k2ssland

[k2ssland]

fem!reader, public cockwarming.

wrote this quickly at work hiding from my manager but he caught me before i could finish so it’s kinda cliffhanger–ish .. sowwy

thinking about tutor!gojo who invites you to a private study room to prepare for finals and instead of traditional study methods, he has his own way of doing things.

tutor!gojo who has you in his lap with his fat cock sitting pretty inside you and his cotton candy tip teasing your cervix. your mini skirt pooling at your waist and he holds your hips tightly, digging into your flushed skin with his blunt nails.

your sweet, faint mewls were like music to his ears — filling up the thankfully soundproofed and enclosed cubicle. in his attempt to explain organic chemistry to you, you’re still unable to comprehend because all you can focus on is nice and full of gojo you are. and with each passing moment, you grow increasingly needy for more. your puffy lips shaped into a pout as you tremble above him. his cock reaches so deep and stretches you out so well that you can’t help but grind against him. and every time you do, he chastises to pull out if you don’t stay still.

“t–toru! please, ‘need more,” you whined.

“awe, i know baby, but you want a good grade don’t you? it’ll just a little longer, i promise.”

tutor!gojo who’s panting now as he’s fucking you senselessly from the back. strings of broken curses pool from his lips like they’ve been aching for this moment. his big hands spread open the fat of your ass allowing him to reach deeper, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

you whimper and moan, tucking your lip behind your teeth from the immense stimulation that's all because of your tutor’s devilish cock exploring every inch of you.

©2023 KANNARIE — do not translate, modify, repost, or steal any of my work. i will bite you, disrespectfully.

[k2ssland]

eren hitting it from the back just to watch your ass bounce back and forth on his abs glistening with sweat. one hand roughly intertwined in your hair and a tight grasp on your brown plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hands left crescent moons in the dimples of your hips where your skirt pooled. your fingers are searching for something to grab onto while he pounds into you, leaving you breathless between strokes. your sweet pussy squelching from it being suctioned onto the length of his thick, pretty dick. frothing at the base of his cock as your slick juices drip onto the silk sheets.

his thick hands make their way to your lower half, using both of them to pry your ass cheeks open and allowing him to reach further. he spits a long strand of saliva onto your hole, rubbing it in with his thumb. continuing his pace, a sharp stabbing pain emerges from your ass and it throbs around his finger as he pushes deeper. your arch falters underneath his grasp while sticky tears quickly blur your big doe eyes and you reach back, placing your hand on his stomach, and trying to push him back. your toes curled up as he fucked you with the perfect contrast of pleasure and pain.

eren's so addicted to you. you begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. ranging from how much you love him, how nobody will ever fuck you like he does, and how your body belongs to him. listening to your pretty mewls as music to his ears while his veiny engorged cock sinks into your swollen puffy pussy and his large finger fucks your hole simultaneously. your whole vision started to tunnel, your whole body shook with overstimulation, your skin sticky and damp with sweat, and you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming but holding off for him.

after a few more minutes of aggressively double penetrating his pretty little girlfriend, he finally gave you permission to cum. he presses his cock against that special spot and stays there until you cry out, painting a sheer coat around his throbbing dick as your hand pressed against his abdomen, trying to push him away. he praises as you come down from your orgasm, maintaining the same pace he brought you to your climax at. within seconds, he slows to a halt, and eren’s cock is pulsating and spilling stringy ropes of his cum, painting your inner walls completely white.

this may have been a little unhinged cause i don’t know how people feel about fingers in the ass but meee personally, i like when my man’s thumb is in my butt . . . unedited!

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[k2ssland]

connie springer found himself crushing on one of his pretty little college girl clients . . . it started when you discovered him through a mutual on campus who deemed he produced the best quality weed in the area and in addition, he was undeniably sexy. curiosity swarmed your mind to see if the weed he was really all that.

even though you rarely indulged in smoking—the only times being for anxiety relief, you got his number and worked up the courage to text. agreeing on a time for his delivery, you sat on your porch, heart pounding through your chest while anticipating his arrival. and he pulled up a little after twelve-thirty am blasting xavier wulf, disturbing all your poor sleeping neighbors. nervously approaching his coupe as he rolled his five percent tinted window down simultaneously lowering the music to a normal level.

"yo, what you doin' buyin' from me, lil' college girl?" was the first thing the brunette-headed beauty said to you. connie's hazel eyes shamelessly trace your plush brown skin body from your fresh goddess braids to the white painted toes in your christian dior sandals.

immediately, his masculine musk mixed with marijuana swarmed your nose and overstimulated your senses making you dizzy. connie leaned back comfortably in his seat and no seat belt in sight, he now tucked his hands into his grey nike sweats, revealing the inseam of his red psds and a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. tattoo sleeves ran up both of his muscular arms all the way to his chest.

"the others at yo school usually want rocks, but it's only green ova here." he spoke in a deep tone with a slightly foreign accent, licking his plump cotton candy lips after speaking and slightly showing the blinged-out grills secured to his teeth.

"boy, what the hell? i'm not here for cocaine, that's not what my people do." distraught and snapped out of your daydream by his reply, you painted an almost disgusted look on your face and his laughter erupted throughout the car.

between his laughter, he subtly apologized and continued on with the deal. you apprehensively played it off as you had a big test the following day and simply needed something to calm your nerves, knowing damn well you just wanted to see the infamous sexy dealer in your college town up close.

"oh, word? that's wassup mami. te deseo buena suerte."

he slid an extra ounce in your bag and shrugged it off as a miscount, but the real reason simply being that he was enticed by your beauty. a few days later, before you even finished what you already had, you called him up for another eighth just so you could see his gorgeous face again.

after delivering to you numerous times, he finally asked you out on his version of a date, which was matching in front of a breathtaking view, talking about aliens n conspiracy theories, and after, treating you to whatever munchies craving you possessed.

eventually, connie cautiously opened you up to his world, sometimes allowing you to accompany him on his late-night deliveries whenever you had insomnia. it was definitely different from what you'd known, you wondered to yourself how you, the girl who completely devoted herself to her school, producing top-of-the-line grades, came from a supportive and loving family, ended up skipping class to ride passenger princess in a sexy drug dealer's bmw who knew nothing but the streets.

you knew it was bad and so did he, you two had no business being together, but it was just something about you—something about him.

from you being so oblivious to his street slang and always following up with, "um connie . . . what does that mean?" and vice versa, the way you articulated words only captivated him more, asking you to educate him on their meanings and slowly applying them to his lingo. he admired how you spoke properly regardless of your black friends accusing you of being white-washed because of your pwi.

eventually, he taught you how to weigh his loads, putting your own touch on them by packaging them into pink plastic baggies with their name, amount, and a heart around it.

"mami, they gon' think i went all soft and shit now," is what he told you every time regardless of him finding it adorable.

he thought your innocence and intelligence were alluring and for your sake, he knew he should've kept it strictly professional business, but he wanted to ruin you.

his aspiration only grew larger after one night, participating in a mini competition amongst yourselves to see who would tap out first while smoking as many blunts as possible.

your deep brown eyes were low n red after two, ready to quit due to the feeling of immense drowsiness. feeling as if you were on another planet, you brazenly confessed a few secrets of yours before falling asleep in his arms—one being that you had never had sex before. the thought of connie popping your sweet cherry made him brick up instantly. he would’ve took you right then and there in the backseat of his car, but he wanted you to be completely conscious for it.

teaching you his ways was only the beginning, not only did he want to corrupt your mind, he desired to take over your entire body like a vicious plague.

you sheepishly admitted that being in his scene terrified you but he assured you, "i promise nothin' will happen to you as long as you wit me, mamacita."

he later conceded to you that he was always strapped with his glock-19 and in a way, that made him even sexier. he pulled the weapon out of his baggy sweats and laid it on his lap for you to comprehend. you blurted out asking if he had ever used it on someone.

"ignorance is bliss, ain’t that right, bae?” giving you a small smile alongside a chuckle, continuing on with his delivery route as if nothing happened.

he dropped you home later that night and it was spent under your baby pink silk sheets, one hand tightly resting on your breast, the other rubbing over your aching clit. soft mewls of his name escaped your lips while fantasizing about him holding his loaded gun to your head, finger just shy of the trigger as he fucked you dumb. you messily came undone all over yourself and from that day on, your worries about safety never resumed.

the next thing you knew, connie's plan had you exactly where he wanted you to be. his big body hovering over your adorably small one in comparison and looking down upon you hungrily with low bloodshot eyes, making you indecisive of if the sight was sexy or terrifying, or both.

legs spread onto the dip of his buff shoulders, gold anklet dangling in his face and his precum-soaked tip aimed at your entrance. it was everything you had fantasized about; thick, circumcised, and pretty. veins protruding from the base to his baby pink tip, the same color as your thong he pulled aside.

"wait! wait—connie, before you continue, i need to tell you something.” the fear was evident in your eyes, shakily placing your small chubby hand on his toned lower stomach to avoid him proceeding further.

"oh, that you're a virgin?"

"wait, wait what?" eyes widening, your brows lowering with confusion.

"you do lots of talkin' when you're high, but even without you tellin' it was obvious." his copper eyes briefly shifted towards the chastity ring that never left your finger.

"fuck you, connie."

"oh yea? fuck me, baby? nah, fuck you."

audibly gasping at the sudden aggressive shift into your slit and taking in all of his inches. a smug grin painting his face once he watches the pretty virgin trying to adjust to his length, the stretch embarrassingly being nearly unbearable for you.

"t'hurts," your brown irises rolling to the depths of your skull and he needily bucked his hips against you, balls deep inside of your pussy, slapping against the fat of your ass with no remorse.

“c–connie it’s t’much . . . i can’t.” while gripping onto the sheets as if your life depended on it, light tears swell your sweet doe eyes and your eyelashes meeting with your flushed cheeks from tightly clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well, coating his cock with sticky cream ring.

"awn you can't take it, baby? i thought it was fuck me though, right?" he purred in a condescending tone, his russet eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole.

"m'sorry . . . connie, m'so so sorry, please."

"m'so sorry," connie embarrassingly mocks your tone creating nearly the same pitch as your shaky voice. his veiny hand wrapped around your neck restricting your breath to a minimum and making you dizzy while soft mewls slithered out of your lips, pain mixing with a foreign feeling of pleasure.

"actin' so innocent all the damn time n yet here you are, pretty pussy creamin' all over my dick." his words spilling from his lips like an addictive poison to your brain.

"ease up f'me princesa, with you clenchin' like that m'not gonna last long." connie's voice coos in your ear as he positions your legs all the way over his shoulders to allow him to plant harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight. gripping your plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hand and squirming underneath his weight. the room filled with lewd sloppy squelching noises from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his shaft.

your short french tip nails dug into his sweat-glistened skin leaving crescent moons behind and you weren't even fighting back anymore, you embraced it. nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck as he thrusts inside of your tummy.

"oo my gosh, connie. m'gonna cum." your arch faltering, yearning for the sweet release that doing it yourself could never fulfill. his hips angled directly at your sweet spot sending warm n fuzzy shocks through your body.

his dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was close as well based off of his sloppier thrusts. so pussy drunk from your sopping cunt he didn't even hear you talking, he just continued with his pace.

your core tightened and the utmost sensational orgasm ripped out of you. it only took a few more weak strokes to lead to his thick sticky ribbons of goo shooting inside of you and painting your walls completely white.

"connie . . . do drug dealers have hookups to plan b's too?"

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[k2ssland]

kannarie/kari. nineteen. her/she. afro-caribbean writer. suguru’s pretty pink princess. jjk-focused nsfw blog. >ヮ<

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