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⤷ shower sex with your very horny and in love boyfriend ichigo <3
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“c’mere” ichigo says in that low, rough tone the second the bathroom door clicked shut behind you two.
water is spraying over the both of you and he’s got you backed against the cool tile wall, his broad chest pressed to yours, water washing over the hard lines of his body.
his mouth quickly finds yours, tongue hot and insistent, one big hand cradling the back of your head so you don’t bump it on the wall. the other hand is already sliding down your wet skin, gripping your hip hard.
“fuck, baby, i missed you,” he mutters against your lips, voice thick. he’s half-hard already, thick length brushing your thigh as he rocks forward, needy little thrusts that show exactly how badly he wants to be inside you. “couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.”
he drops to his knees right there in the shower. the water cascading over his orange hair, sticking it to his forehead as he looks up at you with those dark eyes. so hungry and completely devoted to you.
his hands grip your thighs and he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open just enough for his mouth to find your pussy. the first slow drag of his tongue has your head tipping back against the wall with a soft moan.
ichigo eats you out like a starving man. he’s sloppy with it, water and spit mixing as he groans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake. two thick fingers slide in deep, curling just right while his tongue works your clit in tight, relentless circles.
he keeps glancing up through his lashes, watching every twitch and gasp you make, like it’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “you taste so fucking good… such pretty noises you’re making baby,” he growls, voice muffled.
he’s rutting against nothing, cock flushed and leaking, so turned on from pleasuring you that he’s practically shaking. when you finally cum on his tongue, he moans as if he’s the one getting off, slowly riding out your orgasm.
he surges up and spins you around so your chest is pressed to the wall, and lines his cock up to your entrance. one deep thrust and he’s buried inside you, stretching you out perfectly.
ichigo’s forehead drops to your shoulder as he starts fucking you with quick, powerful strokes, water flowing over both of you.
“love you,” he pants, over and over. “love you so much—fuck—you feel so good.. mine. all mine.”
one hand is gripping your hip hard, the other reaching around to rub your clit because he needs you to cum on his cock this time.
he’s so deep it’s almost too much, “that okay? tell me if it’s too much, baby,” he murmurs.
his rhythm turns rougher, hips snapping hard, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans your name.
a broken, desperate sound comes out of his mouth as he fills you up, holding you tight through the aftershocks, still rocking his hips slowly like he can’t bear to pull out.
he’s pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulders. his gentle hands washing you clean, he’s still a little hard, already nuzzling your neck again.
“round two after we actually get clean… or you wanna go again right now?” he says with that cocky little smirk in his face, but his eyes are soft and full of so much love for you.
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Bf! Itadori who hears that couples are supposed to have spontaneous movie-like moments, so he tries to recreate one by spinning you around during a hug. Neither of you account for his terrible footing on wet pavement. You both end up sitting on the sidewalk laughing so hard you can’t breathe while strangers side eye as they pass by.
Bf! Itadori who tries to surprise you with a romantic forehead kiss after seeing it in the shoujo manga you like to read. He misjudges the distance, bumps foreheads with you instead, then spends the next ten minutes apologizing while you’re laughing too hard to answer.
Bf! Itadori who lets you dye his hair whatever color you just got at the salon. Black? Done. Blue? Sure. Soft lavender because you “saw it on Pinterest”? He’s already sitting on the bathroom floor with a towel around his shoulders and a wide smile on his face.
Bf! Itadori who will always bring an extra scarf with him when it’s chilly outside wherever he goes so he can wrap it around you when you're cold.
Bf! Itadori who buys the absolute ugliest, most aggressively loud matching pajamas you’ve ever seen, acting like he’s scored you both the height of romance. Convinces you to wear ‘em, then later he’s posting it on his Instagram close friends. The next day, Nobara and Megumi don’t let either of you breathe—nonstop clowning. Yuji grins like he’d do it all over again.
Bf! Itadori who screenshots every new selfie you post on your story ‘n quietly sets it as his wallpaper on everything he owns—his phone, laptop, iPad, even his console. He can’t help it, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
Bf! Itadori who sneaks his cold hands under your shirt just to mess with you, cheekily grinning as you jolt away like you’ve been startled out of your skin.
Bf! Itadori who keeps making you playlists, each one with an overly cheesy title, filling them with songs he swears “sound like you” or remind him of random moments you two shared. Gets overly giddy when you actually take time out of your busy day to listen to them.
Bf! Itadori who always ends up curled up against your chest when he’s sleepy, insisting the steady rhythm of your heartbeat is the easiest way for him to relax and drift off.
glad you’re offended you ai slop defender. i miss illit’s old sound like back when ppl confused them w newjeans now they sound like le serrafim and daniel’s & friends had a love child
i like katseye in their sis and gnarly era thanks.. i thought i was the only one who knew the difference between illit and newjeans like they didnt sound the same. but hybe is illits company or wtv so ig it was bound for them to sound like le sserafim
quickly, are they in those eras now? they use ai now they’re in their israel gpt era 🥹
i meant visually. people confused them due to their debut visuals. i think their sound wasn’t the SAMESAME but it was clearly for the same target audience that new jeans is for, even from debut visuals ALONE that was obvious. 🤯
same company ≠ same sound. that’s just pure laziness from hybe. they’re getting more and more lazy bc they know that wtv they put out will be labeled as camp. no one puts effort into at least katseye’s stuff anymore. lyrically, sonically, all of it has gone to shit ever since the rapid success of gnarly. that showed hybe that they can put in such little effort and get the same results with genuine effort to come up w good lyrics, great production, great styling, great everything
yes this is woke yes the music industry is going to shit bc of ai yes it’s that deep yes katseye sucks debut katseye will be missed. daniela & friends just doesn’t hit i fear!!!!!
being the family loner was hard work. lonely work actually.
so when yuuji gets married, it's just another miserable but joyous day! the big change ⟡ ݁₊ .: comes when the pretty and fiesty wedding planner gives choso more attention than he bargained for.
⠀ ⠀ ༘⋆ con + warnings ⟡ ݁₊ .: loner!choso, dryhumping, mentions of cheating, oral sex (fem), itafushi mention (not shipping, thought it would be cute for the fic), light (?) angst, praise kink if u squint
"we're getting married!"
was the first thing yuuji yelled excitedly as megumi finally set the drinks down on the table.
choso and sukuna blinked as yuuji basically vibrated with energry in his seat. so much so that as megumi settled back down next to him, he almost immediately knocked his shoulder causing the lemonade to sloush over the rim a bit onto the quiet man.
"oh, sorry gumi!"
"so when did this happen?", choso murmured quietly, as he watched yuuji dab at megumi's shirt uselessly before he beamed at his brother again, "like a week ago!"
sukuna huffed as they watched, the patheic display, and megumi who nodded in agreement, "last saturday."
they were awestruck not at the idea that they were engaged, but more by the fact that yuuji was able to keep quiet about it for so long.
"is that why you were acting so weird?"
"weird?", yuuji whined, "i wasn't acting weird."
"you were", sukuna agreed.
yuuji spent the entire week, avoiding eye contact, then staring at them until they acknowledged him, only to continue staring wide-eyed before running off because he had nothing to say.
"so yea…weird."
"anywho!" yuuji waved his ahnds dramatically to change the topic," it was so nice."
he started on a rambling spree that was almost an hour long, maybe about ten minutes in reality but who knew for sure.
"and i turned at the fountain and there gumi was", he threw his hands up, "on one knee but i had the ring digging in my pocket so i also proposed!"
"congratulations."
"congrats."
"YAY," yuuji ignored the congrats entirely starting to fidget in his seat as megumi mouthed a quiet thank you, taking another sip from his cup.
"we are so excited and that's why we brought you here", yuuji continued as if he wasn't already talking for twenty minutes straight, "the wedding planner should be here soon."
"wedding planner?", sukuna tched, "when i'm here? i have plenty of expertise."
"in drawing…well thats more choso", megumi corrected, eyeing choso before looking at yuuji holding the cup up for him to his lips, "we want to incorporate that in our designs, and you only do tattoos."
"only do tattoos?", sukuna growled as he stood up so fast the couch defiently bounced, pointing at megumi, "i will show you only tattoo—"
choso couldn't even keep up with the conversation anymore, more stuck on the fact that megumi wanted his art at their wedding front and display for everyone and that he was even here for the preliminary wedding prep.
he didn't know why he felt that way, he just did. why this affected him so much.
it's yuuji. yuuji loves him and cherishes him.
but it didn't change the fact that he was different from his brothers. he had their mom's looks and they both looked identical, could pass for twins and he was like their distant relative that somehow wandered into photos.
they had explosive personalities, and he was just…bleh.
they loved him, he knew that but it still didn't stop the dull ache he felt when watched their interactions and how even his little brother's friends only drifted toward him when sukuna was too much.
but he couldn't dwell on it long, when a light knock and three doorbell rings interuppted the shpwdown sukuna was not willing to back down from.
"THAT MIGHT BE HER!"
the door swung open and sukuna saw…nothing?
until he looked down…down…down… and down some more, and there you were in your pink soft sweater, glasses and light smile, with a clipboard tucked underneath your arm.
"you're the wedding planner?"
"yes i am!, good afternoon."
"the fierce wedding planner?", sukuna continued again turning towards yuuji who waved you in from the living room as you brushed past.
"HIHIHI", yuuji squealed as he shook your arm diligently it might've been dislocated if megumi didn't step in, " i am so glad that you gave us a chance with your busy schedule."
"well actually you had been booked months in advance", you mused, rotating your already sore shoulder a bit before sitting in the onslot chair facing against the wall, "by mr fushiguro."
yuuji pursued his lips as he watched megumi look away, a light blush taking over before he tackled him in a hug, "oh meguuuumi!"
"well i should introduce myself," you started placing your board down and smoothing your hands down your pants, "i am—"
"the wedding planner."
you chuckled humorlessly, eyes cutting to sukuna with a smile, "well yes i am the wedding planner but i do have a name."
your eyes drifted to choso, who seemed to curl in with his arms crossed, observing the entire room, "hi, and you are?"
shocked he turned, feeling his cheeks flush with heat as he shook your hand, "ah—i'm choso."
"well lovely to meet…most of you."
"let's get started…unless there are anymore comments from the peanut gallery?"
sukuna tched as he crossed his arms and still looked at your devices you plopped out to start the meeting.
as much as yuuji was one for dramatics, he wasn't wrong about you.
you were amazing, you already had ideas lined up for the extravagant wedding he imagined and even dulling down some ideas when he went too far.
"i want jennifer lawernce at the wedding!"
"jennifer lawernce?" you looked up from where you were writing, "what is she going to do at the wedding?"
yuuji scrunched his brows from where he was pacing nodding along, "you're right! how about jennifer aniston?"
"what will jennifer aniston do?"
"right…right…"
"maybe jlo?" you concluded, turning your head at the man who gasped loudly, "you're right!"
"BOOK HER!"
"i highly doubt she would come through, so let's stick to something more in your range, okay?"
"oooo you're right!"
"she is good", sukuna finally concecded watching as you finally got yuuji to sit back down for the tenth time in the past hour, "she is giving me whiplash."
"well, she is the best on this side of the country.." megumi piped up from where he was crubbing dishes, "low budget weddings can look top dollar with her."
"well" you sighed already peeved from the last three hours you were deliberating with yuuji, "alrighty. that should be enough for now. i will get these designs looked over and have my assistant contact you."
you started to stack the papers, nodding at whatever babble yuuji was speeling at you now before he rushed off to tell megumi about your next appointment, leaving choso to see you off at the door.
"uh, have a good night." he murmured lightly.
you smiled at him softly, just as you passed throught the door, "thank you for having me."
he watched you descend a few steps before turning back around, "ah— that's reminds me i'd love to see your art!"
"m—my art?"
"yes! you were spoken very highly of! i'd love to see it at the next appointment…if you're there."
and of course, he was there.
even when he wasn't needed. if yuuji even mentioned that you would be stopping by, gracing the area with your soft smile and calming presence, choso had some excuse to make sure he was there.
whether it was floral arrangements he could careless about, discussing venues layouts or heloing choose the artwork for the reception haul, choso was there.
at first, he told himself it was becuase it's for yuuji. for his family. because he loved him.
then he convinced it was because he needed megumi's input to create beautiful, perfect pieces for their vision.
then he stopped trying to come up with excuses altogether.
because every time you smiled at him, every time you greeted him by name before anyone else, every time your eyes softened when you spoke to him, he found himself looking forward to the next meeting.
and maybe…maybe he thought you looked forward to them too.
though, there were three maybe four instances that, he really remembered that made him fall for you.
"wow…these are beautiful" you murmured your fingertips dusting lightly over the artwork that graced the table.
it was a simple charcoal drawing of intertwined flowers and vines that yuuji had immediately demanded be used somewhere in the wedding.
"you really made all of these?"
choso could feel his ears reddening, trying his hardest not to show you how effected he was, "yeah."
"amazing."
you took it upon yourself to flip through his portfolio, gasping lightly as you came across something else you admired, "the way you shade things makes them feel alive."
choso had his fabbers gasted. this wasn't unusual but usually unless they were looking for a specific piece of commission, people just overlooked his work for a few seconds with a 'that's pretty.'
but here you were, rocking his world again. making him feel seen for once outside of his family as you examined and asked him about each piece you observed.
you studied them like they mattered, as he mattered.
"so..." you continued, smiling lightly. "how much would you charge me if I wanted a portrait?"
"a potrait?"
"mhm of myself."
you stared at him and his growing blush for a secind before laughing softly, pushing off the table, " i'm just joking."
"for free."
you hummed looking back at him surpised, "huh?"
"i'd do it for free."
even at the dress fiittng for the suits weeks later, choso yearned for your presence that was like a calm belt in a hurricane.
it somehow ended up being more chaotic than every planning session combined. yuuji couldn't stad still and unfortunately kept getting pricked by the small pins they were landing for his suit extension, megumi was obviously overstimulated, and sukuna…was sukuna and argued with just about every tailor that came to help him. even aoi was giving issues because of how big he was.
but choso he quietly and quickly got his done, not needing much other than length to cover his long legs and the long stretch of his shoulders. as you looked at the finishing touches beign added to everyone, you stopped at choso ccontemplating.
"did you think of how you're going to do your hair?"
"ah—no not. ahem not yet."
"is your suit tight?"
"no, why?"
"looks like you're not breathing."
"ah—sorry."
"you don't have to apologize for everything" you stepped up on the platform lightly, close enough he got a beautiful whiff of your perfume.
he watched as your gaze landed on his hair, tossing you usual clipboard and binder on the couch as your hands reached up into his fluffy hair, "this okay?"
you continued after he nodded, pulling his hair ties free leaving his hair tumbling down over his face as you moved it around.
the room around his disappeared as he focused you the soft brush of your body on his front and the delicate way your hand smoved in his scalp.
and it felt so good.
and it stopped too soon when you oulled back fluffing the light strands you oulled down in front of his face, "just as i thought." your grinned, "so handsome."
then lastly by the time the rehearsal dinner came around, everyone was exhausted.
the wedding was impeding and the last minute details were being ironed over by you and yuuji who breathed down your neck.
well everyone but choso was stressed, he sat at the table in his ironically dimmer part as his pen sctrached against the napkin he had been toying with the entire dinner.
his eyes drifted again to where you just resided next to him, he's still seeing your soft pink sweater as he curved another line, a smile.
then the boxy frame of glasses, a familiar tilt of your head and that familiar clipboard.
you had just gotten up. he didn't realize he was drawing you until a ashaodw paused over his body and the napkin slipped up from under his pne.
"whatcha drawing?"
his entire body locked up as he turned watching your eyes drift around the napkin and soften completely, "oh wow."
the entire buzz of the resturant seemed to die down around the two of you as you blinked back at the man ," no one has ever drawn me before."
"it's just a sketch—"
"and it's beautiful."
hie eyes could only zero in on your smile, not your usual polite one but the big geninue one as you folded the napkin and placed it under your clip on the borad.
"thanks cho—"
"WE ARE GETTING MARRRRRRIED!!!!"
that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze as you turned to see a very drunk yuuji balancing on a chair as megumi tried and failed to get him to calm down.
"oh my god—yuuji no!"
and now, it's the big day. the wedding.
the last time choso will have a reasonable excuse to see you without making his feelings clear.
and honestly, he felt naked, his hair was down like you told him, his suit was blue instead of the usual black.
now he's at the front of the aisle waiting for both megumi and yuuji to walk down as everyone murmured in their seats.
"you should confess today" sukuna gruffed behind choso pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
"what?"
"confess to the damn planner." he tched, "i see how you look at her."
"and how she looked at you."
"how do i look?!?!"
"smitten."
"w—wait and what do you mean how she looked—"
"sukuna." your voice cut in, your eyebrows furrowed as the little mic attached from your ear dangled in front of your face."stop unbuttoning your damn shirt."
"this is not a strip club it's your brother's wedding."
"well i don't like this fucking tie—agh", he choked as you tightened the long tie back on his neck.
"now shut up and wait until your brother and his husband are down the island. or my foot is up your ass." you sighed watching the man pull at his neckline again.
"ah—choso!", you curled on his side looking at his bright red face, "oh my gosh! see i told cindy it was too hot in here." you fidgeted for your fan , dropping it in front of his face as you tried to fan him.
"are you alright oh gosh—you're getting redder!"
you pressed the button on your ear, "telling whoever on the other side to hurry up and get the temperature a bit cooler as your clipboard fanned at choso still.
"are you sure you're feeling okay, cho?"
cho? he might convulse on the spot.
"i think it's because so many beautiful women surrounding him", aoi chimed in from behind sukuna.
you nodded processing the information as you switched off the fan, handing it your assistant, “ooooh i’m probably putting a lot of pressure on you aren’t i?”
“the day doesn’t have to be perfect don’t worry,” you brushed off his suit, “just do your best to call down so you’re not a tomato’s in the pics, k!”
then you were off, quickly down the aisle as you still gestured to the air conditioning for the few guests that did look like they were starting to feel a bit hot.
that’s what choso loved about you. wait..love…yes! love
you cared for everyone and everything, you even helped a little girl to the chocolate fountain before any of the food was ready, you teared up at the end of the isle when megumi got walked down then yuuji.
you took your own personal pic of them to save from how much you put in this wedding and how much they meant to you.
you even slipped the groomsmen on each side little yogurt packets before the ceremony started…and the list goes on.
you were so perfect.
so extraordinary, art in a personified form that it was intimidating.
maybe that’s why when he approached you, choso could still taste the whiskey he drank down to calm his nerves.
and maybe that’s why he had the courage to drag you to the unoccupied bathroom, and just stare at your face.
“choso?”
he still didn’t say anything. just staring at your face, eyes locking on your lips before you finally grasped at his cheeks pulling him to look at you.
“cho..? whats going on? you’ve been hot since this morning…are you sick?”
he grabbed your hand off feeling his forehead as he crowded you further, your back hitting the sink.
“i—i like you.”
your eye widened as his arms gripped the edge of the sink surrounding your body, “cho…you’re drunk.”
“im not druuuunk”, he whined shaking his head having a few more strands of hair fall in his face, “m not drunk! not that much of a lightweight.”
“so why are you doing this?”
“cause i love like you.”
“and i can’t do this any longer.”
“do what—”
you got cut off when his hand landed on your hip, his body coming up to yours as he dropped down and landed a quick kiss on your lips.
he pulled back just as fast, eyeing your shocked face, only to descend again slowly when your hands drifted to his long locks at the end of his neck.
you pulled at his hair, feeling him gasp into your neck shoving your toungue in his warm waiting mouth as he whimpered, his body closing in over you like a shield that didn’t want to disappear.
his hands slid over your curves as if you were glass, his tongue trying to keep you before letting you win and savage his mouth like a prize and unconsciously his hips brushed against yours.
“mmm cho.”
he didn’t even realize it but in the time he pressed you up against the sink that he was fucking humping you.
“oh—”, he gasped and felt his ears burn even hotter than they did before. “i didn’t know—”
but he can’t stop. not when feeling his cock rub against your warm body between the layers and he’s so close. the button of your pantsuit right in front of where he wants needs you most was his biggest obstacle and pleasure.
it was rubbing against him just right, in the perfect spot that left him feel you and get that bump he just do desperately needed.
“it’s alright cho” you cooed at him, feeling his big hands try to drag you in closer even with your body flush against him, “feels good right?”
his mouth long since moved from yours, your connected saliva drooling down the side of his face, it that he cared much about it as he mouthed at your neck.
his body let out a rapid shiver feeling your knee press against his bulge and he was so so close.
“ooo you liked that, huh?”
“so good cho…you were wishing for this.”
“feels so good cum for me, my sweet boy.”
and he did, his strong hands gripped at the looseness coming out of your shirt as he shook and felt a wet spot take place in his slacks, his louth huffing against your neck while your warm hands rubbed at his back.
“better now?”
choso hummed in response, pulling his neck out to give you a quick peck before flushing seeing the mess he caused in his wake.
well good thing it was dark blue.
“you didn’t…”
you smiled at him, running your hand down his chest to cup his bulge, “ ‘m okay cho don’t worry about me, okay?”
“but i want to—”
“choso?” a female voice came with banging on the door taking your attention away from each other to the sound.
“CHOSO!”
“i know you’re in thereeee” she purred, “don’t tell me you’re cheating on me!”
cheating?
“cheating?” you repeated backing up from the man, “oh my god. oh my god. you are fucking drunk!” you hissed completely separating yourself from him.
“i don’t have a girlfriend!”
“well whatever the fuck she is” you pointed at the door whispering, “she’s looking for you and this was unprofessional!”
“but i—”
“go, choso.”
“and yuki came at the door after?”
choso nodded a pretty pout taking over his lips, tapping at table with his pen.
sukuna barked a hefty laugh, pounding his chest as another coughing fit took over him from his disbelief.
“this is like a telenovela” he shook his head, his sharp smile taking over his face, “i don’t know how you do it.”
“it’s wasn’t me” choso whined as he dropped his pen back on the notepad where he unconsciously started to draw you again.
“well, it’s a good thing i scheduled her for grandpa’s party!”
both men froze as they watched yuuji munch on a popsicle.
“you’ve let me mope about this for two months and you didn’t tell me that?”
“im in my honeymoon period! DUHHH”
this could work out! yes choso—well not really, fucked up his one chance to make you his one chance to make you his.
maybe even properly profess his love to you but this was a second chance he could—
“but she wants all our meetings to happen at her office. no extra guests.”
well shit.
“find something out so i can fix this.”
and as he was know for yuuji pried and pried, and he got his results.
“just do something that will show her you appreciate her.”
“that you love her.”
so choso did what he does best, hands covered in paint as he opened the door to his studio.
“ah—yuuji, where is the—”
“here me out, please.”
you sighed dropping the iconic clipboard silently as you, walked through the threshold as chido held the door open wider.
“wait here..right—no right here.”
“does this have anything to do with your grandfather? i don’t have time—”
“we’re making the time right now” choso murmured as he fixed his setup.
and now you stood next to the man as he beamed waiting for you to pull at the tarp covering what seemed to be a large canvas.
“choso, what is this?”
“just—just look at it? please?”
sighing you handed your board to the man, before taking the long painted covered clothing and pull to reveal a portrait.
of you.
but not just a single portrait it was multiple of you, adding together in the timeline of when you were with him.
“choso…”
“it’s all the things i love about you.”
he set the things down, wrapping around to point at the different tiny yous on the canvas, “this was the day we checked out the sunflower venue and the butterfly landed on your nose.”
“this was the dark marble one megumi loved that had the stray cat” he smiled at the memory, “ and you felt so bad you draped your sweater on the floor so it could snuggle.”
“this was at the rehearsal dinner where i drew you for the first time.”
“this was at the day you argued with sukuna about the cake flavor.”
“and this one—”
“i get it cho..” you lifted your hand to stop the man as you blocked at the beautiful colors swirling on the canvas, “but why..?”
“because yuki isn’t your girlfriend!”
“youre right yuki isnt my girlfriend.”
“wait” he dragged his hands down his face, “i meant she’s not my girlfriend.”
you giggled looking at the paint smeared over his cheeks, “ i get it…so at the wedding?”
“fluke! i promise i would never do that to you.”
he came to you slowly his big brown eyes pleading at you to believe him, “i would never lose you…especially over something so stupid.”
“okay cho” you shivered feeling his minty breath hit on your face, “i believe you.”
his hand still cold from the paint grasped at your cheek pulling you closing to him as he dipped down for you kiss, “oh thank fuck.”
and soon you couldn’t even feel the cold ting or strong stench of the fresh paint when his lips captured yours again.
you felt so light.
but the way choso was kissing, was anything but.
his lips were soft but his kiss was rough, hungry and desperate. as if he was scared that you’d slip through his finger again and he wouldn’t be able to stop you.
and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him, the way you gravitated and when he pulled away you followed.
you let him lead you back to the tarp listening to his ‘sorry softest thing here, baby’ and watching his rough paint covered hands work at the buttons of your blouse.
his lips found yours again as he carefully pulled your bra down, kneading both of your breasts in earnest moaning into your mouth like he was the one being pawed at instead of doing the pawing.
“cho..”
he ignored your plea, pinning your hands down as they drifted down his body to give him more in return before he started to kiss at your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse as he continued to lick a line to your breasts.
“this ain’t about me baby…all you.”
his movements didn’t stop his brown eyes watching you as his hands…dipped in more paint? grasped at the fat of your boobs kneading as he sucked a nipple into his mouth before moving to the other neglected one.
the black paint followed his fingertips as he groaned against your breast as he pulled back to watch his hand that made it to the outline of your pants, “you don’t mind dirting this up, right?”
soon you were completely bare before the man, his hands grasping at every open area of skin he could read, stretching his hand to the side to dip into a new color as he mouthed at your inner thighs, just away from where you needed him most.
but you didn’t rush him, letting him continue his exploration, watching as if he was deprived of you in every way of the word as he finally sucked your clit into his mouth.
the gasp that ripped out of you was enough to bring his attention back to your messy paint covered face, “sorry baby hands are bit messy…just my mouth today.”
you didn’t even get enough time to respond, his mouth catching back on your mound as his teeth grazed your clit, arms wrapping around your legs as you arched up into his hold.
his tongue split through your folds expertly dipping into your gummy walls forcing a wanton moan put your mouth as you felt something cold in amongst his hot tongue.
“cho..do you have ice?” you asked breathlessly, gripping at his hair to hear him moaning out against your hot cunt.
his tongue lulled out at he watched you, the light glinting against his silver piercing.
“oh fuck.”
even with your hands slipped in between his buns, choso slipped back into position, snug between your thighs clenching at his head. giving your inner thigh a light kiss before descending back in.
it was probably the mix of the ac blasting up ahead, the coolness of the paint drying on your skin, how big choso was between your legs he basically forced you open, and the pressure he held on your stomach with painted hand with his tongue flicking that the other that made you come undone as fast as you did.
he didn’t even let up yet, still licking and sucking as you dropped and wrtithed against his mouth before finally coming up, mouth still wet from your essence.
his eyes darted all over your covered body as if to lock this into his memory of what he did to you.
my apologies riri it’s grad szn i had sm shit but i finally read this masterpiece and ofc yk what time it is
firstly: yuji is so cute like awwww our bundle of joy. i’m crying at him trying to pick a jennifer. i’m glad they didn’t jlo help that woman can’t sing
when reader joked abt the portrait but choso deadass said he’d do it for free (and he did at the end eeeeeee IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD)
reader calling him cho and his reaction
sukuna is not real throughout this fic but when is he ever real
the confession pulling his hair him finishing in his pants🥹🥹🥹 that’s my shi right dere
when fucking yuki pulled up my heart dropped to my arse bro. WHO IS HEEEEEE peppa pig reaction meme like omg i was about to jump choso.
him still trying to win her back in the end warmed my heart so much. AND HIS GIFT TO HER THE PORTRAIT COLLECTJON FISJSJSJSJHS my heart. just overall like the way he views reader is so sweet and so cute like ughhhh
apologies again for my tardiness but this was worth the wait so bomb
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reiner taking your virginity headcanons :33 i love this man so much it hurts
⟢ his hands trembles as they slide across your delicate skin, making sure to give every single inch of your surface the attention it deserves
⟢ he worships you and your body, can’t tear his eyes away from you even for a second
⟢ he makes sure to always ask you if you’re okay, if you want to stop, never losing eye contact
⟢ as gentle as ever, stretching your hole with his fingers slowly, even though a part of him wants to corrupt you and fuck you dumb
⟢ pushes his thick length into your tight hole and kisses your cheek and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, doing everything he can to make you feel as relaxed as possible
⟢ “i’m so sorry baby” he says in a shaky breath, feeling oh so bad that your first time is with someone as big as him
⟢ “you’re taking me so well, my sweet girl”
⟢ lots n lots of aftercare, i feel like reiner is the kind of guy to sometimes enjoy the aftermaths of sex more than the actual deed
⟢ cuddling for hours, his big arms wrapping around you as he holds your sensitive body close to his until you fall asleep
pornstar!sukuna who barely makes any sound except for the occasional grunt he does every time after filling your tight cunt to the brim.
pornstar!sukuna who goes off script just to fulfill his own needs.
pornstar!sukuna who loves having nails run down his muscular back.
pornstar!sukuna who knows when you're not acting, but can't prove it.
pornstar!sukuna who doesn't know what aftercare is, pulls out with a wet shlick and goes the fuck on with his day.
pornstar!sukuna who doesn't deliberately try to hurt you, sure, he knows his dick literally breaks backs, but he would never do it intentionally to you.
pornstar!sukuna who questions the fluttery feeling in his stomach when he's around you.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when your hair grows longer, as there is more to pull on.
pornstar!sukuna who waits for a script to come in where you peg him.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when he fucks you so hard your pretty makeup melts off your face.
pornstar!sukuna who watches as you listen to music in between breaks.
pornstar!sukuna who savours your moans as if you're dying tomorrow, eyes closing like he could cum on that alone.
pornstar!sukuna who is always willing to drive you home.
pornstar!sukuna who's favorite position is reverse cowgirl, as he gets a nice view of your back and has plenty of opportunities to grab your hair while at it.
pornstar!sukuna who loves when you're scripted to wear heels while being fucked.
pornstar!sukuna who questions himself when he's kissing you if it's an act, cold metal entering your lips confidently when deep down he's not so confident..
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What do you think about mirror sex with jean and shy reader?👀👀
a/n: HELL YEAHHHH!! my first req, thank u so so much <33 i kind of rushed this, but i hope it’s to your liking! im so nervous posting my work since i literally don’t even know how to write. i’m just doing this out of horniness
mirror sex with jean x shy!reader
jean removed your hands covering your blushed face as he kept on fucking you deep into the mattress.
“don’t get all shy now baby, i wanna see you”
you squirmed as he pinned your hands above your head.
“you’re so beautiful” he mumbled to himself as his head moved to the side to meet your tear filled eyes in the mirror in front of the bed.
“that’s it baby, keep watching yourself”
you squirmed at his filthy words. all you wanted to do was to hide behind your eyes, to shelter yourself from the view. but that was impossible, as jean knew you too well, he kept his hands on yours and the grip tightened. all you could do was obey, and you held your gaze on yourself through the mirror.
when jean knew you weren’t going to fight it, he let go of your hands and moved over to your clit, working it fast. he knew he was close, but one thing about him is he never let himself cum before you did.
the combination of your sobs, his moans, and the sounds of his dick slapping into your wet cunt made you close your eyes preparing for the orgasm you knew crept closer.
when jean saw your eyes fluttered shut, his head lowered and his voice was mere a whisper in your ear.
“i told you to look, didn’t i?”
with a sob you met his lustful eyes. he reached up his hand to gently take your chin and push your head towards the mirror again.
the sinful yet perfect view sent you over the edge as you watched him feel you up. dragging his hands over your tits, the sides of your stomach..
he filled you up so so good and you suddenly snapped with a loud, shaky moan. you didn’t dare closing your eyes again, especially as jean came soon after you.
he slowed the pace, riding you through the high with heavy breaths.
the embarrassment of having to watch yourself get fucked into oblivion washed over you, but jean kissed you all over your face, making sure you knew how good you did for him.
“such a pretty girl. you have nothing to be shy about.”
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