#Insecure

[warningsine]

[wildandsmile]

ℑ𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰

Summary: You been feeling really insecure about yourself ever since you found out one of them popular cheerleaders on campus got a thing for your boyfriend Sugawara it seems everyone thinks they be better together then you guy.

C/W: Fingering,Cream-pie, Praising, Sir Name, Sub Reader, Dom Sugawara, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), Rough sex, mirror sex, fem reviving, insecure, self doubt, bodying shame, food disorder, trash friends, school drama.NOT PROOF READ IF YOU SEE A GRAMMAR MISTAKE YOU ACTUALLY DIDNT

Wc:2.9k

An: This is my first fanfic in a while so sorry if it sucks TvT

You and Sugawara had been dating since your sophomore year of college, and for a long time, everything felt perfect. You had never felt more loved, more seen, or more safe in someone’s arms.

But things started to change during the second semester of your junior year.

After coming back from winter break, you heard the first whisper — a small rumor that one of the cheerleaders had a crush on Sugawara. And just like that, something in your chest twisted.

You didn’t want to talk about it. Sugawara was yours, and you were his. He always made that very clear to everyone else. But still… that girl was gorgeous — long lashes, flawless skin, the kind of smile that could sway anyone in her favor.

And you?

You couldn’t help but glance at your own reflection. Your lashes weren’t princess-like, your skin was far from perfect. You kept picking at yourself, little by little, until you felt like a puddle of skin — wishing someone would just soak you up and throw you away.

When your friends brought up the rumor, you laughed it off. Told them it was silly. But the words always stuck, looping in your head every time you passed a pretty girl in the hallway or saw one in the campus café.

It got worse the day you saw her in class — in her best uniform, flipping her hair slowly, laughing a little too loudly while eyeing both you and Sugawara and then slowly looking at you like you were just a stain; she couldn’t get rid of.

He didn’t notice. Of course he didn’t. That’s just who he was: friendly, charming, warm with everyone. You knew it wasn’t his fault. But it didn’t stop the little voice inside your head from whispering:

“What if he realizes he could do better?” “What if he decides to leave me?”

You tried to quiet the voice, but it only grew louder after what you overheard when trying to drop off Sugawara’s notes for today.

Sugawara was talking with a group of his friends when one of them brought it up.

“So, Suga, what’s going on with you and that cheerleader?” one of the guys asked, clearly fishing for drama.

“What are you talking about?” Sugawara replied quickly.

“Oh, come on, man — you know the rumor. That you and that super-hot cheerleader are talking?” another guy chimed in.

Suga didn’t hesitate. “Come on, you guys know I’m with Y/N.”

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t you want someone better? Don’t get me wrong, Y/N’s great, but she’s definitely not in the same league as Miss Popular.”

“Yeah, I mean… seriously, Suga. Do you really want to pass all that up?”

You didn’t wait to hear his answer.

You left. Fast. Head down, heart pounding, the voices replaying louder than ever.

After that, you slowly started pulling away.

Just a little.

You’d skip your shared lunches here and there. Take longer to respond to his texts. Avoid mirrors when you are out together. You told yourself it was nothing. That you were just tired. Just busy. Just being silly.

But inside, you knew exactly what it was.

You were afraid.

Of course, it didn’t take long for Sugawara to notice the changes.

He wasn’t clueless when it came to you. He noticed how you barely touched your favorite foods during lunch — when you actually showed up. The way your texts got shorter and slower. How the dumb little memes you used to send stopped coming. The way you flinched slightly whenever someone complimented him instead of the two of you. Or how you just stood there, frozen, when another girl openly flirted with him in front of you.

He even caught you zoning out sometimes, staring at your reflection in windows — pushing your face at different angles, like you were made of clay. And when your skin didn’t cooperate, you'd chew on your bottom lip like it had done something wrong.

So one evening, when he saw you trying yet another skincare routine — the third this month — he finally brought it up.

You were sitting on his bed, scrolling through your phone, searching for eyelash serum and weight loss tips, while he cleaned up his desk. He glanced over at you, then sat down beside you — his presence warm and close.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said gently.

You shrugged. “Just tired.”

His brow furrowed, but he nodded. “Okay. Tired.”

You thought he’d drop it. That he’d believe you.

But this was Sugawara. Of course he didn’t.

“I miss you,” he said softly. “You’re right here, but… it’s like you’re not really here anymore.”

Your throat tightened. You didn’t mean to look at him, but you did — and of course, his eyes were soft and full of worry, hazel like a warm spring, and it made your stomach twist into knots.

“I’m fine,” you lied. But your voice cracked halfway through.

He reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers like he always did when he wanted you to know he was still there.

“Y/N,” he said, voice even softer now. “Talk to me. Please. Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it by yourself.”

You tried to hold it in — you really did — but something about the way he looked at you, like you were the most fragile thing in the world, cracked your chest open.

“You don’t see it, do you?” you whispered. “Everyone stares at you like you’re the golden boy. You’re smart, kind, gorgeous… and I’m just… me. I’m the girl everyone thinks got lucky.”

Your voice dropped lower. “They don’t look at us and smile, Suga. They look at you and then at me like, ‘How did that happen?’ They think it won’t last. Or worse — that you could do better.”

Sugawara’s smile faded completely.

Yet you continued “That cheerleader. The girls that flirt with you right in front of me. Even your friends — they talk about me like I’m not even there. Like I’m just... a placeholder.”

It was all out now. The fear. The hurt. The aching vulnerability that had been gnawing at you for weeks.

For a second, Sugawara didn’t say anything. His thumb traced a small circle on the back of your hand, steady and slow.

Then he let out a breath. “Sugar, I hate that you heard that. And I hate even more that you believe it’s true.”

You looked down, ashamed. “Well… it is, isn’t it?”

“Hey.” He gently tipped your chin up, making you meet his eyes. “No. It’s not. Not even a little bit.”

“But she’s—”

“She’s not you,” he said, cutting you off. “She’s not the one who stays up with me when I’m stressed about exams. She’s not the girl who hugs me after practice when I’m still sweaty. Or the one who makes me laugh when I feel like I’m failing. She’s not the one I think about when I wake up or when I fall asleep. That’s you, Y/N.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours.

“You’re more than enough, Sugar. You always have been. I don’t care what they say. I love you. Just you. As you are.”

You couldn’t stop the tears then. But they weren’t heavy or painful.

They came like a quiet release — like your chest could finally breathe again.

His words settled over you like warm sunlight, melting the icy weight you'd been carrying.

You didn’t realize how tightly you’d been clinging to your fears until now — until he was holding your hand like it was the only truth he needed, his forehead resting against yours, his voice wrapping around you like silk.

You didn’t mean to kiss him first — not really.

But when he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering those words like they were meant to stitch you back together, something inside you just broke open. You reached for him like he was the only solid thing left, and before you knew it, your lips were on his.

It was soft at first. Gentle. A question more than anything — "Is it okay if I fall apart here, with you?"

But when he kissed you back, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing away the tear trailing down your cheek — it changed.

His lips moved with more heat, more certainty. Like he wasn’t just trying to comfort you anymore — he was trying to remind you.

Of every time he’d looked at you like you were his whole world. Of every “I love you” he had ever whispered into your neck, your skin, your soul.

You pulled him closer, crawling into his lap without thinking, fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. He gasped a little at the sudden pressure — and the sound made something low in your belly twist.

His hands were warm on your hips, grounding you. Possessive, almost. Like he wanted to hold all the pieces of you together, even the ones you thought were unlovable.

He pulled back slightly, breathless, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. “Sugar let me show you how much you mean to me ”

You nodded, barely able to breathe as his hands slid slowly down your sides, tracing every inch like he was memorizing you. His lips brushed over yours once more—slow, deep, worshipful—before trailing kisses along your jaw, down your throat, and across your collarbone. Every touch sent sparks dancing over your skin, chasing away the doubts that had clung to you for weeks. Sugawara didn’t just want to comfort you—he wanted to unravel you, remind you of every reason he’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

That’s how you end up spread out in front of the mirror with Sugawara sinking to his knees as his kisses go up your legs, slowly making his way to your inner thigh, his lips ghosting right over your slick folds.

He wastes no time sealing his lips around your clit, sucking the sensitive nub greedily as his tongue swirls around it. Sugawara's hands grip your inner thighs tighter, holding them open as he feels you squirm from underneath him.

His eyes flick up to meet yours, burning with desire and a dark promise as he laps up your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, you taste so sweet, sugar,” he says in a sinfully low growl as he feels your fingers tangle in his short hair, gripping it tightly as you hold his face further into your aching cunt.

“Oh fuck, Sugawara,” you cry out, your head tipping back as you fill with the intense pleasure forming a tight knot in your stomach. Sugawara just snarls in response, the sound muffled against your flesh as he starts moving a little faster. In the second you can’t help but catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror by reflex, you look away.

Sugawara notices and growls into your sensitive cunt. “Don’t look away, Sugar. I want you to see how gorgeous you look with that fucked outlook on your face,” he says as his lips and tongue work in tandem, licking and suckling your swollen clit as he slowly drives two long, calloused fingers deep into your velvety cunt. He pumps and curls them, stroking your sweet spot until your toes curl and your eyes roll back in pure bliss. 

“That’s it, baby; show me how I make you feel,” Sugawara purred as he looked up at you, watching the sweat drip from your forehead, watching the way your eyebrows pushed together as you tried to hold back. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he whimpered before diving right back into your slick-covered cunt like it was his last meal, his lips now ghosting over your clit once more, sucking hard as his fingers work smoothly inside your gummy walls, pushing you closer to your sweet release. 

The obscene sound of your juices squelching and the wet, sloppy noises of Sugawara's lust-filled moans filled his dorm room as he fucks you like your his everything, determined to make you come undone. “M’mm fuck I-I’m cumming s-slow down please”

Sugawara slows as he feels your body tensing, your walls fluttering tightly around his rough fingers. He gentles his touch, leaving your clit with soft, kittenish licks as he murmured soothing words against your sensitive flesh “Shh, I’ve got you, Sugar” he whispered easing you down from your high, trailing kisses up and down your thighs as your breathing returns to normal. Once your body has stopped trembling, Sugawara rises and captures your lips in a deep kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. It's intoxicating, causing your to squeeze your legs together.

“You did so good for me sugar,” he praises, breaking kiss to trail his fingers along your jawline “Came so fucking hard for me” Sugawara eyes gleam with satisfaction yet there still cloudy with lust as he starts kiss along your neck “I don’t think we're done yet. Not even close. we're not stopping until this whole campus knows your mine.”

He shifts you in his lap until you're straddling his muscular thighs, his rigid cock nestling between your slick folds. "I want to feel you wrapped around my cock all night long sugar,"

Sugawara groans, rolling his hips up to grind his shaft against your sensitive clit. "I want you to feel how good you make me feel."

Sugawara’s hands grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guides your hips to undulate against his.

“Please fuck me already," you purred as you started rolling your hips, feeling the tip of his cock tease your sloppy cunt. 

He needed no further encouragement, his hips surging forward as he gripped your thighs and pushed himself deep inside your slick, dripping cunt.

"Ahhh, Sugar! You feel incredible," Sugawara groaned, burying his face against their neck as he began to move, his hips rolling in deep, powerful thrusts that reached your cervix at the very start.

He set a relentless pace, driving into you with all the pent-up passion and desire he had been holding back. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your escalating moans and cries of pleasure.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock deep inside; I’ll make sure to fuck all your insecurities away," Sugawara growled, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot that made you see stars. "You're mine, all mine. I'm going to make sure you remember it."

One hand slid up your body to palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers. The other hand gripped your hip, holding them in place as he rutted into them like a man possessed.

Sugawara could feel his release building rapidly, the coil of heat in his belly winding tighter and tighter with each deep, animalistic thrust. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with the way your silken walls clenched and fluttered around him, drawing him in deeper with each surge of his hips.

"Sugar, fuck! I'm close," he panted harshly, his voice strained from the effort of holding back the need to fill you up right then and there. "I want you to feel how much I love you,” he stuttered, grabbing your hands and placing them on your stomach, holding them there as he thrust into you, making you feel every inch of him as he bruised your cervix. 

Sugawara growled with lust, the sight of your hand on your stomach with his, feeling the prominent bulge of his thick cock buried deep inside you, was driving him crazy. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim every inch of it, swallowing your moans and cries.

"Feel that, Sugar? Feel how deep I am inside you?" Sugawara rasped against your lips, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips. "I'm so far inside this tight little pussy, you can feel every inch of my cock stretching you open."

He hooked your leg over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to plunge even deeper into your core. Sugawara could feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful thrust, the sensation making his balls tighten and his orgasm rush closer.

"I... I'm going to... sugar, fuck! I'm coming!" Sugawara roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he slammed into you one final time. His cock jerked and throbbed as he painted your insides white with thick ropes of his hot cum.

At the same time, he reached down and rubbed your clit, playing with you already overstimulated nub. “M’mm fuck, I’m cumming, you purred.”

Sugawara felt your walls clamp down around him like a vise as your orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling and writhing beneath him. The sensation of your silken gummy cunt spasming around his still-throbbing cock pushed Sugawara over the edge.

"Ahhh, sugar! Yes, baby, come on my cock!" Sugawara cried out, his voice ragged and raw with ecstasy. He gripped your hips tightly, holding them in place as you rode out your high. 

Sugawara collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you possessively. He peppered your face and neck with soft, reverent kisses, murmurs of love and adoration falling from his lips.

Sugar," Sugawara whispered, his voice still rough and heavy. "You did great for me, love."

He ran his fingers through your hair, gently brushing it back from your sweat-dampened brow. Sugawara gazed into your eyes, a look of pure satisfaction shining on his own. He looked at you and smiled before saying, “I love you, sugar, now and forever.” With that, he pulled the cover over both of you before giving you one more soft kiss and saying. “I’II deal with those assholes tomorrow ok.” God, you really loved this man.

Ps: if you have any requests or ideas real free to drop them in the box any writing tips are also welcomed.

[serenityquest]

I never knew this!!!! 😮

[spac3y-d0g]

shoutout if you hyperfixate

Shoutout if you say sorry to everything

shoutout if you have trouble speaking for yourself

shoutout if you overthink

shoutout if you snap for no reason

shoutout if you use neopronouns

shoutout if you don’t use pronouns

shoutout if youre part of the lgbtqai+

shoutout if youre trying your best

shoutout if you can’t handle every day life

shoutout if you don’t fit in your body/species

shoutout if you made it through yesterday <3

Adding more because it made me so happy to read through the comments and reblogs :3

shoutout if you’re 1 minute clean

shoutout if you successfully made it out of a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you’re stuck in a abusive household/relationship

shoutout if you can’t communicate your needs

shoutout if you can’t love anybody in a romantic way

shoutout if you don’t know your gender/sexuality

shoutout if people don’t understand how your brain works

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shoutout if you made it out of bed this morning

shoutout if you ate some food today

shoutout if youre hydrated right now

shoutout if youre trying your best to take care of your self <3

Whelp gotta edit this again bc of how many hate I'm getting with my "your" and not "you're" (dw I've deleted most of them) :(

[zanephillips]

JAY ELLIS Insecure 1.04 "Thirsty as Fuck"

[rain-rainynights-side]

will i ever be secure enough in the idea someone could love me enough that i will never have to worry about whether they actually mean it when they say they love me?

[teacupofhought]

What if, no matter what I do, I never truly feel enough?

as a person, as a friend, as a sister, as a partner, as a.........

[crazygnomenclature]

I tested it later on, and unfortunately putting sprinkles in the microwave with marshmallows just cause the sprinkles to fall off the expanding mallow. Sorry I lied.

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[todostoast]

born to say do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me do you hate me forced to say wyd

[mattsnight]

summary: in which… matt gets insecure after finishing too fast.

contains: sexual content, blowjob, cursing, use of y/n…

A/N: this fic is based on this request. also english isn't my first language. !!

this wasn’t supposed to happen. ever. you weren’t supposed to have sex with your bestfriend’s brother, but you did (and it was so amazing).

you had hooked up with matt, nick’s brother, whom you thought was an innocent, sweet guy… you were wrong. the words that had left his mouth were so not the matt you knew from school. and those moans and whimpers… it got you worked up to the fullest.

“mm y/n.. that feels so good..” matt moans pathetically, his words barely understandable as he arches his back off of the couch. his hand is tangled in your hair. he’s trying to get some sort of grip, while your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

a sharp gasp escapes matt’s lips and you can feel his grip on your hair tightening, signalling he’s getting close. “fuck fuck fuck.. i can’t— y/n please i can’t.” he whimpers out as his eyes shoot up to look at you. “you’re gonna make.. oh my god.. make me cum… shit.” he sits up, his mouth wide open while he gasps for air.

not even a second later he comes hard and deep inside your throat. you can feel his warm cum slide down your throat as you swallow it. “mmffph…” matt lets himself fall back, his hands covering his face. a small smile forms on your face as you look at his face. “hey— hey. what’s wrong, huh?” you say, your hands rubbing his thighs in slow circles.

“i came so fast..” he looks away from you gaze, obviously embarrassed. “that’s so embarrassing.” there’s a moment of silence between the two of you before you speak. “oh matt, its okay. that happens sometimes.” you try to reassure him.

“but its the first time we did this. i should’ve tried better to hold it.” he says, sighing. “listen matt. it happened a few times to me too. i wouldn’t judge you, ever, okay?” he looks back into your eyes, starting to feel a little better. “okay.. that makes me feel better..”

“good, now want to try something new?”

[fangirlfuel]

Everything You’re Not

(Is Everything I Want)

---

At first, you didn’t notice it. The glances. The whispers. The comments buried in harmless conversations.

You were just the girl who loved Charles , the one who never missed a FaceTime call, who stayed up during red-eye flights just to catch a glimpse of him crossing the finish line through a blurry stream. You made him laugh when he was tired, gave him space when he was under pressure, and believed in him when the headlines didn’t.

But the more races you went to, the more it chipped away at you.

It wasn’t just the glamor. It was the quiet way you were not like them , the other girlfriends, fiancées, models, heiresses. You weren’t wearing Balenciaga. You didn’t know how to walk in sky-high heels across gravel without wobbling. You weren’t friends with designers or stylists or team principals’ wives.

You were the girl who bought Zara on sale. Who still checked your bank account before saying yes to weekend plans. Who couldn’t afford to fly to every race unless Charles offered, and when he did, your stomach twisted into guilt.

You weren’t used to being taken care of. You were used to being enough on your own.

But suddenly… you weren’t.

Not in this world.

Not when the cameras loved every other woman’s angles. Not when Twitter compared your outfit to someone else's Dior. Not when fans whispered things like, She’s cute, but she’s not WAG material.

You hated that you cared. But God, you did.

—

You didn’t bring it up to Charles. Not at first. He was already under so much pressure, the car, the strategy, the championship, the media. You didn’t want to add your fragile self-worth into the mix.

But he noticed anyway. Of course he did.

He noticed the way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you shrank beside him at races instead of holding his hand like you used to. He noticed how you suddenly insisted on staying home. On watching from your tiny apartment with the curtains drawn. He noticed your silence more than anything.

And eventually, he asked.

Not as Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s star. Monaco’s golden boy.

Just as your boyfriend. The man who adored you.

—

He flew to see you right after the Barcelona race, skipped the fancy gala, the yacht party, all of it. Just knocked on your door in a hoodie and jeans, carrying a bag of groceries because he knew you wouldn’t have eaten.

You opened the door and tried to pretend everything was fine.

He stepped in and kissed your forehead.

“You’re lying,” he said softly. “Even your hug felt different.”

You froze.

“I’m just tired.. ”

“No,” he interrupted gently. “Tired feels different. This is something else.”

You bit your lip.

“I’m not like them, Charles,” you said suddenly, voice cracking. “And I think the whole world knows it.”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard.

“The girls in the paddock. The ones on Instagram. The ones who can afford to be at every race. Who wear designer without trying. Who look like they belong in your world. I don’t. I feel like some….out-of-place tagalong who’s embarrassing you.”

His entire face fell.

You laughed bitterly, tears burning behind your eyes.

“Even when I do show up, I get compared to everyone else. I don’t want to ask you to fly me places. I don’t want to be the reason people say you could do better.”

Charles reached for you before your voice gave out.

“You are never an embarrassment,” he said fiercely, hands cupping your face. “You hear me? Never. Not for one second.”

You looked down.

“I’m just… not enough, Charles. Not for this life. Not for you.”

���Stop.”

His voice broke a little. Like he couldn’t believe you’d ever say that about yourself.

“You don’t have to wear Dior for me to love you. You don’t need to be anyone but yourself. You’re not less than because you don’t live out of a suitcase or spend ten thousand euros on a purse.”

He took a deep breath, then leaned in closer.

“You are the only person in my life who makes me feel like Charles. Not the driver. Not the brand. Just me.”

Your bottom lip trembled.

He continued, voice low and unshakable.

“You think I want someone who treats me like a trophy? You think I’d trade the way you hold my hand when I’m anxious for someone who knows how to pose for a photo? No. Never. Because you are the person I come home to !, not Monaco. You.”

You let yourself cry then, your walls cracking wide open in his arms.

“I hate that I care what people say,” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to fight this alone anymore.”

You nodded against his chest.

“And for the record,” he added softly, tipping your chin up, “when you walk into the paddock? You are the most beautiful woman there.”

You scoffed through a watery smile.

“I mean it,” he said. “You walk in like you don’t even know you steal the spotlight. It kills me. Half the team has a crush on you.”

“Liar,” you mumbled, blushing.

He grinned, kissing you slow and sure.

“I love you. Not for how you look in front of a camera. Not for what you wear. Not for how rich you are.”

He brushed a tear from your cheek.

“I love you for being you. For grounding me. For making me laugh. For never treating me like I’m more than human.”

You felt your chest finally loosen, the heaviness lifting.

“You don’t have to be like anyone else, amour. I didn’t fall in love with them. I fell in love with you.”

You nodded, breath hitching.

“I’ll still get insecure sometimes,” you whispered.

“And I’ll remind you,” he said, holding you tighter. “As many times as you need.”

You melted into him.

For the first time in a long time… you felt like you belonged.

————

PS.

[jibitzlesscrocs]

I saw the heartwarming chubby x Matt sturniolo, could do like a smutty one but the reader is inexperienced and has never really showed her body to anyone, or anything sort of like that. Thank youuuuu!

warning : sex, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, a hint of insecurity, praising

sexy to me

in which, matt eats chubby!reader out

It started with your shirt tugged between your fingers.

You sat on the edge of Matt’s bed, eyes flicking down as he stood in front of you—shirtless already, breathing slow, waiting. You’d kissed like this a hundred times. Touched, grinded, whispered things you meant.

But this? Letting him see you? That was new. Raw.

“I can keep the lights off,” you offered softly, barely meeting his gaze. “If that’s easier.”

Matt didn’t answer at first. He leaned in, brushed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips, then lower—your jaw, your neck. His hand found yours, slowly pulling your fingers from the hem of your shirt. “Or…” he whispered, “you could let me see the girl I’ve been dreaming about since the second I met her.”

You flushed. “Matt—”

“I mean it,” he said gently. “You don’t have to do anything. But I want to see you. All of you.”

Your heart pounded. You nodded. With shaky fingers, you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing soft skin, rolls, stretch marks. All the things you usually hid behind layers, behind humor, behind insecurity.

Matt’s eyes didn’t hesitate. He looked hungry. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You’re unreal.”

You moved to cover your stomach instinctively, but Matt grabbed your wrists—not hard, just enough to stop you. “Don’t.” His tone softened. “Don’t hide from me, baby. You’re fucking perfect.” He kissed down your chest, hands roaming slowly—deliberately. Not avoiding your softness, but appreciating it. Gripping your hips with both hands like he needed to feel you. Sinking into your plush thighs with an audible moan.

“Do you know how bad I wanted to touch you like this?” he muttered. “I think about it every time you sit in my lap. Every time you wear those tight-ass jeans. All this soft skin—fuck, it’s all mine, right?”

You whimpered, nodding. “Yours, Matt.” He kissed your belly, slow and reverent. “This? Drives me crazy. You have no idea. And your thighs?” He settled between them, spreading them apart with ease. “Heaven. Fucking heaven.”

You gasped as he pressed open-mouth kisses down your body, his breath hot and shaky.

“I’ve never done this,” you whispered. “Not with anyone. No one’s ever really seen me like this.”

He looked up, eyes dark and warm. “Then I’m fucking honored.”

He lowered himself again, lips trailing toward your heat. “Let me show you what it’s like to be wanted exactly as you are.” His mouth on you was something you couldn’t have prepared for. Messy. Gentle. Filthy. Loving. He buried his face between your thighs like he belonged there, tongue lapping at your folds with slow, hungry strokes. Your moans made him grind into the bed—needy, feral.

“Fuck—Matt—oh my god—”

He groaned when you tugged on his curls, sucking on your clit just to hear you cry out again.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped against you. “Sound so fuckin’ hot when you’re falling apart.”

When he pulled back, chin wet, he kissed the crease where your thigh met your hip.

“Wanna be inside you so bad. You ready for me?” You nodded, breathless. “Please. Want you. All of you.” He kissed you as he lined himself up, whispering, “You’re gonna feel full, baby. Gonna stretch you real slow.”

And he did.

Your thighs wrapped around his waist. Your belly pressed to his as he sank into you inch by inch, whispering praise with every soft whimper. “You take me so good, fuck—so tight. So warm. So perfect.” You clung to him, overwhelmed, every soft roll of your body pressed to his, and not once—not for a second—did he look away.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he moaned. “This body? This pussy? You were made for me, baby. Made to be fucked just like this.”

You moaned his name, trembling as his hips rocked into you, deep and slow.

“Every inch of you,” he panted, “is my favorite fucking place.”

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MAI’S STORE

[firelise]

Cinematic parallels - "F*ck them kids!"

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part II (2012) Insecure (2016-2021) Killing Eve (2018-2022)

[tojiswyfe]

HEAVY LOVE

just thinking about how satoru would comfort you when those insecure thoughts get a tad bit too loud.

he'd fuck them out of you. when i tell you this man would absolutely worship your body, i mean it. i mean, the best way to drown out those pesky thoughts is by overpowering them with the sound of his pretty girls throaty moans as he spells the word 'perfect' with his slender fingers on your poor overstimulated clit... right?

satoru would definitely be the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks all those bad thoughts away and when he sees your pathetic attempt at burying your face in his muscular shoulders he'd say some sly shit like,

'aww, dont get shy on me now baby. let me see that pretty face again, hm?'

'y'know you're my perfect girl, yeah?'

satoru could never let his girl go about her day having all those thoughts looming above her head like a stormy rain cloud because to him, you're a goddess.

[melodicmelancholia]