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[bedspringer]

𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. eighteen. black. sheher. fourth member of destiny's child. severe and annoying beyoncé, ag, and solange enjoyer. tiffany and co wearer. self-proclaimed beyonce look-alike. choso's curly-haired gf.ᐟ.ᐟ

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[bedspringer]

BEDSPRINGER PRESENTS...

excuse me, i love you

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ a sweetener-inspired holiday one-shot series featuring jjk men! some will be specifically be x blackfem!reader, while others will simply be fem!reader. for some reason, i associate sweetener with winter, so that's where this idea came from! hope you enjoy<3

pairings: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader, bf!choso x blackfem!reader, nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader, fwb!gojo x fem!reader, exhusband!toji x fem!reader, brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader, crush!choso x blackfem!reader, exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

track one: raindrops (an angel cried)

pairing: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader

synopsis: its officially been one year since your husband, satoru gojo, lost to sukuna in shinjuku. but before he left on that fateful day, he gave you an unknown box, a box that you were to open when you deemed it to be the right time, which you've decided is now. (post-shinjuku au)

contains: angst, emotional hurt, mentions of depression

track two: r.e.m

pairing: bf!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you fell asleep next to your boyfriend, choso, and found yourself dreaming. oh! and who's that? its your boyfriend! also in your dream! who knows what'll happen next... (established relationship)

contains: smut, fluff

track three: sweetener

pairing: nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you're paired with a sweet nerd named satoru for a group project in your hardest math class, which also happens to be the class where you have your lowest grade. eventually, he finds out and is determined to help you raise your grade. however, in the process, you both become smitten with each other. (college au)

contains: smut, fluff

track four: everytime

pairing: fwb!gojo x fem!reader

synopsis: you and your best friend, gojo, are both freshly broken up with. mutually, you decide to fake date to make your exes jealous. it works, but at the cost of the friendship you once cherished. (fake dating au)

contains: angst, some smut, fluff

track five: borderline

pairing: brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: just because you happen to be shiu's little sister, doesn't mean you're off-limits! you just wish his best friend, toji, would know that. but there's always a chance for him to learn from his mistakes... (brother's best friend au)

contains: smut

track six: better off

pairing: exhusband!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: reflecting on all the moments that led up to the mutual decision to get a divorce from your husband, toji, due to the lingering danger over your family's head from his assassin job. you come to the conclusion that even though you will always love him, you will be better off without him. (marriage au)

contains: angst, light smut, some fluff

track seven: goodnight n go

pairing: crush!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you see the same guy on the train every day on your way back home from work. out of nowhere, he starts to occupy your mind, and one day, you finally speak to each other. and even though you just spoke for the first time ever, it feels like you knew him your entire life. (strangers to friends to lovers)

contains: fluff, some smut

track eight: get well soon

pairing: exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

synopsis: you're on good terms with your ex-boyfriend, nanami, and because of that, he notices how your university work and other responsibilities are eating away at you. he makes a bet with you: he has a month to make you feel better. if he fails, he'll back off and leave you alone. but if he succeeds… well, you'll see. (right person, wrong time au)

contains: fluff, comfort

[bedspringer]

r.e.m

synopsis: in which you find yourself in a dream, and your boyfriend, choso, appears. and he’s here to give you exactly what you need...

pairing: bf!choso x blackfem!reader

contains: smut, fluff

⋆˚࿔ track two of the excuse me, i love you series

as you fell into the softness of your well-cushioned bed, you could've thought you were on the moon.

after spending a great amount of time tangled up in your sheets with your boyfriend, choso, he had run a bath for you in an act of aftercare—an essential part that could never be forgotten.

you loved your boyfriend's hands on your body, in any situation. even though he was rough with you at times—which you enjoyed—afterwards, he would always go back to his cute, soft, self that you absolutely adored.

right after your bath, you would always find the bed meticulously remade. every time, he took the liberty of restoring the bed to its original state before the two of you messed it up, taking the time to adorn it with new warm, clean bedding.

you were always too tired afterwards, so you were thankful that he didn't mind doing it at all.

proceeding to lift the sheets, allowing yourself to slip inside, you couldn't help but think that everything was too good to be true—that he might as well just be a dream you had the pleasure of being in.

you were with the cutest, nicest boy ever, and he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. you were in a state of pure bliss.

you were gently removed from your soft trance when you felt another body join you under the sheets.

"you okay?" he asked softly, moving in closer and leaning into your neck.

as he placed sweet kisses on your skin, a faint smile crept onto your features. you were seriously thankful that he rarely wore a shirt around you (at home, obviously). now, he just had on grey sweatpants.

"mhmmm," you purred, sleep attempting to steal you away from the world of consciousness.

pulling away, he nodded his head and pulled your body into his own. as you snuggled him, the warmth radiated from both your bodies, intertwining into one.

as you felt soft tugs and twirls coming from your scalp, an indicator that choso was playing with your curls and coils, you sat in a comfortable, sweet silence. simply listening to his breath, his heartbeat, while feeling his skin under yours.

"i love you," you tiredly murmured, feeling yourself slowly lose your grasp on your consciousness as you let yourself fall into the second arms of rem sleep.

it felt like the moment you closed your eyes, you were waking up again.

slowly blinking your eyes open, you were... outside?

confused, you looked around—and the fact that you were no longer in your room hit you like a train going at full speed.

what happened?, you thought to yourself as your eyebrows furrowed, continuing to peer around the area.

you were in an open part of a forest, snow floating down to the ground as you sat in your bed, and for some reason, even though snow was falling all around, you didn't feel anything.

no coldness, no leftover moisture from the snowflakes—nothing. it was just snowing visually, not having any physical impact.

looking down at your body, you were wearing the same exact lace nightgown as when you fell asleep before.

it didn't feel like a typical dream. you were feeling everything in this moment, which was uncommon in your usual dreams. you didn't have any explanation for what was happening.

upon hearing the soft crunch of footsteps on snow, you pivoted your body at the sound.

it was your boyfriend—how the hell was he here?

voice slightly raised, you called out to him in the distance. "choso?"

simply returning a small smile, he walked up to you and the bed. unlike yourself, he wasn't wearing what he was wearing last in bed. he had on one of his slightly-torn-up band tees and low, black sweatpants that exposed his white, calvin klein boxers.

your current predicament gradually became replaced on your priority list when you felt a sharp twinge of excitement in your lower stomach.

your breathing picked up bit by bit when he finally reached you. as you sat up on your knees, choso delicately placed his hand on your jaw, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

"you ready, baby?" he said lowly, his eye dark and lids low in desire.

it was like you fell into a trance as you noticed yourself pressing your thighs together, nodding your head that was still in his hold, still, not knowing exactly what was happening.

but at this point, you couldn't care less.

your breath hitched when his lips crashed into yours. it was desperate, your mouth producing whimpers that were low in sound—all the while your teeth clashed, each hungry kiss making you increasingly dizzy.

as you pulled away, you pleaded for him to remove his shirt as you attempted to pull it off.

even without saying a word, you knew he understood. latching onto the ends of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, his abs tensing in the process.

your mouth practically watered at the sight of his shirtless body, your eyes following his raven-colored happy trail. the anticipation for what would happen next only doubled as your heart began racing.

as you tugged him onto the bed by his hand, he connected your lips once again. the hunger is still evident in his movements as his hot mouth moved against yours—pulling soft moans from your throat.

trapping your body beneath him and between his muscular arms, you felt his knee nudge your legs apart before he peeled your, now moist, panties off you.

it didn't take him long to detach from your lips and move down your body—leaving a sinful trail of kisses down from your neck, to your breasts, to your stomach, finally landing right between your thighs.

now moving at a slower pace, he placed deliberate kisses on the sensitive skin in your inner thighs, intentionally teasing you.

you noticed that his teasing ceased, however, when you felt his tongue licking a slow stripe between your slick folds.

soft moans escaped as his tongue flattened against your core, causing your back to arch off the bed. hips slightly bucking, your hands reaching for his dark locks for purchase.

never giving you a break or a chance to breathe, he restlessly made out with your pussy, pulling a string of breathless moans from your lips as well as random curses.

it was when he began sucking on your small bud that you felt your lower belly's tight coil threaten to break loose.

squirming, you tightened your grip on your boyfriend's hair—and in response, he slipped two fingers inside of you, deliberately moving them in and out, coaxing you to your orgasm.

gasping for air, you officially reached your first high, and as your chest rapidly rose and dropped, you observed your boyfriend, who was slowly rising from between your thighs with a devilish grin, while soaked in your juices.

it wasn't long before his lips met yours once again in a passionate kiss.

his hands were everywhere, the heat that was just released from your core growing back once more.

soft moans and groans left your throats as you tugged his pants down, freeing his leaking and thick cock.

desperately needing him again, you hurriedly enveloped him between your legs—all the while exchanging wet, sloppy kisses.

in this moment, all you could feel was your burning heat, all you could hear was the rhythmic, wet sounds of your lips moving against one another, and all you wanted was him—all of him.

you let out a needy whimper when you felt his flushed, burning hot tip be guided up through your folds, amassing a mixture of your fluids, as well as his own pre.

"please," you whined as you broke the kiss, throwing your head against the fluffy cushion beneath your head, "need you—now."

as you felt his tip slowly invade your soaking pussy, it pulled a soft gasp from your lips, which was soon silenced by his mouth catching yours again in an act of desperate, wet kisses.

it was when your oh-so-sweet boyfriend wasted no time picking up his pace, pistoning his hips and throbbing length in and out of you, that gratefulness coursed through your veins.

that, and pleasure, of course.

"ohmygod!" you screamed into his mouth, your sweaty chest rapidly rising and falling under his body as he continued his rhythm.

meeting him halfway, you continuously lifted your hips to meet his at the perfect moment, your high just being around the corner.

your screams and moans echoed throughout this 'dream' forest as the bed incessantly shook—a sharp contrast to how calm everything was around you versus in your immediate space.

as the squelches from where your bodies kept meeting, and choso's soft whimpers from above filled your ears, you could feel your climax arriving at any second.

with your eyebrows twisting, and your mouth gaping, you could feel your sweet boyfriend everywhere.

his teeth biting and sucking your neck, his tongue then soothing your bruising skin; one hand beside your head, one hand snaking its way down to your neglected clit—it all became too much to handle.

you let out a loud, sharp gasp as you felt the tight coil in your belly release, arching your breasts into your boyfriend's chiseled chest.

it didn't take long for you to hear that familiar guttural groan from choso, indicating that he's also reached his high.

keeping his softening length inside, he nestled his face into the sweet spot where your neck and left shoulder meet.

lying there beneath his body, you heard a faint "thank you" from your boyfriend's lips.

you felt your eyes slowly flutter shut as you returned a small smile, something you knew he couldn't see from his position, hoping you never woke up.

but again, with choso, it seemed as if you were in a state of perpetual dreaming, so it didn't matter anyway!

[bedspringer]

r.e.m

synopsis: in which you find yourself in a dream, and your boyfriend, choso, appears. and he’s here to give you exactly what you need...

pairing: bf!choso x blackfem!reader

contains: smut, fluff

⋆˚࿔ track two of the excuse me, i love you series

as you fell into the softness of your well-cushioned bed, you could've thought you were on the moon.

after spending a great amount of time tangled up in your sheets with your boyfriend, choso, he had run a bath for you in an act of aftercare—an essential part that could never be forgotten.

you loved your boyfriend's hands on your body, in any situation. even though he was rough with you at times—which you enjoyed—afterwards, he would always go back to his cute, soft, self that you absolutely adored.

right after your bath, you would always find the bed meticulously remade. every time, he took the liberty of restoring the bed to its original state before the two of you messed it up, taking the time to adorn it with new warm, clean bedding.

you were always too tired afterwards, so you were thankful that he didn't mind doing it at all.

proceeding to lift the sheets, allowing yourself to slip inside, you couldn't help but think that everything was too good to be true—that he might as well just be a dream you had the pleasure of being in.

you were with the cutest, nicest boy ever, and he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. you were in a state of pure bliss.

you were gently removed from your soft trance when you felt another body join you under the sheets.

"you okay?" he asked softly, moving in closer and leaning into your neck.

as he placed sweet kisses on your skin, a faint smile crept onto your features. you were seriously thankful that he rarely wore a shirt around you (at home, obviously). now, he just had on grey sweatpants.

"mhmmm," you purred, sleep attempting to steal you away from the world of consciousness.

pulling away, he nodded his head and pulled your body into his own. as you snuggled him, the warmth radiated from both your bodies, intertwining into one.

as you felt soft tugs and twirls coming from your scalp, an indicator that choso was playing with your curls and coils, you sat in a comfortable, sweet silence. simply listening to his breath, his heartbeat, while feeling his skin under yours.

"i love you," you tiredly murmured, feeling yourself slowly lose your grasp on your consciousness as you let yourself fall into the second arms of rem sleep.

it felt like the moment you closed your eyes, you were waking up again.

slowly blinking your eyes open, you were... outside?

confused, you looked around—and the fact that you were no longer in your room hit you like a train going at full speed.

what happened?, you thought to yourself as your eyebrows furrowed, continuing to peer around the area.

you were in an open part of a forest, snow floating down to the ground as you sat in your bed, and for some reason, even though snow was falling all around, you didn't feel anything.

no coldness, no leftover moisture from the snowflakes—nothing. it was just snowing visually, not having any physical impact.

looking down at your body, you were wearing the same exact lace nightgown as when you fell asleep before.

it didn't feel like a typical dream. you were feeling everything in this moment, which was uncommon in your usual dreams. you didn't have any explanation for what was happening.

upon hearing the soft crunch of footsteps on snow, you pivoted your body at the sound.

it was your boyfriend—how the hell was he here?

voice slightly raised, you called out to him in the distance. "choso?"

simply returning a small smile, he walked up to you and the bed. unlike yourself, he wasn't wearing what he was wearing last in bed. he had on one of his slightly-torn-up band tees and low, black sweatpants that exposed his white, calvin klein boxers.

your current predicament gradually became replaced on your priority list when you felt a sharp twinge of excitement in your lower stomach.

your breathing picked up bit by bit when he finally reached you. as you sat up on your knees, choso delicately placed his hand on your jaw, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

"you ready, baby?" he said lowly, his eye dark and lids low in desire.

it was like you fell into a trance as you noticed yourself pressing your thighs together, nodding your head that was still in his hold, still, not knowing exactly what was happening.

but at this point, you couldn't care less.

your breath hitched when his lips crashed into yours. it was desperate, your mouth producing whimpers that were low in sound—all the while your teeth clashed, each hungry kiss making you increasingly dizzy.

as you pulled away, you pleaded for him to remove his shirt as you attempted to pull it off.

even without saying a word, you knew he understood. latching onto the ends of his shirt, he pulled it over his head, his abs tensing in the process.

your mouth practically watered at the sight of his shirtless body, your eyes following his raven-colored happy trail. the anticipation for what would happen next only doubled as your heart began racing.

as you tugged him onto the bed by his hand, he connected your lips once again. the hunger is still evident in his movements as his hot mouth moved against yours—pulling soft moans from your throat.

trapping your body beneath him and between his muscular arms, you felt his knee nudge your legs apart before he peeled your, now moist, panties off you.

it didn't take him long to detach from your lips and move down your body—leaving a sinful trail of kisses down from your neck, to your breasts, to your stomach, finally landing right between your thighs.

now moving at a slower pace, he placed deliberate kisses on the sensitive skin in your inner thighs, intentionally teasing you.

you noticed that his teasing ceased, however, when you felt his tongue licking a slow stripe between your slick folds.

soft moans escaped as his tongue flattened against your core, causing your back to arch off the bed. hips slightly bucking, your hands reaching for his dark locks for purchase.

never giving you a break or a chance to breathe, he restlessly made out with your pussy, pulling a string of breathless moans from your lips as well as random curses.

it was when he began sucking on your small bud that you felt your lower belly's tight coil threaten to break loose.

squirming, you tightened your grip on your boyfriend's hair—and in response, he slipped two fingers inside of you, deliberately moving them in and out, coaxing you to your orgasm.

gasping for air, you officially reached your first high, and as your chest rapidly rose and dropped, you observed your boyfriend, who was slowly rising from between your thighs with a devilish grin, while soaked in your juices.

it wasn't long before his lips met yours once again in a passionate kiss.

his hands were everywhere, the heat that was just released from your core growing back once more.

soft moans and groans left your throats as you tugged his pants down, freeing his leaking and thick cock.

desperately needing him again, you hurriedly enveloped him between your legs—all the while exchanging wet, sloppy kisses.

in this moment, all you could feel was your burning heat, all you could hear was the rhythmic, wet sounds of your lips moving against one another, and all you wanted was him—all of him.

you let out a needy whimper when you felt his flushed, burning hot tip be guided up through your folds, amassing a mixture of your fluids, as well as his own pre.

"please," you whined as you broke the kiss, throwing your head against the fluffy cushion beneath your head, "need you—now."

as you felt his tip slowly invade your soaking pussy, it pulled a soft gasp from your lips, which was soon silenced by his mouth catching yours again in an act of desperate, wet kisses.

it was when your oh-so-sweet boyfriend wasted no time picking up his pace, pistoning his hips and throbbing length in and out of you, that gratefulness coursed through your veins.

that, and pleasure, of course.

"ohmygod!" you screamed into his mouth, your sweaty chest rapidly rising and falling under his body as he continued his rhythm.

meeting him halfway, you continuously lifted your hips to meet his at the perfect moment, your high just being around the corner.

your screams and moans echoed throughout this 'dream' forest as the bed incessantly shook—a sharp contrast to how calm everything was around you versus in your immediate space.

as the squelches from where your bodies kept meeting, and choso's soft whimpers from above filled your ears, you could feel your climax arriving at any second.

with your eyebrows twisting, and your mouth gaping, you could feel your sweet boyfriend everywhere.

his teeth biting and sucking your neck, his tongue then soothing your bruising skin; one hand beside your head, one hand snaking its way down to your neglected clit—it all became too much to handle.

you let out a loud, sharp gasp as you felt the tight coil in your belly release, arching your breasts into your boyfriend's chiseled chest.

it didn't take long for you to hear that familiar guttural groan from choso, indicating that he's also reached his high.

keeping his softening length inside, he nestled his face into the sweet spot where your neck and left shoulder meet.

lying there beneath his body, you heard a faint "thank you" from your boyfriend's lips.

you felt your eyes slowly flutter shut as you returned a small smile, something you knew he couldn't see from his position, hoping you never woke up.

but again, with choso, it seemed as if you were in a state of perpetual dreaming, so it didn't matter anyway!

[bedspringer]

raindrops (an angel cried)

synopsis: you find yourself contemplating the first anniversary of your husband's death after finding a month's worth of letters written for you. (wc: 1.5k)

pairing: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader

cw: mentions of depression, major character death

⋆˚࿔ track one of the excuse me, i love you miniseries

december 24th.

that was the day the love of your life was taken from you.

you were powerless—no more capable than a gust of wind attempting to push away a predator from a lion cub.

today was the twenty-third, the eve of satoru's passing at the hands of sukuna.

now sitting at the long, spanning dining table, the feeling of helplessness you felt on that day—that you thought you had gotten over—returned like a twisted old friend you haven't seen in a while.

however, there was something different this time around.

there was a kiribako sitting in front of you—a paulownia wooden box, tied with a gold ribbon running horizontally and vertically around, a flat bow securing it at the top over the gojo-clan emblem stamped onto it in a display of elegance, status, and importance.

you eyed it as if there were something inside of it, ready to take your soul at a moment's notice.

that wasn't too far-fetched considering the circumstances surrounding your husband's demise.

nonetheless, you were given this box on that twenty-fourth of december.

"i want you to take this box," he urged, his voice laced with a false confidence only you were able to notice, "only when you feel the time is right, open it and look at what's inside. okay?"

you looked at him with a blank stare. it felt as if your worst nightmare was coming true.

you knew your husband was going to die that day.

the second he walked out that door, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces that you were never able to recover.

when you had heard the news a week later from one of his old students, yuji—your assumption was only confirmed.

you broke down in tears, your sobs quickly transforming into gut-wrenching, full-bodied screams.

you remember only the ear-splitting screams erupting from your throat that you never knew you could make.

the floor felt cold and rough on your hands and knees as you continued to wail into the innocent persian rug.

all you were left of your husband was that stupid box.

you felt like its mere existence taunted you. constantly reminding you of the fact that you lost your person, your other half.

it just reminded you that you were never going to find that in another person ever again.

so you avoided that box for close to a year, purposefully ignoring it, and letting it rot wherever you had unintentionally placed it last.

it was like schrödinger’s cat to you. if you never saw the inside, and what was currently happening or enclosed underneath the shut lid, it would have no choice but to exist in a perfect state of both good and bad outcomes.

if you were to open it, the situation would collapse to either be good or bad. and that was something you couldn't risk. something you wouldn't allow yourself to risk.

this was the one thing you had control over. a stark contrast to the outcome of satoru's fight.

because of that, you still held onto that twisted belief, even as the wretched thing was situated before you.

was it wrong to assume something awful waited inside? would thinking that make it true?

you were being too harsh, you thought.

but, for some reason, you had this feeling in your heart, as if something or someone was pushing you into opening this box today—right now.

letting out a long sigh, you slowly reached for the utter mystery in front of you.

your hands worked to gently untie the delicate, thick yellow sanada ribbon from its bow as your heart beat increased.

finally uncovering the contents inside, you were met with a multitude of envelopes stacked on one another, each labeled with a different day.

you recognized the dates. these were the thirty days leading up to your husband's fight with sukuna.

as you further inspected the wooden box, you found a loose piece of paper.

"my beautiful y/n. if you are reading this, then you trusted me—and most of all, trusted yourself. please read these in order, from the first day to the final. i will always love you, y/n; and i will be in your heart always. as long as the earth is spinning, i will be protecting you, i will be here for you. you are my heart, my life, my everything. forever.

-satoru"

your heart felt heavy, physically crushing under the non-existent weight of ten million bricks as wet trails of hot tears fell down your face.

out of nowhere, a rush of adrenaline shot through your body at the crashing sound of a lightning strike outside. peering out the huge window that resided in your dining room, you observed an ongoing rainstorm that you didn't notice until now.

attempting to turn your focus back on the multitude of envelopes deliberately left for you, your eyes caught sight of the clock on the far wall.

both hands were pointing to the gut-wrenching number of twelve.

it was officially midnight; the day your husband died a year ago.

deciding that holding back your emotions would simply be futile, you gave the blessing for the hot tears welling in your eyes to rush down your face.

even a year later, you still had that sick feeling in your stomach. the same sick feeling that suppressed your appetite, the same sick feeling you had on december 24th, 2018, when satoru ran out that door—that feeling, in a way, replaced him.

just as he was always with you, this sensation became your new companion.

it was because of this sensation that you were avoiding a mere wooden box. how ridiculous. how juvenile.

it was like a bad kid avoiding their punishment from their parents by deliberately staying outside, or anywhere they couldn't get the opportunity to discipline them.

your hands shook as if repelling the paper, like you and the envelope carried the same negative charge. nevertheless, you reached for the envelope marked with "november 24th," the first step in the chain of events that would lead to his devastating battle in shinjuku.

you read each and every letter until the midnight-black ink blurred together, the aged paper grew raw in your hold, and the sun roused itself from its twelve-hour sleep.

but god—for the first time in a year, you could finally breathe.

it was like you were holding your breath for a year. was this the closure you wanted? needed?

you had no idea. but as you fell back into your chair, you let out a murmur of "thank you" to your dearly departed husband.

it was early in the morning by the time you had finished, and before you knew it, you had brought yourself to satoru's grave.

for the first time ever, there was no incessant stream of tears pouring from your eyes.

only shaky laughter escaped from your previously tear-drenched lips.

its shakiness dissipating as you stood, looking down at your husband's well-kept cobblestone that guarded his ashes.

it was in a secluded place, in the countryside, where the two of you resided in an effort to keep you away from the chaos that came with the booming, metropolitan city.

as the sound of your desolate laughter filled your ears, everything went away.

your fear, your unease, and most of all—the sickness.

your friend had finally left you. left you for good.

maybe it abandoned you. maybe it was only supposed to be with you until you realized something important.

that something important...is it the fact that you're better off letting your grief go? no, that's something you know for a fact that will always be with you.

it's your existence.

according to the box, you were guaranteed only two ends. one good, one bad.

yes, your husband's death was undoubtedly bad. but it might've made way for a secret, third outcome.

that's what you're existing in right now. the third, bittersweet aftermath of satoru's death.

the letters that gave you an insight into how he was feeling up to that fateful day—insight that you, yourself, were not even able to pry out of him—helped you actualize that.

but you don't blame him for that part, the part of him keeping this from you. he was just as scared as you were. even though he never outwardly showed it, you knew terror coursed through his body.

terror at the fact that there was a great chance of him never seeing your face again.

you had gone over that day millions of times, if not more. you should've hugged him, kissed him—instead of just standing there like an idiot.

but this third outcome doesn't consist of ruminating, regretting things you can no longer change.

you knew that he knew that you loved him with all your heart.

now, there was nothing left to do but laugh.

you've cried, screamed, sat in silence—but now, it's your time to laugh.

so, as you allowed your laughter to pass and the snow to fall, you thought about your husband.

he’s probably cackling with you, too.

a/n: ahahhahaah im so excited for this miniseries. this was my first time writing anything sad/angsty!! was quite fun! hope u guys enjoyyyed<33

playing next... r.e.m ft. choso kamo

[bedspringer]

raindrops (an angel cried)

synopsis: you find yourself contemplating the first anniversary of your husband's death after finding a month's worth of letters written for you. (wc: 1.5k)

pairing: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader

cw: mentions of depression, major character death

⋆˚࿔ track one of the excuse me, i love you series

december 24th.

that was the day the love of your life was taken from you.

you were powerless—no more capable than a gust of wind attempting to push away a predator from a lion cub.

today was the twenty-third, the eve of satoru's passing at the hands of sukuna.

now sitting at the long, spanning dining table, the feeling of helplessness you felt on that day—that you thought you had gotten over—returned like a twisted old friend you haven't seen in a while.

however, there was something different this time around.

there was a kiribako sitting in front of you—a paulownia wooden box, tied with a gold ribbon running horizontally and vertically around, a flat bow securing it at the top over the gojo-clan emblem stamped onto it in a display of elegance, status, and importance.

you eyed it as if there were something inside of it, ready to take your soul at a moment's notice.

that wasn't too far-fetched considering the circumstances surrounding your husband's demise.

nonetheless, you were given this box on that twenty-fourth of december.

"i want you to take this box," he urged, his voice laced with a false confidence only you were able to notice, "only when you feel the time is right, open it and look at what's inside. okay?"

you looked at him with a blank stare. it felt as if your worst nightmare was coming true.

you knew your husband was going to die that day.

the second he walked out that door, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces that you were never able to recover.

when you had heard the news a week later from one of his old students, yuji—your assumption was only confirmed.

you broke down in tears, your sobs quickly transforming into gut-wrenching, full-bodied screams.

you remember only the ear-splitting screams erupting from your throat that you never knew you could make.

the floor felt cold and rough on your hands and knees as you continued to wail into the innocent persian rug.

all you were left of your husband was that stupid box.

you felt like its mere existence taunted you. constantly reminding you of the fact that you lost your person, your other half.

it just reminded you that you were never going to find that in another person ever again.

so you avoided that box for close to a year, purposefully ignoring it, and letting it rot wherever you had unintentionally placed it last.

it was like schrödinger’s cat to you. if you never saw the inside, and what was currently happening or enclosed underneath the shut lid, it would have no choice but to exist in a perfect state of both good and bad outcomes.

if you were to open it, the situation would collapse to either be good or bad. and that was something you couldn't risk. something you wouldn't allow yourself to risk.

this was the one thing you had control over. a stark contrast to the outcome of satoru's fight.

because of that, you still held onto that twisted belief, even as the wretched thing was situated before you.

was it wrong to assume something awful waited inside? would thinking that make it true?

you were being too harsh, you thought.

but, for some reason, you had this feeling in your heart, as if something or someone was pushing you into opening this box today—right now.

letting out a long sigh, you slowly reached for the utter mystery in front of you.

your hands worked to gently untie the delicate, thick yellow sanada ribbon from its bow as your heart beat increased.

finally uncovering the contents inside, you were met with a multitude of envelopes stacked on one another, each labeled with a different day.

you recognized the dates. these were the thirty days leading up to your husband's fight with sukuna.

as you further inspected the wooden box, you found a loose piece of paper.

"my beautiful y/n. if you are reading this, then you trusted me—and most of all, trusted yourself. please read these in order, from the first day to the final. i will always love you, y/n; and i will be in your heart always. as long as the earth is spinning, i will be protecting you, i will be here for you. you are my heart, my life, my everything. forever.

-satoru"

your heart felt heavy, physically crushing under the non-existent weight of ten million bricks as wet trails of hot tears fell down your face.

out of nowhere, a rush of adrenaline shot through your body at the crashing sound of a lightning strike outside. peering out the huge window that resided in your dining room, you observed an ongoing rainstorm that you didn't notice until now.

attempting to turn your focus back on the multitude of envelopes deliberately left for you, your eyes caught sight of the clock on the far wall.

both hands were pointing to the gut-wrenching number of twelve.

it was officially midnight; the day your husband died a year ago.

deciding that holding back your emotions would simply be futile, you gave the blessing for the hot tears welling in your eyes to rush down your face.

even a year later, you still had that sick feeling in your stomach. the same sick feeling that suppressed your appetite, the same sick feeling you had on december 24th, 2018, when satoru ran out that door—that feeling, in a way, replaced him.

just as he was always with you, this sensation became your new companion.

it was because of this sensation that you were avoiding a mere wooden box. how ridiculous. how juvenile.

it was like a bad kid avoiding their punishment from their parents by deliberately staying outside, or anywhere they couldn't get the opportunity to discipline them.

your hands shook as if repelling the paper, like you and the envelope carried the same negative charge. nevertheless, you reached for the envelope marked with "november 24th," the first step in the chain of events that would lead to his devastating battle in shinjuku.

you read each and every letter until the midnight-black ink blurred together, the aged paper grew raw in your hold, and the sun roused itself from its twelve-hour sleep.

but god—for the first time in a year, you could finally breathe.

it was like you were holding your breath for a year. was this the closure you wanted? needed?

you had no idea. but as you fell back into your chair, you let out a murmur of "thank you" to your dearly departed husband.

it was early in the morning by the time you had finished, and before you knew it, you had brought yourself to satoru's grave.

for the first time ever, there was no incessant stream of tears pouring from your eyes.

only shaky laughter escaped from your previously tear-drenched lips.

its shakiness dissipating as you stood, looking down at your husband's well-kept cobblestone that guarded his ashes.

it was in a secluded place, in the countryside, where the two of you resided in an effort to keep you away from the chaos that came with the booming, metropolitan city.

as the sound of your desolate laughter filled your ears, everything went away.

your fear, your unease, and most of all—the sickness.

your friend had finally left you. left you for good.

maybe it abandoned you. maybe it was only supposed to be with you until you realized something important.

that something important...is it the fact that you're better off letting your grief go? no, that's something you know for a fact that will always be with you.

it's your existence.

according to the box, you were guaranteed only two ends. one good, one bad.

yes, your husband's death was undoubtedly bad. but it might've made way for a secret, third outcome.

that's what you're existing in right now. the third, bittersweet aftermath of satoru's death.

the letters that gave you an insight into how he was feeling up to that fateful day—insight that you, yourself, were not even able to pry out of him—helped you actualize that.

but you don't blame him for that part, the part of him keeping this from you. he was just as scared as you were. even though he never outwardly showed it, you knew terror coursed through his body.

terror at the fact that there was a great chance of him never seeing your face again.

you had gone over that day millions of times, if not more. you should've hugged him, kissed him—instead of just standing there like an idiot.

but this third outcome doesn't consist of ruminating, regretting things you can no longer change.

you knew that he knew that you loved him with all your heart.

now, there was nothing left to do but laugh.

you've cried, screamed, sat in silence—but now, it's your time to laugh.

so, as you allowed your laughter to pass and the snow to fall, you thought about your husband.

he’s probably cackling with you, too.

a/n: ahahhahaah im so excited for this miniseries. this was my first time writing anything sad/angsty!! was quite fun! hope u guys enjoyyyed<33

playing next... r.e.m ft. choso kamo

[bedspringer]

BEDSPRINGER PRESENTS...

excuse me, i love you

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ a sweetener-inspired holiday one-shot series featuring jjk men! some will be specifically be x blackfem!reader, while others will simply be fem!reader. for some reason, i associate sweetener with winter, so that's where this idea came from! hope you enjoy<3

pairings: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader, bf!choso x blackfem!reader, nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader, fwb!gojo x fem!reader, exhusband!toji x fem!reader, brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader, crush!choso x blackfem!reader, exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

track one: raindrops (an angel cried)

pairing: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader

synopsis: its officially been one year since your husband, satoru gojo, lost to sukuna in shinjuku. but before he left on that fateful day, he gave you an unknown box, a box that you were to open when you deemed it to be the right time, which you've decided is now. (post-shinjuku au)

contains: angst, emotional hurt, mentions of depression

track two: r.e.m

pairing: bf!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you fell asleep next to your boyfriend, choso, and found yourself dreaming. oh! and who's that? its your boyfriend! also in your dream! who knows what'll happen next... (established relationship)

contains: smut, fluff

track three: sweetener

pairing: nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you're paired with a sweet nerd named satoru for a group project in your hardest math class, which also happens to be the class where you have your lowest grade. eventually, he finds out and is determined to help you raise your grade. however, in the process, you both become smitten with each other. (college au)

contains: smut, fluff

track four: everytime

pairing: fwb!gojo x fem!reader

synopsis: you and your best friend, gojo, are both freshly broken up with. mutually, you decide to fake date to make your exes jealous. it works, but at the cost of the friendship you once cherished. (fake dating au)

contains: angst, some smut, fluff

track five: borderline

pairing: brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: just because you happen to be shiu's little sister, doesn't mean you're off-limits! you just wish his best friend, toji, would know that. but there's always a chance for him to learn from his mistakes... (brother's best friend au)

contains: smut

track six: better off

pairing: exhusband!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: reflecting on all the moments that led up to the mutual decision to get a divorce from your husband, toji, due to the lingering danger over your family's head from his assassin job. you come to the conclusion that even though you will always love him, you will be better off without him. (marriage au)

contains: angst, light smut, some fluff

track seven: goodnight n go

pairing: crush!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you see the same guy on the train every day on your way back home from work. out of nowhere, he starts to occupy your mind, and one day, you finally speak to each other. and even though you just spoke for the first time ever, it feels like you knew him your entire life. (strangers to friends to lovers)

contains: fluff, some smut

track eight: get well soon

pairing: exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

synopsis: you're on good terms with your ex-boyfriend, nanami, and because of that, he notices how your university work and other responsibilities are eating away at you. he makes a bet with you: he has a month to make you feel better. if he fails, he'll back off and leave you alone. but if he succeeds… well, you'll see. (right person, wrong time au)

contains: fluff, comfort

[bedspringer]

ᯓ you catch bf!choso playing with your curls!

laying down in your shared, soft bed, you were currently nose-deep into your favorite book when you felt light tugs coming from your head.

slowly shifting to find the source of these tugs, all you were met with was your boyfriend, choso, lost in an innocent trance as he twirled one of your coils around his index finger.

"baby, what are you doing?" you asked with a chuckle, slowly laying your book down on your chest.

this was the first time anything like this had happened. even though you had been together for almost a year now, he had never decided to play with your hair like this. but you found it sweet; he looked so cute doing it.

"sorry," he stammered, letting go of his soft grip on the strand he was just playing with. "they just look really good...and they're bouncy," he murmured.

you saw a slight rose tint fill his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, scratching his neck in nervousness.

it was a little shocking to see how he was still a bit shy around you despite being well into your relationship, where, at this point, you've shared everything with one another: the good moments, the embarrassing moments.

moving your body so that you were lying on his chest, he instinctively rested his arm under your own, and on your waist, rubbing soothing circles.

"it's okay," you muttered, gently running your fingers on his chiseled, bare chest. "you can play with it. just don't mess them up."

"okay, baby—i promise i won't mess your hair up," he reassured softly, hand going up from your waist to resume their fidgeting with that certain strand on the top of your head.

you peacefully drifted off as the light twirls and tugs resumed once more.

a/n: just something short and sweet<3

[bedspringer]

ᯓ you catch bf!choso playing with your curls!

laying down in your shared, soft bed, you were currently nose-deep into your favorite book when you felt light tugs coming from your head.

slowly shifting to find the source of these tugs, all you were met with was your boyfriend, choso, lost in an innocent trance as he twirled one of your coils around his index finger.

"baby, what are you doing?" you asked with a chuckle, slowly laying your book down on your chest.

this was the first time anything like this had happened. even though you had been together for almost a year now, he had never decided to play with your hair like this. but you found it sweet; he looked so cute doing it.

"sorry," he stammered, letting go of his soft grip on the strand he was just playing with. "they just look really good...and they're bouncy," he murmured.

you saw a slight rose tint fill his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, scratching his neck in nervousness.

it was a little shocking to see how he was still a bit shy around you despite being well into your relationship, where, at this point, you've shared everything with one another: the good moments, the embarrassing moments.

moving your body so that you were lying on his chest, he instinctively rested his arm under your own, and on your waist, rubbing soothing circles.

"it's okay," you muttered, gently running your fingers on his chiseled, bare chest. "you can play with it. just don't mess them up."

"okay, baby—i promise i won't mess your hair up," he reassured softly, hand going up from your waist to resume their fidgeting with that certain strand on the top of your head.

you peacefully drifted off as the light twirls and tugs resumed once more.

a/n: just something short and sweet<3

[bedspringer]

Ი𐑼 you hang out with talkingstage!eren, and he takes you shopping at an anime store!

once you and eren had finished your work, he agreed to take you the the new, nearby anime store.

walking inside, you both were immediately greeted with a life-sized naruto statue. the interior of the store was packed with floor-to-ceiling shelves of manga, collectible figures in glass cases, and posters covering every inch of wall space—some faded, some signed. the soft ambient lighting gave the shop a cozy feel. 

the worker at the desk greeted the two of you before you set off to explore everything the store had to offer. 

“what’s your favorite anime?” he asked as the two of you walked around side by side. 

“i haven’t watched a lot yet, but so far it’s between jjk and death note. how about y–”

“gojo dies.”

you froze mid-sentence, slowly turning to him with a deadpan stare. “you’re lucky i already knew that.”

he just shrugged, a smug grin spreading across his face, clearly pleased with himself.

your glare lingered a second longer than necessary, but there was no real heat behind it. “answer my question,” you muttered as you shifted your gaze towards the L figures. you loved L, he was so cute to you.

“vinland saga. you should watch it—it’s really good.”

you turned to him with a mock-serious expression. “i don’t think i will, actually,” you said as a laugh escaped your lips. “you’re being so mean to me,” you added, smiling teasingly. 

“fuck you,” he uttered as he picked up the latest jjk manga issue. he flipped onto a page you immediately recognized as the page where your husband got snapped in half, shoving it towards you as you tried your best to divert your gaze. 

“look at it,” he said, laughing.

“no!” you cried, grinning despite yourself as you scrambled away to the saiki k section. 

scanning the merchandise, your eyes landed on a small saiki dress-up plush. it was so cute. 

and you needed it. 

crouching down, you picked it up and inspected the pinked-haired doll. 

“you know, you look like an ant from up here,” you heard a deep voice behind you—knowing just who it belonged to. 

looking up from where you were, you rolled your eyes as you muttered, “at least I’m not a fucking giant.” you stood up while holding the plush you wanted to purchase. 

you saw that he was holding a couple of different manga volumes. “you actually read those?” you asked, genuinely. 

“yes?” he replied, furrowing his brows like you’d just asked if the sky was blue and the grass, green.

“you’re actually annoying,” you groaned. you held up the plush to him as he took it from your hand. “look at this.”

“you’ve seen saiki?” he inquired in a surprised tone.

you stared at him, deadpan. “no, i just thought it was cute—of course i watched the show!” you exclaimed, snatching the plush from his hand.

he grinned, “and you say that I’m mean to you,” he said as he chuckled, following you to the register at the front. 

you placed the doll on the counter as he placed the mangas he chose.

“what are you doing?” you asked as you saw him getting out his wallet in preparation to pay. 

“i’m paying…for the stuff we’re getting…” he drawled, eyes narrowed. “how did you think we were gonna walk out with it?” he shot you a look, brows furrowed in mock disbelief. 

you rolled your eyes and huffed, “i was gonna pay for my thing.”

he shrugged casually. “guess that’s not happening anymore.” The clerk then asked him if he wanted two bags, to which he agreed. 

“thank you, dad,” you mumbled mockingly as the two of you walked out of the store.

he rolled his eyes. “shut up.”

you looked to the side as a cute boba shop caught your attention. “can we go there, father?” you said once again in a mocking tone, pointing in the direction of the boba shop. 

“no–fuck you,” he chuckled,  heading towards the car. 

“no! wait!” you whined, jogging after him. “please—i’m sorry. i won’t pretend like you’re my dad again. let’s go get boba, i’m hungry," you tried to reason with him, then added, “are you not hungry? you still have protein goals to hit—you CANNOT forget about hitting your daily protein goal,” you teased as you did your best to flex your non-existent biceps.

“how else are you supposed to get your gains,” you said in a deep tone, doing your best to mimic his voice.

“you’re not helping your case, y/n,” he laughed, “but fine. just so you’ll shut up.”

by then, you’d followed him all the way to his car, where he took both your bags and tossed them in the back seat. Without another word, he locked the car and walked right past you—toward the boba shop.

“why do you never wait for me?” you complained as you ran next to catch up to him. Those long legs moved so fast.

you both got your boba, and, of course, before you could even reach for your wallet, he had already paid.

his excuse was, “it’s easier than waiting for each other to finish paying.”

now back in his car, you both drank your boba as you had to bear witness to the weirdest videos he was losing his mind over. 

he was practically in tears from laughing, doubled over in the driver's seat as if he'd never seen anything funnier in his life.

as you looked over at him, you weirdly felt a strong attraction towards this goofball. it looked like he was going to be someone you were going to be with, and you were totally fine with that!

[bedspringer]

؛༊ just a rainy day at home with olderbf!jotaro

as the noises of muffled raindrops hitting the large windows filled your ears, you reached for the bottle of new bottle of champagne jotaro purchased.

because it was currently pouring outside of jotaro's tokyo penthouse, that meant the two of you had an excuse to lounge around at home.

you thought now was the perfect time to finally crack the bottle open, as you had just gotten news of his nomination for a prestigious award for his new research.

while he was busy, currently speaking to one of his colleagues on the phone, you carefully took two beautifully decorated champagne glasses out from their spot in the cabinet.

at the present moment, you were practically drowning in one of his t-shirts and black sweatpants—not having one care in the world that they didn't fit you at all. you loved wearing his clothes while you simply lounged around; it allowed you to be engulfed in his scent even when he wasn't actively embracing you.

speaking of the sweatpants, even though he would make a comment on how it was even possible that you were walking in them, after you would insist on keeping them on, he would go down without so much as a fight.

you knew that was because he also shared an appreciation of how his clothes looked on you.

now migrating to his ever-encompassing plush couch, you fell into a trance as you held the tv remote, eyes narrowly watching the screen in front of you as you soared through netflix's catalogue.

right as you were about to view the next potential movie you were going to watch, you sat up suddenly as you remembered the new candles that you had bought the other day.

assuming your boyfriend was still on the phone in his office, you stood up and headed for the foyer, where you had left the candles.

that was right up until you unexpectedly felt rough hands tickling your waist—eliciting a sharp yelp from your lips. on instinct, you folded your body in an attempt to shield yourself.

"stop!" you screamed with an underlying chuckle, trying to swat away jotaro's hands from your body.

ceasing his quick attack on you, he sported a small smirk before retreating to the living room.

turning around, you let out a playful scoff. "you're just gonna tickle and run?"

rolling your eyes in fake annoyance as all you heard in response was a snicker, you focused on lighting each of the candles. one warm vanilla, one bourbon caramel, and one cinnamon-spiced vanilla. what could you say? you can't stay away from gourmand scents to save your life.

and you were thankful that your boyfriend funded your severe addiction to delicious-smelling jars of wax.

once you had finished lighting each one, you returned to the couch only to see your spot taken by a six-foot-five, almost two hundred-pound man.

you almost bit your tongue—almost.

"last time i checked that was my spot, so if you could kindly relocate?" you said in a high, sarcastic tone, tilting your head in mock innocence.

not even sparing you a glance, "there's nothing stoppin' you hun'."

you stood there for a second, trying to understand what he meant. "you want me to sit on your—"

he got up and placed a light pat on your back, a playful expression dancing on his features. "relax, baby. i'm gonna pour our glasses."

without hesitation, you reclaimed your spot and located the sleek remote.

as your eyes landed on the movie, scary movie, you let out a small squeal of excitement. "can we watch this?" you snickered, turning around to see jotaro pouring your glasses, "please?"

standing upright, his eyes found the screen—immediately, you saw his eyebrows furrow. "what is that? you seriously want to—"

the next words died on his tongue as he observed your face, your eyes basically screaming at him, pleading.

clearing his throat, "yeah—whatever you want, baby."

so that’s how you ended up in his arms, sipping on your champagne. your senses welcomed his warmth and his woody, masculine scent as you nuzzled in his embrace. the movie was stupid, yes, you admit—but it was hilarious.

what was more hilarious was the fact that he didn't understand anything about it.

"so, this is just a movie that makes fun of other horror movies?" he questioned, his voice low as his hands rubbed the side of your arm.

you basically beamed at his question. "yes! it's so funny—i love it so much."

you loved showing him the random media you enjoyed, and you especially loved how he always gave it a chance, even though it was definitely outside his comfort zone.

when it reached a certain point in the movie, you turned to see his reaction to what would shortly pop up. specifically, the scene that showcased the character ray interacting with a 'glory hole'.

you lost it when you saw jotaro's face twist and contort in sudden disgust. his eyebrows furrowed as he exhaled a quiet "good grief" under his breath.

"too much for you, old man?" you teased, further nuzzling yourself in his huge arms.

even though he looked the opposite, you saw a small smirk grace his lips.

he could try to prove the contrary, but you knew that he loved you and your weird taste in movies.

after all, it's not like he could escape you—even though that was never even an option in the first place—because it was raining outside!

[saveahorsrideacowboy]

"(Under The) Desk Job" Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 6: Wicked Games

Summary: You and Kakyoin have a fun night in playing his favorite game.

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Cunnilingus, BJ, 69, Angst, Cursing, Arguing, Infidelity, Masturbation, 18+

Words: 3.4k

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The week had passed quicker than you originally thought, and your short lived faux marital bliss with Kakyoin had come to an end. You and Kakyoin had spent every night fucking, and every day together once out of work. The new distance that would now need to be established between you two when your husband came home made knots in your stomach. You still knew you weren’t willing to leave your husband, but currently the emptiness of Kakyoin being gone overshadowed the complications that would arise if you decided to stay with him. You never knew how to feel, and it was starting to become a whirlwind of emotions you knew would be out of your control soon enough.

It was your first day back in the office with your husband, and the dread of having to avoid Kakyoin all day was catching up with you quickly. You decided to occupy yourself with your work; your husband sat in front of you rambling about whatever as he usually did. You were bored out of your mind, and unashamedly, you couldn’t help but daydream about your colleague as he talked.

You wished he’d just leave, praying that he’d get another call from one of his dumb clients that would urge him to leave. As if your prayer had been answered, the door to your office opened. The both of you turned, and standing there was Kakyoin with two cups of coffee, one labeled with your name.

“Shoot- I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You winced as your husband took notice of your name written in bold letters on the cup. “What the hell is that about?”

Kakyoin looked apprehensive. “What’s what about?”

“You bought coffee for my wife?” He stood up hastily, making his way towards Kakyoin. You felt a little bad seeing him try to make himself look all tough when there was a clear height difference.

You jumped in to defend him. “Oh, he doesn’t mean anything by it! I just asked him to pick me up coffee a couple times this week when I got really busy, so he was just being nice..”

Kakyoin nodded. “You shouldn’t get the wrong idea. I don’t mean to concern you.” Your husband was visibly angry, and he was just about to tell him off for ‘making a move on his wife.’ Before he could, his phone rang.

He gave Kakyoin an icy-cold stare before leaving the room. You two sighed in relief. Kakyoin then approached your desk and set the coffee down, replacing your husband's seat.

“Bad timing?”

You nodded. “It’s okay. I don’t think I’d be able to stand another second of him talking.”

The both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Kakyoin suddenly clears his throat, bringing your attention back up to his face.

“Are you still coming by tonight?” You’d remembered you both made plans to meet after work; usually you went down to your apartment or at a cafe nearby. It was a rare occasion that you ever went down to his. To be fair it probably made more sense to go to his. Now that your husband was back you didn’t know what his plans were for the week, and the last thing you wanted was to be caught fucking your shared coworker in his bed.

“Yeah.. I’ll come by around eight. I was supposed to have this big client dinner but they cancelled at the last minute so I’ll have some time.”

Kakyoin gives you a smile and gathers his things, talking over some of the remaining projects for the workday before returning to his own office.

. . .

It had been a while since you’d visited Kakyoin's apartment, although it still looked the same as it had the last time you’d been there. It was decorated plainly and upheld a tidy appearance; it didn’t match at all how interesting he was. The only room that had any sort of personality was his bedroom, adorned with posters from different games and comics.

You were seated back in his bed, nested in his arms watching tv after a fulfilling dinner he had cooked for the both of you. You wanted to bring attention to the gaming PC you noticed the first night you’d gone over.

“What do you use that for?”

He shifted lightly. “Oh, just work. Don’t worry about it.” To avert your attention, he brought a hand to your face as if to lead you into a kiss, only for you to pull away.

“You don’t have to lie. A lot of people our age still play video games, we’re not even close to being thirty yet. Besides, the pictures on your wall aren’t helping your case anyway.”

Kakyoin’s face grew flushed, explaining to you it was just a ‘small hobby’ and that he really ‘wasn’t all that into it anyway.’

“What are you so nervous for?” You gave him a coy smile as you got up to turn it on. “I wanna watch you play.”

Kakyoin grunted and got up to follow you, briefly taking a seat and slipping on his headset, leaving one ear free to hear you talk. You pointed to the League of Legends icon on his desktop, prompting him to launch it.

“Do you want me to get you a chair?” He questioned, still visibly nervous.

“No, I have a better idea.” You walked up to the front of him, squeezing yourself between him and the desk and resting yourself on his leg. He swallowed as he set the game up, shifting you slightly to the side so the screen was visible. “I can see it better this way. Why don’t you tell me more about the game?”

“Um.. you have to… uh…” He began to stutter on his words. “Just… just watch what I’m doing.”

You nodded and shifted around in his lap. He explained some of the mechanics when you asked but you had quickly grown bored after ten minutes or so. Out of nowhere you heard a ringtone come from his PC, causing him to freeze.

“What’s wrong? Where’s that coming from?” He kept quiet, his eyes glued to the screen hoping you’d ignore it. Once the sound ended, it rang out again shortly after. It was getting hard to ignore.

“My discord.”

You laughed, teasing him a little. “Your what?” You didn’t know much about the app, only that it was used by weirdos and freaks; at least that’s what your friends said when reminiscing on their ex-boyfriends. “Just answer it.”

Kakyoin hesitantly opened up the tab to a small group chat and joined the call.

“Yo, join the party.” You could make out what some of them were saying through his headset. “You’re online, bro. We’ve been ringing you for like, hours.”

“Okay, okay,” He joins their party. You watch as he begins falling into his normal rhythm and playing with them, every once in a while giving commands you don’t understand at all.

You eventually decide to test how good he really is at the game, turning yourself and straddling him, then shifting yourself to the side to allow him to see the screen while slowly pressing soft kisses down his neck, starting at his jawline and trailing down to his collarbone. The smell of his light cologne only making you hornier. His breath hitched as you had started to grind on him lightly, feeling an erection starting to form under his pants. His performance had started to get noticeably worse as his attention dispersed itself between you and the game.

The voices through his headset started again. “What’s going on, man? You’re selling!”

Before he could answer, your hips bucked into his suddenly, forcing a groan out of him.

“Hello?”

“Sorry, there was an issue with my controller. It should be fine now.” He fixed his attention back onto the game and continued playing, or at least trying to.

You slowly slid your hand down into your pants, touching yourself through the thin fabric of your underwear. Kakyoin doesn’t notice until you let out a gasp, his hands trailing down your body to feel what you’re doing. You immediately hear his teammates start to yell at him over the headset again, but he can’t take his attention away from your movements.

You put your head in the crook of his neck, breathing hard on the exposed muscle of his shoulders. He tries to bring his attention back to the game, still trying to not let you get the best of him.

When you see him look away you sigh, deciding to use the last weapon you had in your arsenal. You slink down to your knees, situating yourself between his legs under the desk and aligning yourself to face his groin.

You nudge his buldge with your nose, leaving open mouthed kisses over the straining fabric. You slowly moved your hands, your fingertips just teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. He shudders as you slowly pull down both his pants and boxers, just enough to pull out his length. During all of this his plays had gotten worse, and his attention to the game was being very quickly stolen away by your teasing under the desk. His teammates could be heard getting angrier and angrier over the call.

“Hold on, I-“

You wrap your hand around his cock, lightly pumping it up and down, watching as his focus slips away with each movement. You bring your head down, giving kitten-licks to the tip before enveloping him in your mouth, coating him with your saliva as your lips slid up and down, eager to taste him once again. “I-I… Ah… ah..”

A voice called out from his headset again. “Are you jerking off?”

Kakyoin was trying his best to say something, anything, but couldn’t muster a word out of the stimulation from underneath his desk. It was getting harder for him to suppress himself, even more so once you’d started to pick your pace up. It was entertaining to watch him get humiliated like this; you found this out the first time back in the office, but now things were about to get interesting. In one quick motion, your mouth traveled the farthest it could towards the base, your nose brushing against his skin.

You begin to get too caught up in your actions to notice when he ends the call and shuts off his PC. Suddenly, he pushes his chair back and grabs your arm, his dick slipping out of your mouth as he forces you to stand. He pivots to turn towards the bed, pushing you onto it promptly. He mounts on top of you, peppering your neck and jaw with open mouthed kisses that travel towards your lips.

You pull on Kakyoin’s t-shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He grunts and sits up, taking off his shirt and flinging it across the room. You stare at him for a moment, not even bothering to hide how intensely you were checking him out. He moves his hands down to your waistband, slipping off the shorts you had on and leaning back down to your face. He ghosts a kiss to your lips for a moment before turning you over and placing you on top of his abdomen. His cock rests just behind your ass, still out from before.

He smooths his fingers over your hips, taking in your body and letting his hands travel up towards your waist to give your sides a firm squeeze. For once, you towered over him, and his eyes compensated for the height by trailing up further to meet your gaze. He looked desperate, hungry; he wanted more of you.

For a few moments, there was silence; no noise, no movement. Kakyoin turned his head to the side, swallowing as if to clear his throat. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Okay. Not what you expected.

You raised your eyebrows and uttered a laugh. “Is this another one of your fantasies?”

“Yeah,” He gave your hips a nudge with his hands, motioning you to shift your position further up above his abdomen. You sat on top of his chest as he continued. “It’s something I’ve wanted you to do for some time. A while.”

It’s not that you weren’t into it or anything, you just thought it was funny that your colleague was asking his boss to sit on him.. Maybe that was part of it? It wasn’t any issue with you; you figured you could have some fun with this. You veered your body towards his face, placing your thighs on the sides of his head to straddle it. Positioning yourself accordingly, you aligned your clothed pussy with his mouth. You distributed most of your weight on your knees, which caused you to hover just above his face.

He moved your panties to the side, revealing how wet you’d become from your teasing.

Kakyoin’s arms came over your thighs, holding you in place. “Come on, sit.”

You stuttered for a moment, never having done this before. You worried about suffocating him, or even just crushing him all together.

“Are you sure..?”

Before you could listen in for an answer, he tugged you down, destroying the balance you had created on your legs as you fell straight onto his mouth. You went to ask if he was okay, but your sentence died in your mouth as you felt his mouth suctioning around your clit.

In instinct, your thighs pressed together as you shook at the sensation. “F-Fuck!”

Kakyoin dove in like a man starved. It was obvious he was getting off on this as well from the moans falling from his mouth, sending vibrations to your pussy as he ate you out. You tightened your grip on his hair, grinding yourself down on his tongue. This sensation was new to you; your husband wasn’t usually one for exploring new things. He was predictable, which normally made you feel safe, though ever since you met Kakyoin, that was no longer enough to satisfy you.

You looked back and saw his rock hard erection, and decided that it would only be fair if he was rewarded for the newfound pleasure he was giving you. You shifted up and spun back, sitting yourself down again before he had time to ask what you were doing. You leaned down, coming face to face with his cock and giving it a long teasing lick up the shaft.

Kakyoin moaned into your pussy as the sensation took him aback. His grip on your thighs got tighter, clenching them now as you pressed your lips onto his tip, taking in as much of his dick as you possibly could into your mouth while using your hands to cover the rest.

You felt Kakyoin’s fingers come up, teasing your hole before entering. He quickly followed it up with another digit, using his thumb to put pressure on your clit as he curled his fingers in your pussy. You felt yourself inching closer to the edge, but you were determined to get him there first. You abandoned using your hands and prayed you could get past your gag reflex as you took him down to the base and teasing his tip with your tongue every time you pulled up. From the stuttering of his hips, you could tell he was getting close.

Just as you felt yourself climbing towards your orgasm, he began thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. With one final thrust up, he faltered and came deep into your mouth with a loud groan. Just as he came, you felt your own orgasm come to a head and you pulled yourself off of his shaft, moaning as you pulsed around his fingers.

You pulled yourself off of him, climbing off and laying down next to him. After some shared silence, it was agreed that the both of you were due for a shower, proposing that you showered together to ‘preserve water.’ Kakyoin had always smelled really good; you found out why after he lent you his body wash, which had an extremely strong aroma that stuck to the both of you. You didn’t mind it though, you liked smelling like him, it made you feel like you belonged to him, and it helped you forget who your ring actually binded you to at the end of the day.

After the two of you dried off and got dressed, you decided that it was fair you made dinner this time around. Pasta was the quickest easiest option, and gave you two the time to converse as you boiled a pot of water.

“So,” Kakyoin eyed you as you stood at the stove. “Are you staying the night?”

“You know I can’t. My husband would be livid.”

He sighed and turned his head. If it wasn’t clear before that he didn’t like the mention of you being married, now it really started to show. “Look, let me give you my honest opinion.”

“What?”

Your gaze snapped back to him, and for a moment that familiar tension had formed again as your eyes met.

He cocked his head to the side. “There’s this quote; marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Kakyoin stood up and rested a hand on the counter. “It means it might be in your best interest to-” He cleared his throat promptly. “Leave him.”

There was a concise quiet. You didn’t really know how to respond, other than raise an eyebrow before deciding to break the silence.

“Okay, I need you to slow down.” Your gaze fell to the ground as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “We both know I can’t do that.”

He took himself away from the counter, stepping over to you as you continued talking.

“You know I love you.. More than any man I’ve ever been with but-”

He interrupted you promptly, taking your hand as he spoke. “Then what’s stopping you?”

In a fit of frustration, you pulled away and stepped back.

“Jesus, Kakyoin! You know exactly what’s stopping me. I live with him, all of my friends are his friends! I work with him!”

“You could stay with me! Quit your job if you have to, I don’t care! I’ll take care of you.”

“What? You can’t be serious, I-” You feel tears welling up in your eyes, your heart breaking a little bit more with every plea he makes.

At this point, you felt like you were bargaining with him. “All I think about day and night is the life we could have together. I dream about how perfect we would be. But that’s all it is. A dream. I just can’t..”

You choked in an attempt to get the words out. “I can’t be the girl who cheated on her husband, then left him to go live this perfect make-believe life!”

“It’s not like you’re not already halfway there.” He muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“You’re being an asshole. It’s not like we’re just fucking, you know. I’m not some whore, and I don’t need people believing that.”

“When did I ever say that you were?”

You scoffed and mocked him. “Oh, please. Aren’t I your little slut?”

Kakyoin sighed. “Look, I know how complicated things have become. I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to have you. I can’t go on without you. I won’t lose you to someone who I’m surprised can even call himself a man!”

“I mean, for all we know, he can’t even make you come.”

The tears forming in your eyes were finally starting to come down.“Is that what all of this is about for you? Christ, you are so juvenile sometimes. You just want to prove how much of a man you are?”

“You know that’s not it. Stop trying to blame me because you’re not brave enough to do what you know is right.”

You let out a shaky sigh. ”I’m supposed to be your boss. No matter how this plays out, you’ll be fine! You’ll always be fine! But what do I have? What if I do leave him and things don't even end up working out? I’ll just be branded as the office slut taking advantage of her workers while people give you high fives for being a good fuck.”

You turn around, not wanting to face him as your anger continues bubbling to the surface.

“I just..” Any words that you originally had died off before they could leave your mouth, leaving you to still for a moment before continuing.

“I think I should go.”

[bedspringer]

ꫂ❁ safe to say all of your friends were not surprised when you came out with your relationship with your long-time friend, kakyoin!

"kakyoin, what are you doing?"

"your shoes are untied," he said simply.

"you don't have to tie them, you know that right?"

he looked up to meet your gaze and nodded. shortly after that, however, he still proceeded to finish tying your shoelaces.

slowly looking over at your friend, all you were met with was a knowing smirk.

as the red invaded your cheeks, he got up—his gaze towered over yours as the result of an obvious height difference.

"i recommend double knotting your laces," he said with the ends of his lips slightly tugging upwards.

naturally, the rest of that outing was lined with mischief-filled grins from your friends.

it's not like you were embarrassed by him; you just never thought of seeing him in that light.

the two of you had been friends for well over a year now—meeting through one of your mutual friends—and just clicked.

whenever you both would be hanging out, of course, accompanied by your other friends, the conversation would just flow effortlessly.

it would be filled with you making fun of him, him teasing you—typical platonic antics.

it was over the course of a couple of months that you realized their accusations had the possibility of being true.

the late nights spent texting each other about random shit, hours of him staying in the library helping you with your math work, and explaining the topics you didn't understand—it all added up.

so it was one day that you decided to have an uncomfortable conversation with him.

presenting it as an unsuspecting, normal question, "are you dating anyone?" you asked, a tinge of hesitation evident in your tone as you avoided his gaze—opting to just stare at your fingers as you fidgeted with the bottom of your shirt.

he spoke in a soft, steady cadence. "i'm not. are you?"

you shook your head, still avoiding his gaze. after a moment, you looked up and into the distance. there was a beautiful orange sunset before your eyes that somehow comforted you.

"they keep saying that we like each other," you said, nervously chuckling and scratching the back of your neck, "...what do you think?"

he shook his head slightly. "i don't."

after a deliberate pause, he spoke. with his voice gentle but firm, "i do like you."

your heart began to tremble at his words and confirmation of your unspoken feelings.

as the heat rushed to your face, you directed your gaze towards him. "me too," you muttered under your breath.

and the rest was history.

however, nothing really changed in your dynamics, other than the fact that he was free to kiss you whenever he felt like it—a perk he greatly appreciated.

kakyoin proved to be an amazing and wonderful boyfriend, but that didn't surprise you because he was already the best friend you could've ever asked for.

[bedspringer]

whats my name? reimagined with part 4 jotaro kujo ؛༊ some suggestiveness, mostly fluff (sfw)

when you first saw jotaro kujo in the morioh grand hotel, you thought to yourself, that's the coolest guy i've ever seen.

but that was it—a simple observation. after all, he's the only guy you'd ever seen donning a long white coat, a shirt with a bold green collar, and a white hat with a gold "j" beside a gold heart that had a hand etched on it.

it was so bizarre, you thought. but, you also thought it was so cool.

however, you hadn't thought of ever dating him. let alone anybody.

it was just something you didn't prioritize in this time of your life due to your past experiences. every relationship ended up with you wishing that you had never met that person to begin with.

you always thought you would've been better off without them, so you just decided that you wouldn't actively seek that anymore—and you were fine with it!

that was until you were shopping in the nearby convenience store, looking for a specific drink your friend had recommended to you.

the cold air coming from the refrigerators wasted no time spreading to you as you stood in the aisle, concentrated. you were oblivious to your surroundings as you focused your energy on making sure you were choosing the right variation of the soda, out of the twenty currently in front of you.

your body was at a slight angle as you were inspecting a bottle. once you had confirmed it was the drink you had been recommended, you stood up straight—only for your back to accidentally collide with someone's chest.

turning around, you frantically apologized. that was when you were met with that same peculiar individual you saw in the hotel you were currently staying at.

"you're fine," he reassured, his voice low as he physically looked down into your eyes.

now that you've had a good look at his face, it hit you that he was just your type.

his jaw was chiseled, his eyes were of an emerald-green, you could tell that he was muscular due to his collarbones that were exposed from his open green collar—you found yourself wanting to go back on your decision to not date.

your breath hitched when he asked for your name.

you gave him your name hesitantly, still unsure if what was happening in front of you was real.

and that was how you met jotaro kujo for the first time, the cool stranger that you never thought of crossing paths with in a million years.

from that point on, you wouldn't see each other much, but whenever you would have encounters, they would always be incredibly pleasant.

conversations consisting of you telling him how you were in town visiting your friend, and him telling you how he was also visiting someone—that someone being his uncle, who happened to be in high school—quickly became highlights of your trip.

the way he would deliver these things in such a flat, low tone made you hysterical. it also made you wanna talk to him all day.

you quickly realized that every person you had been with thus far was boring compared to jotaro. somehow, he knew exactly how to make you want it.

more so, the nights that you spent together, doing everything but talking, were amazing.

even though he was rough, afterwards, he would always touch you as if you would crumble away in his hands if he accidentally embraced you tightly.

you really wanted to be with him, and it seemed like he reciprocated your feelings—just in his own way.

in his own way, he'd find a reason to make you stay in his hotel room—it would be something as simple as reminding you that you never finished telling him that irrelevant story you started the day before.

"what?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at what he was trying to remind you of.

"when you lost your headphones," he sighed, the faintest edge of irritation in his voice. "what happened when you went to that house the tracker showed?"

opening your mouth in an "o" shape, you finally remembered how yesterday you had mentioned that you lost your headphones one time. it was a fleeting moment when you had brought it up, and you haven't thought about it since.

after a pause, "they said that they didn't have it," you said simply, shrugging your shoulders. "they were lying, but i just bought new ones."

he leaned back, nodding with arms crossed. "what about the one with your neighbor's cat, or whatever."

but what was truly thrilling was how he took the time to figure you out, just as you did with him.

that's why jotaro did way more than excite you—he filled you with joy, he made you lose your mind (in a good way).

who knew noticing someone from afar, as well as three measly words, would be responsible for fixing your view on relationships and supply you with some of the happiest moments of your life.

[bedspringer]

hi could i request kakyoin x reader? it can be smut or fluff TY

omg yes! i'll link it here when it's done🙏🙏 and it will probably be fluff!!

[bedspringer]

mista leaves you speechless ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 18+

you had been waiting all day for mista to come back from his mafioso activities.

you were sitting on your soft flokati wool rug in your living room, wearing only your babydoll lingerie set—facing the crackling fireplace. the heat from the flickering flames danced on your skin while your heart beat started steadily increasing from the anticipation of your boyfriend's return.

as the logs cracked softly, you heard the familiar series of high-pitched beeps coming from the entrance to your apartment. he had to be back, and he was currently entering the code to unlock your door.

your heart started trembling as you heard the door open. turning around, you saw his face—a tired grin appearing on it.

you greeted him in an airy tone as he set his gun on the counter, proceeding to take off his boots.

standing up, you made your way over to him. "are you tired?"

before he gave you a verbal response, he gently rested his hands on your hips—slowly pulling you into his body for an embrace.

the warmth from his body only added to your own, and the scent of gunpowder mixed with his natural musk made you dizzy as you breathed him in.

"not anymore," he mumbled, giving you light kisses on the top of your head. his hands were currently caressing the sides of your body, up and down.

the fluttering lights from the fireplace and previously lit candles you had placed throughout the kitchen and living room were still burning brightly. the atmosphere you created only fueled your feelings.

in his arms, you couldn't help but softly utter, "i need you."

you heard him lightly chuckle over your head. then, he pulled away slightly, gently cupping your jaw and guiding your face to his.

he proceeded to brush his lips softly and enticingly against yours as he muttered, "good thing you got me."

the following kisses were tender and soft. his mouth was warm and inviting as you leaned into his touch.

pulling away from his lips, you took his hand in yours and guided him to the living room.

gently pushing him down onto the rug, you followed and began to straddle him, sitting on his abdomen.

before his hands could land on your hips once more, you peeled his signature blue and red sweater from his body—exposing his chiseled chest.

as you felt the heat of his body under your fingertips, his hands found their way to your waist, then to your shoulders, where he gently pushed the straps from your top down.

his eyes were heavy with desire as he ran his fingers in loving lines up and down your arms.

"can i?" he softly murmured, his gaze unwavering.

nodding your head, he changed places with you in a delicate manner, now residing between your thighs with your legs placed on his shoulders.

with a soft touch, he took his time in pulling off your panties, like he was savoring each moment you were under him.

you reached out for his face, caressing his cheek softly as he murmured words of adoration towards you.

after your panties were finally discarded, he began to place kisses on your right calf. from then on, he traveled downward, leaving a trail of kisses while worshipping every inch of you in the process.

"so fucking beautiful," he murmured. "you're all mine."

in due time, his trail of kisses finally reached the sensitive skin in your inner thigh. his warm breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver racing through your body.

his fingers brushed your skin in delicate movements while his eyes stayed on you. "my beautiful wife," he uttered under his breath, thinking you wouldn't catch it.

but you did, and that only exacerbated your growing need for him. looking down, you watched him lean towards your burning core, the darkness in his eyes swallowing you whole as he kept his gaze on you.

when his tongue finally dived into your core, you felt chills run down your spine—eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

at first, every flick of his tongue was deliberate, as if he knew when and how to fully destroy you.

letting out a groan, his movements grew more desperate as he lapped up your increasing arousal. when you attempted to lift your hips from the floor, he gently grasped them, pinning you to the floor in an act of soft dominance.

broken moans escaped your lips while your thighs trembled at his unrelenting and quick pace. "yes—mista," you choked out, your hands gripping the rug beneath you, "please, don't stop."

a long moan escaped from you when he slipped two thick fingers into your core, causing your back to arch even more. "oh my god—"

the pace of his fingers inside you steadily quickened as he pumped in and out, eliciting more strings of gasps and moans from your lips.

his tongue maintained its flicks in your folds while his fingers moved, gradually pushing you to the edge.

your vision soon became engulfed by tiny stars as you reached your climax, and all you could say was "yes,"—the word continuously echoing from your lips.

your hands hurriedly gripped mista's shoulders whilst your thighs trembled under his hold as you rode out your orgasm.

and when you finally came down from your high, you were left utterly speechless.

a/n: hi this was inspired this edit lmfaooaoao. and the hat indeed stayed on!

[bedspringer]

mista leaves you speechless ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 18+

you had been waiting all day for mista to come back from his mafioso activities.

you were sitting on your soft flokati wool rug in your living room, wearing only your babydoll lingerie set—facing the crackling fireplace. the heat from the flickering flames danced on your skin while your heart beat started steadily increasing from the anticipation of your boyfriend's return.

as the logs cracked softly, you heard the familiar series of high-pitched beeps coming from the entrance to your apartment. he had to be back, and he was currently entering the code to unlock your door.

your heart started trembling as you heard the door open. turning around, you saw his face—a tired grin appearing on it.

you greeted him in an airy tone as he set his gun on the counter, proceeding to take off his boots.

standing up, you made your way over to him. "are you tired?"

before he gave you a verbal response, he gently rested his hands on your hips—slowly pulling you into his body for an embrace.

the warmth from his body only added to your own, and the scent of gunpowder mixed with his natural musk made you dizzy as you breathed him in.

"not anymore," he mumbled, giving you light kisses on the top of your head. his hands were currently caressing the sides of your body, up and down.

the fluttering lights from the fireplace and previously lit candles you had placed throughout the kitchen and living room were still burning brightly. the atmosphere you created only fueled your feelings.

in his arms, you couldn't help but softly utter, "i need you."

you heard him lightly chuckle over your head. then, he pulled away slightly, gently cupping your jaw and guiding your face to his.

he proceeded to brush his lips softly and enticingly against yours as he muttered, "good thing you got me."

the following kisses were tender and soft. his mouth was warm and inviting as you leaned into his touch.

pulling away from his lips, you took his hand in yours and guided him to the living room.

gently pushing him down onto the rug, you followed and began to straddle him, sitting on his abdomen.

before his hands could land on your hips once more, you peeled his signature blue and red sweater from his body—exposing his chiseled chest.

as you felt the heat of his body under your fingertips, his hands found their way to your waist, then to your shoulders, where he gently pushed the straps from your top down.

his eyes were heavy with desire as he ran his fingers in loving lines up and down your arms.

"can i?" he softly murmured, his gaze unwavering.

nodding your head, he changed places with you in a delicate manner, now residing between your thighs with your legs placed on his shoulders.

with a soft touch, he took his time in pulling off your panties, like he was savoring each moment you were under him.

you reached out for his face, caressing his cheek softly as he murmured words of adoration towards you.

after your panties were finally discarded, he began to place kisses on your right calf. from then on, he traveled downward, leaving a trail of kisses while worshipping every inch of you in the process.

"so fucking beautiful," he murmured. "you're all mine."

in due time, his trail of kisses finally reached the sensitive skin in your inner thigh. his warm breath brushed against your skin, sending a shiver racing through your body.

his fingers brushed your skin in delicate movements while his eyes stayed on you. "my beautiful wife," he uttered under his breath, thinking you wouldn't catch it.

but you did, and that only exacerbated your growing need for him. looking down, you watched him lean towards your burning core, the darkness in his eyes swallowing you whole as he kept his gaze on you.

when his tongue finally dived into your core, you felt chills run down your spine—eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

at first, every flick of his tongue was deliberate, as if he knew when and how to fully destroy you.

letting out a groan, his movements grew more desperate as he lapped up your increasing arousal. when you attempted to lift your hips from the floor, he gently grasped them, pinning you to the floor in an act of soft dominance.

broken moans escaped your lips while your thighs trembled at his unrelenting and quick pace. "yes—mista," you choked out, your hands gripping the rug beneath you, "please, don't stop."

a long moan escaped from you when he slipped two thick fingers into your core, causing your back to arch even more. "oh my god—"

the pace of his fingers inside you steadily quickened as he pumped in and out, eliciting more strings of gasps and moans from your lips.

his tongue maintained its flicks in your folds while his fingers moved, gradually pushing you to the edge.

your vision soon became engulfed by tiny stars as you reached your climax, and all you could say was "yes,"—the word continuously echoing from your lips.

your hands hurriedly gripped mista's shoulders whilst your thighs trembled under his hold as you rode out your orgasm.

and when you finally came down from your high, you were left utterly speechless.

a/n: hi this was inspired this edit lmfaooaoao. and the hat indeed stayed on!