Hey Yall So Ik Ive Disappeared For A While And Dw I Am Gonna Drop That Stiles Fic!! But Ive Re-entered

hey y’all… so ik i’ve disappeared for a while and dw i am gonna drop that stiles fic!! but i’ve re-entered my avatar phase and i have some head-cannons🤭🤭🤭

contains: all the Sully men, avatar!Jake, agedup!Neteyam, agedup!Lo’ak, smut, explicit descriptions of smut, me being horny for the Sully men😔 i have no shame

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Jake

i’m a firm believer that lo’ak and neteyam are so close in age BECAUSE jake was obviously a human right?? and before him and neytiri met she was just living the simple life and jake came along then BAM introduced her to new shit.

just imagine like you and jake are about to mate and since avatars mate for life he knows for a fact you’re a virgin and that just does something to him so he’s showing you new shit so he goes down on you and that opens the floodgates

his potty mouth definitely rubbed off on you

to me avatars low key look like cats (their noses!!) and act like them too and i feel like we’ve all agreed they purr but jake definitely takes that to a new level.

like he just lets himself go completely

like imagine he’s fucking you in missionary, head buried in your neck whispering all types of nasty shit you’ve never heard before (“fuck you’re so good for me” “so fuckin’ tight” “lettin me fuck you so good”) and he’s just purringg

vibrates through his whole body

we all know he whines but the first time he teaches you to ride him??? can’t help himself

like you’re trying your best, pace sporadic, movements jerky but you feel so good that it’s all he can do

holds onto your hips sucking on your boobs absolutely whining into your chest

first time he teaches you about giving head??

he can’t help but fuck your mouth

WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO??? you looked so cute staring up at him all wide eyed he couldn’t help himself

it’s ok though he made it up, fucked you so good you couldn’t even walk straight (no seriously mo’at was concerned)

i wanna be fucked by jake sully so bad😔

Neteyam

this boy right here??? soft dom all the way

he couldn’t hurt a fly how tf could he do that to his partner????

grunts, not a whiner like his daddy but he doesn’t moan either

grunts and groans

PRAISE!!!

whether he’s praising you or you praising him he loves it sm

growing up with a father who’s a dream walker he’s definitely heard some shit about jakes life before he was an avatar

once heard his dad talking about something called “head” upon further investigation (asking norm) he had taken this amazing and i mean AMAZING idea to you

took you guys a while to figure it out but once you do???

has never nutted so fast in his entire life

like i mean he barely had time to register he was cumming just long thick ropes being pushed down your throat

play with his balls??? he’s a goner. lick them, suck them and if you pull just a little bit he’ll yelp🤭

wanna get your way?

sit him down in your shared hut, rub his shoulders get him real comfortable then put his dick in your mouth

he’ll agree to anything (his hands buried in your hair pulling just a little bit “yes! yes i’ll do it- anything- just please, please keep going”)

wanna fuck him so bad it hurts💔

Lo’ak

LIKE FATHER LIKE MF SON!!!

a whiner, beggar, moaner all the er’s

he’s so loud too omfg

when i say beggar i mean BEGS

like his life fucking depends on it. he can’t help himself (“please jus- please! i’ll do anything, please, please, please” drool coming out his mouth)

moans. long drawn out ones too. especially when he’s cumming can’t help it he just feels so good

was definitely there when teyam heard about the whole head thing. took it back to you too and somehow you just caught on so fast

shakes when you give him head. i mean tremors through his whole body whining about how good it feels

favorite position is cowgirl why you may ask? TITTIES!!!

boob guy all the way he loves them sm so when you’re riding him he gets to suck on them. his eyes def roll back

cums too fast. poor baby can’t help it. it just happens and he tries to warn you he tries so hard (“baby slow down please. i’m gonna- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” whines all the way through it)

his tip is so sensitive. you don’t even have to suck him off completely suck on his tip and he’s a goner

his ears too!!! bite his ear just a little bit when you’re riding him and he’s bucking up into you trying so hard not to cum.

dw even if he finishes too fast he never leaves you hanging

he figured if you can go down on him he can go down on you ofc there’s some differences but he learned and he learned well

is lo’ak my favorite? yes. do i wanna fuck him so bad? also yes.

I’m on my knees begging for hockey player Geto 💵🥺🧎🏻‍♀️

i’m working on it rn. give me like a week or two and it’ll be out, trust🙏🏽🙏🏽

tyty🙏🏽🙏🏽

She’s still pretty

in which, y/n loves her baggy clothes and jack loves her.

fluff, just a lil angst nothing major (i’ll start dropping that shit later), SMUT, sweet smut though nothing to hardcore just some p in v, praise, protected sex. WRAP YOUR WILLY BEFORE YOU GET SILLY THE SUPREME COURT ALREADY WILDIN WE DONT NEED NO MORE GODDAMN BABIES CAUSE YOU WERE BEING DUMB with love though <3

A/N: i said i was gonna start posting so here you go. also this was written on my phone cause i can’t find my computer💀

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Y/N was never really seen as a “girly girl”. she always wore baggy clothes, it started when she was about eight, she would steal her ten year old brothers t-shirts because they were “cooler” and from then on, the obsession with baggy clothes only grew. of course growing up as a little girl and teenager in the early 2000’s, she was bullied for it but she didn’t care. Y/N felt comfortable so it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. when her first hit song “Pretty Little Birds” hit the charts and she was getting interviews with magazines and major celebrity news outlets of course they always asked why she dressed the way she dressed. her answer was always the same.

“being a woman or even just a feminine person in this day and age, you’re expected to over-sexualize yourself, it’s like, a standard.” Y/N says on an interview with Teen Vogue Magazine. “but i want to be someone who can express that you can be feminine without dressing that way or dress like an ‘average’ feminine person, you get what i’m saying? like, it’s ok to be feminine because ‘your body, your choice’ but you don’t have to be hyper-feminine. because at the end of the day you’re still feminine. ask anyone i hang out with - i love girly shit, i love makeup and cute clothes and shit like that but i don’t have to exaggerate that to be perceived as feminine.”

from then on it became a trademark for her and she loved every second of it. Y/N met Jack one fated night out with her friends, she went out with her friends at a club in Atlanta because she had just dropped another song and her friends wanted to give her a break as she was overworking herself. she threw on some cargo pants and a loose shirt before exiting her house and driving to the location her best friend Destiny sent to her. before she could get in her car she got another notification from Destiny.

D🤎 - bitch you better hurry tf up. you’re never gonna believe who’s here.

Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it because Destiny always had a tendency to exaggerate when someone even the slightest bit popular was at the same venue as her. but what she didn’t expect was for her best friend to be openly flirting with the one and only Urban Wyatt in a club at 10 o’clock at night on a Saturday.

Y/N walked over and tapped Destiny on the shoulder as to not interrupt the conversation she had going on with Urban. Destiny turned around with the widest smile on her face and dramatically gasped when she made eye contact with her best friend. she threw her arms around Y/N in a tight hug and whispered something in her ear about how hot Urban was, Y/N couldn’t really hear over the music. Y/N returned the smile and ordered a cranberry juice before turning back to the two other people across from her.

“hi.” she held her hand out to Urban and he took it giving her a firm shake. “i’m Y/N.” Urban responded with a ‘i know who you are’ but not in a rude way, more of a ‘i’m more than aware.’ Y/N obviously knew who Urban was seeing as she was a fan of Jack Harlow and before she could even finish her thought Urban was waving someone over. before she knew what was happening Jack Harlow was standing in front of her. she sized him up realizing she really underestimated how tall he actually was. “um-” Y/N thrusted out her hand awkwardly and introduced herself. Jack let out a chuckle before shaking her hand - Y/N took note of how soft and warm his hands were.

“nice to finally meet you in person.” Jack said as he picked up his water bottle and took a sip.

“huh?” it didn’t click in Y/N’s head that jack was talking about the back and forth the two had over interviews. “oh, yeah, you too.” Y/N looked over to Destiny, her eyes practically screaming for help but Destiny was too wrapped up in running her hands along Urbans chest. Jack and Y/N sparked a connection after Jack DMed Y/N on instagram and that became public knowledge while Y/N had a interview on The Breakfast Club podcast.

“so Y/N.” Charlamagne tha God started. “have any major celebrities - or anyone you would consider a major celebrity - reached out to you.” Y/N thought about the question for a moment before answering.

“i mean- anyone… damn let me think.” the group laughed before she finally got her answer together. “people like, SZA, and Doja Cat have reached out which made me really happy. um… Drake, Kendrick Lamar, even Arianna Grande.” Y/N thought again before answering, wondering if she should say her next thought but she figured ‘why not.’ “Jack Harlow, too.”

“Jack Harlow, really?” Angela Yee asked.

“yeah, that was like, a major shocker to me.” Y/N smiled at the group, reminiscing on when Jack messaged her. “it wasn’t like- he wasn’t flirting or anything if you’re thinking that.” Y/N wanted to make that clear, knowing Jack had a ‘playboy’ rep.

“and what did he say? if you don’t mind me asking.” DJ Envy said.

“hold on, lemme get my phone.” Y/N dug into the pocket of her sweats before opening up her phone and opening instagram. “he said… ‘hey, i just want to introduce myself formally and let you know that i think it’s really dope that you’re popping out the way you are and how you’re climbing up the charts so fast. wish all the best - Jack.”

“and how did you respond to that?” Charlamagne questioned.

“i said, ‘omg i never thought you would reach out to me this way, thank you for the nice words and i wish all the best for you as well.”

“that’s it?” the three asked.

“yeah, i mean, i didn’t really know what to say. and i’m like, kind of an awkward person so i did the best i could without sounding weird.” she said laughing.

that was late 2021 ever since then the two had a small banter with eachother over the internet. one would mention the other in an interview or anything similar and the other would respond. they never met in person, their schedules too full to ever link but tonight seemed like the night. to clear the awkward tension Y/N cracked a joke and Jack went along with it, from then on, the two connected.

Neelam and Mariah (Y/N’s manager) saw this as paparazzi had publicized it and the two reached out to eachother, both thought it would be great for their clients to start hanging around eachother. Jack and Y/N agreed enthusiastically as they got along quite well. first it would be small appearances, their two groups hanging out together but eventually Jack and Y/N got comfortable popping up at eachothers houses as they both lived in Atlanta. fans from both sides thought the two were dating at first but that theory was squashed when Jack and Y/N both posted they were just friends. Destiny and Urban started dating three months after they met and everything was smooth sailing.

when Jack and Y/N started doing interviews together it practically broke the internet. their fandoms joining forces and becoming one large group. their friendship was like none other, you could see they both platonically cared for eachother and their bond was strong. but there was that portion of people who didn’t think Y/N was fit to be friends with Jack because of how she dressed. at first Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal… until it was. extreme Jack fans started bashing Y/N simply for breathing. Jack tried to help Y/N through it but nothing could so, she decided to suck it up and move on. things eventually died down and everything went back to normal or as normal as it possibly could before Jack started acting… weird.

it was gradual. it started with small whispers to Urban and then physical contact. Jack wouldn’t hug Y/N like he used to, it was a small thing to notice but Y/N did being the observant person she is. Y/N thought she did something wrong but out of fear of Jack ending their friendship - Y/N was developing feelings for Jack and figured it’d be better to have him as just a friend than not at all - she didn’t say anything. at some point Jack started bringing more girls around - really pretty girls. girls with pretty brown or blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on for miles. standing next to them Y/N felt… ugly. one time the group was hanging and Destiny wanted to take a picture to document the moment. Jack and the girl he had brought home for the night decided it was best for her to stand next to Y/N, to not raise suspicion. Y/N agreed and the girl sat down on the couch next to her and Y/N looked at this girl - Jackie was her name - and all Y/N could do was criticize herself.

here Jackie was, face beat to the gods, the dress she was wearing had to be the shortest one in her closest and the pretties red pumps Y/N had ever seen. she looked at herself, hair slicked back into a ponytail, her graphic tee she stole from her brother in junior year, black sweats and her absolute favorite pair of Nikes. she wanted to throw up. that night she went home and cried on the phone with Destiny.

“why can’t i be pretty like them.” tears streaking down her face and bag of chips in hand.

“no, babe you’re just as pretty, even prettier.”

“then why doesn’t Jack want me.” she sobbed.

“cause he’s a fucking dick.” Destiny sighed angrily.

“D, he’s your boyfriends best friend.”

“ok and? you should not be crying over no little fucking boy.”

“he’s not a little boy-“

“stop fucking interrupting me. and don’t stick up for his bitch ass. Y/N/N you are so fucking beautiful and i’ll be damned if my best friend is crying over some bitch boy. you are too fucking pretty for that and babes i’m sorry that he doesn’t like you, i know how it feels. but you cannot be sad in the house because of it. you can’t dwell on something that’s never happened yes it’s sad and i know this seems harsh but i really don’t want you to be sad over a guy. especially not a guy like Jack.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked confusedly.

“if you stayed at Urbs and Jacks as much as i did you’d see all the girls Jack brings in and out of there. it’s all the same; they sign an NDA, he fucks them then they leave. i don’t want you to be one of them, you don’t deserve that especially not after-”

“i swear to fucking God if you bring up Sean-”

“it’s the truth Y/N/N.”

“what’s the fucking truth. there’s a fucking difference between wanting someone who doesn’t like you back and having some cheat on you.”

“is there really-” Destiny didn’t mean to start an argument but Sean was a sensitive topic for Y/N.

“yes! stop fucking doing that bro! not all of us can be ms. perfect like you and pull any fucking guy we want. sometimes you have to work for that shit! not every guy i meet is going to be like Sean.”

“i’m not saying they are Y/N/N-”

“then what the fuck are you saying? i get that you’re trying to look out for me but stop fucking hovering over me like i’m some goddamn child.”

“i’m sorr-” before Destiny could finish her sentence Y/N hung up the phone. Destiny sighed pulling up to Jack and Urbans shared apartment. she got a notification and checked her phone.

Y/N/N🤎 - i’m sorry. ik you care but sometimes you just have to let me do me

after that, no one heard from Y/N for three days. she decided to some… “redecorating.” she found all her clothes that she never really wore and tried them on. all tight dresses, short-shorts, and tight shirts. the next time she showed up for a get-together at the boy’s house Jack damn near didn’t recognize her. her tight black strapless dress that held her boobs perfectly and ended right under her ass and her UGG slides with her perfectly manicured toes and nails. Jack hustled over to Urban and dragged him into the hallway by his arm.

“dude, what the fuck.” Urban questioned.

“i’m bricked up.” Jack answered, exasperatedly.

“why did i need to know that.”

“because of the person who did it.”

“if you say Destiny, i will beat your ass.”

“fuck no, love her but she’s not my type.” Jack sighed.

“then who?”

“Y/N.” Jack mumbled.

“who?” Urban couldn’t hear him.

“Y/N.” Jack answered. Urban snorted.

“you’re kidding, right?” Urban couldn’t believe his ears.

“why would i be?”

“‘cause Y/N/N’s like a little brother.”

“she’s still pretty. she’s always been pretty.” Jack stared at Y/N from the hall but something was off. her smile wasn’t as wide and she seemed hostile. “i’m gonna go check on her.” if Urban responded Jack couldn’t hear as he was already taking long strides over to her. when he finally reached her his arm wrapped her waist and he landed a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/N immediately knew it was him as this was a habit they’ve grown into.

“hey.” she smiled at him.

“hey, what’s with all the get-up?” he gestured to her, trying hard to not stare directly at her boobs.

“do you not… like it?” her voice raised a pitch in embarrassment, she went out her way only for him to not like it.

“no, it’s not that you look good, great actually. i just, you’re not my usual girl. what happened to the sweats?” he loved this outfit, if the tent in his pants didn’t say anything but he also loved her in her usual attire.

“just wanted to change things up i guess.” she chuckled awkwardly.

“so where’d this come from? you did some shopping without me.” he tried to joke but Y/N got defensive.

“you do know sometimes i like to dress up right, i don’t just walk around looking like some teenage boy all the time.”

“teenage boy… what are you talking about Y/N/N?”

“forget it jack.” she grabbed her keys and hustled to the door.

“ma, wait.” before she could exit the house Jack grabbed her. and there it was, that damned nickname. he always called her Y/N/N but any girl he was remotely interested in he would charm them with that name.

“is that what it takes Jack?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“ma, what are you talking about.” Jack was confused, with half of his blood rushing to his dick he couldn’t think straight.

“i have to be… pretty for you to give me the slightest amount of your time.” she snatched her arm away from him. “i have to play dress up for you to pay attention to me.”

“ma, no-”

“don’t fucking call me that!” she snapped. Jack saw the tears streaking down her face and tried to pull her into a hug, like he had done so many times before. “don’t touch me!” she pushed him away. “i’ve been pining after you for months and i have to dress up for you to actually want anything to do with me!?”

“ma-” the glare Y/N sent Jacks way could have set him ablaze. “Y/N, where’s this coming from.”

“don’t be fucking stupid, Jack.” she scoffed. “everyone fucking knows i like you but you don’t even look in my direction.” they were in the hall of the apartment building now. “i’m going home.”

“let me at least drive you.” Jack tried to bargain but everyone knew how stubborn Y/N was.

“no. tell D i said goodnight.” he watched as she walked down the stairs and left. when Jack walked back into the apartment Destiny and Urban had sorrowful looks on their face. Jack trudged into his room and collapsed on his bed. the music started to die down until it stopped completely then Jack heard a knock on his door.

“yeah?” Urban opened the door and sat beside Jack on his bed.

“so, what happened?” Urb asked.

“she thinks she has to dress up for me to give her attention.”

“is that not the case?”

“fuck no. i like her the way she is and yeah the dressing up is a bonus but it’s not necessary.” they say in silence for a minute before Jack added on. “she said she’s been pining after me for months.”

“no shit.” Urb scoffed, like it was obvious.

“what?”

“she had the fattest crush on you, bro.”

“you said she was like a little brother.” Jacks brows were furrowed.

“yeah cause you treated her that way.”

“how did i treat her that way!?” Jack was getting annoyed now. not once did he ever treat her like a little brother.

“bringing all these girls around and bragging about how good you fucked them.” Urb ticked off his fingers. “telling everyone how you liked girls the exact opposite of her.”

“that’s a pick-up line!” Jack retorted.

“telling her you see as her as a little sister.” Destiny chimed in, now standing in the doorway.

“it’s a pick-up line.”

“hell of a pick-up line.” Destiny said as she came over and started playing in Urbans hair.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now?” Jack asked looking towards Destiny.

“you could go find her and apologize.” the couple agreed.

“do you think an apology is enough?”

“Y/N’s a simple girl. if you can admit your wrongs and truly apologize to her she’ll probably forgive you.” Destiny said, she knew you like the back of your hand.

“probably?” Jack questioned.

“with the way you treated her… it might not be that easy.” Urban added.

“why?”

“that girl was in love with you.” Destiny said, a small smile on her face as she made eye contact with Urban. “she would fall at your feet if you asked. and when she loves, she loves hard. it’s why i worry for her but she’s a big girl. she can handle herself.” before Destiny could even start her next sentence Jack was up and grabbing his keys off his nightstand.

“where are you going?” Urb asked.

“to apologize.” Jack rushed to Y/N’s apartment. she only lived 30 minutes away but he made it in 17 (maybe running some lights in order to get there). he took to steps at a time as made his way upstairs to her apartment floor. knocking on her door, he heard some shuffling before the click of the lock. she opened her door and even with her eyes red (a sure sign she’d been crying) she was still one of the - if not the - most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. “i’m sorry.” he rushed out.

“if you’re just saying sorry to say it, i don’t wanna hear it Jack. so you can just leave.” Jack pushed himself into the apartment before she could slam the door in his face.

“no, ma.” he stood in front of her now. “i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not the prettiest girl in the room because you are. i’ve never felt this way for anyone. you make me smile by just existing.”

“then why do you bring-”

“i bring all those girls around because i can’t have the one i want.” he finished her question. “i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you. if you’re still mad at me i completely understand but just think about it.” he was headed to the door before a grip on his arm stopped him.

“i’m not mad, Jack. i never was. i was embarrassed.” they stared at eachother before Jack made the first move. all thoughts left his brain completely as his lips met Y/N’s. hers were so soft compared to his. her hands instinctively gripped his hair in the back, a small moan escaping his lips. his hands - that were previously on her waist - tapped the underside of her leg, signaling her to jump. her legs wrapped around his waist and he helped himself to her room, muscle memory helping him along the way. Jack laid her on the bed gently, trailing kisses from her lips to her neck. sucking a hickey onto the underside of her chin.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma. prettiest girl ever.” he moaned against her neck. he continued trailing kisses down her body, lifting her - his - shirt above her boobs and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth. Y/N whimpered at the stimulation as Jacks hand played with her other nipple. he sucked on one and played with the other until they were hard peaks and Y/N was panting from arousal. he continued kissing down her body until he reached her belly button. he rested his head against her stomach.

“wait.” he broke away, panting. taking her in, her swollen lips, and warm cheeks. “i don’t- i don’t want you to think this is what i came here for. i just wanted to talk, we don’t have to do anything. but if you let me, i will show you just how pretty i think you are. only if you want, ma.”

“i want to. i want you, please.” the way Jack looked at her was like she hung the moon and the stars.

“ok, ok.” he nodded his head against her stomach before kissing her bellybutton and kissing his way between her thighs. he left bite marks and hickeys all over the flesh of her sensitive inner thighs. his beard tickled her as he played with the band of her underwear. he snapped it against her softly, silently asking if he could take them off. Y/N reached down and lifted her hips as she took the garment off herself. she tossed her underwear to the side as she laid back down. Jack stared, her pretty pussy glistening with arousal.

“stop staring, Jack.” Y/N began to grow self conscious as she closed her legs. Jacks hands quickly slipped between her thighs.

“no, don’t do that.” Jack placed a kiss on the hood of her clit that was peeking through. “just so pretty, ma.” Y/N shuddered, not expecting Jack to be so hyper-focused on her pussy. a borderline pornographic moan escaped her lips as Jack wrapped his around her clit and sucked roughly. “taste good too.” he presses feather light kisses against her clit making his way down. he licked up the arousal from her entrance before dipping his tongue in, his thumb running figure eights over her clit. he toyed with her for a bit, light kisses and touches, dipping his tongue in and out before pulling away completely and watching her chest rise and fall heavily.

“please, Jack, no teasing. please.” she had practically sobbed.

“you gotta be patient, pretty girl.” the new nickname made her whine. just as another beg was about to escape her lips, Jacks index finger circled her entrance, slipping in easily. he walls clenched around his finger when he sucked on her clit. she was already on the edge from his teasing and as he slipped in his middle finger, she came around them with a cry. Jack continued his assault on her clit, sucking harder and pressing his fingers up to find that spot. he knew he found it when Y/N let out a strangled moan, her fingers found their way into his infamous curl brown hair and gripped onto the perfect tresses.

“Jack, Jack.” she mumbled over and over again, the name seeming to be the only thing on her mind. Jack looked up from his position between her thighs and the sight above him made him moan, his eyes damn near rolling to the back of his head. Y/N’s head was thrown back, her chest shaking with her sporadic breaths. her grip on his hair got tighter as she approached another climax, her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the peak. her legs shook as Jack continued to suck her through he orgasm. “too much.” she muttered.

“no, no. you can give me one more, right, pretty girl.” he convinced her as the tip of his tongue drew tight circles over her clit.

“one more, one more.” she uttered, her eyes blown wide with lust. Jack slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her wrist - her grip on his hair getting a bit too tight - and pinned them against her sides. “Jack, s’too much.” she slurred but Jack didn’t let up, he sucked harder on her clit and Y/N’s fists gripped the sheets below her. Y/N’s thighs quivered before snapping shut around his head. a scream escaped her lips as she was sent over the edge again. her entire body shook as Jack brought her to her third orgasm. one of her fists got away from his grasp on her and she begin to push his head back, her entire body way too sensitive to experience another orgasm so quickly. Jack finally let up, sitting back with Y/N’s juices shining on his chin.

“you did so good for me, ma.” he slid himself between her legs before kissing her. Y/N could taste herself on Jacks lips and the thought of how Jack was eating her out like a man starved made her moan. her hands slid down to his belt before she felt one of his much larger hands cup hers. “you don’t have to. i just wanted to make you feel good.” he reassured her.

“i know.” she nodded. “but i want to make you feel good too.” she looked up at him through her lashes and her eyes were sparking. the post-orgasmic glow making an appearance. Jack removed his hand from hers as she unbuckled his belt. she dropped the belt off the side of the bed as she pushed jacks pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. she rolled over and sat on top of him before reaching into her nightstand to grab a condom. she slid the condom onto jacks erect cock before gripping his shoulders and hovering over him. she lowered herself down slowly, Jacks cock stretching her open. “oh God.” her head fell against his shoulder as she adjusted to the size of his cock within her. “you’re so big.” the admittance had Jacks cocks twitching.

“don’t say things like that, ma.” Jack said breathily. “gonna have me blow my load before we even start.” Y/N clenched around him tightly and he threw his head back as he moaned. “so fuckin’ tight, pretty girl. didn’t think i’d fit.”

“i could do it.” she said stubbornly.

“i can see that.” Jack nodded. “i can feel that.” he groaned as he bucked his hips. Y/N started rocking slowly before she gradually got faster, riding Jacks cock hard and fast. “there you go, baby, good girl.” Y/N moaned at the praise. “so fuckin’ good for me, ma. ridin’ me so good, pussy all tight.” his Kentucky accent thick as he spoke. “feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum?”

“want- want you to cum with me. please, Jack, need it so bad.” she sat up to look into his eyes. his cerulean blues almost gone, just a thin line around his black irises. “please.” she tightened herself around him purposely that time and Jack let out a strangled grunt.

“i gotchu, pretty girl, you can let go for me.” the order plus the sound of his strong accent sent her spiraling over the edge. her head fell back as she came, the spasming of her pussy threw Jack over the peak unexpectedly. he released into the condom with a grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling the bubble at the end of the condom, his grip so tight on her hips bruises were sure to form in the shape of his hand later. she fell against his shoulder, panting as they came down from their highs. Jack rubbed circles on Y/N’s back until her breathing calmed down, when he looked at her she was half asleep he rocked her gently until she awoke and told her to go pee (PEE AFTER SEX GUYS!!!!). as she was sitting on the toilet staring into space, Jack came in and ran a bath.

“so… what does this mean?” Y/N asked gently as she sat in the warm water of the tub.

“well, if you’d let me, i’d like to be yours.” Jack said back, just as soft.

“really?” a small smiled played on Y/N’s lips.

“really.” Jack stated firmly. he rubbed soap into her shoulders.

“i’d like for you to be mines.”

“really?” Jack repeated her earlier words.

“really.” Y/N reiterated. “but i don’t have to dress up right?”

“never. you’ll still be my pretty girl.” a blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. she craned her neck slightly to look at Jack as he met her halfway, their lips locking into a gentle kiss. the kiss quickly turned to more as Y/N’s wet hands slid into Jacks hair. Jacks hand slipped between her thighs and met her clit. the contact sent a jolt through Y/N, Jacks fingers rubbed over her clit until Y/N reached her fifth climax the night. her body was completely spent as she slumped against Jack. she reached behind her for Jacks cock but he stopped her midway. “no, ma. it’s ok.”

“but i want to.” she replied, sleepily.

“you’re tired.” Jack stated matter of factly. “we can do whatever you want, later. ok?”

“mhmm.” she sighed softly. Jack helped Y/N out of the tub and carried her to her room. he put a oversized shirt on her before laying her in the bed, he had changed her sheets, she noted. “i have some of your clothes.”

“oh, really?” Jack had a smirk on his face.

“in the top drawer.” she pointed. Jack opened her dresser to see a bunch of shirts and sweats he had given her over time.

“i wonder how other guys felt seeing this.” he joked.

“never been other guys. always you.” she said halfheartedly before finally falling asleep. Jack stared at her, his cheeks bright red. he dressed himself before slipping into the bed next to her, pulling her into his side and cuddling into her as she drifted off.

the next morning Y/N awoke to Jack lying beside her. he was still sleep and she took him in. the constellations of freckles on his face. how his beard was more of a ginger color in the center rather than chocolate brown like his curls. she brushed his hair out of his eyes before planting a kiss onto his lips. she got up and washed before heading into the kitchen. when Y/N came back with a bowl of cereal in hand, Jack was sitting up scrolling on his phone.

“hey.” she muttered lightly.

“hi, ma.” he smiled at her. she sat beside him in bed eating her cereal as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid his head in the crook of her neck.

“any plans today?” she asked, wishing and praying he’d say no.

“no.” a small smile made its way onto her face. “was hoping i could spend it with you.” a grin broke out on her face at that.

“i’d like that.” she smiled at him.

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over the next few weeks the two were inseparable. the relationship was outed to Urb and Destiny when they walked in on Y/N and Jack making out in the kitchen. Y/N was pressed against the counter as Jack held her there, damn near humping her. Urban cleared his throat and the two broke apart like two teenagers caught by their parents. Destiny looked at Y/N worriedly before Y/N mouthed ‘i’m ok’. meanwhile Urban was dabbing Jack up like they’d just won the lottery.

“you finally got the girl.” Urban said, happy for Jack.

“yeah, i did.” the pride seeping through Jacks words. he watched as you talked to Destiny and when your eyes met his, you smiled before turning your full attention to your best friend. “i finally got her.”

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i hope this was good!!! if it wasn’t don’t say anything just shhh… antyways. it was t supposed to be like this but i kinda like it so.

i have an idea… y’all wanna see ice skater!reader x hockey player!geto..?

it’s here!

A BLACK GIRL RUNS THIS BLOG BITCH

slow

just, slow down.

warnings/labels - MDNI!!, decided to switch the narrative of a guy actually taking women into consideration (omg!! men who care😱) and decided gojo needs a lil love aka, reader takes gojo into consideration, fem! reader, fluffy smut, pnv, pwp, lil bit of nipple play (i wholeheartedly believe gojo has sensitive nipples, fight the wall), gojos in love, reader shows him how to love (fuck) her.

authors note - you know when people post and say “this was supposed to be a drabble but i got carried away” i always questioned if they were serious or not but now?? i understand. i’m so in love with the idea of being in love

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when gojo first met you, he didn’t think anything would come of it. he just assumed you’d be another colleague of his but you quickly proved him wrong.

it started with quick, shy glances. those quickly because fleeting touches which would burn his skin and leave a mark ingrained in his brain of where you placed your hand. looks became less shy, touches became more certain and then you asked him out. you asked him out and that day he knew he was hooked. the moment he kissed you, he knew he was going nowhere, his brain already planning your future together. your lips met and he wanted to devour you but before he could go any further you pulled back and murmured something about taking it slow.

“d- did you not like it?” he asked nervously, face burning red.

“no, satoru.” you laughed and his face paled. “i liked it i promise but could we slow it down?” it came out as a question and he was confused on what you meant.

“slow it down?” he repeated, trying to understand what you meant.

“yeah, like…” you didn’t finish your sentence instead leaning in and pressing your lips against his. he let you take the lead, wanting to see what you meant. and he finally understood. your lips moved slowly against his, parting just a bit and breathing him in. you meant slow literally and gojo likes this more. he was used to being rushed, everyone around him expecting him to do any and everything quickly but you didn’t. you let him do things on his own terms and now he was doing them on yours. slow. he was used to women rushing him, just trying to get him into their beds, lips moving hurriedly, all teeth and tongue as they stripped him.

but you, you took your time. when you parted your lips enough to slip your tongue into his mouth, he groaned. your hands trailed down his abdomen and met his, moving them from the harsh grip on your hips to up your back, cradling your body and allowing him to pull you closer. the two of you now flush against each other as gojo hunched over to keep his lips against yours. you licked into his mouth moving your tongue against his, tasting him and taking whatever he’d give to you. you finally let go as you felt light headed from the lack of air and looked up to gojo. for your date tonight he opted for glasses instead of his usual blindfold, he had taken them off when you reached your door and as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes, they were sparkling.

“like that.” you finished your earlier sentence. all he could do was nod dazedly, too entranced by you to actually respond with words. “so i’m gonna go inside now…” you backed away slowly. “you’re welcome to come in if you’d like.” you added.

“god you have no idea what you do to me.” he sighed breathily so caught up in you. “but i can’t. i have um, paperwork.” his voice was raspy and breathy as he panted.

“oh, ok.” you sounded disappointed. and he grabbed you just a bit tighter before you could slip away.

“please don’t think i’m shooting you down.” he was quick to explain himself. “trust me, there is nothing i’d like to do more than come in there with you but if i’m late on my assignments one more time, yaga will be on my ass.” he clarified.

“satoru, you’re fine.” you smiled at him. “i understand, i don’t want you any later on more work than you already are. we can just continue this another time.” you smiled at him. he went in for another kiss and as your lips met you let out a satisfied hum.

“another time.” he agreed. he watched you enter your apartment and then made his way back to his car, when he finally took a seat and looked down, it was exactly as he thought. there he was, sporting a semi in his slacks and he wanted nothing more in the world than to go back to your apartment and ravish you. but he had already promised, another time.

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for a while gojo wasn’t sure another time would happen. curses had been popping up more and more out of nowhere and when he finally got to the bottom of it, it was weeks later and he was scared you wouldn’t be interested in him anymore. but after you reassured him you still wanted to go out with him and understood how important work is he finally got you where he wanted you for weeks.

you were under him in his bed, completely bare for him. he was kissing you slowly, just as you taught him and your hands were all over him. trailing from his back to his chest and you rubbed your thumbs over his nipples jokingly but he had whined into your mouth and you laughed. giggles escaping your mouth and flowing into his. he pulled back to look at you with one of his eyebrows raised. “you like that?” you questioned.

“lil’ bit.” he murmured, his face completely red from you finding out he has sensitive nipples. you laughed some more before gripping his hair and pulling him back down to you.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, i like that you let me touch you, let me figure out what makes you squirm.” you brought his lips back to yours and bucked your hips, his cock soaked in your wetness gliding against your heat and he moaned. he reached over to his nightstand, searching for a condom, pulling back from your lips to look at what he was doing. he finally found the foil packet and tore it open, ready to slide the rubber onto his cock but you stopped him, taking it from him and gliding it onto him instead. he groaned, your hand moving up and down his shaft as you finally got the condom on.

“fuck. fuck, stop.” you looked up at him. “you gotta stop or i’m gonna cum.” his voice was breathless, panting as you continued to move your hand.

“what if i want you to?” you challenged. he shook his head.

“can’t.” he grit his teeth. “fuck, i can’t. when i cum, i wanna be inside you. and it’d be a waste of a condom.” he laughed, you finally took your hand off him and he sighed. he lined his tip up with your entrance, circling it, smearing your slick over the condom and your pussy lips. your hole was clenching around nothing as he teased you.

“please ‘toru. don’t tease me.” you pouted at him and he thought that if you kept looking at him like that, he’d give you the world. he finally pushed in, stretching you open and settling so deep within you. you moaned in bliss as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing against all the spots that made you squirm. he choked on a groan when he finally settled all the way in, you’re so warm and he had to stop moving or he’d be damned to cum too early. he gave you time to adjust to his girth and length and for himself, staving off his orgasm. “you can move now, ‘toru.”

“fuck, just give me a second, please baby, just a second.” he moaned into your neck. you simply rubbed his back as he pressed his entire body flush against yours. he finally felt he was in the clear as the orgasm settled. he sat up, resting his arms beside your head and he started moving, setting a quick rhythmic pace. your nails dug into his lower stomach and he whined, face falling back into your neck.

“‘toru, ‘toru, slow down.” you sighed out, tits bouncing up and down from how fast he was going. he pulled his head up to look into your eyes. “slow down.” you said lowly, not a command but he followed your direction anyway. “i like it slow. like when you take your time.” you told him. you moved your hands from around his neck to his hips, gripping them as you showed him how to move. “l- like that.” you stuttered as he moved at the pace you enjoyed. your back arched, chest pressing against him as his cock rubbed against your walls. your moans were so soft and gentle in his ears. with the way you’re guiding his hips and how slow he’s moving he can really feel you and while he’s used to the fast pace of sex this is different. good different.

every time he pulls out and pushes back in he can feel you clenching around him, every twitch and clench of your pussy, he can feel and it has his head reeling. he’s never felt this good and he can feel his orgasm building again. his stomach is clenching and his hips are twitching with his every movement. your moans spur on his own and he’s whining into your ear. his hand moves to rub your clit causing your eyes to roll back and choke on a moan. “‘toru,” his name falling from your lips has a visible affect on him as he caves in on himself. “‘toru, i’m gonna cum.” your voice is high pitched, your knees locking around gojos hips as he keeps pressing into your sweet spot and rubbing your clit. your thighs are twitching and you clench so tightly around him he has to grit his teeth.

your back arches as your orgasm washes over you and you go completely silent. it takes you in waves, starting from the pit of your stomach and flowing throughout the rest of your body. your mind is completely blank, all you can see and hear is white and you don’t notice you start crying out for gojo, pulling him down into your grasp. he falls into you as your entire body trembles, shaking as you cum. your chest is heaving as you come to, body shaking as gojo keeps thrusting and rubbing your bundle of nerves. you feel his hips stutter against yours and his back tensing, he’s trying so hard to not cum yet, wanting at least one more orgasm out of you. he’s shocked he made it this far and he’s determined to keep going but you have other plans.

you grip his hair and turn yourself towards his ear nibbling at it and your other hand comes up to his chest and rubs over his nipple. you suck and bite at the skin behind his ear, the sensitive part you found earlier. your thumb and index finger tweak his nipple, pinching and twisting it. “want you to cum ‘toru. want to see how pretty you look when you cum in me.” he whines loudly into your ear. he’s trying so hard to not cum but when you play with his body they way you are and whisper in his ear so prettily, who is he to disobey you? his hips slam into yours one more time and he buries himself in you, trying to get as close as possible.

just as yours, his orgasm starts in his lower stomach but he swears he can feel it in his soul. he’s moaning and whining loudly in your ear as you continue to lick and prod at his body and he shakes. he’s stuttering over words, trying to tell you how good he feels but fails, his body won’t let him. his hips are grinding into yours, grinding into your clit and his cock is twitching as he shoots his load into the condom. he cums so hard for the first time in his life since he was a teenager, he swears he’s going to pass out. you’re still pinching his nipple and biting his ear, dragging his orgasm out as rope, after rope, after rope, leak from his over sensitive tip. he’s crying now, tears falling onto the skin of your neck as he keeps cumming. there’s so much of it he fears it will leak out of the condom but is that so bad? to see his cum leak out of your clenching hole and he wishes that you would have let him go bare. he prays to god you’ll let him fuck you without a condom next time.

his body finally calms down and he falls slack on top of you, cock still twitching deep in you. he’s panting heavily, his chest finally filling with air after holding his breath for so long. you move slightly, just trying to get comfortable and he cries out. “fuck don’t move, ‘s sensitive.” he sobs, voice so high he barely recognizes himself. you freeze in your spot and murmur apologies, kissing wherever you can reach and rubbing both your hands up and down his back. he’s still shaking and you fear it won’t stop.

“satoru.” you say worriedly. “are you ok?” you’re concerned, so concerned. you hadn’t meant to harm him, you really hadn’t but now you’re afraid you had. he laughs but stops almost immediately when it causes his hips the slightest movement.

“m’ ok.” he mumbles. “jus… i’ve never cum that hard.”

“oh…” you’re surprised, to say the least. while you know gojo isn’t the most popular with girls - he’ll never actually admit it out loud but he’s too afraid to actually approach a woman, past relationships and flings were initiated by the female counterpart - you expected him to have better experiences than you. he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength from his body that feels like jelly, pulling off them condom, throwing it to where he hopes the trash can is and collapsing beside you. he falls onto his stomach and places his head on a pillow to look at you.

“are you ok?” he mumbles sleepily, he’s never usually worn out after sex but you’ve gotten to him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’m ok.” you move closer to him, resting your head on your hand that was supported by your arm and trailing your fingers up and down his back, tracing the freckles and blemishes there.

“i really like you, y’know.” you blush at his words.

“i really like you too.”

“i was being serious.” you raise an eyebrow at him, questioning what he meant. “i’ve never cum that hard. i don’t think anyone’s ever taken their time to see what i like. but you did. you always see what i’m ok with before anything. thank you.” his eyes are falling shut.

“you’re welcome.” you whisper leaning over to press a kiss into his hair, ready to turn on your other side and fall alseep but gojo wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him. tangling his body with yours before pulling his comforter over you two and passing out. you look at him and giggle. just as him, you could get used to this.

of course you two don’t always take it slow over the course of your relationship. you both have your moments when you’re begging for more, faster but gojo likes when you’re like this and he enjoys taking his time with you and slowing down.

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i’m in heat. (it’s ovulation week.)