Sukuna Is This Bad Boy Womanizer That Claims That He'll Never Settle Down, And Then You Happen And BAM.

sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?

making your (ex) playboy, slutty boyfriend wait before you'll have sex with him

I Choose...

Imagine:

being the most shy and quiet of the village and aonungs best friend from childhood but as you too grew up he became distant intill his announcement of his mate.

"I choose yn, I want yn as my mate, yn you were always there for me even if I treated you like shit, you loved and cherished me at my lowest and I hope to repay you if you'd let me"

On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)

A/n- part one incase you missed it

You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.

Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.

But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.

So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.

“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.

“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”

He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.

So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.

But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.

You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.

So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.

“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.

You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.

“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.

He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”

He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.

Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.

“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.

Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”

“Stop John B”

“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.

The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.

The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.

You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”

“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.

You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.

“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.

“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.

“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.

Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.

“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.

You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.

“Here”.

“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.

“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.

He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.

You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.

He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.

Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.

Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.

He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.

“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.

Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.

“That’s how much I need you”

You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.

You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.

“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.

“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.

A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.

His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.

“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.

You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.

The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.

This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.

“Shit… babe-”

Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.

His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.

His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.

Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.

You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.

All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.

You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.

Tagging people who wanted part 2 @novxturient @thirsty4nonlivingmen @thekidscallmebossss @bigenergy777 @gillybear17 🖤

── ୨୧ !　𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗

　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x mom!reader

SUMMARY: Where Alisson, Chris and Y/N's daughter, makes an appearance in the Trying and Rating Bad Baby Food video.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Do you think mom's and dad's, like, eat a little bit of it?" Matt asked as he rested his upper body on the wooden table, leaning to the right so he could better see his brothers' reaction, raising his right arm towards his mouth and passing the up side of his hand over his lips, trying to banish the taste of baby food that seemed to permeate the region.

"No, God, no!" Nick shook his head quickly, his face instantly taking on an expression of disgust. "Do you?" His blue eyes widened comically as he focused on Chris in anticipatory fear for his response.

"No, Alisson doesn't like to eat with me." Chris shook his head slightly, grimacing as he imagined eating baby food every time he fed his princess. "But as for mom's, there's only one way to know..." He spoke again, clearing his throat forcefully, feeling the strong taste clinging to his mouth, seeming to consume his entire body. "Babe!" His voice sounded loudly between Nick and Matt - the two of them covering their right and left ears respectively, curses escaping their lips -, his blue eyes focusing behind the camera and towards the stairs that led to his shared room with Y/N.

It took a few long seconds before Y/N's figure appeared on the top step, her body covered in a grey gym set, decorated with one of the delicate fabric scarves in a baby pink color, with her daughter's name, Alisson, embroidered in white, which hung on her right shoulder.

"Yes, hon?" Y/N's voice sounded throughout the living room and kitchen, echoing freely off the white walls and being captured by the camera that recorded the triplets.

The woman quickly approached the dining table, keeping her ears open to the baby monitor that was firmly positioned between the fingers of her left hand.

"What are you-" She interrupted her sentence when her eyes caught the little jars of baby food forming a row above the wooden surface, frowning and crossing her arms when she noticed that some of them belonged to Alisson. "What the hell are you doing with Alisson's food?"

"We're making a video where we try baby food-" Chris began to explain, ignoring the murmurs of disgust and complaints from his brothers, raising his right hand in the air when he noticed that his fiancée was about to argue, interrupting her. "And they're absolutely horrible, I never want that taste to come anywhere near my mouth again... but Matt brought up an interesting question: Do you eat some when you're feeding Alisson?"

Y/N stopped for a few seconds, raising her eyebrows and letting her eyes run over the baby food and to the boys.

"Well, of course I do, every mother tries a little, how am I going to give my daughter something to eat, when I don't even know if it tastes good?" Y/N responded with a tone as if it was obvious, shrugging and pressing her lips into a thin line as she watched the looks of disgust that Matt and Nick were sending her. "What? There's no-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the low sound of crying coming from the baby monitor, her eyes lowering to the display, taking in the petite body of her daughter, covered in a baby pink onesie and lying comfortably in her white wooden crib, decorated with off-white fabrics full of ruffles.

"I'll be right back, boys." Chris stood up from his chair instantly, ready to follow her and help if necessary, but his actions were interrupted by Y/N. "No, sweetheart, stay there, I'll bring her with me."

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"Hi, baby girl! How's my precious little princess doing? Did you have a great nap? Yeah?" Chris's soft, husky voice echoed through the spacious room just as Y/N approached the wooden table again, now with Alisson wide awake in her arms.

The little girl raised her small arm towards her own face, her little hand clenched into a fist clumsily scratching her eyes, seeming to try to shake off the sleep that was still consuming her mind, her left arm imitating her right, but pointing towards her father, silently asking for his lap.

Chris quickly raised his own arms, taking his daughter from his fiancée's hands carefully and bringing her to his lap, moving his chair away from the table slowly with the intention of leaving more space for Alisson to move above his legs.

Nick and Matt automatically cooed, Matt wrapping his right hand around his niece's small foot, his thumb stroking the sock-covered skin of the onesie.

Small sounds of appreciation and excitement escaped the little girl's throat as she laid her head against Chris's chest, rubbing the area against her father's t-shirt in an act of affection.

Chris smiled lovingly towards her, keeping his left arm firmly around her small body, his large hand flat on her belly, keeping her sitting in place. He carefully leaned forward, taking one of the baby food jars with his right hand, thinking it would be a good way to end the recording with a lighter scene.

"Let's try it again, okay? I think this one is apple and banana. Maybe it's nicer." The boy swept his eyes over his brothers, who were watching the glass in his hands with uncomfortable expressions.

"Little Alisson, please, help your favorite uncle and hit your father's hand so he lets go of the jar and breaks everything." Nick begged dramatically, looking at his niece with a false look of distress, clasping his hands in front of his chest in a gesture of prayer, only receiving a loud laugh in response.

"You guys are such sissies." Y/N muttered, trying hard not to curse, leaning her hips against the counter behind Chris, keeping her posture relaxed and her arms crossed as she watched them amusedly.

Chris ignored her, taking an exaggerated deep breath and dipping his spoon into the baby food, filling it with the creamy yellow mixture.

As he brought the spoon close to his mouth, he felt his daughter's small hand grab the skin of his arm with surprising strength, making him automatically move the spoon away from his face, afraid of the soft contents falling onto his clothes or onto Alisson.

He looked down, finding the girl's wide, curious blue eyes fixed on the spoon, her small, full pink lips parted slightly in concentration.

She let out a happy, high-pitched sound as she saw the spoon stop moving, starting to pull her father's arm towards her own mouth with her little strength. Chris laughed softly, allowing her to control the movements, shaking his head and casting a disbelieving look towards Nick and Matt.

"Alright, little princess, do you want to try it too?"

With unexpected dexterity for a baby, the baby girl took the spoonful of baby food to her mouth, opening it wide. Chris watched, enchanted, as she did this, her face lighting up with satisfaction.

Alisson put the spoon in her mouth and began to taste the food with a smile identical to Chris's spreading between her plump, naturally pink cheeks, keeping the plastic stuck to her tongue.

"Look at that." Matt began, leaning his upper body on the table so he could see Alisson up close, smiling big. "She really knows what she wants, huh?"

Y/N approached, resting her right hand on Chris's shoulder, caressing the area gently and leaning down slightly, bringing her face to her daughter's level.

"That's my determined little girl." The woman praised, her voice full of love and pride.

Alisson looked up at her mother, still holding the spoon, and laughed happily, the sound echoing through the house, which seemed to welcome it with double joy. Chris couldn't help but laugh along. Her happiness was contagious.

"Did you like it, my love? Looks like apple and banana baby food is approved, guys."

He then gently took the spoon from her little fingers and offered another spoonful, which she gladly accepted, swinging her little legs in happiness, closing her eyes slightly as she felt the caress of her mother's fingers on her head full of curly brown hair.

"I think we found a fruit baby food fan." Nick commented, rescuing his phone from the top corner of the table and opening the camera app, pointing the device's rear camera at his niece and taking several photos in a row.

"My little foodie monster."

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extra - comments:

"omg finally more baby Alisson's content 🙏🏻"

"I missed seeing mini Chris so fucking much 😭🙌🏻"

"Alisson is such a daddy's girl, I swear!!"

"the way that Chris and Y/N are simply the best parents out there 🥺"

"Nick and Matt = the cutest uncles ever 😭"

"sturniolo triplets? no, Y/N and Alisson Sturniolo!"

"petition for them to make videos just of Alisson eating baby food ✏️📄"

"Y/N is such a milf 😫🤭"

"Chris = father of the year ☝🏻"

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