ever.

“Shit… baby, I might–,” before Choso's sentence is complete, you feel his dick twitch inside you, “...cum.”

“No! Keep going… please,” you push your hips back in an attempt to make up for the lost momentum when you feel Choso slow down. But you already feel the emptiness inside your walls as he rolls off to collapse next to you, chest heaving heavily.

Before the pout on your face has a chance to deepen further, he's pulling your body into his till your back is pressed against his chest.

“Sorry baby,” he whispers, kissing the sweet spot behind your ear as his arms snake around your body to readjust till you're lying on top of him. One of his hands plays with your hardened nipples while the other hand moves down to your clit. 

“Oh,” is all you manage to utter before you're squirming on top of him due to his skilled movements. Every flick and every pinch overstimulating your already abused clit. You turn your head to try to kiss him but your position makes it impossibly difficult and the moans you wanted to drown into his mouth are bellowed out loud.

You would've thought it ridiculously impossible that a man would be able to make you squirm like this just by playing with your tiny bud of joy but the night had been full of surprises to say the least.

“Cho– fuck, it's too much,” you cry as you try to release yourself from his hold but are instead greeted by a pinch on the nipple.

“Shh… you can take it baby,” his fingers move better than a vibrator ever could and you cry his name over and over again as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

“Fuckfuckfuck-shit! Choso, fuck, please god,” you're not sure what you're begging for but your prayers are heard as you cum hard, body convulsing violently. Choso's fingers slow down and you take the opportunity to slide away from his hold. 

You let out a breathless chuckle as your body slowly stops twitching. You open your eyes to look at Choso who's smiling at you with a satisfied smug look in his eyes.

“Kamo… you’re something else,” you laugh as you roll your eyes at him, still in disbelief at the fact that he managed to make you orgasm in a way you yourself could never.

“You're welcome,” he laughs back as he shifts to sit in front of you, taking one of your feet into his hands. He brings the foot up to kiss the bottom of it and you pull away when it tickles. Choso moves closer, the lazy haze in his eyes can't hide the lust starting to swarm again.

“No way,” you squeal as you place the same foot onto his chest to stop him from getting any closer.

“Are you serious? We've only fucked once,” he pouts.

“Cho, if we fuck again, I'll die,” you laugh as you hook the same leg around his waist to pull him in closer.

“And if we don't do it again, I'll die,” he dips his head down to give you a sweet peck.

“Cho, have you seen the size of that thing? Give me some time to adjust,” you laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him on top of you like a weighted blanket.

“Okay fine, but I'm having you all to myself in the morning,” he kisses you once again before pulling away from you. You watch him discard the condom into the bin before returning to bed. Last thing you remember is Choso pulling you closer and covering your naked bodies with your snug blanket. The whispered pillow talk dissolves away as soon as it begins and the mumbled sentences you try so hard to deliver get lost somewhere in the back of your brain when sleep takes over.

~~~

In his deep slumber, Choso finds himself dreaming – as he wakes up in cold sweat, he finds himself alone in his bed, with no trace of you in sight. Then he recalls the way he had hurried back home upon seeing you kiss Suguru and the rancid feeling that he had carried to bed, trying to bury any feelings he had for you, hoping they’d disappear tomorrow along with the burning ache of his soul. Then he wakes from the dream within his dream, feeling a sense of brief relief only for his heart to sink again as his hand extends out to roam over the empty spot on the bed. His eyes stay closed, wanting to delay reality. The haven his body had found in your arms last night seemed to have been a tricky illusion of his tortuous brain.

Just as Choso finds himself cursing his mind for such dirty tricks, wishing he’d never–

A kiss on the cheek.

Then another.

And another.

Choso feels the soft lips pepper his entire face with ticklish kisses. And then Choso finds himself taking back all the curses he’d mentally spewed at himself moments ago when his eyes open to meet your loving ones.

“Good morning,” you smile, leaning over him with a damp towel wrapped around your body.

“I had a bad dream,” Choso smiles back.

“What was it?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore,” his grin widens as he wraps his arms around you and rolls over till you’re pinned under him. You squeal, taken by surprise before giggling as he leans down to kiss you.

“If I remember correctly, you’re mine all day today,” Choso comments between kisses, “and for the rest of our days.”

“It’s Monday tomorr–” your sentence is interrupted by another abrupt kiss, resulting in both of you giggling like fools in love. 

His lips move down to your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses. You feel the heat burning up your skin as your hands get lost into his black locks, massaging his head gently. Just as Choso undoes your towel, you hear a loud rumble erupt from your stomach.

“Maybe we should have breakfast first,” Choso chuckles, kissing your belly before getting off the bed. You take his extended hand and get out of bed before getting dressed. You both quietly make your way through the living room, not wanting to disrupt Luna and Satoru in case they were still sound asleep.

“Ready?” you chirp, already envisioning the big breakfast you were planning to have at Sam’s cafe… with your man. You open the main door and take about two steps when he pulls you by the arm, kissing you in a way that leaves you lightheaded.

“Okay, now we’re ready,” Choso smiles.

~fin~

[thats-my-passion-right-there]

I finally saw the mean girls musical (the movie one) I have so many fucking thoughts oh my god

[sysig]

But would you tho (Patreon)

[harryshomebaby]

the way my body just refuses to fall asleep any night before im back to work after 2+ days off… why

[or-did-i-dont-didnt-send-it]

i have no one to talk to irl about this race right now (everyone in the house has gone to sleep it’s 3am here) so im sorry in advance for dumping this on here but this is a warning for the tag vent(that i will definitely be deleting soon) because i love u all and care about your dash experience so if you don’t want to witness a disjointed minor breakdown look away lmao

[sugoroo]

warnings. fem!reader, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, ruined orgasm, satoru gojo is his own warning, 18+ minors dni.

thinking about absolutely insufferable boyfriend satoru gojo who always ruins your incoming orgasms by saying the corniest, most unserious things during sex.

picture him splayed across the bed, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat and uncovered cerulean eyes clouded over with lust as you slowly lower yourself onto his awaiting mouth.

"mhm, that's it, baby," he's cooing, pale hands snaking around your thighs to help you stay upright as he impatiently pulls your pliant body down quicker onto his face. "sit riiight here."

and you're letting off a surprised squeak when he barely gives you a single moment to adjust to the new position before his full, grinning lips are planting a wet, obnoxious kiss right against your sappy folds.

"toru!" you giggle involuntarily, hips wriggling against his face as he continues placing such shameless, sloppy pecks against your sensitive skin — he's acting like a horny teenager making out with a girl for the first time, except in this case the girl is your pussy.

satoru's stupidly dopey smile never fades as he takes in your reactions to his ministrations, each whine and cute laugh just encouraging him to act even more ridiculous.

so he's flicking out his freakishly long tongue, gifting you with little kitten licks that are just barely enough to make your insides tingle but not enough to give you any real sense of pleasure.

and you rock against his face in search of the friction he knows you so desperately need, brows pinched in frustration and lower lip pushed out into an unconscious pout.

"aww, is this not enough for my pretty girl?" satoru chuckles, feigning obliviousness as he watches you restlessly grind into him — he just can't help that he loves seeing you like this, all needy and annoyed with his teasing.

"y-you know it's not," you grumble out, aiming what you hope is perceived as a scolding glare down at him as your fruitless wriggling slowly comes to a halt. "come on... please, toru?"

"now there's the magic word i was waiting for!" he cheers overdramatically, like a proud parent complimenting their child for finally using their manners like they were taught.

you roll your eyes in exasperation, but the action quickly morphs into one of them rolling backwards in pleasure when satoru finally drags his tongue properly through your sticky folds.

and you're rambling out various breathless 'thank you's, pent-up body relaxing onto his mouth as he begins to eat you out like he would've been doing from the beginning if he didn't enjoy making you work for it so much.

he's so unbelievably good at it too, wet lips peppering loving kisses against your cunt before he delves that lengthy tongue inside of your fluttering hole, effortlessly reaching your sweet spot without even having to try.

and you both know it's not long before you're going to fall apart, the thrust of the wet muscle in and out of you and the frequent pauses he takes to suck your puffy clit into his hot mouth just too delicious.

but just when you begin to feel that familiar feeling rising in the depths of your stomach, the metaphorical string of pleasure coiled tight and ready to snap at any moment, satoru just has to spoil it.

"yeahh, can tell you're close, baby." he groans into your pussy, the rumbling vibrations only adding to the colourful sensations coursing through your veins. "gonna cum for me?"

and you're nodding furiously, not even bothering to attempt to speak because there's no doubt in your mind that the words would end up sounding completely incomprehensible.

"mhm? gonna cum all over the strongest's face?" satoru adds in an exaggeratedly loud and sarcastic moan, the ridiculously corny words somehow managing to break through the fragile glass of your incoming orgasm, shattering it into a million pitiful pieces right before your eyes.

"g-god. why are you like this, gojo?" you groan in frustration, the haze of pleasure slowly but surely evaporating from your mind and leaving only a pathetic feeling of emptiness lingering in its place.

satoru just smirks smugly, shrugging as if he doesn't have a single care in the world and flicking his tongue back out to clear your glistening juices away from his lips. "like what?"

scowling in annoyance, you waste no time in swatting his hands away from your thighs and lifting your shaky hips away from his soaked face, rolling off of him and searching around the bedcovers for your panties.

"w-wait, baby, where are you going?" he mutters hurriedly, his entire face draining of all its colour as he watches you preparing to leave — it would almost be laughable how quickly he can go from teasing to pathetic in mere moments if you weren't so pissed off with him right now.

"to find someone who doesn't say shit like that when i'm about to cum." you state simply, tugging your underwear back up your legs before making a show of heading towards the bedroom door.

satoru is scrambling off of the mattress in seconds, almost tripping over himself in his determination to stop you in your tracks. "no, don't go, pretty girl! i was just joking around— h-hey... i'll make you cum as many times as you want if you stay, promise!"

...and that's the story of how you finally made your insufferable boyfriend satoru gojo learn his lesson.

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[oreo-creampie]

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲-𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: they are your ex hubby and baby daddy and they want you back, make up sex, monster fucking with true form!sukuna - why let something like logic stop me from being horny when we can have the king of curses for a baby daddy, jealous!possessive!Satoru, sukuna isn’t jealous but crashed your date with pride, daddy/mama/princess, praise/praising degradation/mocking/teasing/light humiliation/embarrassment, squirting, manhandling, choking, smacking, satoru uses a clone, jerking off, pain kink, pussy slapping, vibrator, forced quick orgasm, overstimulation, Toji is doing his best to sweet talk you

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Toji being your hot ex-husband who comes over Gumi every week and trying to fuck you as well

Oreo: in my quest to answer old asks here we are! Thank you for waiting anon if you did, if you didn’t I hope this reaches you one day! 🫶🏽

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

He turns on your small vibrator, climbing onto your bed. Staring down at you with stunning forest green eyes. “This is what you got to replace me?” You hate how much you love the sight of his massive chest, cocky smirk and thick thighs.

Toji’s cock hangs and lightly sways as he comes closer. You want to him to stretch you out and fill you up. Make you his dumb cock drunk mess who only whines for more.

Ignoring your better judgment to kick your ex back out. You spread your legs, showing Toji how wet your soft cunt is for him. “It makes me cum without bein’ an cold hearted asshole.” You voice isn’t firm like you want. It’s trembling from four months of pent up frustration meeting your desperate anticipation.

The smirk in his face drops a little. “Deserved that.” His smirk softens to a charming smile. “Lemme make it up to ya mama.” He spits on your clit, stroking you with the pulsing toy. Nudging your soft wet cunt with two thick fingers slowly gliding them in.

“I been missing seeing your sweet cunt stretch for me. You feel so soft, wet n’ warm wanna feel ya cumming on my cock. Nothing else gets me off like seeing you soak my cock.” Stroking your sweet spot, focusing on you making you cum quickly.

Closing your eyes moaning, clenching his thick fingers, digging your heels into the bed. You’re lost in the immense relief, muffling your moans with your hand.

Toji pouts, “Look at me beautiful lil mama.” Pumping his fingers faster, adding more pressure to your clit with the toy.

“Let’s make a bet, if I make you cum harder with your toy then you can I win.” The pleasure is intense with the toy pulsing on your soft clit and his fingers working magic. He isn’t playing fair, using his knowledge of your body against you.

Whimpering, “Just tell me you need money.” He’s gaze is too intense, closing your eyes. Biting your lip trying to muffle your cries refusing to give Toji more satisfaction.

Keeping his pace steady, coaxing you towards cumming on his fingers. “I do want money but not from you. What I need is for ya to look at me. Wanna see the look in beautiful eyes when you cum.”

His cheeks flush pink, dripping his voice low whining. “Please.” It shoves you over the edge. Your soaking wet, sensitive cunt spasms, the vibrations on your sensitive clit becoming too much.

“Since I’m winning I wanna take ya out to dinner.” Biting your soft tight, the sweet pain adding at the intense pleasure. “I missed ya sweet tits, squishy thighs, soft stomach, and soaking wet cunt.”

You already came, you couldn't, not again so quickly. Yet you’re quivering, eyes watering, your moans getting louder. Toji muffles your cry with his lips

Rentlessly fucking your sensitive, sloppy wet cunt in a squirting mess, soaking the bed. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your high.

It’s too much yet you want more. You want to feel Toji’s thick cock twitching, his veins pulse seconds before he cums in you. Tears trickle down the side of your face.

Toji breaks away, smirking, “You’re so breathtaking tremblin’ n’ nearly crying cause the pleasure is too much. I've barely done anything and your soaking the bed. Shows how badly she needs me.” He sits up, turning the toy off tossing it aside.

Grabbing himself slapping your cunt with his heavy cock. Jerking your hips back, reflexivly trying to close your legs to escape the overstimulating stinging slaps. He croons, “Is it too much for your poor little cunt?” Dragging himself himself between your lips, running away when he nudges your sensitive clit.

Whimpering, “Yes but I want more, please daddy fuck me with your fat cock.” He flips you over, putting your ass up in the air. Lining himself up, gliding just his fat tip admiring how you stretch to take him. “Or should I call it mine?” You can't wait any long, pushing your hips back taking his cock.

“Nnn fuck that’s it mama fuck yourself with my cock. How good does it feel? Does it make you feel like a whore to fuck yourself like this? Using my cock like a toy.” He groans, it's a deep sound you’ve been missing.

He grabs your hips, meeting your hips with a harsh thrust. Stroking your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. He leans over you, pinning you down with some of his weight.

You’re clawing at the sheets unable to run away. “Come on lil’ mama give me another chance.”

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

He’s in the shirtless. You want to fondle, squeeze, and bite his thick chest. Let your hands wonder down his beautifully sculpted body. You could dig your nails into his broad shoulders, spread your legs and take best cock you've had again.

You know how pleasurable it’s to be underneath and on top of him. Which makes not touching him for the past few months even worse. Finding someone that does it like Satoru is impossible.

“Got my shirt going in the washer with some of your clothes. Ya mind if I crash here for the night? It’s gonna be late by the time it’s dry.” Your brain freezes, and you’re thinking only with your cunt.

You’re caught, weakly snapping, “Fuck you for being hot.” You’re missing his warm, large hands groping your body, fingering your cunt. His soft warm lips peppering kisses like he’s worshiping you.

Satoru's pecs are fuller, and his arms are thicker, with two extra veins running down his forearms. When did he get this big?

He croons, “Careful sweetheart.” Grabbing the top of the doorway, filling it up, showing his size off, smirking. “If your date from last they knew how badly you want to fuck your hot baby daddy what would they think?” You’re stuck on his happy trail dipping into his jeans.

He hooks his thumb into his jeans. You rip your gaze away, cheeks burning, your cunt soaking your panties. "It was a second date so it’s none of their concern.” He steps closer, dipping his head down.

Leaning your head back, closing your eyes. “It’s not serious yet then good.” Opening your eyes, your body engulf by heat. The cocky smirk on his lips is infuriating.

He walks past you, standing in your bedroom door. “Why do you think you can help yourself to my room?” He turns around, his expression is cold, angry. It shouldn’t make you so horny.

Is he jealous?

He motions with two fingers, “Tonight it’s our room ya can fuck me for being irritatingly hot and I’ll show you who is better.” You follow him into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind.

You suggest, “N’ if you fail to be better in bed?” Another Satoru grabs your hair from behind shoving you towards the original.

Nudging your lips with his thick fingers, gagging you when you part your lips. “Thank fucking god these walls are proofed imma make you moan my name like a prayer. I’m gonna have you cry out calling me god and worshipin’ my cock by the time were done.” Squeezing your neck, grabbing your tongue pulling out out to spit on it.

Stuffing your tongue back in with his long fingers. He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear, getting out his long, veiny cock.

Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, Satoru smears his spit on his cock. You wrap your fingers around him, smear his pre-cum with your thumb. Swirling your fist sliding your hand down his cock.

The clones lifts you off the ground, lining his cock up with your soft lips. Rocking his hips, grinding his warm, hard cock along your soft lips, softly stroking your sensitive clit.

Satoru loosens his grasp around your neck. “Stupid beautiful slut you brought him back here fucked him in what was our bedroom.” The clone Satoru pulls you back by your hips to meet his thrust. “Like your cunt doesn’t belong to me.” He grabs your thighs spreading you in a mating press.

Satoru groans at the sight your soft wet cunt taking his clone’s cock. “You wore this dress for him too.” He rips the front, smirking. He slips his blindfold off, tossing it on the bed. His eyes are cold, hard with intense jealousy you’ve never seen before.

You can’t glare up at him for ripping your dress. Unable to get mad with his cock stirring your guts up with each merciless, quick, deep stroke. He’s fucking a confession out of you. “Got it with you in mind. Knew it was something you liked to see on me.”

“It’s something I love seeing on you. It looks so much better like this, ripped with it bunched around your hips for you to take my cock.” You can’t focus on stroking his cock anymore. You’re too lost in the sweet pleasure of your needy, wet cunt stretching to take his long cock with it’s toe curling thickness.

Letting your thighs go when the clones grabs your thighs. He sits down, man spreading, spitting into his palm stroking himself. “Tell me lil baby mama whose fucking your sweet cunt in a sloppy wet mess?”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Glancing Sukuna’s lips, he grabs your neck pulling you in close. His lips are so soft despite the roughness in his passionate hungry kiss. Slipping his hand up your dress squeezing your thigh digging in his nails. He slips his tongue in when you whine.

Dragging his nails up your thigh, squeezing your ass, lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. Desperately trying to keep from moaning into Sukuna’s hungry passionate kiss.

He’s hands and lips feel better than you recall, better then when you touch yourself at night. You missed his cocks, his deep groans, all four of his large hands fondling, restraining and playing with your fragile body pushing you to the point of breaking.

Carrying you through the hallway, closing the door locking it behind himself. Pinning you to the wall, dragging his nails up your thighs, fondling your ass.

He breaks the kiss, yanking your head aside by your hair. Biting your neck, you moan from the sweet pain. Using the second you steady to croon, “Aw you jealous Sukuna? Chased my date off.”

Rolling his crimson eyes Sukuna scoffs, “He isn’t enough for ya lil mama. And by the way you were undressing me from across the room I didn’t think you would mind.” His lips stretch into a cocky smirk that makes your cunt throb.

“You’re suck a rude slut with a broken lil cunt that craves both my cocks.” You want to sit on his face and cum till you’re trembling.

You plead with Sukuna, “Can you please?” Trailing kisses along his jawline, dragging your nails along his scalp. You bite his neck, he tilts his head to the side biting into his bottom lip. He moans from you sucking on the soft spot on his neck.

Stepping away from the wall, tugging you off his body dropping you onto your bed. He demands, “Say your a whore who thinks whose greedy lol cunt loves my monster cocks n’ I’ll fuck you stupid.”

Dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh stopping shy of your cunt. Waiting for you to admit, “I’m your filthy whore who can’t stop thinking with her needy cock hungry cunt. Need ya to fuck me stupid please my King.” He bites his lip, his breath hitching.

“I need your cocks please no one else can compare to you. You make me cum so hard I can’t think straight or walk. Wanna be fucked into a stupid cum stuffed slut!” Lightly stroking your clit through your underwear. grinding your hips.

He croons, “That’s it! I missed hearing you beg. When I think my cock can’t get any harder, it’s almost hurtin.” Fondling himself through his pants, groaning.

“Please take my underwear off. Please my king!” Slipping his finger underneath your underwear. It shouldn't feel so good to have his finger brush your lips but your cunt is clenching.

He groans, “Fuck princess your so damn beautiful, makin’ you my baby mama only made you hotter. That makes you my Queen, my personal cumdump.” Transforming quickly. He’s twice your height and beautifully monstrous with four muscular arms, a mouth stretching across his hard abs. His dark pants outlining his hard cocks.

Unbutton his pants and freeing his cock with a loud sigh. Kicking his pants aside. Massaging his balls, admiring the sight of you laying down in bed with your dress pushed up and legs spread. Your soft cunt soaking wet for him.

Leaning over you, forcing you to look up, grabbing your hands pinning them above your head. Sukuna he slaps your cunt. “This is mine! It’s always been mine!” You reflexively jerk away from the intense sweet sting.

Sukuna yanks you back into place, pinning your legs open. Slapping your cunt again, licking your clit with his stomach’s tongue. Stroking your soft numb quickly, easing the stinging, gliding one thick finger one.

Curling it, remember how your sweet cunt likes it. Massaging your soft spot with the perfect speed and pressure reducing you to a moaning quivering mess, clenching his finger.

The sound proof bedroom containing your loud needy cries. “I miss how you double stuff me. Please, pleaseplease pleaseplease!” Your words are slurring together. His thick fingers are three of your combined, stretching your soft cunt out.

“I know lil’ mama no one can fuck ya like I can. It was a matter of time till ya missed me.” You’re creaming on his fingers too quickly. You shouldn’t be able to. Yet your cunt is clenching and creaming on his fingers.

Your cheeks burning. “Did you cuming so easily?” He smirk grows, “That barely more than a minute, you haven’t been treating her right.” His tongue strokes your puffy clit faster.

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[autumnmatt]

𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺.

summary: matt is playing fornite with his two brothers and he gets to loud when he keeps losing, causing his girlfriend to wake up from her slumber.

classification: fluff

warnings: kissing, pet names, suggestive language, use of y/n

it was about 3 in the morning and you were fast asleep in yours and matts bed, snuggled up in a blanket with matts stuffed pug mr. wrinkleton tucked under your arm.

matt on the other hand was in the middle of a very intense fornite match with his brothers nick and chris. there were about 10 people left in that match and your boyfriend was very determined to win.

all was going good during the game play until him and his brothers came across this very sweaty team. “on me on me!! these kids are good I need backup quickkk” matt yelled to nick and chris through his headset.

he then faced one of the opposing teammates but of course he lost the battle between them and got knocked. “FUCKKKKK” he screamed out of frustration. nick also got killed a little while after matt did by the same person.

y/n wasn’t that much of a heavy sleeper so when he started to yell out, she shifted in bed a little opening up her eyes to see what the yelling was coming from.

she looked up and saw the bright screen in front of her with fornite being played along with her boyfriend sitting in his gaming chair banging on the desk from just getting killed. she puts the blanket over her head and closes her eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

“CHRIS DUDE YOURE SO BAD THOSE KIDS WERE ASS” matt yells, slamming his controller on the desk making a very loud sound that could be heard throughout the room.

y/n tossed and turned once more slowly losing the battle of getting back to sleep. so she got up, yanked the covers off of her body, and started sleepily walking over towards matt, dragging her feet with every step she took.

once she made it over to the chair where he sat she stood there, waiting for matt to realize she was standing here. and once he did he could see the pout forming on her lips, instantly feeling guilt for being so loud so late at night.

“oh baby I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” he frowned, muting his mic and taking his headset off then holding his arms out to her and patting his lap, inviting her to come sit down.

she straddled him and rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his warm body and taking in his familiar scent, the scent she loved most.

“go back to sleep baby, I promise I’ll keep it down”. he said and kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her so that he could still have access to the controller also slowly rubbing up and down on her lower back.

“come to bed with me.” she groaned into his shoulder. she was already strarting to fall back asleep.

“of course I will baby.” he smiled taking his hands off the controller putting the headset on one last time to tells his brothers his was going to sleep. he shut of his computer, put his headset and controller up and gently picked her up to bring to the bed.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to prevent yourself from falling out of his arms. your face now buried into his chest.

he set you down on your side of the bed before walking over to his pulling the blanket over the both of you and situating the pillows so they were at a comfortable position under your heads.

you faced him for a few seconds to say your goodnights. you kissed his lips lazily before speaking. “goodnight I love you.” you spoke up, resting your head onto his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

“goodnight I love you too baby”. he said before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him. he kissed your forehead before you slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

a/n: AHHHH I think this is so cute. my 2nd story on here, thank you so much for the love on my first story and definitely send me some requests. hope you enjoyed this fic, love you all!!!

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