Sometimes Being Alone Is All I Wanna Do.

Sometimes being alone is all I wanna do.

No, like not in a depressing way, but she gets me,

the girl in the mirror.

Who always cleaned your room, did your hair at 6:00 am every day for school, got dressed, put on makeup and looked cute five days a week? From the time she wakes up to when she’s goes to sleep- she’s always there for me when one of my posters fall down on the floor, and I wake up half an hour later asleep on my bed and I find it fixed, who do I think of? Me. I do all of that for me. And I don’t know why but there are so many reasons to love the girl in the mirror as much as she loves me, I can’t bring myself to feel worthy enough.

CHOSO KAMO who loves when you ride him and take control. He always ends up in a mess under you.

“F-fuck, you make me feel so good baby”.

CHOSO KAMO who loves when you rub your hands through his hair as he eats you out. He loves to feel the coolness of your fingertips on his scalp.

“Mmm baby, you taste so fucking good”.

CHOSO KAMO who loves to cling onto you, especially during intimate times. He loves to feel your body pressed against him.

“I love you so much, f-fuck”.

CHOSO KAMO whose favourite position is reverse cow girl. Everytime your backs turnt to him he can’t help but lick, suck and bite. Creating small marks all over your back.

“Mmm, gonna mark my pretty girl up, you’d like that huh?”.

however, there are times were he switches..

CHOSO KAMO who has always craved to be the dominant one during sex. Once he had you vulnerable, he made sure to never go back.

“Fuck Baby, tell me how good I’m making you feel”.

CHOSO KAMO who loves to choke you during missionary; always feeling you clench on him as he tightens his grip on your neck.

“Mmm, You like when I squeeze your neck don’t you, pretty girl?”.

CHOSO KAMO who went feral once he found out about backshots. He didn’t know that he could feel himself so much deeper in you than he already had been.

“I’m gonna fucking break this pussy baby, s’all mine right?”.

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a\n: this is lwk shit but I haven’t posted in timee so here you go!!

Okay stick with me but-

Roommate Sukuna!? Stoner AU 😭

Who walks in on you rolling a joint- making you jump in surprise. But he helps you out with it, and a little playfully banter here and there. You joke about recalling a time you hit a joint from between your friends boobs, and you jokingly ask if you guys should try it out.

“Don’t tempt me roomie.” He chuckles low, his gaze daring you to put the joint between your cleavage, already turning him on with the cute little lace tank top you decided to put on today. You take him up on his dare, teasing him, slowly slipping the joint between your boobs.

His hands find their way to your waist, lightly pulling you closer, and his other hand trails up to your side, teasing you. His head dips down a bit, his hands holding you in place as he takes a hit of the joint nestled between your breasts.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours sweetheart?” He whispers low in your ear, exhaling the smoke from his lungs, the marijuana heightening both of your senses, his eyes hazy from the weed, and something else. “S’kuna…” you hold back a gasp, a slight flush on your cheeks.

“Tell me what you want baby. Use your words.”

Okay stick with me but-

Roommate Sukuna!? Stoner AU 😭

Who walks in on you rolling a joint- making you jump in surprise. But he helps you out with it, and a little playfully banter here and there. You joke about recalling a time you hit a joint from between your friends boobs, and you jokingly ask if you guys should try it out.

“Don’t tempt me roomie.” He chuckles low, his gaze daring you to put the joint between your cleavage, already turning him on with the cute little lace tank top you decided to put on today. You take him up on his dare, teasing him, slowly slipping the joint between your boobs.

His hands find their way to your waist, lightly pulling you closer, and his other hand trails up to your side, teasing you. His head dips down a bit, his hands holding you in place as he takes a hit of the joint nestled between your breasts.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours sweetheart?” He whispers low in your ear, exhaling the smoke from his lungs, the marijuana heightening both of your senses, his eyes hazy from the weed, and something else. “S’kuna…” you hold back a gasp, a slight flush on your cheeks.

“Tell me what you want baby. Use your words.”

Yk who u are