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idk if you noticed but in your ony fic u described ony’s eyes as green😭😭 i love your blog btwww❤️

wait this is completely my fault i got like 3 req like this and im now realizing that not everybody uses the term “green eyes” for high/glassy eyes LOL ty for lmk

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summary: you’re ovulating, you dont wanna ask onyankapon for what you want but he doesn’t play that beat around the bush shit.

wc: 3.4k

cw: onyankapon x black!fem reader, smut (mdni) dom!ony, established relationship, raw sex (use protection), PIV, oral sex, use of papa & daddy (whats new), slight brat taming, light restraint, edging, teasing, ony ate it through your panties, reader is ovulatingggg, ᥫ᭡ = y/n

Onyankapon was stretched across your bed, black t-shirt riding up just enough to show his happy trail and a sliver of his toned stomach. He had a fresh taper fade, that small silver stud in his nose and his diamond earrings catching the light when he turned his head. He had one arm behind his head and the other lazily scrolling his phone, looking like he was way too comfortable.

Your body still felt like it was buzzing from earlier, the way he had pressed against you while you forced him to watch the new ‘Wednesday’ episode that just came out, leaving heat pooling low between your thighs. You were ovulating, and every brush of his hand against you had left your skin tingling, a sharp ache curling deep inside. He was rubbing up on you just enough to make you think something might happen, especially because you were wearing nothing but a skims sleep wear tank top and a pink lace thong that clung to your curve of your hips.

He just slid back onto his phone after the episode like none of it mattered. Even now, lying sideways across him, every stretch, every shift, made you painfully aware of the way he fit against you, too close to ignore, and how badly you wanted more.

“Ony,” you called after staring at him for at least 10 seconds, you grew irritated as he didn’t even look at you once.

“Hmm?” He hummed, eyes not leaving the screen.

“You came over just to ignore me?” you asked, your voice carrying that edge of attitude only he got from you. You were lying sideways across him, your curly flip-over spilling over his chest, but he barely looked up.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t start. I’m right here. Ain’t I?”

“Yeah, you here but not paying attention to me,” you shot back, reaching up to snatch his phone out his hand and laid it beside you. He let you take it, didn’t even fight you for it—just watched with that lazy, unreadable look in his eyes like he was two steps ahead of you already.

“Then what you want, mama?” His voice was low and steady, chest vibrating under your ear as he spoke.

You shifted, climbing up so you were half on top of him, your thigh brushing against his waist. “Want you to take a nap with me. Like a real nap. Stop scrolling.”

He tilted his head, brown eyes flicking over your face. “You tryna babysit me now?”

You rolled your eyes, settling your cheek on his chest anyway. “Boy, hush. Just shut up and sleep. Only 30 minutes.”

Ony sighed through his nose, but his arm came around you anyway, hand resting heavy on your waist. You lay there for a moment before reaching down and played with the waistband of his basketball shorts, he raised his eyebrows and watched your hand toying with his shorts. For a while he just let you do it, it was quiet—the hum of your fan, and your guys’ breathing syncing up. You almost believed he’d actually go to sleep and not take the hint until you heard your name break the silence as soon as you started toying with the band of his boxers too.

“ ᥫ᭡.” he murmured, letting his hand linger just a little against your side. He looked at your finger run just under the waistband.

“What?” you said, shifting to look at his face, a little caught off guard.

His expression still unreadable, but the way his eyes glinted told you he wanted you to tell him what you wanted. No, what you needed. “You gon’ tell me what you want for real, or just actin’ like I’m supposed to read your mind?”

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low as his words sank in, thick and teasing. You swallowed, fingers still grazing the edge of his boxers, every glance from him made it impossible to act casual. He noticed the hesitation and the flicker of attitude on your face—the way he would always make you say out loud always had you embarrassed every single time.

“I taught you to speak your mind didn’t I? You don’t get anything if you don’t tell me what you want. Y’know better. Don’t start with your attitude either, jus’ tell me what you want.” He wasn’t moving yet, just leaning back, brown eyes locked on yours, waiting patiently.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, sat up a little, letting your body press fully against his chest. “I—didn’t actually wanna take a nap, I want dick.” you murmured, voice low, almost teasing yourself as much as him.

Ony’s smirk widened, that lazy, cocky confidence radiating off him as he let his hand drift from your waist down to your hip, fingers brushing just enough to make your pulse spike. “Mmm, thought so.”

His palm slid down over the dip of your ass, squeezing once before dragging his fingers back up to your waist, slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. That smirk on his face made your stomach flip, because he wasn’t rushing—he never did.

“You could’ve said that five minutes ago instead of playin’ with me,” he drawled, voice deep, carrying that sharp edge of authority. He shifted under you, his length pressing against your thigh now, proof he’d been waiting on you. “But nah, you wanna sit here actin’ like I’m s’posed to read your mind. Open your mouth and say it again. Proper this time. What you want, mama?”

Your breath hitched, heat flooding your cheeks. The demand in his tone had your stomach tightening, thighs pressing closer together.

“I want you, Ony,” you whispered, almost a whine.

He clicked his tongue, and shook his head. “Nah. You want dick, don’t you? Say it.”

Your stomach dropped, feeling both embarrassment and arousal together until you could barely think straight. “I want your dick,” you breathed, louder this time.

Ony’s grin widened, satisfied, like he’d just wrung the truth out of you. His hand sliding down to palm your ass harder, pulling you flush against him. “See how easy that was? Don’t make me force it out of you next time. You know you only gotta ask, ma.”

“I shouldn’t need to ask for shit.” you mumbled under your breath, the embarrassment and annoyance still tingling in the back of your head. You thought you said it low enough he couldn’t hear you, but Ony heard you though, loud and clear.

His head is between your legs before you could even blink, big hand spread across your stomach to keep you down. You’re whining, tugging at the band of his shorts, but he just smirks down at you. The room was almost pitch black, the only light source was the ‘Wednesday’ title screen on Netflix from the TV.

“Nah,” he mutters, eyes heavy but sharp. “You think you just gon’ pout n’ get what you want? Where your manners at? You don’t even know how to ask.”

You huff, back arching when his hand drags slow over your thigh, stopping right at the hem of thong. “daddy, please—” you whine, thinking you can sweet talk him into giving you what you need.

“That don’t sound like you apologizin’” His voice is low, lazy, teasing but firm.

Before you can argue, he’s pulling your panties to sit snug against your folds. You bite your lip, heat shooting through you as he kisses up your thigh, not moving the fabric at all.

“Mmhm,” he hums against the cotton, hot breath making it worse. “You gon’ learn. You don’t ask… this all you get.”

Then his tongue presses against the damp spot forming, slow and teasing, licking through the fabric like he’s savoring it. The barrier between you and his tongue makes every movement feel ten times sharper, his teeth grazing, nose nudging against your clit while you squirm.

You let out a frustrated moan, trying to push his head closer, but his hand’s already pinning your hips down. “Uh-uhn’,” he mumbles against you, voice muffled through the fabric. “Take it how I give it.”

Every flick of his tongue has you trembling, whining his name, but he still doesn’t move the panties — not until he hears the exact words he wants.

Your thighs were trembling around his head, toes curling into the sheets as you whimpered, back arching up off the bed. The lace was soaked through, sticking to your folds, clit throbbing every time Ony's tongue dragged slow and rough against it through the barrier. "Papa— please," you whined, voice breaking.

Ony smirked against the damp lace, tongue pressing firmer into your clit just to make you cry out louder. His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you wide open while he hummed low in his chest, the vibrations making your hips jerk.

"Please what?" he asked, finally lifting his head just enough to look at you. His lips were shiny with your slick soaking through your panties, jaw flexing as he held himself back. "Use your words."

You squirmed, frustrated tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "Want you to take 'em off," you whispered, hips rocking against his face, chasing friction.

Ony raised a brow, unimpressed. "That's beggin'? That sound like you serious?" His hand slid down your stomach, fingers pressing over your clit through the lace, rubbing slow circles that had you gasping. "C'mon. Don't play wit' me. You wanted dick so bad, now you scared to use your mouth?"

Your head fell back, a shaky cry spilling from your lips as his fingers kept circling, circling, pressing down just enough to have your thighs trembling. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ony—” your voice cracked, desperate. “Please… take ‘em off. Eat my pussy. Please, I’m sorry for being disrespectful and not askin’ you.”

That was all he needed. A sharp grin spread across his face as he hooked his fingers into the sides of your soaked panties and tugged to the side.

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he muttered before diving right back in.

The first wet swipe of his tongue against your bare folds had you gasping, toes curling into the sheets. He licked deep and slow, savoring you for only a moment before sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking quick and rough until your back arched clean off the bed.

“Mmm… I’m… I’m gonna… ohhh, fuckkk…” you slurred out, almost like you were drunk on his mouth.

He didn’t drag it out—just enough to get you shaking, dripping all over his mouth, thighs quivering around his head while he devoured you like he’d been waiting all night. But just as the knot in your stomach started to tighten, his mouth pulled away with a wet smack.

Your whole body jerked when he pulled away, the cool air of the room hitting your slick folds, clit still pulsing from his mouth.

"Onya!" you cried out, voice sharp with frustration.

He just wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, lips glistening, that same smug grin pulling at his face. "Relax, baby. Didn't I give you what you begged for? Thought you was bouta cum on my tongue in two more seconds."

You whimpered, hips grinding up helplessly, but Ony's already climbing over you, his body covering yours in one smooth motion. His hand pinned your wrists above your head, pressing them into the sheets like they belonged there, while the other tugged his shorts and boxers down just far enough to free his length.

The heavy weight of him slapped against your thigh, hot and leaking, dragging against your soaked folds and resting heavy on your stomach. Your breath caught once you felt it.

He leaned down just enough for his lips to brush your ear, “You gon’ take this shit like you grown.” He pushed in, thick head stretching you open, your walls clenching around him instantly.

Both of you groaned, his breath stuttering as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and pressed flush against your hips.

Your nails clawed at his trapped hand, the stretch burning so good it made tears blur your vision. "Fuuuck, you feel so big-"

Ony cut you off with a sharp roll of his hips, the sudden friction making you choke on a moan. He smirked down at you, watching your face twist, eyes rolling back as he set a pace-deep, deliberate strokes that made your body sing.

"You wanted dick, right? Wanted me to fuck the shit out of you?" His voice was steady even as his thrusts grew rougher, each one punching the breath out of you. "Say that it again. Louder."

"I-" you cried out, his hips snapping harder against you, the slap of skin filling the dark room. "I wanted it, Pa! Wanted your dick-ahhh, fuckkk—wanted it so bad!"

Ony’s smirk widened, teeth flashing in the dim light, as he tightened his grip on your hips and slammed into you harder, making the bed creak beneath you, you almost thought it was gonna break. “There she is,” he growled, voice low and rough.

“Say thank you, baby. We just talked about your manners.” He grinned, eyes locked on your face like he was trying to memorize every expression.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou,” you chanted.

He was fucking you like he was mad at you, and it was exactly what your body needed—every month, when you were ovulating, it screamed for him.

Your head fell back, moaning his name as he began picking up the pace, hips snapping eep and unrelenting, every thrust stretching you wide, filling you completely. His free hand slid from your wrist to grip your neck gently but firmly, tilting your head just enough so he could watch your face contort with pleasure.

“Ohhh, Ony… fuckkk, harder!” you cried, body trembling under him, slick coating both of you as your walls clenched around his thick cock. Your nails dragged down his back, 100% leaving evidence for anyone he took his shirt off around.

He leaned down, lips brushing your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin. “You gon’ cum for me, ma? You gon’ let me hear my pretty little pussy scream?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes!” you screamed, thighs shaking as his thrusts hit every sensitive spot. Your chest rose and fell violently, heart hammering against your ribs.

Ony chuckled low, growling as he slammed into you again and again, each one rougher than the last. “That’s it… take it, take all of it,” he panted, watching your face twist in pure ecstasy, “cum on my cock, ma. Make it messy.”

Your walls clenched, heat snapping through you like electricity, mouth open in a loud, shaky moan as your body convulsed around him. He held you tight, driving through your orgasm until you were shivering beneath him, legs trembling and clinging to him like your life depended on it.

Ony’s hips starting thrusting harder, more sloppy. Every clench of your walls making his eyes start to roll back. “Shit… fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight.

His thrusts snapped harder, ragged moans spilling out as he came deep inside you, warm and pulsing, face buried near your shoulder, milking his orgasm as much as possible. You shuddered under him, still trembling from your orgasm, slick coating both of you.

You could barely even talk, body melting under his weight, heart racing, still buzzing from the pleasure of him filling you completely. He stayed there, holding you close, letting both of you come down from the high together.

He pressed his forehead to yours, voice softer now. “Aight… we can take that nap for real now.”

You let out a relieved breath, curling closer. “Mhmm… don’t move.”

“I wont,” he murmured, hand settling heavy on your waist. “We nap together, just like you “wanted”.”

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You say you write for fun not perfection but every fic I’ve read of yours is 10/10 🙂‍↕️🙏🏾

you guys are so nice thank you 🥹🥹 i try my best

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summary: you went to a friends party but really, you and Gojo ended up “accidently” made the night all about each other instead.

wc: 2.8k

cw: fwb!satoru gojo x fem!black reader, daddy kink, established sexual relationship, raw sex (wear protection), consensual exhibitionism, spit play (ONLY A LITTLE), softdom!gojo

The lounge’s lights bounced in slow waves across the walls, the warm glow bleeding into shadows where people were socializing, drinks in hand. It was your friend’s birthday but your social battery ran out, so you went in a corner by the bar till you felt like socializing again. You leaned against the bar, one hip pressed into the cold marble surface, the other leg bent with your foot resting on the rung of the stool. Your back was relaxed against the counter, shoulders loose, and one arm draped casually along the bar as you sipped your Passion fruit mojito.

Gojo was already at your side — he always was , one knee brushing yours under the barstool, a smirk across his face. He had that look—the one that said he knew exactly how good you looked tonight and didn’t care who noticed. He stole sips from your drink every chance he got, made dumb jokes that only half-landed but somehow the drink had you laughing anyway, and shot you those side glances that you were way too familiar with to ‘just be friends’.

You rolled your eyes at him, but the grin never left his face. “Stop drinking my drink, Satoru,” you said, nudging him gently.

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a shrug, eyes glinting. “Tastes better when it’s yours.”

You shook your head, taking another sip yourself, thinking maybe you should just focus your friends socializing in the middle of the room—but before you could even turn back to the crowd, his hand was at your waist. He pulled you between his legs with a lazy strength, letting his one hand rest just under your ass while his other hand slid in your back pocket as your back faced the crowd.

You froze, brown eyes wide. “Satoru—people are watching.”

He hummed, tilting his head, voice dropping low and warm against your ear. “Good.”

You swatted at his chest when you caught a few people glancing your way.

“Satoru.” you muttered, trying to step back, but just pulled you tighter into him in response.

You glared at him as an attempt to get him to give up but you end up ‘accidently’ looking down at his lips, you quickly looked back into his eyes hoping he didn’t notice.

The corner of his mouth curved higher, like he’d caught you in the act. “You wanna kiss me,” he teased, voice dripping with that insufferable confidence.

“No, not here I dont.” you shot back, but your voice didn’t sound nearly as convincing as you wanted it to.

“Mhm,” he hummed, leaning in until the tip of his nose brushed yours, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers in your back pocket gave the slightest tug, pulling you even closer.

“Gimme a kiss,” he murmured, like it was the simplest thing in the world. No shame, no hesitation—just Gojo wanting something and expecting you to give it to him.

You glanced around behind you before you felt his hand gently grab your jaw, making you look at him. “‘M not over there, I only want one. No one’s gonna see.”

He pulled your lips into his, you give him the quickest peck you can manage before immediately pulling back.

But Gojo just blinked at you, lips still parted, looking almost offended. “The fuck?” he scoffed, he pulled your chin back down, his mouth already claiming yours in a slow, wet, deliberate kiss. Both of you obviously forgetting where you’re at as his hand that was once just resting on your ass starts gripping and you put your arms around his neck.

You quickly pulled back as you remember where you were and looked at him like you weren’t just as into it as he was. You tried to act mad about it, but your pussy was throbbing in your jeans already as you attempted to wipe off the obvious brown foundation that rubbed off on his face.

“Finish your drink. We not staying.”

And from the way his eyes lingered on you, unapologetic and hungry, you knew exactly why.

You took a slow sip of your cocktail, trying to act like his hands weren’t deliberately claiming every inch of you, but the heat crawling up your neck betrayed your efforts. “You really irritate me sometimes.” you muttered, glancing around again.

Gojo leaned closer and murmured, “You know, you really can’t act calm when I touch you.”

You groaned softly. His other hand, still resting possessively on your ass, tightened, pressing you impossibly closer between his legs. The warmth of him against you made it almost impossible to remind him about anything else—even your guys’ friends catching on to whatever you and Gojo had going on.

“Gojo,” you muttered, voice shaky but teasing, “people can see us.”

He tilted his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. “Last name?” he said low, “Y’know we’re more than that.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down your spine. He grinned wider, sipping his drink like he hadn’t just make your stomach jump.

You shoved your empty glass toward the bartender and glanced at Satoru, who was already smirking like he’d won something. “Alright, I’m done with this,” you muttered, as you pull out your phone to the camera, fixing your smeared lip combo.

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The night air hit you as soon as you stepped off the curb, the bass of the music from the lounge fading behind you. You felt a slight guilt creep in, realizing you were leaving your friend’s birthday party early just to get dicked down. You knew they’d probably understand, but still… it felt weird to bail just to follow Gojo out. You shoved the thought down, promising yourself you’d text them later—just a quick “sorry, something came up”.

Gojo, oblivious to your inner guilt, interlocked his fingers with yours while walking through the parking lot. The warmth of him and the teasing energy that always followed him made it impossible to hold onto your conscience for long. You exhaled slowly, letting yourself sink into the familiar pull of him, the one that made you forget the rest of the world.

By the time you reached his place, the city lights outside blurred past, and the anticipation made your stomach coil in that familiar way. He opened the door with a lazy flick of his wrist, pulling you inside before you could even blink. The high rise apartment was dim, just the glow of the skyline filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor.

You stepped in first, the lock clicking behind you, and felt the tension tighten again—the kind that always came when it was just the two of you. You and Gojo never intended to have this kind of a relationship, it was supposed to be a “just one time” kind of thing but you guys couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother after that.

The blinds were open, you could see straight into the building next door. People moved around in their own little squares of light—someone cooking dinner, someone folding laundry, a couple laughing on their couch. A few balconies were dotted with smokers, faces lit by their phones or the bud of a cigarette.

Gojo locked his lips on yours before guiding you to his bedroom. As soon as you walked in, you noticed his windows wide open.

“You forgot to close your blinds,” you said, raising a brow, voice smooth but your pulse already jumping.

“Nah,” he murmured, closing the space between you in two lazy steps. His hands bracketed your waist, his grin sharp. “Didn’t forget. Just figured you’d look better with an audience.”

The backs of your thighs hit the mattress as he backed you up into the bed. He crawled on top of you, knee putting pressure on your clothed pussy as you sighed into the kiss.

Minutes later, you were on your knees, palms digging into the mattress, back arched deep. Lace-front visible at this point but you were in too deep in to give a fuck, hair sticking to your lip oil and your damp skin. His hips met yours in deep, unhurried strokes that made the gold bangles on your wrist slip down with each push.

From your angle, the city was laid out in perfect view. You caught a flash of movement on a balcony across the way—a smoker leaning over the railing, phone glowing in their hand. You were slightly embarrassed but turned on thinking it was a possibility they were looking this way. It makes it even worse because Gojo made sure to turn the lights on and fuck you directly in front of the window. Your thighs tensed, toes curling against the sheets.

Gojo leaned over you, chest pressing to your back, and slid his hand up the front of your throat until his fingers were loosely curled under your jaw. “Look at them baby,” he rasped, his voice low and teasing. “Look at how they could be watching you take it. This pretty pussy getting wetter thinking about it.”

The moan that was bubbling in your throat slipped out—loud, shaky, enough to make his grin widen against your cheek.

“Yeah, I know you are,” he muttered, snapping his hips forward harder as his free hand pushed you into an even deeper arch, pining you to the bed. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mixing with your breathy whimpers. “Let ’em see what this dick does to you.”

Your breath caught when his grip on your jaw tightened—not choking, just holding you still like you were something fragile he still wanted to handle rough. You whined as you close your eyes, like that was going to change that the window was wide open.

“What? You embarrassed?” he murmured against your ear, you can hear the smile that always made you wanna slap the the fuck out of him in his voice but you were too lost in your own pleasure. His hips were relentless now, his strokes hitting so deep you could feel your walls trying to cling to him.

The light from the other building was blinding for a second, silhouettes moving behind glass, the faint outline of someone leaning on their railing. Your thighs were shaking, the shame and thrill running through your body simultaneously.

“Look.” He punctuates with a brutal, hard thrust that makes you gasp. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“‘toru, baby— I can’t—” you breathed.

He chuckled, low and sinful. “You look so fuckin’ good right now,” His free hand slid down your stomach, pressing on your pelvis until your back bowed even deeper.

Then—without warning—he straightened up, dragging you up with him until your knees were barely holding you up and your back was flush to his chest. His palm stayed hooked under your jaw, holding your head in place as he folded you open in his lap.

“That’s it… let me see you,” his tone mockingly sweet while his hips snapped up into you. The stretch felt filthy in this position, every stroke punching a moan out of you.

“Shit, Satoru—” you whined, your bangles clinking as your hands scrambled over his forearm.

He tilted your head back even more, eyes on your mouth. “Open.” His hand gave your jaw a little squeeze. Your lips parted, breath trembling—

—and he spat right in your mouth.

The heat of it spreading over your tongue before his mouth was on yours, messy and wet, swallowing the sound you made. His hand never left your jaw, keeping you right where he wanted while his hips drove up into you in a rhythm that made your pussy clench around him.

You felt his pace stutter for a moment—just enough for him to grip your thighs and spread them wider on his lap. His hand slid up your side, fingers brushing the curve of your breast before cupping it firmly.

“Keep making those noises for me,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and rough. “Be good for daddy.”

The word hit harder than the thrust that followed, and your pussy clenched around him.

“You shy now?” he teased, grinning when you shook your head quickly. “Didn’t think so.”

He kept his mouth close to your ear, his tone dipping into something dark and sweet. “You feel how deep I am right now? That’s ‘cause ‘toru knows exactly where you need him.”

You were screaming at this point, completely caught up in the sensations, every moan shaking out of you before you could even think. Your back arched, your head thrown back, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of Gojo’s neighbors banging on the wall hit the room—but your brain didn’t register it. You didn’t notice, didn’t care. You were entirely gone.

Gojo heard it, of course. That little bump against the wall didn’t faze him at all—it only tugged a smirk across his lips, making him want to be petty and make you louder. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He knew your body like a map, you guys fucked so many times each curve and sensitive spot memorized.

His hand at your jaw kept your head tilted just enough for him to lean into your neck, teeth grazing lightly, his other hand sliding from your hip up to the curve of your waist, pressing into your lower stomach in just the right way to stimulate the deep, internal muscles that made your gummy walls pulse around him.

As he shifted his weight, his thigh pressed firmly between yours, keeping your legs spread in a way that made every shallow stroke feel impossibly deep. His fingers hooked around the base of your thighs, lifting and adjusting without you even realizing, changing angles so that every thrust hit exactly where your body needed it.

“Mmmmnnnghh—fuck—” your moans spilled out, climbing higher, ragged, uncontrolled. Your chest heaved, air coming in shallow bursts as your nails dug into his forearm. Your bangles clinging in rhythm to his thrust.

“Yeah?” Gojo rasped, voice curling dark around your ear. “You feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy—” the words tumbled out before you could stop them, high-pitched and breathy. “You’re makin’ me feel so good—so fuckin’ good—”

He groaned low, hips snapping up harder like your affirmation energized him. His hand on your jaw squeezed just enough to make you whimper, tilting your head back until his mouth could drag down the side of your throat. You felt the faint scrape, then the heat of his breath as he sucked, just enough to make your knees nearly buckle.

His hand slid from your jaw to your chest, palm flattening between your breasts before dipping lower, circling your nipple through your top with his thumb. The casual touch felt almost cruel against the intensity of his pace.

Your moans spilled out without rhythm now, every stroke stealing the pattern from your breath. You gasped, hands clawing for leverage in the sheets but finding nothing to hold except him.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You gonna cum for me right here? You letting all of ‘em see your face when you cream all over me?” His voice was downright sinful.

Your creamy pussy clenched around him at his words again, pulling a louder moan from your throat—he caught it instantly, of course he did. His smirk was sharp when he rasped, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty.”

You didn’t answer—couldn’t. Your body betrayed you, the coil in your stomach winding too tight to deny. His grip on your waist tightened, angling you down onto him so deep you swore you could feel him in your chest.

“Give it to me,” he coaxed, almost sweet if it wasn’t for the rough drag of his hips.

The rush hit you all at once—hips reflexively thrusting, back arching, a strangled cry spilling from your throat. The city outside blurred in your vision. You’re moaning so loud that the people on the side walk could probably hear you from the 36th floor.

Your walls clamped down on him instinctively, the coil in your stomach snapping as your body shuddered around him. Gojo damn near whimpered as he felt his orgasm coming, the sound rough and deep, and with a few final, harsh thrusts, he tensed as he pulled out and rubbed his dick along your folds a few times until sticky, white ropes fell onto the sheets and your bare thighs.

“I—think someone might’ve seen,” you panted, cheeks hot, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t act like that shit dont turn you on,” he hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. “They should be thanking me right now.”

Gojo finally pulled back, letting you slump against the sheets, chest heaving. His hands dropped to rub your back, casual as ever. There was a moment of silence, only thing filling the room was the hum of the AC and the faint city noises outside.

“You hungry?” he asked, still smiling like he hadn’t just wrecked you.

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(a/n): an anon (yk who you are, ily) asked me to write for gojo but i never wrote for him before so this is lowk a mess so it was in my drafts for almost a week. hopefully its readable though 🫩🫩 not proofread, ignore any mistakes

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— °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ IN THE OPEN

summary: you went to a friends party but really, you and Gojo ended up “accidently” made the night all about each other instead.

wc: 2.8k

cw: fwb!satoru gojo x fem!black reader, daddy kink, established sexual relationship, raw sex (wear protection), consensual exhibitionism, spit play (ONLY A LITTLE), softdom!gojo

The lounge’s lights bounced in slow waves across the walls, the warm glow bleeding into shadows where people were socializing, drinks in hand. It was your friend’s birthday but your social battery ran out, so you went in a corner by the bar till you felt like socializing again. You leaned against the bar, one hip pressed into the cold marble surface, the other leg bent with your foot resting on the rung of the stool. Your back was relaxed against the counter, shoulders loose, and one arm draped casually along the bar as you sipped your Passion fruit mojito.

Gojo was already at your side — he always was , one knee brushing yours under the barstool, a smirk across his face. He had that look—the one that said he knew exactly how good you looked tonight and didn’t care who noticed. He stole sips from your drink every chance he got, made dumb jokes that only half-landed but somehow the drink had you laughing anyway, and shot you those side glances that you were way too familiar with to ‘just be friends’.

You rolled your eyes at him, but the grin never left his face. “Stop drinking my drink, Satoru,” you said, nudging him gently.

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a shrug, eyes glinting. “Tastes better when it’s yours.”

You shook your head, taking another sip yourself, thinking maybe you should just focus your friends socializing in the middle of the room—but before you could even turn back to the crowd, his hand was at your waist. He pulled you between his legs with a lazy strength, letting his one hand rest just under your ass while his other hand slid in your back pocket as your back faced the crowd.

You froze, brown eyes wide. “Satoru—people are watching.”

He hummed, tilting his head, voice dropping low and warm against your ear. “Good.”

You swatted at his chest when you caught a few people glancing your way.

“Satoru.” you muttered, trying to step back, but just pulled you tighter into him in response.

You glared at him as an attempt to get him to give up but you end up ‘accidently’ looking down at his lips, you quickly looked back into his eyes hoping he didn’t notice.

The corner of his mouth curved higher, like he’d caught you in the act. “You wanna kiss me,” he teased, voice dripping with that insufferable confidence.

“No, not here I dont.” you shot back, but your voice didn’t sound nearly as convincing as you wanted it to.

“Mhm,” he hummed, leaning in until the tip of his nose brushed yours, his breath warm against your skin. His fingers in your back pocket gave the slightest tug, pulling you even closer.

“Gimme a kiss,” he murmured, like it was the simplest thing in the world. No shame, no hesitation—just Gojo wanting something and expecting you to give it to him.

You glanced around behind you before you felt his hand gently grab your jaw, making you look at him. “‘M not over there, I only want one. No one’s gonna see.”

He pulled your lips into his, you give him the quickest peck you can manage before immediately pulling back.

But Gojo just blinked at you, lips still parted, looking almost offended. “The fuck?” he scoffed, he pulled your chin back down, his mouth already claiming yours in a slow, wet, deliberate kiss. Both of you obviously forgetting where you’re at as his hand that was once just resting on your ass starts gripping and you put your arms around his neck.

You quickly pulled back as you remember where you were and looked at him like you weren’t just as into it as he was. You tried to act mad about it, but your pussy was throbbing in your jeans already as you attempted to wipe off the obvious brown foundation that rubbed off on his face.

“Finish your drink. We not staying.”

And from the way his eyes lingered on you, unapologetic and hungry, you knew exactly why.

You took a slow sip of your cocktail, trying to act like his hands weren’t deliberately claiming every inch of you, but the heat crawling up your neck betrayed your efforts. “You really irritate me sometimes.” you muttered, glancing around again.

Gojo leaned closer and murmured, “You know, you really can’t act calm when I touch you.”

You groaned softly. His other hand, still resting possessively on your ass, tightened, pressing you impossibly closer between his legs. The warmth of him against you made it almost impossible to remind him about anything else—even your guys’ friends catching on to whatever you and Gojo had going on.

“Gojo,” you muttered, voice shaky but teasing, “people can see us.”

He tilted his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement. “Last name?” he said low, “Y’know we’re more than that.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down your spine. He grinned wider, sipping his drink like he hadn’t just make your stomach jump.

You shoved your empty glass toward the bartender and glanced at Satoru, who was already smirking like he’d won something. “Alright, I’m done with this,” you muttered, as you pull out your phone to the camera, fixing your smeared lip combo.

The night air hit you as soon as you stepped off the curb, the bass of the music from the lounge fading behind you. You felt a slight guilt creep in, realizing you were leaving your friend’s birthday party early just to get dicked down. You knew they’d probably understand, but still… it felt weird to bail just to follow Gojo out. You shoved the thought down, promising yourself you’d text them later—just a quick “sorry, something came up”.

Gojo, oblivious to your inner guilt, interlocked his fingers with yours while walking through the parking lot. The warmth of him and the teasing energy that always followed him made it impossible to hold onto your conscience for long. You exhaled slowly, letting yourself sink into the familiar pull of him, the one that made you forget the rest of the world.

By the time you reached his place, the city lights outside blurred past, and the anticipation made your stomach coil in that familiar way. He opened the door with a lazy flick of his wrist, pulling you inside before you could even blink. The high rise apartment was dim, just the glow of the skyline filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor.

You stepped in first, the lock clicking behind you, and felt the tension tighten again—the kind that always came when it was just the two of you. You and Gojo never intended to have this kind of a relationship, it was supposed to be a “just one time” kind of thing but you guys couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother after that.

The blinds were open, you could see straight into the building next door. People moved around in their own little squares of light—someone cooking dinner, someone folding laundry, a couple laughing on their couch. A few balconies were dotted with smokers, faces lit by their phones or the bud of a cigarette.

Gojo locked his lips on yours before guiding you to his bedroom. As soon as you walked in, you noticed his windows wide open.

“You forgot to close your blinds,” you said, raising a brow, voice smooth but your pulse already jumping.

“Nah,” he murmured, closing the space between you in two lazy steps. His hands bracketed your waist, his grin sharp. “Didn’t forget. Just figured you’d look better with an audience.”

The backs of your thighs hit the mattress as he backed you up into the bed. He crawled on top of you, knee putting pressure on your clothed pussy as you sighed into the kiss.

Minutes later, you were on your knees, palms digging into the mattress, back arched deep. Lace-front visible at this point but you were in too deep in to give a fuck, hair sticking to your lip oil and your damp skin. His hips met yours in deep, unhurried strokes that made the gold bangles on your wrist slip down with each push.

From your angle, the city was laid out in perfect view. You caught a flash of movement on a balcony across the way—a smoker leaning over the railing, phone glowing in their hand. You were slightly embarrassed but turned on thinking it was a possibility they were looking this way. It makes it even worse because Gojo made sure to turn the lights on and fuck you directly in front of the window. Your thighs tensed, toes curling against the sheets.

Gojo leaned over you, chest pressing to your back, and slid his hand up the front of your throat until his fingers were loosely curled under your jaw. “Look at them baby,” he rasped, his voice low and teasing. “Look at how they could be watching you take it. This pretty pussy getting wetter thinking about it.”

The moan that was bubbling in your throat slipped out—loud, shaky, enough to make his grin widen against your cheek.

“Yeah, I know you are,” he muttered, snapping his hips forward harder as his free hand pushed you into an even deeper arch, pining you to the bed. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, mixing with your breathy whimpers. “Let ’em see what this dick does to you.”

Your breath caught when his grip on your jaw tightened—not choking, just holding you still like you were something fragile he still wanted to handle rough. You whined as you close your eyes, like that was going to change that the window was wide open.

“What? You embarrassed?” he murmured against your ear, you can hear the smile that always made you wanna slap the the fuck out of him in his voice but you were too lost in your own pleasure. His hips were relentless now, his strokes hitting so deep you could feel your walls trying to cling to him.

The light from the other building was blinding for a second, silhouettes moving behind glass, the faint outline of someone leaning on their railing. Your thighs were shaking, the shame and thrill running through your body simultaneously.

“Look.” He punctuates with a brutal, hard thrust that makes you gasp. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“‘toru, baby— I can’t—” you breathed.

He chuckled, low and sinful. “You look so fuckin’ good right now,” His free hand slid down your stomach, pressing on your pelvis until your back bowed even deeper.

Then—without warning—he straightened up, dragging you up with him until your knees were barely holding you up and your back was flush to his chest. His palm stayed hooked under your jaw, holding your head in place as he folded you open in his lap.

“That’s it… let me see you,” his tone mockingly sweet while his hips snapped up into you. The stretch felt filthy in this position, every stroke punching a moan out of you.

“Shit, Satoru—” you whined, your bangles clinking as your hands scrambled over his forearm.

He tilted your head back even more, eyes on your mouth. “Open.” His hand gave your jaw a little squeeze. Your lips parted, breath trembling—

—and he spat right in your mouth.

The heat of it spreading over your tongue before his mouth was on yours, messy and wet, swallowing the sound you made. His hand never left your jaw, keeping you right where he wanted while his hips drove up into you in a rhythm that made your pussy clench around him.

You felt his pace stutter for a moment—just enough for him to grip your thighs and spread them wider on his lap. His hand slid up your side, fingers brushing the curve of your breast before cupping it firmly.

“Keep making those noises for me,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and rough. “Be good for daddy.”

The word hit harder than the thrust that followed, and your pussy clenched around him.

“You shy now?” he teased, grinning when you shook your head quickly. “Didn’t think so.”

He kept his mouth close to your ear, his tone dipping into something dark and sweet. “You feel how deep I am right now? That’s ‘cause ‘toru knows exactly where you need him.”

You were screaming at this point, completely caught up in the sensations, every moan shaking out of you before you could even think. Your back arched, your head thrown back, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of Gojo’s neighbors banging on the wall hit the room—but your brain didn’t register it. You didn’t notice, didn’t care. You were entirely gone.

Gojo heard it, of course. That little bump against the wall didn’t faze him at all—it only tugged a smirk across his lips, making him want to be petty and make you louder. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He knew your body like a map, you guys fucked so many times each curve and sensitive spot memorized.

His hand at your jaw kept your head tilted just enough for him to lean into your neck, teeth grazing lightly, his other hand sliding from your hip up to the curve of your waist, pressing into your lower stomach in just the right way to stimulate the deep, internal muscles that made your gummy walls pulse around him.

As he shifted his weight, his thigh pressed firmly between yours, keeping your legs spread in a way that made every shallow stroke feel impossibly deep. His fingers hooked around the base of your thighs, lifting and adjusting without you even realizing, changing angles so that every thrust hit exactly where your body needed it.

“Mmmmnnnghh—fuck—” your moans spilled out, climbing higher, ragged, uncontrolled. Your chest heaved, air coming in shallow bursts as your nails dug into his forearm. Your bangles clinging in rhythm to his thrust.

“Yeah?” Gojo rasped, voice curling dark around your ear. “You feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy—” the words tumbled out before you could stop them, high-pitched and breathy. “You’re makin’ me feel so good—so fuckin’ good—”

He groaned low, hips snapping up harder like your affirmation energized him. His hand on your jaw squeezed just enough to make you whimper, tilting your head back until his mouth could drag down the side of your throat. You felt the faint scrape, then the heat of his breath as he sucked, just enough to make your knees nearly buckle.

His hand slid from your jaw to your chest, palm flattening between your breasts before dipping lower, circling your nipple through your top with his thumb. The casual touch felt almost cruel against the intensity of his pace.

Your moans spilled out without rhythm now, every stroke stealing the pattern from your breath. You gasped, hands clawing for leverage in the sheets but finding nothing to hold except him.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You gonna cum for me right here? You letting all of ‘em see your face when you cream all over me?” His voice was downright sinful.

Your creamy pussy clenched around him at his words again, pulling a louder moan from your throat—he caught it instantly, of course he did. His smirk was sharp when he rasped, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty.”

You didn’t answer—couldn’t. Your body betrayed you, the coil in your stomach winding too tight to deny. His grip on your waist tightened, angling you down onto him so deep you swore you could feel him in your chest.

“Give it to me,” he coaxed, almost sweet if it wasn’t for the rough drag of his hips.

The rush hit you all at once—hips reflexively thrusting, back arching, a strangled cry spilling from your throat. The city outside blurred in your vision. You’re moaning so loud that the people on the side walk could probably hear you from the 36th floor.

Your walls clamped down on him instinctively, the coil in your stomach snapping as your body shuddered around him. Gojo damn near whimpered as he felt his orgasm coming, the sound rough and deep, and with a few final, harsh thrusts, he tensed as he pulled out and rubbed his dick along your folds a few times until sticky, white ropes fell onto the sheets and your bare thighs.

“I—think someone might’ve seen,” you panted, cheeks hot, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t act like that shit dont turn you on,” he hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. “They should be thanking me right now.”

Gojo finally pulled back, letting you slump against the sheets, chest heaving. His hands dropped to rub your back, casual as ever. There was a moment of silence, only thing filling the room was the hum of the AC and the faint city noises outside.

“You hungry?” he asked, still smiling like he hadn’t just wrecked you.

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(a/n): an anon (yk who you are, ily) asked me to write for gojo but i never wrote for him before so this is lowk a mess so it was in my drafts for almost a week. hopefully its readable though 🫩🫩 not proofread, ignore any mistakes

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— °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NOT SO CLEAN

summary: suguru comes home from a long day at work to you resting after cleaning the entire apartment, not everything stayed clean though.

wc: 2.4k

cw: suguru geto x black!fem reader, soft!dom suguru, established relationship (engaged), oral (f. receiving), fingering, persuading, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, back-to-back squirting, pussy slapping, wet/messy descriptions, use of pet names,, suguru is lowk obsessed.

The sheets were still warm from the dryer when you slipped under them.

Soft. Clean. Tucked so tight the corners looked hotel crisp—just the way you liked them. Silk pillowcases fresh from the wash. Diffuser on. You had wiped down every surface, Swiffered the floor twice, and even finally reorganized the top drawer of your shared nightstand. Candle that you always had to light after cleaning flickering on the counter, just for you to feel complete. You were ready to do nothing for the rest of your night.

And then the door opened.

Keys hit the entry table. His boots landed next. The familiar weight of his presence surrounding the quiet of the shared apartment.

You didn’t look up when he stepped into the bedroom—just kept scrolling on your phone, propped up against your favorite pillow with the throw blanket tucked over your knees. Your body fresh out the shower, oiled, bare under your burgundy silk robe that was slightly open at the chest area. Your mind already clocked out.

Suguru stayed quiet longer than usual. He didn’t give you his usual greeting of asking you how your days was almost immediately, you knew what that meant.

You felt it before you saw it—his attention. Thick. Intentional. The kind that made the air buzz a little different. And when you finally lifted your gaze, his was already on you.

He was still in his slacks and black button-up, sleeves rolled just past his elbows, one hand braced against the doorframe as his eyes locked onto you.

“You cleaned the whole room just for me to mess it up again?” he asked, voice low and even, just this side of teasing. Every time you and Suguru had sex, the sheets were always ruined with either your slick oozing onto them, sweat from how many rounds you guys would go, or if he made you squirt all over the sheets.

You squinted at him. “No. I cleaned it for me. You just live here.”

He chuckled softly but didn’t move.

Just let the silence stretch out long enough for you to feel the weight of his thoughts settling between you both. He stares at the way your lotion gave your collarbone that familiar glow for a little too long.

You lifted an eyebrow. “You good?”

“Mhm,” he said, but his eyes didn’t leave you. “You look too relaxed.”

“I am relaxed.”

“That’s what I mean.”

You stared.

He stared back.

Then slowly, Suguru pushed off the doorframe, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the rest of the day, and crossed the room with the kind of pace that made your breath sit tighter in your chest. It was almost uncomfortable.

“You know,” he said once close enough for you to smell the faint bite of cologne lingering on his shirt, “I like it when you let yourself chill every once in a while. It’s cute.”

“I don’t know if I should say thank you or be offended?”

“You should always say thank you,” he murmured, already reaching for the edge of the blanket. “But I also know you, sweetheart.”

He has that smug tone in his voice that he always had when he wanted you underneath him, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. You knew that tone too well.

You shifted beneath the covers, hands catching his wrist. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“I know what you’re doing. Don’t mess up the sheets. I just cleaned everything.”

He smiled—the soft, dangerous kind that tells you he already made up his mind.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything,” he said. “I just missed you.”

You gave him a look.

“What? I cant kiss my fiancee no more without her acting like she don’t love me?”

“No, you’re tryna fuck.”

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“But you want to.”

He hummed like he was thinking about it. Then leaned in to press a kiss just under your ear.

“You been home all day,” he murmured, dragging his lips down the line of your neck. “Did you think about me at all?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You were lying. As soon as he left this morning, you touched yourself to the home videos he recorded before rolling out of bed to clean. He didn’t need to know that though.

He slid his hand up your side, light and slow, like he was just exploring. His fingers grazed underneath your robe onto your bare thigh.

“I’m serious, Suguru. You’re gonna ruin our sheets.”

You said it again, firmer this time, even if your voice didn’t quite match the tension building in your thighs. You meant it—you always meant it when it came to your space being clean—but the problem was, he knew the difference between your real boundaries and the ones you only said out of stubbornness. Knew it down to the breath you held right before giving into him.

And the way your thighs pressed together just now?

That gave him everything he needed.

“Mmh,” he nodded, dragging a finger down the seam of your thigh like he was agreeing with you. “Of course.”

His voice was too calm. Too agreeable. And when he leaned down to kiss the inside of your knee, the way his eyes flicked up to meet yours said the opposite of of course.

“Don’t ‘of course’ me,” you muttered, shifting slightly, tugging the blanket higher like it was a barrier strong enough to stop him. “I mean it. I just washed everything, Sugu.”

“I hear you sweet girl,” he said, still nodding. Still smiling. That soft, calculated kind of smile he wore when he knew exactly what game he was playing. “I always hear you.”

His lips grazed over your knee again, and then up, brushing just above it, his palm coming to rest on your shin, warm and slow. The weight of it made your skin buzz.

“You know I respect you, right?” he murmured, voice low, slow, like he was trying to lull you out of your own rules. “I know how hard you worked on the place. I really appreciate you.”

You started fidgeting as you stared at him. “….You’re trying to distract me.”

He just grinned, unbothered.

“‘Course I’m distracting you,” he said. “You looked so peaceful when I walked in, all lotioned up with your legs under this soft ass blanket… You were begging me to come touch you.”

You tried to open your mouth to argue, but his hand ran up your leg again, fingers skimming over your calf, then higher, thumb brushing along your inner thigh.

“You’re always so tense after you clean,” he said, like it was just an observation. Like it wasn’t laced with knowing. “All that energy’s still in your body. Gotta let my baby relax.”

Your breath hitched against your will. His mouth was at the top of your thigh now, kissing just at the curve of your hip—slow, coaxing, like a promise. You swallowed.

“Suguru, if you—if you make me—”

“Shh,” he said against your skin. “I won’t. I promise.”

You narrowed your eyes. You don’t believe him at all.

He chuckled, he one-handedly untied the knot holding your robe closed, and exposing you to him. Not touching you yet —just looking.

“I said I missed you,” he said. “And I did. You really gonna make me sleep next to you all night without even tasting you a little?”

Your mouth went dry. The warmth between your legs heated up like it always did when he talked like that—when he used that quiet, confident, reverent tone like you were something to be savored.

You sighed, voice softer than before. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Suguru. I know how you are.”

He leaned forward, kissed your cheek, then your jaw.

“‘M not lying,” he whispered. “You know I don’t have to do all that to make you feel good.”

And you hated that he was right.

Because he could absolutely effortlessly make you nut—have you gasping, gripping his arm, coming apart in seconds, all without ever going that far. But you also knew how much he loved watching you lose control. Especially when you swore you couldn’t squirt when you first started dating and he proved you wrong.

And you knew what tonight was.

It was one of those nights.

The ones where he got exactly what he wanted—and what he wanted was to press his lips to the softest part of you until the sheets were soaked with your release and you were whining about how you told him not to.

He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“C’mon,” he murmured, letting his fingers slide across the inside of you thigh. “Let me love on you a little. Just a little.”

Your jaw clenched.

The clean freak in you said no. But your body said yes the moment his thumb grazed that spot you couldn’t ever lie about.

This ‘hard to get’ thing you were trying to do didn’t end up lasting long—it never did. You dont even know how you got here but you ended up under him, legs wide. The wet between your thighs was relentless—loud, sticky, soaking into your pretty new sheets you swore you would keep clean this time like a warning sign. Suguru didn’t care. He was watching it happen now, eyes fixed between your legs like he wanted to memorize how wrecked you looked.

Your thighs trembled, fat jiggling every time his palm met your clit again, and he was still dragging it out—three fingers deep inside, thumb gliding through your slick like it wasn’t pouring out of you with every breath you took.

Your brown skin glistened in the low light, especially where your thighs met—fat folds slick with creamy shine, all that warmth sticky and glossy from the way he was working you.

“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he muttered, almost reverent as he licked his lips. “So fuckin’ pretty—shit, I cant get enough of you.”

He’d already made you cum twice, when he ran his tongue through your folds until your clit was engorged and sensitive. You were so overstimulated but you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn’t stop it—the wave hit like lightning. Your whole body jerked with it, thighs clapping wet against his wrist, and his hand only moved faster.

“You feel that?” he said low, voice rough and close to a growl. “You hear that shit, doll? My messy girl.”

Schlick-Schlick-schlick-schlick.

Your pussy sounded so sloppy with the way he rubbed you—palming your clit side to side now, not even neat about it. Just messy, just mean.

“Sugu! You’re making me—shit!” Slick gushed out of you as you gasped and his knuckles got drenched. You couldn’t keep your legs still. The sheets underneath were ruined—drenched and sticking to the round curve of your ass and thighs, damp from your sweat, you almost started the way your body just kept letting go.

He didn’t stop. Not even when you whimpered and tried to press your thighs shut.

“Nuh uh,” he murmured, gently pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh. “Open up f’r me. Lemme see that pretty mess you made.”

You sobbed a little, overwhelmed.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles now—fast, calculated, like he was trying to make you squirt even harder.

And you did.

You didn’t even know you could squirt back to back like that until you met Suguru. This time it sprayed up onto your belly, slick splattering over the robe laid out underneath you and his button up, gliding down into the folds between your waist and thighs. He started slapping your swollen pussy, making your juices spew everywhere, your whole body jerking every slap. He let it coat his hand. Rubbed it in. Slid it all over your pussy and back up the creases of your folds, eyes eating up how wet and glossy you were.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, licking his lips again, “I should frame this shit.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and sweaty, lips trembling and slick.

And Suguru just smiled at you, dark and low and satisfied—hand still cupped gently over your throbbing clit, like he didn’t want the moment to end yet.

“Baby,” you whined, “I knew you were gonna ruin the sheets.” you frown, trying to ignore the fact that you were still shaking due to the aftershock of your orgasms.

“I didn’t ruin the sheets,” he said, finally pulling his hand back with a slick sound, palm glistening. “you did.”

You roll your eyes as you lightly push his chest as you get up to tie your robe again. “You’re getting in the shower with me and washing the sheets again, tonight.”

He stares at you as you make your way to the bathroom, already thinking about fucking you in the shower.

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— °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ NOT SO CLEAN

summary: suguru comes home from a long day at work to you resting after cleaning the entire apartment, not everything stayed clean though.

wc: 2.4k

cw: suguru geto x black!fem reader, soft!dom suguru, established relationship (engaged), oral (f. receiving), fingering, persuading, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, back-to-back squirting, pussy slapping, wet/messy descriptions, use of pet names,, suguru is lowk obsessed.

The sheets were still warm from the dryer when you slipped under them.

Soft. Clean. Tucked so tight the corners looked hotel crisp—just the way you liked them. Silk pillowcases fresh from the wash. Diffuser on. You had wiped down every surface, Swiffered the floor twice, and even finally reorganized the top drawer of your shared nightstand. Candle that you always had to light after cleaning flickering on the counter, just for you to feel complete. You were ready to do nothing for the rest of your night.

And then the door opened.

Keys hit the entry table. His boots landed next. The familiar weight of his presence surrounding the quiet of the shared apartment.

You didn’t look up when he stepped into the bedroom—just kept scrolling on your phone, propped up against your favorite pillow with the throw blanket tucked over your knees. Your body fresh out the shower, oiled, bare under your burgundy silk robe that was slightly open at the chest area. Your mind already clocked out.

Suguru stayed quiet longer than usual. He didn’t give you his usual greeting of asking you how your days was almost immediately, you knew what that meant.

You felt it before you saw it—his attention. Thick. Intentional. The kind that made the air buzz a little different. And when you finally lifted your gaze, his was already on you.

He was still in his slacks and black button-up, sleeves rolled just past his elbows, one hand braced against the doorframe as his eyes locked onto you.

“You cleaned the whole room just for me to mess it up again?” he asked, voice low and even, just this side of teasing. Every time you and Suguru had sex, the sheets were always ruined with either your slick oozing onto them, sweat from how many rounds you guys would go, or if he made you squirt all over the sheets.

You squinted at him. “No. I cleaned it for me. You just live here.”

He chuckled softly but didn’t move.

Just let the silence stretch out long enough for you to feel the weight of his thoughts settling between you both. He stares at the way your lotion gave your collarbone that familiar glow for a little too long.

You lifted an eyebrow. “You good?”

“Mhm,” he said, but his eyes didn’t leave you. “You look too relaxed.”

“I am relaxed.”

“That’s what I mean.”

You stared.

He stared back.

Then slowly, Suguru pushed off the doorframe, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the rest of the day, and crossed the room with the kind of pace that made your breath sit tighter in your chest. It was almost uncomfortable.

“You know,” he said once close enough for you to smell the faint bite of cologne lingering on his shirt, “I like it when you let yourself chill every once in a while. It’s cute.”

“I don’t know if I should say thank you or be offended?”

“You should always say thank you,” he murmured, already reaching for the edge of the blanket. “But I also know you, sweetheart.”

He has that smug tone in his voice that he always had when he wanted you underneath him, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. You knew that tone too well.

You shifted beneath the covers, hands catching his wrist. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“I know what you’re doing. Don’t mess up the sheets. I just cleaned everything.”

He smiled—the soft, dangerous kind that tells you he already made up his mind.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything,” he said. “I just missed you.”

You gave him a look.

“What? I cant kiss my fiancee no more without her acting like she don’t love me?”

“No, you’re tryna fuck.”

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“But you want to.”

He hummed like he was thinking about it. Then leaned in to press a kiss just under your ear.

“You been home all day,” he murmured, dragging his lips down the line of your neck. “Did you think about me at all?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You were lying. As soon as he left this morning, you touched yourself to the home videos he recorded before rolling out of bed to clean. He didn’t need to know that though.

He slid his hand up your side, light and slow, like he was just exploring. His fingers grazed underneath your robe onto your bare thigh.

“I’m serious, Suguru. You’re gonna ruin our sheets.”

You said it again, firmer this time, even if your voice didn’t quite match the tension building in your thighs. You meant it—you always meant it when it came to your space being clean—but the problem was, he knew the difference between your real boundaries and the ones you only said out of stubbornness. Knew it down to the breath you held right before giving into him.

And the way your thighs pressed together just now?

That gave him everything he needed.

“Mmh,” he nodded, dragging a finger down the seam of your thigh like he was agreeing with you. “Of course.”

His voice was too calm. Too agreeable. And when he leaned down to kiss the inside of your knee, the way his eyes flicked up to meet yours said the opposite of of course.

“Don’t ‘of course’ me,” you muttered, shifting slightly, tugging the blanket higher like it was a barrier strong enough to stop him. “I mean it. I just washed everything, Sugu.”

“I hear you sweet girl,” he said, still nodding. Still smiling. That soft, calculated kind of smile he wore when he knew exactly what game he was playing. “I always hear you.”

His lips grazed over your knee again, and then up, brushing just above it, his palm coming to rest on your shin, warm and slow. The weight of it made your skin buzz.

“You know I respect you, right?” he murmured, voice low, slow, like he was trying to lull you out of your own rules. “I know how hard you worked on the place. I really appreciate you.”

You started fidgeting as you stared at him. “….You’re trying to distract me.”

He just grinned, unbothered.

“‘Course I’m distracting you,” he said. “You looked so peaceful when I walked in, all lotioned up with your legs under this soft ass blanket… You were begging me to come touch you.”

You tried to open your mouth to argue, but his hand ran up your leg again, fingers skimming over your calf, then higher, thumb brushing along your inner thigh.

“You’re always so tense after you clean,” he said, like it was just an observation. Like it wasn’t laced with knowing. “All that energy’s still in your body. Gotta let my baby relax.”

Your breath hitched against your will. His mouth was at the top of your thigh now, kissing just at the curve of your hip—slow, coaxing, like a promise. You swallowed.

“Suguru, if you—if you make me—”

“Shh,” he said against your skin. “I won’t. I promise.”

You narrowed your eyes. You don’t believe him at all.

He chuckled, he one-handedly untied the knot holding your robe closed, and exposing you to him. Not touching you yet —just looking.

“I said I missed you,” he said. “And I did. You really gonna make me sleep next to you all night without even tasting you a little?”

Your mouth went dry. The warmth between your legs heated up like it always did when he talked like that—when he used that quiet, confident, reverent tone like you were something to be savored.

You sighed, voice softer than before. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Suguru. I know how you are.”

He leaned forward, kissed your cheek, then your jaw.

“‘M not lying,” he whispered. “You know I don’t have to do all that to make you feel good.”

And you hated that he was right.

Because he could absolutely effortlessly make you nut—have you gasping, gripping his arm, coming apart in seconds, all without ever going that far. But you also knew how much he loved watching you lose control. Especially when you swore you couldn’t squirt when you first started dating and he proved you wrong.

And you knew what tonight was.

It was one of those nights.

The ones where he got exactly what he wanted—and what he wanted was to press his lips to the softest part of you until the sheets were soaked with your release and you were whining about how you told him not to.

He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“C’mon,” he murmured, letting his fingers slide across the inside of you thigh. “Let me love on you a little. Just a little.”

Your jaw clenched.

The clean freak in you said no. But your body said yes the moment his thumb grazed that spot you couldn’t ever lie about.

This ‘hard to get’ thing you were trying to do didn’t end up lasting long—it never did. You dont even know how you got here but you ended up under him, legs wide. The wet between your thighs was relentless—loud, sticky, soaking into your pretty new sheets you swore you would keep clean this time like a warning sign. Suguru didn’t care. He was watching it happen now, eyes fixed between your legs like he wanted to memorize how wrecked you looked.

Your thighs trembled, fat jiggling every time his palm met your clit again, and he was still dragging it out—three fingers deep inside, thumb gliding through your slick like it wasn’t pouring out of you with every breath you took.

Your brown skin glistened in the low light, especially where your thighs met—fat folds slick with creamy shine, all that warmth sticky and glossy from the way he was working you.

“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he muttered, almost reverent as he licked his lips. “So fuckin’ pretty—shit, I cant get enough of you.”

He’d already made you cum twice, when he ran his tongue through your folds until your clit was engorged and sensitive. You were so overstimulated but you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn’t stop it—the wave hit like lightning. Your whole body jerked with it, thighs clapping wet against his wrist, and his hand only moved faster.

“You feel that?” he said low, voice rough and close to a growl. “You hear that shit, doll? My messy girl.”

Schlick-Schlick-schlick-schlick.

Your pussy sounded so sloppy with the way he rubbed you—palming your clit side to side now, not even neat about it. Just messy, just mean.

“Sugu! You’re making me—shit!” Slick gushed out of you as you gasped and his knuckles got drenched. You couldn’t keep your legs still. The sheets underneath were ruined—drenched and sticking to the round curve of your ass and thighs, damp from your sweat, you almost started the way your body just kept letting go.

He didn’t stop. Not even when you whimpered and tried to press your thighs shut.

“Nuh uh,” he murmured, gently pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh. “Open up f’r me. Lemme see that pretty mess you made.”

You sobbed a little, overwhelmed.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles now—fast, calculated, like he was trying to make you squirt even harder.

And you did.

You didn’t even know you could squirt back to back like that until you met Suguru. This time it sprayed up onto your belly, slick splattering over the robe laid out underneath you and his button up, gliding down into the folds between your waist and thighs. He started slapping your swollen pussy, making your juices spew everywhere, your whole body jerking every slap. He let it coat his hand. Rubbed it in. Slid it all over your pussy and back up the creases of your folds, eyes eating up how wet and glossy you were.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, licking his lips again, “I should frame this shit.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and sweaty, lips trembling and slick.

And Suguru just smiled at you, dark and low and satisfied—hand still cupped gently over your throbbing clit, like he didn’t want the moment to end yet.

“Baby,” you whined, “I knew you were gonna ruin the sheets.” you frown, trying to ignore the fact that you were still shaking due to the aftershock of your orgasms.

“I didn’t ruin the sheets,” he said, finally pulling his hand back with a slick sound, palm glistening. “you did.”

You roll your eyes as you lightly push his chest as you get up to tie your robe again. “You’re getting in the shower with me and washing the sheets again, tonight.”

He stares at you as you make your way to the bathroom, already thinking about fucking you in the shower.

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summary: things get steamy while you and your boyfriend, connie, hot-boxed his car late night.

wc: 2.0k

cw: connie springer x black!fem reader, bratty!reader, softdom!connie, could be plug!connie (??), car sex, porn with little/no plot, established situationship, smut (mdni), sexual tension, casual sex, soft brat timing, weed usage, creampie, riding, casual intimacy, raw (use protection), sex while on the phone, getting interrupted but continuing

The car smells like smoke and leather, thick and heavy in the heat of the night. The bass from Connie’s playlist thumped softly through the speakers of his matte black dodge charger, mixing with the faint hum of the streetlights outside your apartment.

His seat was leaned back as your legs are draped over his, he kneads the soles of your feet while you take a pull of the blunt he rolled just for you and him to share. You love Connie because he’s always so attentive, earlier you mentioned him that your feet were hurting from the heels you were wearing from your recent date night. You’re always just blabbering, barely listening to yourself, so it shocks you when he brings up things you mentioned during conversations. As soon as you got in the passenger seat, he tells you to put your feet up so he can give you a foot massage. How closely he listens to you all the time turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“You ready to go, baby?” he ask, eyes low and red as both of you were feeling the effects of the weed in the air. You guys planned to go to get something to eat after you smoked and then go back to his place.

You smirk at him, a little bratty just because you could. “Mmm, depends. You gon’ make it worth my while?” You teased.

Connie’s lips curve upward in that crooked smile you love. “Y’know I always do.”

Your soft grey shorts were already riding high on your hips, the oversized true-religion hoodie you’ve stolen from him a few days ago from when you slept over his house barely covering your thighs.

The windows are cracked just enough to let the smoke swirl around you guys in lazy circles. You love nights like this, the smoke, the RNB playlist he would always put on and the dark night pressed against the glass of his tinted windows.

He reaches over to take the blunt from your fingers, eyes never leaving yours as he took a slow pull. He looks down, you caught how his eyes dip down your body and pause at your thighs. He eyes the purple marks he left in between your thighs from the night you slept over, making him slightly horny all over again. The overall sight of you made him horny, the way your skin glowed under the light of the dashboard, you plump glossed two-toned lips glistening under the light, the way your curls framed your face, the tooth-gems on your teeth shining as you smiled, you’re so perfect to him.

“Why you sitting so far like ‘m one of your lil friends? C’mere.” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, like he knows what it does to you.

You raise an eyebrow. “We not goin’ yet?”

“Didn’t say that,” he exhales the smoke through his nose, placing the blunt between his lips again as he opens his lap up wider. “I just want you closer first. Let me feel you.” He says as he puts out the blunt.

You crawl over the center console, straddling him with ease. His your hoodie slid up just a little more as your soft shorts clung to your skin. His hands immediately go up under, finding the bare skin of your waist, palms resting on the curve of your hips as his thumbs start rubbing lazy circles onto your sides like he’d done it a million times before—and he has. His hands sneak down and start rubbing your ass, he can tell you’re not wearing underwear under the thin fabric of your shorts. You learned to always wear easy access clothing around Connie pretty early in you guys’ relationship.

“Where’s your underwear, baby?” He questioned.

You throw him an “innocent” smile in response. “What if I didn’t wanna wear any, Con’?”

His hands make his way back under your hoodie and start rubbing up your stomach, making deep eye contact. “When you gon’ stop acting like you’n know what you doing?” he mutters, dragging his hands down to squeeze the underside of your thighs. “Wearing my shit like this.”

“You like it,” you whisper, leaning back, letting him get a full look at you, you 100% knew what you were doing.

He hums as he bit his lip, nodding like it wasn’t even a question.

The song shifted—‘What you need’ by The Weeknd starts moving through the speakers—and the air got heavier, as both of your eyes were locked on to eachother. You lean forward, soft lips kissing along his jaw, something you’d usually do just to be sweet (again, you knew what you were doing). Your body immediately started melting into his. You could feel the outline of him pressing right where your body met his, even through your shorts. You faintly smirk to yourself as you let your hips rock just slightly to “adjust yourself”.

He caught that.

“Oh, so you want some dick tonight,” he murmur, grabbing your chin gently to bring your face to his. “You must want me to do somethin’ about it.”

You scoff through a smile, shameless now. “You always say that… then you don’t do nothin’.” You know damn well that was a bold-face lie, you just wanted to get a rise out of him every once in a while so he can fuck you. He knows that, he wasn’t born yesterday, but it somehow still works everytime.

You been wanting dick ever since your high crept up on you, if you being honest. Smoking always made you horny, especially with Connie. When you were single, every time you smoked alone, you would have to pull out your bright pink vibrator to get yourself off, luckily, that vibrator has been collecting dust ever since you’ve been with Connie.

His hand stops rubbing for a split-second. That pretty, lazy smile dropped into something darker, more sinister. Connie tilts his head just a little, eyes narrowing like he was trying to make sure he heard you right.

“Oh yeah?” His hand slid under your ass, grabbed a handful like he owned it . “Cause I swear it sound like you tryna play with me right now.”

You lean forward again, that same bratty grin still on your lips, speaking soft against his jaw. “Maybe I am.”

He doesn’t say anything.

Not at first.

He just slips his hand further down, letting two fingers dip under the hem of your shorts, feeling how warm you were without even needing to look. You’re not just warm—you’re wet. Like, sticky wet. The kind of wet that meant you been thinking about this exact moment since the second he picked you up.

He chuckles low in his chest.

“Yeah… that’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through your slippery folds slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He watches your face, watching your breath hitch when he barely brushed over your pulsing clit. “All that mouth, but your pussy always saying somethin’ different. You could’ve just told me you wanted dick instead of saying slick shit, you always scared to ask.”

He brings his lips up to your ear, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “I know what your pussy needs before you do. Don’t make me keep your dick from you until you learn how to ask, mama.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s already circling your clit with his two middle fingers, slow and teasing. Enough to make you grind down for more. You let out soft whimpers as your eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows pulling together.

“You close? Hm?” he teases sadistically, other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. He grins at your needy state.

He quickly pulls his hand out your shorts when he felt like you were gonna cum. You whine at the loss of stimulation, “Nah, you gotta work for it.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he lifts his hips, pulling his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring free. It was thick, hard, and warm against your thigh—you could already feel yourself clenching around nothing.

He doesn’t even bother stripping you—just yanks your shorts down to the top of your thighs, leaving the waistband stretching tight around them while the rest of the fabric bunched up messily between you two. The thin material is twisted and wrinkled against your skin, riding low in the back, exposing the curve of your ass and the slick, desperate, heat between your legs like he knows it was waiting for him.

He smears the bead of pre-cum leaking from his red angry tip of his dick onto your folds. “Put it in, baby.” he said low, tapping your pussy with it. “Ride this dick like you grown, since you got so much to say.”

You don’t hesitate. You rose up just enough to line him up, your slick already dripping down onto him. And when you sank down?

Both of you cussing under your breath in union. You moan at the feeling of him buried so deep into you, you swear you can feel him in your belly. You both felt everything 10x more due to both of you guys still feeling the buzz of your high.

“Mmmmfuck—,” your hands grip his shoulders, head dropping onto his neck.

“Shit,” Connie groaned, breath stuttering. “Tight ass pussy always got something slick to say.”

You rock slowly at first, hips grinding in a slow, teasing rhythm. You wanted him to beg. You wanted to hear his voice break. But Connie wasn’t the only one who had control (at least thats what you told yourself). And with the way his hands clutched your waist and his dick was pulsing inside you, you knew you had the upper hand—for now.

You bite his earlobe, whispering, “Still don’t feel you doin’ nothin’.”

He didn’t say anything, just shook his head at your words, smiling as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. He wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him so your clit rubbed right against his happy trail with every grind, making you let out a high-pitched scream.

He starts guiding your hips, helping you move faster, harder—until you were bouncing in his lap, ass slapping against his thighs, the car creaking under y’all. The playlist still played low in the background, Care by Sonder now playing under the sound of your slick.

It was getting nasty.

“C-connie, baby,” Your voice going an octave higher, soft and breathy in his ear, whimpering his name, nails digging into his neck as your thighs shake.

“Oh there she is,” he chuckled “my sweet girl.”

He felt you clenching around him as he moved you up and down, pulling a groan from deep in his chest. “You boutta cum already?” he asked, teeth gritted. “Ain’t even been five minutes.”

“Shut up,” you moan, rolling your hips deeper now, chasing that edge with a fever. The feeling of his dick moving deep and steady inside you, and the scratch from his happy trail brushing against your clit had you trembling.

But just as you felt your stomach tighten, the sharp buzz of Connie’s phone, which was connected the car, cut through the air.

It was ringing.

Loud, and vibrating in the cup holder right beside you.

You froze for half a second.

He didn’t.

He turned his head and looked at the caller ID and smirked. “Oh, it’s Jean.”

You gave him a look, still grinding, slow and frustrated. “Don’t answer that shit.”

“Why not? Y’scared he gon’ hear you?” a smirk plastered across his face as he swiped his finger to pick it up.

Before you could protest, Connie slid his hand under your hoodie again, guiding your hips to bounce on him again. He brought the phone to his ear.

“Yo.”

You throw your hand over your mouth, you couldn’t believe you were still bouncing on his dick, but you couldn’t stop, it all felt too good. But this man had the nerve to answer a call while he was balls-deep inside you?

“Nah, chillin,” he said casually, voice steady like you weren’t literally clenching around him with every roll of your hips. “Had to pick up my girl. We just smokin’. You good?”

You narrowed your eyes at him while trying to hold back your moans.

He sent you a lazy grin, hand gripping your ass again, helping you move while keeping his voice even. “Yeah, she here. Hold on.”

He brought it up to your face making you panic, pushing the phone away from you.

“Nah, she bein’ shy,” he laughed, letting out a soft grunt when you clenched hard on him. You’d meant it to punish him, but it backfired— It always does. He just bit his lip and grabbed your hips harder, making you ride faster. “Say wassup, baby. Don’t be shy.” He smugly winks at you as you glared at him.

You mouthed, “I hate you.” Letting out soft whimpers that are just barely audible through the phone.

You open your mouth to say something to actually be respectful and greet Jean, but as soon as you began to speak, Connie slams his hips up into you—ripping a loud moan out your throat. You’re so embarrassed, you were sure Jean knew what you two were doing now.

You turn your face, hiding it in his neck, trying to stiffle the sound of your whimpers.

“Anyway,” he said, still cool on the phone. “I’ll hit you back in like 10. We busy.”

He ended the call, causing the music to cut back on. He tossed the phone in the back seat, and finally, finally focused on you again. He thrust his hips up into you, meeting you half-way and you dropped down onto him. Strings of slick clung between you every time you lifted your hips, creamy and wet, connecting you like glue

“That’s what you get,” he murmurs against your neck. “Tryna talk all that shit… look at you now.”

You don’t respond.

You can’t at this point.

Not when you’re right on the edge, body trembling, thighs burning, tears prickling at your eyes from how deep he felt in this angle.

He feels how close you are, he cups your jaw, tilted your face up to look at him. “Cum f’me baby.”

Your body listens to him almost immediately as you start creaming all over his dick.

“Connie—ohmygod!” you cry, shaking almost violently as your orgasm is rushing through you, head thrown back, pussy pulsing around him hard. Milky, white liquid dripping down his balls as you came.

He doesn’t stop moving. Slowed a little, yeah, but didn’t stop moving as he felt his orgasm approaching.

You’re trembling on top of him, breath caught in your throat, still moving even though every shift makes your body jolt

He grunts as he sloppily bucks his hips up into you, held your waist down tight, chasing his own high. Thick ropes of cum shoots up into your pussy with a low groan against your skin, filling you up so warm you shuddered again from the feeling.

Y’all stayed like that as you caught your breath, his arms still around you, your face tucked against his neck.

The air in the car filled with the scent of weed and sex now. The windows were foggy. The playlist still going, but neither of you move.

Eventually, he rubs your back and said, “You good?”

You nod, still catching your breath. “You answered the phone. You’re so insane.”

He laughs. “Yeah. And you kept fuckin’ me. What that say about you?”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest weakly. “Shut up.”

He looks at you with that crooked-ass smile before grabbing your jaw to kiss you. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away. “Jean 100% knows we were fuckin’ btw, you was not quiet at all.”

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— °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ SMOKED

summary: things get steamy while you and your boyfriend, connie, hot-boxed his car late night.

wc: 2.0k

cw: connie springer x black!fem reader, bratty!reader, softdom!connie, could be plug!connie (??), car sex, porn with little/no plot, established situationship, smut (mdni), sexual tension, casual sex, soft brat taming, weed usage, creampie, riding, casual intimacy, raw (use protection), sex while on the phone, getting interrupted but continuing

The car smells like smoke and leather, thick and heavy in the heat of the night. The bass from Connie’s playlist thumped softly through the speakers of his matte black dodge charger, mixing with the faint hum of the streetlights outside your apartment.

His seat was leaned back as your legs are draped over his, he kneads the soles of your feet while you take a pull of the blunt he rolled just for you and him to share. You love Connie because he’s always so attentive, earlier you mentioned him that your feet were hurting from the heels you were wearing from your recent date night. You’re always just blabbering, barely listening to yourself, so it shocks you when he brings up things you mentioned during conversations. As soon as you got in the passenger seat, he tells you to put your feet up so he can give you a foot massage. How closely he listens to you all the time turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“You ready to go, baby?” he ask, eyes low and red as both of you were feeling the effects of the weed in the air. You guys planned to go to get something to eat after you smoked and then go back to his place.

You smirk at him, a little bratty just because you could. “Mmm, depends. You gon’ make it worth my while?” You teased.

Connie’s lips curve upward in that crooked smile you love. “Y’know I always do.”

Your soft grey shorts were already riding high on your hips, the oversized true-religion hoodie you’ve stolen from him a few days ago from when you slept over his house barely covering your thighs.

The windows are cracked just enough to let the smoke swirl around you guys in lazy circles. You love nights like this, the smoke, the RNB playlist he would always put on and the dark night pressed against the glass of his tinted windows.

He reaches over to take the blunt from your fingers, eyes never leaving yours as he took a slow pull. He looks down, you caught how his eyes dip down your body and pause at your thighs. He eyes the purple marks he left in between your thighs from the night you slept over, making him slightly horny all over again. The overall sight of you made him horny, the way your skin glowed under the light of the dashboard, you plump glossed two-toned lips glistening under the light, the way your curls framed your face, the tooth-gems on your teeth shining as you smiled, you’re so perfect to him.

“Why you sitting so far like ‘m one of your lil friends? C’mere.” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, like he knows what it does to you.

You raise an eyebrow. “We not goin’ yet?”

“Didn’t say that,” he exhales the smoke through his nose, placing the blunt between his lips again as he opens his lap up wider. “I just want you closer first. Let me feel you.” He says as he puts out the blunt.

You crawl over the center console, straddling him with ease. His your hoodie slid up just a little more as your soft shorts clung to your skin. His hands immediately go up under, finding the bare skin of your waist, palms resting on the curve of your hips as his thumbs start rubbing lazy circles onto your sides like he’d done it a million times before—and he has. His hands sneak down and start rubbing your ass, he can tell you’re not wearing underwear under the thin fabric of your shorts. You learned to always wear easy access clothing around Connie pretty early in you guys’ relationship.

“Where’s your underwear, baby?” He questioned.

You throw him an “innocent” smile in response. “What if I didn’t wanna wear any, Con’?”

His hands make his way back under your hoodie and start rubbing up your stomach, making deep eye contact. “When you gon’ stop acting like you’n know what you doing?” he mutters, dragging his hands down to squeeze the underside of your thighs. “Wearing my shit like this.”

“You like it,” you whisper, leaning back, letting him get a full look at you, you 100% knew what you were doing.

He hums as he bit his lip, nodding like it wasn’t even a question.

The song shifted—‘What you need’ by The Weeknd starts moving through the speakers—and the air got heavier, as both of your eyes were locked on to eachother. You lean forward, soft lips kissing along his jaw, something you’d usually do just to be sweet (again, you knew what you were doing). Your body immediately started melting into his. You could feel the outline of him pressing right where your body met his, even through your shorts. You faintly smirk to yourself as you let your hips rock just slightly to “adjust yourself”.

He caught that.

“Oh, so you want some dick tonight,” he murmur, grabbing your chin gently to bring your face to his. “You must want me to do somethin’ about it.”

You scoff through a smile, shameless now. “You always say that… then you don’t do nothin’.” You know damn well that was a bold-face lie, you just wanted to get a rise out of him every once in a while so he can fuck you. He knows that, he wasn’t born yesterday, but it somehow still works everytime.

You been wanting dick ever since your high crept up on you, if you being honest. Smoking always made you horny, especially with Connie. When you were single, every time you smoked alone, you would have to pull out your bright pink vibrator to get yourself off, luckily, that vibrator has been collecting dust ever since you’ve been with Connie.

His hand stops rubbing for a split-second. That pretty, lazy smile dropped into something darker, more sinister. Connie tilts his head just a little, eyes narrowing like he was trying to make sure he heard you right.

“Oh yeah?” His hand slid under your ass, grabbed a handful like he owned it . “Cause I swear it sound like you tryna play with me right now.”

You lean forward again, that same bratty grin still on your lips, speaking soft against his jaw. “Maybe I am.”

He doesn’t say anything.

Not at first.

He just slips his hand further down, letting two fingers dip under the hem of your shorts, feeling how warm you were without even needing to look. You’re not just warm—you’re wet. Like, sticky wet. The kind of wet that meant you been thinking about this exact moment since the second he picked you up.

He chuckles low in his chest.

“Yeah… that’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through your slippery folds slowly, like he has all the time in the world. He watches your face, watching your breath hitch when he barely brushed over your pulsing clit. “All that mouth, but your pussy always saying somethin’ different. You could’ve just told me you wanted dick instead of saying slick shit, you always scared to ask.”

He brings his lips up to your ear, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, “I know what your pussy needs before you do. Don’t make me keep your dick from you until you learn how to ask, mama.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s already circling your clit with his two middle fingers, slow and teasing. Enough to make you grind down for more. You let out soft whimpers as your eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows pulling together.

“You close? Hm?” he teases sadistically, other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. He grins at your needy state.

He quickly pulls his hand out your shorts when he felt like you were gonna cum. You whine at the loss of stimulation, “Nah, you gotta work for it.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he lifts his hips, pulling his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring free. It was thick, hard, and warm against your thigh—you could already feel yourself clenching around nothing.

He doesn’t even bother stripping you—just yanks your shorts down to the top of your thighs, leaving the waistband stretching tight around them while the rest of the fabric bunched up messily between you two. The thin material is twisted and wrinkled against your skin, riding low in the back, exposing the curve of your ass and the slick, desperate, heat between your legs like he knows it was waiting for him.

He smears the bead of pre-cum leaking from his red angry tip of his dick onto your folds. “Put it in, baby.” he said low, tapping your pussy with it. “Ride this dick like you grown, since you got so much to say.”

You don’t hesitate. You rose up just enough to line him up, your slick already dripping down onto him. And when you sank down?

Both of you cussing under your breath in union. You moan at the feeling of him buried so deep into you, you swear you can feel him in your belly. You both felt everything 10x more due to both of you guys still feeling the buzz of your high.

“Mmmmfuck—,” your hands grip his shoulders, head dropping onto his neck.

“Shit,” Connie groaned, breath stuttering. “Tight ass pussy always got something slick to say.”

You rock slowly at first, hips grinding in a slow, teasing rhythm. You wanted him to beg. You wanted to hear his voice break. But Connie wasn’t the only one who had control (at least thats what you told yourself). And with the way his hands clutched your waist and his dick was pulsing inside you, you knew you had the upper hand—for now.

You bite his earlobe, whispering, “Still don’t feel you doin’ nothin’.”

He didn’t say anything, just shook his head at your words, smiling as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. He wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him so your clit rubbed right against his happy trail with every grind, making you let out a high-pitched scream.

He starts guiding your hips, helping you move faster, harder—until you were bouncing in his lap, ass slapping against his thighs, the car creaking under y’all. The playlist still played low in the background, Care by Sonder now playing under the sound of your slick.

It was getting nasty.

“C-connie, baby,” Your voice going an octave higher, soft and breathy in his ear, whimpering his name, nails digging into his neck as your thighs shake.

“Oh there she is,” he chuckled “my sweet girl.”

He felt you clenching around him as he moved you up and down, pulling a groan from deep in his chest. “You boutta cum already?” he asked, teeth gritted. “Ain’t even been five minutes.”

“Shut up,” you moan, rolling your hips deeper now, chasing that edge with a fever. The feeling of his dick moving deep and steady inside you, and the scratch from his happy trail brushing against your clit had you trembling.

But just as you felt your stomach tighten, the sharp buzz of Connie’s phone, which was connected the car, cut through the air.

It was ringing.

Loud, and vibrating in the cup holder right beside you.

You froze for half a second.

He didn’t.

He turned his head and looked at the caller ID and smirked. “Oh, it’s Jean.”

You gave him a look, still grinding, slow and frustrated. “Don’t answer that shit.”

“Why not? Y’scared he gon’ hear you?” a smirk plastered across his face as he swiped his finger to pick it up.

Before you could protest, Connie slid his hand under your hoodie again, guiding your hips to bounce on him again. He brought the phone to his ear.

“Yo.”

You throw your hand over your mouth, you couldn’t believe you were still bouncing on his dick, but you couldn’t stop, it all felt too good. But this man had the nerve to answer a call while he was balls-deep inside you?

“Nah, chillin,” he said casually, voice steady like you weren’t literally clenching around him with every roll of your hips. “Had to pick up my girl. We just smokin’. You good?”

You narrowed your eyes at him while trying to hold back your moans.

He sent you a lazy grin, hand gripping your ass again, helping you move while keeping his voice even. “Yeah, she here. Hold on.”

He brought it up to your face making you panic, pushing the phone away from you.

“Nah, she bein’ shy,” he laughed, letting out a soft grunt when you clenched hard on him. You’d meant it to punish him, but it backfired— It always does. He just bit his lip and grabbed your hips harder, making you ride faster. “Say wassup, baby. Don’t be shy.” He smugly winks at you as you glared at him.

You mouthed, “I hate you.” Letting out soft whimpers that are just barely audible through the phone.

You open your mouth to say something to actually be respectful and greet Jean, but as soon as you began to speak, Connie slams his hips up into you—ripping a loud moan out your throat. You’re so embarrassed, you were sure Jean knew what you two were doing now.

You turn your face, hiding it in his neck, trying to stiffle the sound of your whimpers.

“Anyway,” he said, still cool on the phone. “I’ll hit you back in like 10. We busy.”

He ended the call, causing the music to cut back on. He tossed the phone in the back seat, and finally, finally focused on you again. He thrust his hips up into you, meeting you half-way and you dropped down onto him. Strings of slick clung between you every time you lifted your hips, creamy and wet, connecting you like glue

“That’s what you get,” he murmurs against your neck. “Tryna talk all that shit… look at you now.”

You don’t respond.

You can’t at this point.

Not when you’re right on the edge, body trembling, thighs burning, tears prickling at your eyes from how deep he felt in this angle.

He feels how close you are, he cups your jaw, tilted your face up to look at him. “Cum f’me baby.”

Your body listens to him almost immediately as you start creaming all over his dick.

“Connie—ohmygod!” you cry, shaking almost violently as your orgasm is rushing through you, head thrown back, pussy pulsing around him hard. Milky, white liquid dripping down his balls as you came.

He doesn’t stop moving. Slowed a little, yeah, but didn’t stop moving as he felt his orgasm approaching.

You’re trembling on top of him, breath caught in your throat, still moving even though every shift makes your body jolt

He grunts as he sloppily bucks his hips up into you, held your waist down tight, chasing his own high. Thick ropes of cum shoots up into your pussy with a low groan against your skin, filling you up so warm you shuddered again from the feeling.

Y’all stayed like that as you caught your breath, his arms still around you, your face tucked against his neck.

The air in the car filled with the scent of weed and sex now. The windows were foggy. The playlist still going, but neither of you move.

Eventually, he rubs your back and said, “You good?”

You nod, still catching your breath. “You answered the phone. You’re so insane.”

He laughs. “Yeah. And you kept fuckin’ me. What that say about you?”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest weakly. “Shut up.”

He looks at you with that crooked-ass smile before grabbing your jaw to kiss you. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away. “Jean 100% knows we were fuckin’ btw, you was not quiet at all.”

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(a/n): connie and eren have the same vibe in my head so i write them a little too similar </3 im working on being more versatile bear w me

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summary: you take a girls trip to Miami with your best-friend. Eren gets jealous from a story he saw, and when you get home, he reminds you who you belong to—with dick.

wc: 2.9k

cw: eren yeager x black!fem reader, established relationship, smut (mdni), rough, jealousy, creampie, dom!eren, possessiveness, slight degradation, choking, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), eren is a lil toxic, raw sex (use protection), use of “papa/pa”, use of n-word (by reader), use of ma/mama

MIAMI, FL 🌴

You’ve been away almost a week now, finally giving in to your long-time best friend, Zayla’s, pressure and booking a girls trip to Miami, just to get away from what y’all were used to.

Eren wasn’t too happy about it, he sulked and pouted around your shared penthouse as he overheard you two planning it, but you were grown—he’d live.

The trip had been the most fun you’ve had in a while: the sun out, free drinks, music, and skin kissed by salt and sun. You finally felt free from the life you were used to, trying new things, going to new places. But then, that one night—when y’all ended up at a random ass club downtown—changed the whole vibe for the rest of the trip.

Saturday, July 20th — 11:12PM

Zayla was drunk asf, her story catching everything it didn’t need to catch. In one clip, you were posted up in a booth, talking to some random guy you just met. He made you laugh and was actually polite and sweet. It was harmless, until your phone dinged in your hand.

Eren❤️: Who’s that all up on you in the back of Zayla story?

Eren❤️: When you gon’ stop playing with me lil girl?

You blinked, once, twice, growing annoyed.

You: what are you talking about ‘ren ??

Eren❤️: You know what I’m talking about.

Eren❤️: You think you can be friendly just because I’m not there to make it obvious you mine?

You frowned. This nigga was really trying to ruin your night.

You quickly switched tabs to Instagram and checked Zayla’s story. Sure enough, there you were—tight black 2 piece hugging every inch of you, makeup glowing, smile bright and wide. And yeah, the guy you were chopping it up with leaned in just close enough to get Eren’s blood boiling, Eren was already on edge when you left so this was enough to tip him over.

You: eren, he’s just my friend. you doing too much.

You: i told you already you had nothing to worry about.

Eren❤️: Apparently you lied.

Eren❤️: You know I don’t like you wearing that little shit when I’m not with you anyway.

Eren❤️: That’s not even one of the outfits you showed me when you were packing.

Eren❤️: I don’t want you around him no more. You know that he about to try and take you home. I hate when you try to play dumb.

Read 11:34PM

He knows you despise when you’re accused of lying and doing shit you not. You didn’t answer. You just locked your phone and stared at the club lights with a pout while your drink sat untouched. Zayla stumbled next to you, loud and slurring, “Girl get up! What you doing? Let’s take a shot!”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and forced a smile as you got up.

⸻

Meanwhile, Eren sat in his hotboxed car outside your shared penthouse, blowing smoke through his nose, thumb tapping at the screen as he saw in real-time you reading it and the purple letters popping up at the bottom of the screen saying that you went on DND.

Eren❤️: This what we on? Ok.

He’d been trying to calm himself down for hours now. The weed helped. Barely.

You didn’t reply.

Didn’t call like you usually would at the end of the night.

Didn’t even send a dry, annoyingly formal, reply like you would do when you’re upset.

But occasionally, you’d open the messages he sent you, he knew you saw them. That’s the only way he knew you were okay and wasn’t going crazier than he already was.

He sent one more the day you were supposed to fly back.

Eren❤️: Let me know when you land mama

No read.

No reply.

Just the straight silence he hated.

⸻

Monday, July 22 — 7:58PM

Your flight landed late, and you ordered an Uber instead of telling him to pick you up. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to see him yet, you hated when he does this. You hadn’t answered a single text he sent you in the last 24 hours. You just needed to think.

But when you stepped into the dim penthouse, suitcase wheels echoing across the marble floor, the soft smell of weed and his cologne hit you at the same time as you open the door.

He was home.

You sighed, sliding your yeezy slides off, not even surprised when he appeared from the hallway, just stared at him blankly—sweatpants slung low, his long brown hair in that half-up-half-down that you loved (he knew that), gold chain that you got him for his birthday hanging on his bare chest, eyes low and tired but locked straight on you. The sight of him made your thighs press together, he looked so damn good but you couldn’t give in.

Eren stood there for a moment slowly looking you up and down. “You really wasn’t gon’ call me when you landed?”

You rolled your eyes as you set your suitcase to the side, voice too calm. “I didn’t feel like it.” you shrugged.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “So you just gon’ act like you wasn’t out there ignoring me for two days? Letting some random dude get all up in your space like I’m not the one who puts you in your place? Like you don’t belong to me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him “You done?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, reaching for your waist. “You had me out here sick.”

You tried to move past him, avoiding eye contact, but he caught your hand. He tugged you into him. His lips brushed your neck, slow and deliberate.

“I was jealous,” he admitted, voice low. “You smiling in some dude’s face like that? Wearing shit you ain’t even show me? You knew what you was doing.”

You sighed looking up into his eyes, softening just a little. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you pa.. I was just having fun.”

Your bag hit the floor with a soft thud.

“I’m the only fun you need,” he mumbled as he takes your hand his way to sit on the couch. “C’mere mama.” He pat his lap, inviting you to sit on him.

His large hands moved up and down your thighs as you straddled him. His hands were moving dangerously close to your clothed cunt as he eyes you as if he was studying your body, he finally made eye contact.

“You was out there forgetting who you belong to? Huh?” he wrapped his tatted hand around your neck, pulling you towards him and dragging his tongue slow down the sensitive spot on your neck.

“N-no, Papa, I know m’yours.” you breathed, as he lifted your baby tee up. You were braless, your pierced nipples exposed to the cool air of the penthouse as he groped your soft mounds while you start to grind your clothed clit onto him. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, your body knew you were still horny for him.

“That’s what I thought.”

He broke contact with your neck and leaned back onto the couch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with heat. “Tryna act like you mad at me… but grinding on me like this as soon as you get back.”

You rocked your hips slowly, thin fabric of your leggings grinding on his half-hard bulge, biting your lip, trying not to let your moans escape too easily.

Eren smirked.

“Don’t get quiet now. You had all that attitude in Miami.” He grabbed a fistful of your ass and bounced you harder onto his bulge. “You was talkin’ shit like you weren’t moaning my name the morning you left.” His smiled became wider as he used a high pitched voice to imitate you, “Papa Im gonna miss you and this dick so much,” he mocks. You hid your face in his neck, ears heating up in embarrassment, “P-papa, Stop! You finna make me nut again!” He continues with a wide grin across his face.

You whimper, nails digging into his chest. “Stop Eren.” you whine into his neck.

“Yeah, now you remember.”

He groans as his hands became greedy, sliding under your lace underwear and leggings, rough palms gripping your bare ass making you grind down harder. You gasped as you felt how rock hard he is under you, thick and pulsing as he feels your clothed folds grinding up and down his hard-on.

He suddenly stood up with his hands under your thighs, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist like its a second nature, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he carries you down the hall. You feel his cold chain pressing on your breast as he keeps kissing and biting your neck.

“You wanna play like you single wearing that tiny shit?” He muttered in your ear, voice low and rumbling. “Smiling in another dude face like he can make you feel like I can? Thats real cute.” Sarcasm laced thick in his tone as he nods his head.

“I wasn’t—“ before you can get another sentence out he throws you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress and before you can sit up, his hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed, pulling your leggings and lace thong down in one swift movement. Your thighs slightly trembled as the cold air hit your now soaked cunt.

“You think he can make you nut on his dick like I do? Tell me, ma.” He whispers against your ear as he runs his middle finger up and down your sensitive nub, making you gasp and clench around nothing. “You think he would’ve known what to do to you? He wouldn’t have lasted 2 minutes.”

His voice was like gravel, fingers still teasing your slick folds before suddenly sliding two thick digits deep into your heat, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed, your hands trying to move yourself up the bed to get away from his long, thick, fingers.

“Nah, don’t run now. You was talkin’ all that shit, remember?” he grunted, curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your body lock up. “Im not “doin’ too much” again, Am I?”

You grabbed at the sheets, legs already starting to tremble as his fingers curled moving in a ‘come here’ motion, pressing up to your sensitive spongy spot, his thumb pressing hard against your clit in tight, dirty circles. You were soaked, the sound of your arousal wet and messy between your thighs.

“E-eren—Mmmm!” you whined, hips bucking up into his hand as you grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him out of you.

“Hand.” he demanded, making you let go.

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean with a satisfied groan.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he yanked your legs over his shoulders and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, tongue diving into your cunt with no warning, no patience. He devoured you like a man starved—like this is what he lived for. He starts gripping your thighs to keep you still as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

Your fingers tangled in his hair instantly. “P-papa, please—oh my god—” You bit your lip as an attempt to quiet your moans. He roughly slapped your thigh making you whimper.

“Let that shit out.” he growled between licks. “I wanna hear you.”

You were already shaking, moaning loud as his tongue fucked into you deep, nose pressed against your clit as he moved his head side to side, making your eyes roll back.

You came hard, thighs squeezing around his head, body jolting as you sobbed out his name.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked you through it, messily, until your body was twitching and tears brimmed at your waterline. He pulled back, lips and chin soaked in you.

Smirking at your teary eyes and the pout of your lips as he stood, dragging his sweatpants down to free his thick, heavy cock—veins prominent, tip flushed, already dripping pre-cum.

You stared, lip trembling, chest rising and falling fast.

He flipped you onto your stomach like it was nothing and yanked your ass up into the air. You tried to crawl up the bed to get away from him,“Nah, you gon’ take this. You gon’ remember who own this pussy.”

And with one slow, punishing stroke—he bottomed out inside you.

You choked on a moan, hands gripping the sheets so tight you thought your freshly done acrylic nails were gonna break. The stretch was deep, almost painful, but it was exactly what you've been unknowingly craving all week. Eren was thick, and he didn't ease into it-he filled you in one hard stroke, balls pressing against your soaked folds as he bottomed out.

"Thaaat's it," he groaned behind you, holding your hips tight as your walls clenched around him. "This what you needed, huh baby?” He coo’d, “Had to go act out just to remember who fuckin' owns this pussy."

"E-eren, please.." you whimpered, your voice barely audible through the gasps he fucked out of you.

"Nah," he growled, snapping his hips into you again, slow but deep, making you feel every inch, vein, and the curve.

"That’s not my name."

"Papa! Fuck-s'too deep-" your voice cracked as your body rocked forward with each thrust. Toes curling as his heavy balls slapped against your clit.

He gripped the back of your neck and pushed your head down onto the mattress, muffling your loud moans.

“What I tell you about allat cussing mama? Y’know I don’t like that shit.”

His hips slam into you harder, the loud sound of slapping skin, moans, and your soaked pussy bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom.

His fingers snaked between your legs circling your sensitive, swollen, pearl making you squeal.

“I know baby,” fake sympathy dripping from his tone, “you’re taking me so good.”

Your body was jelly, mouth open in a silent scream as your orgasm snuck up fast, overwhelming you. You clenched hard around him, crying out, "'m cumming—!"

“I feel you mama, Let that shit go for me.” he grunted, thrust growing brutal and sloppy. “F-fuck, you’re squeezing the fuck outta me.”

Your body spasmed under him, juices dripping down your thighs as you came hard around him , legs shaking. But he didn't slow down.

"Fuckin' missed this pussy," he growled, pulling out just to flip you onto your back. "Look at me while I nut in you."

He rubs his sensitive tip onto your swollen clit before he pushed back in, half-lidded green orbs locked with your teary brown eyes, both of you panting. Your breast bouncing in sync with his thrust. His chain swung between you, tapping your chest with every brutal thrust. His jaw clenched, brows furrowed, breath ragged.

He shoved 2 of his digits into your mouth, pressing against your tongue to make you louder as you moaned against his fingers.

“Y-you look so pretty after you cum mama. Fuck—“ he groans after he stares at your fucked-out face, eyes low, tears staining your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek, lips swollen and shiny from you biting them and drooling all over yourself.

“Let me see that face when I fill you up," he hissed through gritted teeth, and with one final thrust, he groaned-deep, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. He thrust a few more times causing him to let out a small whimper before collapsing on top of you.

Warmth flooded your core, and you whimpered as you felt every twitch of his cock inside you, his forehead resting your neck as he was still inside you.

Eren stayed there, buried deep, catching his breath against your neck as his cum leaked out around his cock, onto the comforter, warm and sticky between your thighs.

Your legs were still trembling, chest heaving, your voice gone from how loud you were screaming. You could feel your heartbeats sync up as you guys’ breathing went back to normal, his weight grounding you, holding you still like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

Then, without warning, he pulled out with a soft groan, you whine at the movement— your body twitching at the sudden emptiness. He looked down at the mess between your thighs, then dragged two fingers through it, making you buck your hips up—smirking at the sight of his cum mixed with yours.

“You did so good f’me baby,” he murmured, tapping your overstimulated clit with those same fingers, making you jolt and whine

He stood up, walked to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel, your legs still up in the air waiting for him to wipe you down. He came back and wiped you down as he leaned down to brushed his lips against your swollen ones, giving you a soft, sloppy, open mouth kisses.

You whimpered in between the kisses as you felt the soft fabric of the towel semi-roughly rubbing against your sensitive clit, legs twitching, trying to close around his hand.

“Eren…” you whine as you grab his hand wiping you down, “be gentle.” He smirks as he leans over to give you another soft kiss. “M’sorry, mama.”

He breaks from this kiss and goes down to kiss the marks on your neck he left behind, “Dont ignore me for that long again though.” he mutters against your neck as he pulls your underwear back up, giving your ass 2 light taps before walking back in the bathroom.

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summary: basically toji just breaking your bad habit during sex.

cw: toji x black!fem reader, established relationship, explicit smut (18+), mating press, overstimulation, praise, possessive talk, eye contact kink??, use of ma/mama, mention of ex.

Toji hated it when you covered your face.

Didn’t matter how deep he was inside your spongy walls, how insecure you were of your fucked-out expression, how sensitive you were from how many times you came, how loud the clap of skin echoed off the walls—if your hand even started sliding up to hide your expression, he was would grab your hands, pining them to the side of your head as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

Your ex was the main reason you hid your face, his body language whenever you got too into it with him made you insecure. He never said anything out loud, he would just look away—never kissed you or held eye contact. After a while, he started to make you think you looked dumb or too desperate during sex which is what made you start putting your hands on your face. Toji was different, the complete opposite actually, he needed eye contact.

“Mm-mm” he grunted in disapproval, big hand wrapping around your wrist mid-stroke. “Nah, ma. Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

Your bonnet had slipped halfway off your head, your pre-done edges lifted slicked with sweat, lash extensions wet and low as your lips are trembling from the teasingly slow, thick strokes he kept feeding your hungry pussy — deep, deliberate, like he was tryna ruin you from the inside out. And he was.

Your thighs were spread wide, his torso was pushing behind your thighs, while your legs were over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean mating press — he makes deep eye contact with you as his lower lip hides between his teeth.

You whimpered, you always felt so exposed in this position. Hips twitching up against him, oozing slick dripping slow, tracing from your pussy down to your ass onto the bed, soaking the sheets. He was thick and heavy inside you, hitting that spot he knew you loved every single time, that nasty, drawn-out drag of dick pulling out and quickly snapping back into you makin’ your toes curl and your belly jump. He knows your body as if it was his.

The sound of your dripping pussy squelching filled the whole room.

He licked his rosy, pink lips as he looked down at you, eyes hooded, lips barely parted, dark hair around his temples, slightly damp with sweat.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice almost slurred from how pussy-drunk he was. “You hear how loud she is?”

You did. You felt it. Every slow grind, every clench, every time he pushed all the way in and just stayed there, pressing deep like he didn’t care if you came or cried first. Just wanted to keep you full. Your pussy loves him just as much as you do.

“This pussy mine, right?” he growled, hips stuttering just once as he saw you roll your eyes back. “Say it, baby. Let me fuckin’ hear you.”

You gasped, barely able to get the words out between moans as you trembled. “It’s yours, Toji—fuck—I swear.”

You felt his dick twitch at your words as he kissed your cheek, then your neck, then your lips, slow and nasty. Tongue sliding over yours as they danced around each other while he snapped his hips up just a little faster — not rough, but you felt he was growing needy. That type of stroke that says he’d live inside you if he could.

Your back arched off the mattress, He knew you did that when you were close. You had a tendency to hide your face every-time you came which Toji, of course, always got frustrated at.

“Don’t fucking your face, pretty. I want you to look at me when you give me that nut.“

And when you finally came — legs trembling, voice cracking, loud moans bouncing against the walls as you violently fluttered around him and screamed his name “T-Toji! Fuck!” — he didn’t stop.

You really tried your hardest to keep you eyes open to look at him as you came but you couldn’t.

“Aww, mama..” he fake pouted, “..you didn’t look at me like I told you. Looks like we have to try again, don’t we?”

Your eyes shot open at his words. “N-no! Toji please, I cant! M’sorry—fuck!” You whined as he thrust his hips harder.

“Y’can give me one more, mama.” He smirked as he leans down to kiss your neck, letting go of one of your hands to rub your sensitive pearl making you buck your hips up.

“Let me see those pretty eyes this time, Okay?”

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summary: basically toji just breaking your bad habit during sex.

cw: toji x black!fem reader, established relationship, explicit smut (18+), mating press, overstimulation, praise, possessive talk, eye contact kink??, use of ma/mama, mention of ex.

Toji hated it when you covered your face.

Didn’t matter how deep he was inside your spongy walls, how insecure you were of your fucked-out expression, how sensitive you were from how many times you came, how loud the clap of skin echoed off the walls—if your hand even started sliding up to hide your expression, he was would grab your hands, pining them to the side of your head as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

Your ex was the main reason you hid your face, his body language whenever you got too into it with him made you insecure. He never said anything out loud, he would just look away—never kissed you or held eye contact. After a while, he started to make you think you looked dumb or too desperate during sex which is what made you start putting your hands on your face. Toji was different, the complete opposite actually, he needed eye contact.

“Mm-mm” he grunted in disapproval, big hand wrapping around your wrist mid-stroke. “Nah, ma. Don’t fuckin’ do that.”

Your bonnet had slipped halfway off your head, your pre-done edges lifted slicked with sweat, lash extensions wet and low as your lips are trembling from the teasingly slow, thick strokes he kept feeding your hungry pussy — deep, deliberate, like he was tryna ruin you from the inside out. And he was.

Your thighs were spread wide, his torso was pushing behind your thighs, while your legs were over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean mating press — he makes deep eye contact with you as his lower lip hides between his teeth.

You whimpered, you always felt so exposed in this position. Hips twitching up against him, oozing slick dripping slow, tracing from your pussy down to your ass onto the bed, soaking the sheets. He was thick and heavy inside you, hitting that spot he knew you loved every single time, that nasty, drawn-out drag of dick pulling out and quickly snapping back into you makin’ your toes curl and your belly jump. He knows your body as if it was his.

The sound of your dripping pussy squelching filled the whole room.

He licked his rosy, pink lips as he looked down at you, eyes hooded, lips barely parted, dark hair around his temples, slightly damp with sweat.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice almost slurred from how pussy-drunk he was. “You hear how loud she is?”

You did. You felt it. Every slow grind, every clench, every time he pushed all the way in and just stayed there, pressing deep like he didn’t care if you came or cried first. Just wanted to keep you full. Your pussy loves him just as much as you do.

“This pussy mine, right?” he growled, hips stuttering just once as he saw you roll your eyes back. “Say it, baby. Let me fuckin’ hear you.”

You gasped, barely able to get the words out between moans as you trembled. “It’s yours, Toji—fuck—I swear.”

You felt his dick twitch at your words as he kissed your cheek, then your neck, then your lips, slow and nasty. Tongue sliding over yours as they danced around each other while he snapped his hips up just a little faster — not rough, but you felt he was growing needy. That type of stroke that says he’d live inside you if he could.

Your back arched off the mattress, He knew you did that when you were close. You had a tendency to hide your face every-time you came which Toji, of course, always got frustrated at.

“Don’t fucking your face, pretty. I want you to look at me when you give me that nut.“

And when you finally came — legs trembling, voice cracking, loud moans bouncing against the walls as you violently fluttered around him and screamed his name “T-Toji! Fuck!” — he didn’t stop.

You really tried your hardest to keep you eyes open to look at him as you came but you couldn’t.

“Aww, mama..” he fake pouted, “..you didn’t look at me like I told you. Looks like we have to try again, don’t we?”

Your eyes shot open at his words. “N-no! Toji please, I cant! M’sorry—fuck!” You whined as he thrust his hips harder.

“Y’can give me one more, mama.” He smirked as he leans down to kiss your neck, letting go of one of your hands to rub your sensitive pearl making you buck your hips up.

“Let me see those pretty eyes this time, Okay?”

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summary: you take a girls trip to Miami with your best-friend. Eren gets jealous from a story he saw, and when you get home, he reminds you who you belong to—with dick.

wc: 2.9k

cw: eren yeager x black!fem reader, established relationship, smut (mdni), rough, jealousy, creampie, dom!eren, possessiveness, slight degradation, choking, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), eren is a lil toxic, raw sex (use protection), use of “papa/pa”, use of n-word (by reader), use of ma/mama

MIAMI, FL 🌴

You’ve been away almost a week now, finally giving in to your long-time best friend, Zayla’s, pressure and booking a girls trip to Miami, just to get away from what y’all were used to.

Eren wasn’t too happy about it, he sulked and pouted around your shared penthouse as he overheard you two planning it, but you were grown—he’d live.

The trip had been the most fun you’ve had in a while: the sun out, free drinks, music, and skin kissed by salt and sun. You finally felt free from the life you were used to, trying new things, going to new places. But then, that one night—when y’all ended up at a random ass club downtown—changed the whole vibe for the rest of the trip.

Saturday, July 20th — 11:12PM

Zayla was drunk asf, her story catching everything it didn’t need to catch. In one clip, you were posted up in a booth, talking to some random guy you just met. He made you laugh and was actually polite and sweet. It was harmless, until your phone dinged in your hand.

Eren❤️: Who’s that all up on you in the back of Zayla story?

Eren❤️: When you gon’ stop playing with me lil girl?

You blinked, once, twice, growing annoyed.

You: what are you talking about ‘ren ??

Eren❤️: You know what I’m talking about.

Eren❤️: You think you can be friendly just because I’m not there to make it obvious you mine?

You frowned. This nigga was really trying to ruin your night.

You quickly switched tabs to Instagram and checked Zayla’s story. Sure enough, there you were—tight black 2 piece hugging every inch of you, makeup glowing, smile bright and wide. And yeah, the guy you were chopping it up with leaned in just close enough to get Eren’s blood boiling, Eren was already on edge when you left so this was enough to tip him over.

You: eren, he’s just my friend. you doing too much.

You: i told you already you had nothing to worry about.

Eren❤️: Apparently you lied.

Eren❤️: You know I don’t like you wearing that little shit when I’m not with you anyway.

Eren❤️: That’s not even one of the outfits you showed me when you were packing.

Eren❤️: I don’t want you around him no more. You know that he about to try and take you home. I hate when you try to play dumb.

Read 11:34PM

He knows you despise when you’re accused of lying and doing shit you not. You didn’t answer. You just locked your phone and stared at the club lights with a pout while your drink sat untouched. Zayla stumbled next to you, loud and slurring, “Girl get up! What you doing? Let’s take a shot!”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and forced a smile as you got up.

⸻

Meanwhile, Eren sat in his hotboxed car outside your shared penthouse, blowing smoke through his nose, thumb tapping at the screen as he saw in real-time you reading it and the purple letters popping up at the bottom of the screen saying that you went on DND.

Eren❤️: This what we on? Ok.

He’d been trying to calm himself down for hours now. The weed helped. Barely.

You didn’t reply.

Didn’t call like you usually would at the end of the night.

Didn’t even send a dry, annoyingly formal, reply like you would do when you’re upset.

But occasionally, you’d open the messages he sent you, he knew you saw them. That’s the only way he knew you were okay and wasn’t going crazier than he already was.

He sent one more the day you were supposed to fly back.

Eren❤️: Let me know when you land mama

No read.

No reply.

Just the straight silence he hated.

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Monday, July 22 — 7:58PM

Your flight landed late, and you ordered an Uber instead of telling him to pick you up. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to see him yet, you hated when he does this. You hadn’t answered a single text he sent you in the last 24 hours. You just needed to think.

But when you stepped into the dim penthouse, suitcase wheels echoing across the marble floor, the soft smell of weed and his cologne hit you at the same time as you open the door.

He was home.

You sighed, sliding your yeezy slides off, not even surprised when he appeared from the hallway, just stared at him blankly—sweatpants slung low, his long brown hair in that half-up-half-down that you loved (he knew that), gold chain that you got him for his birthday hanging on his bare chest, eyes low and tired but locked straight on you. The sight of him made your thighs press together, he looked so damn good but you couldn’t give in.

Eren stood there for a moment slowly looking you up and down. “You really wasn’t gon’ call me when you landed?”

You rolled your eyes as you set your suitcase to the side, voice too calm. “I didn’t feel like it.” you shrugged.

He scoffed, stepping closer. “So you just gon’ act like you wasn’t out there ignoring me for two days? Letting some random dude get all up in your space like I’m not the one who puts you in your place? Like you don’t belong to me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him “You done?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, reaching for your waist. “You had me out here sick.”

You tried to move past him, avoiding eye contact, but he caught your hand. He tugged you into him. His lips brushed your neck, slow and deliberate.

“I was jealous,” he admitted, voice low. “You smiling in some dude’s face like that? Wearing shit you ain’t even show me? You knew what you was doing.”

You sighed looking up into his eyes, softening just a little. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you pa.. I was just having fun.”

Your bag hit the floor with a soft thud.

“I’m the only fun you need,” he mumbled as he takes your hand his way to sit on the couch. “C’mere mama.” He pat his lap, inviting you to sit on him.

His large hands moved up and down your thighs as you straddled him. His hands were moving dangerously close to your clothed cunt as he eyes you as if he was studying your body, he finally made eye contact.

“You was out there forgetting who you belong to? Huh?” he wrapped his tatted hand around your neck, pulling you towards him and dragging his tongue slow down the sensitive spot on your neck.

“N-no, Papa, I know m’yours.” you breathed, as he lifted your baby tee up. You were braless, your pierced nipples exposed to the cool air of the penthouse as he groped your soft mounds while you start to grind your clothed clit onto him. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, your body knew you were still horny for him.

“That’s what I thought.”

He broke contact with your neck and leaned back onto the couch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with heat. “Tryna act like you mad at me… but grinding on me like this as soon as you get back.”

You rocked your hips slowly, thin fabric of your leggings grinding on his half-hard bulge, biting your lip, trying not to let your moans escape too easily.

Eren smirked.

“Don’t get quiet now. You had all that attitude in Miami.” He grabbed a fistful of your ass and bounced you harder onto his bulge. “You was talkin’ shit like you weren’t moaning my name the morning you left.” His smiled became wider as he used a high pitched voice to imitate you, “Papa Im gonna miss you and this dick so much,” he mocks. You hid your face in his neck, ears heating up in embarrassment, “P-papa, Stop! You finna make me nut again!” He continues with a wide grin across his face.

You whimper, nails digging into his chest. “Stop Eren.” you whine into his neck.

“Yeah, now you remember.”

He groans as his hands became greedy, sliding under your lace underwear and leggings, rough palms gripping your bare ass making you grind down harder. You gasped as you felt how rock hard he is under you, thick and pulsing as he feels your clothed folds grinding up and down his hard-on.

He suddenly stood up with his hands under your thighs, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist like its a second nature, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he carries you down the hall. You feel his cold chain pressing on your breast as he keeps kissing and biting your neck.

“You wanna play like you single wearing that tiny shit?” He muttered in your ear, voice low and rumbling. “Smiling in another dude face like he can make you feel like I can? Thats real cute.” Sarcasm laced thick in his tone as he nods his head.

“I wasn’t—“ before you can get another sentence out he throws you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress and before you can sit up, his hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed, pulling your leggings and lace thong down in one swift movement. Your thighs slightly trembled as the cold air hit your now soaked cunt.

“You think he can make you nut on his dick like I do? Tell me, ma.” He whispers against your ear as he runs his middle finger up and down your sensitive nub, making you gasp and clench around nothing. “You think he would’ve known what to do to you? He wouldn’t have lasted 2 minutes.”

His voice was like gravel, fingers still teasing your slick folds before suddenly sliding two thick digits deep into your heat, making you cry out and arch your back off the bed, your hands trying to move yourself up the bed to get away from his long, thick, fingers.

“Nah, don’t run now. You was talkin’ all that shit, remember?” he grunted, curling his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your body lock up. “Im not “doin’ too much” again, Am I?”

You grabbed at the sheets, legs already starting to tremble as his fingers curled moving in a ‘come here’ motion, pressing up to your sensitive spongy spot, his thumb pressing hard against your clit in tight, dirty circles. You were soaked, the sound of your arousal wet and messy between your thighs.

“E-eren—Mmmm!” you whined, hips bucking up into his hand as you grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him out of you.

“Hand.” he demanded, making you let go.

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean with a satisfied groan.

You didn’t even have time to breathe before he yanked your legs over his shoulders and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, tongue diving into your cunt with no warning, no patience. He devoured you like a man starved—like this is what he lived for. He starts gripping your thighs to keep you still as he dragged his tongue up and down your folds, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard.

Your fingers tangled in his hair instantly. “P-papa, please—oh my god—” You bit your lip as an attempt to quiet your moans. He roughly slapped your thigh making you whimper.

“Let that shit out.” he growled between licks. “I wanna hear you.”

You were already shaking, moaning loud as his tongue fucked into you deep, nose pressed against your clit as he moved his head side to side, making your eyes roll back.

You came hard, thighs squeezing around his head, body jolting as you sobbed out his name.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked you through it, messily, until your body was twitching and tears brimmed at your waterline. He pulled back, lips and chin soaked in you.

Smirking at your teary eyes and the pout of your lips as he stood, dragging his sweatpants down to free his thick, heavy cock—veins prominent, tip flushed, already dripping pre-cum.

You stared, lip trembling, chest rising and falling fast.

He flipped you onto your stomach like it was nothing and yanked your ass up into the air. You tried to crawl up the bed to get away from him,“Nah, you gon’ take this. You gon’ remember who own this pussy.”

And with one slow, punishing stroke—he bottomed out inside you.

You choked on a moan, hands gripping the sheets so tight you thought your freshly done acrylic nails were gonna break. The stretch was deep, almost painful, but it was exactly what you've been unknowingly craving all week. Eren was thick, and he didn't ease into it-he filled you in one hard stroke, balls pressing against your soaked folds as he bottomed out.

"Thaaat's it," he groaned behind you, holding your hips tight as your walls clenched around him. "This what you needed, huh baby?” He coo’d, “Had to go act out just to remember who fuckin' owns this pussy."

"E-eren, please.." you whimpered, your voice barely audible through the gasps he fucked out of you.

"Nah," he growled, snapping his hips into you again, slow but deep, making you feel every inch, vein, and the curve.

"That’s not my name."

"Papa! Fuck-s'too deep-" your voice cracked as your body rocked forward with each thrust. Toes curling as his heavy balls slapped against your clit.

He gripped the back of your neck and pushed your head down onto the mattress, muffling your loud moans.

“What I tell you about allat cussing mama? Y’know I don’t like that shit.”

His hips slam into you harder, the loud sound of slapping skin, moans, and your soaked pussy bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom.

His fingers snaked between your legs circling your sensitive, swollen, pearl making you squeal.

“I know baby,” fake sympathy dripping from his tone, “you’re taking me so good.”

Your body was jelly, mouth open in a silent scream as your orgasm snuck up fast, overwhelming you. You clenched hard around him, crying out, "'m cumming—!"

“I feel you mama, Let that shit go for me.” he grunted, thrust growing brutal and sloppy. “F-fuck, you’re squeezing the fuck outta me.”

Your body spasmed under him, juices dripping down your thighs as you came hard around him , legs shaking. But he didn't slow down.

"Fuckin' missed this pussy," he growled, pulling out just to flip you onto your back. "Look at me while I nut in you."

He rubs his sensitive tip onto your swollen clit before he pushed back in, half-lidded green orbs locked with your teary brown eyes, both of you panting. Your breast bouncing in sync with his thrust. His chain swung between you, tapping your chest with every brutal thrust. His jaw clenched, brows furrowed, breath ragged.

He shoved 2 of his digits into your mouth, pressing against your tongue to make you louder as you moaned against his fingers.

“Y-you look so pretty after you cum mama. Fuck—“ he groans after he stares at your fucked-out face, eyes low, tears staining your cheeks, drool dripping down your cheek, lips swollen and shiny from you biting them and drooling all over yourself.

“Let me see that face when I fill you up," he hissed through gritted teeth, and with one final thrust, he groaned-deep, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you. He thrust a few more times causing him to let out a small whimper before collapsing on top of you.

Warmth flooded your core, and you whimpered as you felt every twitch of his cock inside you, his forehead resting your neck as he was still inside you.

Eren stayed there, buried deep, catching his breath against your neck as his cum leaked out around his cock, onto the comforter, warm and sticky between your thighs.

Your legs were still trembling, chest heaving, your voice gone from how loud you were screaming. You could feel your heartbeats sync up as you guys’ breathing went back to normal, his weight grounding you, holding you still like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

Then, without warning, he pulled out with a soft groan, you whine at the movement— your body twitching at the sudden emptiness. He looked down at the mess between your thighs, then dragged two fingers through it, making you buck your hips up—smirking at the sight of his cum mixed with yours.

“You did so good f’me baby,” he murmured, tapping your overstimulated clit with those same fingers, making you jolt and whine

He stood up, walked to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel, your legs still up in the air waiting for him to wipe you down. He came back and wiped you down as he leaned down to brushed his lips against your swollen ones, giving you a soft, sloppy, open mouth kisses.

You whimpered in between the kisses as you felt the soft fabric of the towel semi-roughly rubbing against your sensitive clit, legs twitching, trying to close around his hand.

“Eren…” you whine as you grab his hand wiping you down, “be gentle.” He smirks as he leans over to give you another soft kiss. “M’sorry, mama.”

He breaks from this kiss and goes down to kiss the marks on your neck he left behind, “Dont ignore me for that long again though.” he mutters against your neck as he pulls your underwear back up, giving your ass 2 light taps before walking back in the bathroom.

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