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2neaky · 5 months ago

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Black orchid & patchouli has been in the air ever since the bathroom door opened. Sure, it’s died down some. Yet, still, the source of the smell is present.

Just a foot or two away from him.

She’s in her own world, listening only to her thoughts.

He knows.

He remembers when she told him that getting dressed is her favorite part of the day. It’s during that time she usually turns her brain off, and allows her body to move on autopilot.

It’s the perfect chance to just simply exist for her.

It’s very calming, he understands.

She looks so at peace as she moves. So lost in her own head that she never really realizes that he’s staring.

He always does.

She doesn’t even know that his favorite part of the day is watching her get ready.

Her limbs move with grace; A true vision when she drops her fluffy, white towel to the bed, baring her body to the privacy of this room.

Their bedroom.

When it comes to moisturizing, her routine is always the same: arms first, abdomen, legs, then feet. Being that they’re just reaching the end of winter, gourmand and cozy scents have her preference as of late.

The scent of today is different, however; light, floral, and warm.

He can’t quite catch the notes—maybe there’s a hint of pepper. But, it isn’t offending. Actually, it works just perfectly on her; an added bit of spice to her sweetness.

So entranced by the smell, he doesn’t even realize how long he’s been pondering on it. He’ll have to ask her about that one, he thinks as he recenters his focus.

She’s moved to her stomach, rubbing the body butter into her skin. Off-white slowly melts into warm brown skin as she takes her time to massage it in.

Her palms, flat against her body, keep going in circles. Circling, circling, circling her lower tummy—right below her navel. So tender, gently pressing into the relaxed muscles of her stomach.

The first thought that pops into his head: a baby.

He almost laughs out loud, it’s so stupid. So ridiculous how such a simple act—his woman taking care of herself—can get him to think of something so intense. So life changing.

It’s scary, the idea of having a family of his own. But … with her?

That alone settles him.

If anyone has the potential to be the perfect mother, it’s her. He believes in her. So much.

“Terry?”

Her voice is pure silk. He almost doesn’t hear it.

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking up the small tub of body butter, she outstretches her hand to him. Its sparkling scent fills the air, it’s all he smells.

“Help me, please?”

He looks up from the swirled butter in the tub to warm brown eyes, staring back at him over a shoulder.

Her back is presented to him. The divot of her spine runs down its middle, tailed by twin dimples at the small of her back.

Below the left dimple, closer to her hip rather than directly under it, is his name in scripted black ink: 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅.

It’s so tiny, that his thumb covers it every time he holds her there.

And below that is an ass that he feels blessed to see every day. It sits up, the brown skin smooth and unmarred. She’s got subtle hip dips that give way to wide thighs, granting the prettiest pear-shape.

He can hardly resist the urge to take a bite every time he sees her this way.

“You never ask me for help,” he smirks, scooting towards the bed’s edge to get closer.

“I know, but … I decided to be a little lazy today,” she smiles.

And he loves when she does. The way the corners of her eyes crinkle up, adding a comforting sense of familiarity and warmth to the expression.

He feels lucky that’s it’s the first thing he sees when he wakes up, and the last thing he sees when he goes to sleep. That’s a smile he’d love for his child to see, growing up.

He’s not letting this one go, huh?

Wordlessly, he sets the tub down in his lap and scoops a dollop up with a finger. Spreading it over his palm, he then rubs both hands together. The smooth butter warms quickly in his hands.

He starts at her shoulder blades, dragging his hands down her skin. He’s careful, trying to mimic her tenderness. It comes so natural to her, evident in the way her body languidly moves.

He wonders if she can tell that it isn’t the same for him? The pressure he applies is uneven—unsure. His hands move with the weight of his past, one of a former Marine.

Hands trained to be a weapon, now being used to massage lotion into the tender skin of his love.

They’ve been together for so long. These hands have touched every part of her body, more times than he can even think to count. He knows her body so well, yet still feels as though it’s a privilege that she’s allowed him to be apart of her regimen. Her favorite part of her day.

He takes more crème into his hands; this time his hands run down the spout of her spine, fingers molding to the contours of her body. He makes sure to get her sides, too. Can’t leave those dry.

Then he finally gets to the bottom. His fingers start at the small of her back before they slow spread out. His fingers curl ‘round the bones of her hips, thumbs massaging whatever’s left of the crème into her skin.

His hands do one last pass down her back, then he has to pull them away.

Standing between his legs, she slowly spins, now presenting her front to him. He swallows.

First, his eyes fall between her legs to fat lips thinly veiled by a trimmed bed of dark curls. Then, they slowly lift to the basin of her stomach, up her torso, through the valley of her breasts, and finally, to her round face.

A grateful smile is on her full lips, the apples of her cheeks lifted, too.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, still, yet in her eyes there’s contemplation. Her thoughts are rolling over in her head, he can tell. And that’s why he doesn’t pull away—only stays in place, waiting on her next few words.

“You can help me some more, if you want.”

This time, he’s the one smiling, though it’s nowhere near as innocent as hers. Without any objection, he dips a finger back in the tub of lotion and rubs some between his hands.

“Turn around,” he mumbles, matching her quiet volume.

Each careful step she takes in turning her back to him makes her ass jiggle. And when it’s presented to him once again, he wastes no time making the wide surface shine.

Like a sculptor whose hands mold and shape the clay before them, he kneads the fat with a renewed sense of expertise. He makes sure to cover the fronts of her hips to the flanks of her ass.

And when he gets those parts, his hands encase her hips and lays two, quick taps to the side of her left cheek. He lets himself smirk, watching the fat ripple.

“Turn around.”

She does it wordlessly, carefully raising her forearms to avoid hitting his head. When they face each other again, he pulls her in close by her waist. Letting temptation win, he presses a smooch right above her belly button.

“Terry,” she giggles.

Wordlessly, he smirks, more so to himself as he sets the tub of lotion to the side.

He gathers more crème onto his hands before they snake behind her, diving for the underside of her bottom. He’s taking his job serious, making sure to moisturize every crevice of skin hidden by a fold—he even lifts it if he has to.

So concentrated on the task, the gentle weight of hands on his shoulders slips by his notice. But, he does realize they’re there when her fingers press into his skin—just as he’s pulls her cheeks apart.

His head cranes up, finding those chocolate brown eyes lower than usual. Much less focused, too.

This time, when he does it again, he doesn’t look away. His fingers reach just a little further, the tips of them barely grazing between her cheeks. His grip gets a little tighter, too, and his hands pull them just a little bit further apart.

For a moment, he holds her open. As the warm air of the room hits her newly exposed parts, her hole clenches. Her pussy even flutters. The reactions her body makes are thoughtless.

And so is the movement of his hand when he swipes a middle finger up her crack, stopping it just over her puckered hole.

He taps it once. Twice.

The little thing winks beneath the pad of his finger. His gaze falls to the globes of fat he holds in his big hands.

“When’s the last time we played back here?”

Shyness bleeds onto her face. She tries to hide it with a lifted shoulder, though the corners of her spreading lips can’t be concealed.

“A while,” she mumbles.

The sweet sound of a hum made in agreement resounds. Circles of hazel flick upwards to meet her gaze again.

“Yeah … s’been a while, huh? You cleaned good?”

Her heart stammers behind her rib cage. It leaves her almost breathless.

“Terry,” she warns.

His finger had never moved from that spot. It circles the taught skin. “What? You busy today?”

Her eyes flutter. One of her hands on his shoulders drops to his bicep, giving it a weak squeeze. “Y-yes.”

“Yes to both? And with what?”

As her mouth opens, her words get caught in her throat. That finger applies a soft pressure that sends her pussy into a frenzy.

“Yes, and g-groceries, Terry.” She had almost whined out.

“Aldis not going nowhere.” He smirks up at her.

She shivers, feeling that finger angling to press its tip right at her hole. “The—I don’t want t-to be there when it’s c-crowded.”

He half-shrugs with a clueless frown. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, which only makes him more determined. It seems he hasn’t fully convinced her to abandon her responsibilities, something he’s been too comfortable doing himself since he met her.

“Remember how wet you got last time?” He leans in closer, face just centimeters away from her pussy as he lowers his voice for her to only hear. “I didn’t even touch her.”

The corners of his mouth raise even higher as he looks into her eyes, seeing them glaze over in real-time as her brain replays the distant memory.

“All I did, was play with—“ His finger double-taps at her un-stretched hole again. “You made such a mess. You think you could do that again?”

She dismisses a whimper as she remembers how she felt like a leaking faucet that night. Beneath her, the sheet was a mess, soaked. Her thighs only trembled as her pussy dribbled, globs of slick rolling down its inner-sides.

Her breath hitches, feeling the rough pad of that finger slide back and forth over her. It’s like a splash of cold water, bringing her back to focus.

The gentle musk of her arousal hits his nose. It mixes deliciously with the scent of her crème.

“I’ll get the groceries this week.”

Her eyes almost cross as that finger presses harder against her hole.

“Just lemme do this.”

‘Yes’ and ‘no’ become a blur in her mind. She doesn’t even hear herself when she mumbles the one beginning with ‘y.’

She didn’t think twice about it when he told her to get on the bed, face down and ass to the sky. The position’s got her open and needy. While the water runs distantly in the background, her brain is fuzzy.

All it can do is conjure up thoughts of how far he’ll go this time. There’s only been one time she took his dick through the back, all other times it was his hand.

She hopes they can turn that one time into two. The thought almost makes her drool into the pillow.

She doesn’t hear when the bathroom faucet squeaks as it’s closed. Or when Terry emerges from the bathroom, muttering about having to fix that later.

Just feet away from the bed, he admires the picture before him: a gift, all spread out and open for him.

“Now, ain’t you a sight?”

His voice brings her from her reverie. The only response she gives is to reach behind and pull those shiny, smooth cheeks apart to show him how her body yearns for his touch.

Both holes clench. Beads of slick glisten through the hair closest to the opening of her cunt.

He takes slow steps towards her. “Look at the mess I created.” He chuckles to himself, barely shaking his head. “Guess I gotta clean it up, huh?”

Dumbly, her face pressed to the sheets, she nods.

When he’s finally behind her, his hands take their treasured spots over her hips—left thumb covering his name, as always.

“How should I clean it up, baby?”

Her eyes falls closed as she tries to focus on speaking her thoughts.

“Hm?”

“U-use your tongue, first.”

His face brightens with a toothy smile. “First? Oh, there’s more,” he laughs.

He can’t tell if it’s a hum or a moan she makes, maybe it’s both. But he does understand when she nods.

“Well how you want me to finish the job, when I’m done using my tongue?”

She can hear the amusement in his voice, the smirk on his lips. Quite frankly, she’s too horny to be timid about it.

“Your dick—“

He almost blanches at her boldness. But his shock gives way to a new wave of arousal.

“Want it, Terry,” she speaks breathlessly. “Wanna feel—“ she reaches back again to spread herself again. “—feel full.”

His fingers sink further into the fat of her hips as he gathers all the moisture he can in his mouth. There’s a quick shift of his jaw, then a bullet of spit shoots past his puckered lips and hits his target dead-center.

Her body twitches from the impact. “Oh…” she moans softly.

The translucent, bubbly glob of spit rolls over the tight ring, making it shine. It dribbles down further, slipping down the slide of her crack and finding its way into her shallow bed of curls.

He catches her pussy do a little flutter. The tiny reaction prompts him to lift a hand from a hip, only to slam it back down against her right cheek.

Her back bows inward, a quiet mewl coming from her.

“Yeaah, keep it just like that… Just like … that.”

She hadn’t even heard the shift of his body—only felt his soft, warm, velvety tongue lave against her hole.

A gasp—she almost inches forward before remembering not to run from such pleasure. Terry’s never liked that.

“Mmh…”

There’s a tenderness that spreads throughout her cunt as his hum provides a soft vibration for her. Every time her body bears down, there’s an ache in her core.

He laps against her one more time before pulling the taut skin into his mouth to suck on. There’s hardly any give, but he doesn’t stop. His hands keep her spread apart as he continues burying his face in her ass.

Terry’s never been a man too scared to get messy, especially when it counts. And when it comes to his woman, trust that it counts.

Slobbing her down, his own spit coats the lower half of his face as he tongues her hole down without coming up for air. The wide, wet muscle is putting in overtime to work her open.

Her moans goad him on, even if they are muffled by the sheets.

“Mh … mmh,” he groans, eyes closed as he devours her like a meal.

One hand lifts, immediately falling back down against the plump skin of her asscheek. The spank is sharp, it echoes in her ears.

“Shit,” she hisses, face screwing up as his tongue breaks past her rim.

He pulls back, if only to admire his work so far. In between her cheeks glisten. And, what’s more, is that she’s dripping onto the bed.

Just like last time.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yess, baby, yes.”

Wordlessly, he dives back in. The same hand he used to smack her earlier, leaves its spot once again.

She anticipates another slap, catches herself almost begging for it, actually. However, she gets a better surprise:

His hand, warm and soft, slides over her pussy with ease to cup it from underneath. She flinches when his fingers barely rub over her swollen clit.

That doesn’t last too long; Terry’s hand retreats, fingers poised just at the opening of her drooling cunt.

With too much ease, both middle and ring fingers slip in.

She whimpers.

They sink right in with wet suction, her pussy spurting around them. His heavy fingers settle comfortably in a familiar spot within her tight and slippery heat as her body seems to instantly mold around them.

Every time Terry’s in it, he almost swears she’s truly an endless portal into ecstasy.

And while his mind finds itself caught on the wonders of her pussy, his mouth still wrecks her even tighter hole; His tongue digs into her, his fingers are pressing into her G-spot—it all stuns her. She can hardly breathe, feeling him push and prod.

One particularly loud slurp of his makes her eyes roll back. Her pussy flutters, feeling a glob of his spit roll down her crack.

“Wanna fuck you. Fuck you with my tongue—“

She moans in agreement. The guttural sound transcends past the thick sheets.

“Hold it open.”

Although his voice is low, she still hears every word Terry mutters.

With an abundance of eagerness that her body can barely contain, she reaches back to hold herself open for him.

As Terry remains knuckles deep within her, aiding in the escape of her sticky sap from her cunt, he pushes his tongue back into her ass.

She sloshes as he fucks his fingers up into her. Milky white and almost frothy cream runs down the palm of his hand to his wrist.

He doesn’t move his head, too desperate for her body to pull away. Instead, he tires himself with fucking into her by dragging his tongue in and out, his pace quickening. The ache of his jaw and the burn of the overworked muscle does nothing to dissuade him.

One must work for their pleasure, he knows that.

“Oh … ohh … ah—aauhh!”

Her whines work alongside the tightening of her body. He doesn’t stop—doesn’t let up or slow down.

In fact, he receives her orgasm with an open palm, letting her pussy spill into it. Her squirt splashes against his forearm and the bed. And still, his hand never stops.

“Y’know … I was thinking about how much … how much I wanna make you a mom.”

His words come out airy and light, but that doesn’t diminish their effect. Her body responds, clamping tighter around his fingers.

A deep chuckle rises out of him. “You like that?”

Her only response is an incoherent moan as she pushes her hips back on his hand.

“Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Yes,” her voice waivers.

When he pulls his hand out of her, it’s like a great loss. Suddenly, her world is empty without him. She wants to cry.

“Yeah, me too.”

When Terry finally pulls his dick out, he’s got more than enough of her cum on-hand to lube himself up. The creamy mess of her cunt is more than enough material to get him rock hard—not that he wasn’t already.

Taking himself in hand, he slowly lifts his heavy cock and drops it right between her ass cheeks.

About two inches wide starting at the tip, his dick only gets slightly wider towards the base. Its underside has got that one vein running along it. She always licks at it when presented with such an opportunity.

A heated tint of flushed pink blossoms over the bulbous tip, dying down to a darker shade of brown along his shaft. It curves just to the left, the perfect angle that always seemed to knock against her walls perfectly.

Pulling his hips backward, he watches his dick drag against her supple skin, falling closer towards her center. When it’s just his tip left touching her, he takes ahold of himself at the base and slowly pushes forward.

He slips against her underside, burrowing into her thin bed of curls. The head knocks against her clit, triggering a stronger quake in her thighs.

Terry puckers his lips to spit another thick loogey, watching it land on her puckered rim. It winks back at him.

She can’t tell what goes in first, his thumb or his dick. All she knows is that he’s about nine inches deep in her cunt, and that there’s a thumb sinking into her ass.

There’s a delay before a long-winded, singular moan falls out of her mouth. All of her breath is caught in her chest. Her body is tense.

“Breath, baby. Breathe,” he reminds her.

Her brain buzzes. His words really only get through to her once his hand washes over her back like a cool rag.

That’s all it takes for her body to relax—somewhat at least. Her shoulders relax and her back even sinks inward.

A softer, much shorter moan leaves her, and the arching of her back accentuates the ache caused by his dick pressing against her walls. If either of them would look, they’ll see the outline of him, poking through her lower tummy in a small bulge.

Her pussy, stretched to its capacity, flutters around him, almost like it’s trying to swallow more than it can handle.

“S-so heavy,” she mumbles, gripping the sheets.

“But you like it,” he smiles. “I could tell, hm?”

Terry pushes in the last inch, taking too much joy in the broken whimper that leaves her. She’s suffocating, squeezing him and bathing him in wetness all the same. In this deep, he feels a soft, spongy wall pressing against his tip.

“What’s that?” He shifts inside, nudging at that wall.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t look back, face too screwed up to see the horrific smile on his face.

“Huh?”

She almost wails out. Her hands twitch, itching to reach for her stomach. To cradle it as the deep ache within her reaches new heights.

“C’mon, talk to me.”

The rest of his fingers splay out over the small of her back as he pushes his thumb deeper into her ass. The thin stretch of muscle separating the two pleasure zones allows him to feel the curvature of himself, sitting deep in her walls.

“I’m in your stomach?”

Teeth gritted, she nods her head as fast as she can.

“You so quiet already.” Gentle and slow, he pulls out some inches, granting her relief. “I don’t like that.”

He slides his hips back in, pushing his dick right up against her cervix.

“GOD—“

“Yeah, like that.” He pulls out again, only to give her yet another deep stroke. “Keep doing that. Keep talking to me—”

“H-ooh—T-Terry!”

“Yes, baby,” he groans out over the sound of his hips meeting her ass. “Tell me, tell me how good it feels.”

“Ffuuuck!”

She writhes beneath him, shouting out ragged moans as he’s digging her out.

Every time he pulls out, his dick is wetter and wetter. It goes from shining with her juices to caked in her crème in just a few strokes.

Around her stretched hole is a mess, covered in her frothy release. It all builds up to the point that some of it sludges down between her legs and falls to the bed.

“Oh … shii—aaugh!”

Her resolve breaks, finally allowing her to press a hand to her stomach. Under her palm, she feels the repeating wave of his dick punching her guts beneath the wall of muscle.

She hisses, feeling his thumb fuck her ass as he pulls her back against his. With every plop of their body’s meeting, her cream splatters against his pelvis. Tiny beads of white fly, landing against his sweat-sheathed skin.

“Gonna need another shower after this, huh?”

Even as Terry tries to remain cocky, his upper lip twitches as his body starts to react to this pleasure.

“Making a mess.” His stomach clenches. “Th-thought I was s’posed to be cleaning up.”

He chokes out a bit of laughter, trying to conceal a moan of his own. His words start to blend as the pleasure overtakes him:

“You … creamin’ all over … mmh—“

His eyes threaten to roll back. But just as fast, Terry seems to regain a bit of composure. Enough to lock back in.

Rolling his lips into his mouth, his focus straightens and he gives repeated strokes. They’re dead-on, sharp, and heavy.

She screams out a profanity—he can’t even tell which one because she’s so out of it. But, her body is granted a moment of relief as he stops.

Carefully, he pulls his thumb out of her butt. It shines with her slick. When he looks at her barely stretched hole, clenching around nothing, it’s covered in her cream.

The sight has him twitching inside of her, causing her body to give him a couple of extra squeezes in response.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. As his body starts to weaken, he sways a little. “M’sorry I had to mess you up like this, baby.”

Her only response is a mewl as she tries to fix herself.

Taking the hand he had used previously, he holds himself at the base to pull out of her. And when he’s finally out, it’s like there’s a dick-shaped hole in her stomach. She swears he left an impression inside of her.

Her pussy feels so tender and swollen, clit overly sensitive. And yet, the pain of it all is too good. She misses it. She misses him.

And he can tell, seeing her hole flutter around nothing, stretched out. But she doesn’t have to worry for too long, because he’ll fix that.

Peering down at himself, Terry is marveled at all of the mess between them. His dick, still hard, is a creamy, sticky mess—practically dripping in her release.

At the base is where there’s the most build-up. Loopy off of all the testosterone running through him, he gets an idea that has him swiping up some of the mess with his middle and ring finger.

With no hesitation, Terry presses the two fingers to her ass. They slide in with ease, even causing a very loud squish.

“Ooouuhh,” she groans.

Turning her head to the side, Terry’s finally able to see how pleasure contorts her face. Eyes low and unfocused, heavy bottom lip pulled between both rows of teeth, as she begins to slowly rock back and forth. So desperate, she fucks herself on his fingers.

“Just like that … take it, baby. Take it—”

“Oouuh shit, Terry.”

“C’mon.”

“Ooh, fuck—“

Pfffffft.

The sharp sound of air expelling from her cunt as Terry pushes back in, punctuates her sentence. Her mouth drops open, her neck craning against the sheets.

He’s speechless, too. Seeing the way her pussy blows a raspberry around his thick dick, spitting out dribblets of cream against his lower stomach. Some even dribbles out of her.

“Hnnnh,” she whines, pathetically.

Curling his fingers inside of her, he plays with her ass. Throughout this all, his other hand had never left her left hip, thumb still covering his name.

He pulls out halfway, only to push his dick back in.

“Fuck, I love it when she talks to me,” he laughs, breathlessly, throwing his head back. It’s music to his ears, hearing her pussy squirt and fart around him.

So lost in the sound, he doesn’t even notice the way her shoulders twitch as her orgasm crashes into her. It’s not until he feels water hit his pelvis that he looks down.

Around his dick, she squirts. It’s a heavy enough stream. He watches it trickles down both of their thighs, completely drenching the already soaked through sheets.

Without a word, he pulls his fingers out before placing the other hand on her hip. His grip tightens around her.

Leaning more of his weight forward, Terry pushes her arch deeper. “Really gonna … make you a mommy like this—“

She gets no prep as he fucks the arch out of her back and puts her into the mattress. The clap of her ass against his pelvis is almost deafening.

Her hips are barely off of the bed. Behind them, her legs raise, toes curling tightly as she wails out.

“Keep squeezing me,” he pants, teeth gritted. “Keep fuckin’ … fu-uck—“

He buries his face into her neck, groaning. His ears ring as he shoots off a heavy load in her.

For minutes, they stay connected as Terry tries to regain his breath. His orgasm lasts much longer than he thought it would, filling her to the brim.

When he finally pulls out, mustering enough strength to stand, he watches tiredly as her body pushes out thick globs of their mixed release.

Her pussy is slathered in their mess, certain spots caked up in a frothy white.

He grabs a cheek, pulling it apart from its twin so that he can see it all much clearer.

“You look so good like this,” he mumbles. “Love when you let me use you.”

Mindlessly, he lets a hand fall to his dick. It’s tender, but his hold on himself is light. Still holding her open with the other hand, he gently strokes himself. His hand practically glides over himself, what with all the cum coating his dick.

The sensation, the mess, her—it doesn’t take too much for him to get a semi.

“Fuck, you always make me so horny.”

He gets a knee on the bed, positioning himself directly behind her again.

Sensing his growing closeness, she weakly picks her head up and looks back at him. She’s a vision of wild curls, watery eyes, and bitten-raw lips.

As he gets closer, stroking his hardening dick, he brushes his fat, swelling tip again her lips. Rubbing himself against her, he gathers more of cum, coating himself.

“Terry,” she whines, a soft pout on her lips.

“You too tired?”

He pulls her asscheek further, fully exposing her second hole.

Her plump lips part to speak, but nothing comes out.

“You want me to stop? You could tell me, baby,” he cooes.

Still, he begins rubbing his tip against the much smaller hole. She can feel it throb against her.

“Tell me. Y’know I’ll still get the groceries for you.”

He gives her time to object, to say ‘no,’ while he’s positioning himself at her opening. However, she only watches, her face scrunching even more as he slowly applies pressure.

“I’ll get you whatever you want. Especially when you have our son.”

With little effort, he pops the head in past her rim. A tired smile lifts his lips as she moans out lowly. Her head turns back forward as it falls to the bed.

Weak to the way he uses her body, she simply lies there, taking his dick through the back as he sings his delusions to her (because who said she was going to have a boy).

Even tired, her body tenses with the pressure of his dick sliding in her. He’s not as rough as when he was in her pussy.

This time, his strokes are gentle and shallow. It’s a moderate pace he maintains as he holds her open to see the way he stretches her out.

And it just does something to him; seeing her spent pussy just below, covered in their cum and still leaking while he uses her asshole just the same.

Because, she’s his woman, and he’s going to have every part of her body. Just in the same way that he’s her man, and if she wants him at any time she can have him.

His second orgasm doesn’t take long to come. When he feels it approaching, he carefully pulls out. Taking himself in hand, he gives a few short strokes before painting her ass.

Streaks of white splatter against the warm brown canvas, making her ass look like toasted buns covered in vanilla drizzle.

And if he had the energy to, he’d eat her ass again. But this was already a lot, and he can’t lie, he’s exhausted.

Terry can only hope that she won’t be mad that he waited a little longer to get the groceries.

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2neaky · 4 months ago

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⋅ જ⁀➴ 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙸𝚗 ๋࣭ ⭑

Inspired by this post & this post • ‘something quick & light’

Minors do not interact • Content Warning — p in v s*x, masturbation (m. receiving), dry h*mping, cum eating (minor), no protection, c*m shot, (failed) c*ck warming, detailed description of genitals, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black)

It’s a waking dream; low, warm light keeps such feeling present. Heavy eyelids and a tangle of heavier limbs sink the room’s only mattress in.

Another day has worn these bodies thin, robbed them of all of their energy. No time to play, life is all work—at least, that’s what it feels like.

The only respite is joining back at their shared space at the end of long day.

Clinging to his side, her hand rubs gentle, half-circles over the plane of his chest. Beneath her touch, his breathing’s slowed considerably since they first got in bed.

She’ll bet her life savings that his eyes are closed. So, it would be selfish of her to rouse him, right? But she misses his voice, she can’t help herself.

“‘Siah?”

The slow rise of his chest brings a slow smile to her face.

“Mh?”

His chest rumbles against her cheek with the low hum.

“How was your day?”

She’s quiet, her words a soft mumble. Before he can answer, she snuggles deeper into his side. His arm tightens around her for support.

“Was alright,” he slurs.

Her eyes do a slow dance around the room, noting the stillness of everything. “Tell me about it.”

Another inhale, this one stronger. Beneath her, he shifts if only to sit up better. “Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “It really wasn’t no … different from the other days.”

She almost closes her eyes when the slow drawl of his southern accent hit her ears.

“Only had ‘bout … two clients.”

Like a sunflower to the sun, her head follows the sound of his voice. Her neck cranes just so that she may look at him through her lashes. It isn’t the best view, but it’s good enough for her.

“They was easy going folks, y’know.” His shoulders barely shrug. “Nothing t’really … phone home ‘bout—“

“Tell me what they looked like.”

His brows twitch as a faint line appears between them. “W-whatchu’ mean?”

“I mean—“ she giggles, pushing herself up higher so that her head rests more-so on his shoulder. “Tell me what they looked like. Describe them to me.”

“Well … why you wanna know what they look like?” He does a sort of half-chuckle, angling his head down to look at her.

Their eyes meet and her smile grows.

“I like hearing you talk,” she says softly. “So keep talking.”

He looks to their hamper of dirty laundry, a desperate attempt at trying to control his own smile.

“First one was a man … real old. Probably in his fifties.”

“Black or white?”

“White.”

“Was he shorter than you or taller?”

Quietly, he kisses his teeth. “Shorter, baby. Now is you gon’ lemme tell the story or not?”

There’s a warmth in his tone that makes it impossible for her to take offense to the question.

“Sorry, sorry,” she laughs. “Continue,” she goads, patting his chest.

“Right … he had these big ole’ glasses. Made his eyes look ‘bout—ten times bigger...”

As he goes on, her interest growing in this small conversation, her fatigue melts with each spoken word. More awake than she had been within the last hour, her hand moves with more vigor.

It sinks from his chest to his stomach, fingers rolling over the creased fabric of his ribbed undershirt. The dark cotton is soft and comforting.

“—was real skittish, too. First I thought it was ‘cause I was intimidating him, but I seen that he was like that with everybody. Even Carl.”

The low chuckle that leaves him wakes her further. Her hand on his stomach pauses as she stares blankly at where their leg press together.

“Carl can’t even scare a damn puppy.”

She licks her lips, taking a deep breath. “Mmh … and what about the other one—your client.”

“Oh, this one—she’s an older woman. Not as old as the man. I’m thinking maybe … in her forties.”

As he begins on this woman’s description, listing qualities about her in the same way he had about the previous client, her mind wanders. And—forgive her—she doesn’t mean to not listen. However, it just happens.

Focus slowly settles back into her gaze as it shuffles from staring blankly, to his lap. Just a few inches from her still hand. His voice is a muffled sound in her ears, background noise.

Her hand begins to move again.

As he gives his shoddy description of his female client, he notices the hand. He’d expected her to resume the pattern she had started with: up and down, up and down.

Up and down … down, down, down.

His voice trails off, eyes following that hand as it takes itself to his inner thigh. Right over his dick.

Not so subtle.

He blinks.

“Keep going.”

That soft wrinkle had returned to the space between his brows. “Whatchu’ doing?”

In his voice was no hint of urgency or shock. Just gentle curiosity.

Her only answer is a shrug. She doesn’t even look up at him as she usually does when she speaks. “But keep talking. Tell me about what they had you do.”

His mouth opens to say something, make a comment on this all. Except, he finds that only a breathy bit of laughter makes its way from his mouth.

“Alright, uhh … the man wanted me to get some interior shots of his property...”

His words thin out into background noise once again, making space for the rising thoughts in her brain. She listens to them without a trace of hesitance.

Her hand is a distinct weight on his inner thigh, one he can’t really ignore—even if he doesn’t address it.

Beneath her warm palm, and the fabric of his sweats, he stirs. And as she feels him grow against her, her hand pushes back against it.

“—and, I …” He swallows, blinking as he tries to keep his focus. “I wasn’t trying to … to take too long w-with this one.”

As he gets harder, the flat plane of her hand bends around his curvature.

“‘Cause … ‘c-cause I had to get to the other client in—in time.”

She squeezes down the entirety of his length as she completes each slow drag. She can see his thick outline through his pants. Her eyes, and hand, go straight to his head.

“B-but he had me—“ He kisses his teeth. “C’mon now, Jhené.”

His leg twitches as her fingers close around the tip to massage it.

“Continue.”

He huffs out, shifting in his spot. “I-I was a little … a little late to her—”

His words come to stop as her hand comes back up, only to slip under the waistband of his sweats.

“Keep going, Messiah.”

He clears his throat. “Sh-she—she was a lil’ … a lil’, um…”

She adores the way he throbs in her hand. The thin fabric of his boxers makes it too easy to feel every pulse, vein, and rush of blood. The heat he gives off almost makes her hand clammy.

His soft whimpers and the tremors in his voice, the way his throat bobs as he swallows—it makes her heart pound.

“A lil’ frus—frustrat—“

Past the leg of his boxes, his tip peaks out. She finds the fattened head with ease.

“Fuuck.”

The low whine comes as she presses her thumb into his tip, rubbing it in. It takes seconds for her to feel the slow dribble of wetness against her skin.

He’s panting when she pulls out her hand. The whiff of gentle musk she catches from him is non-offending. In fact, it makes her pussy flutter.

Though, the sight of his precum stuck to the pad of her thumb does a lot more for her. When she finally looks at him, he’s already staring back at her, lips parted.

With no second thought, she sits up and throws a leg over the other side of his lap.

“Oomph,” he grunts, as she plops down on him, ass over dick.

Stabilizing herself with the other hand, she presses it to his chest, fingers splayed out. The hand—thumb soiled with his fluid—is suspended in the air, inches from his face.

She stretches forward, and his eyes almost cross as he keeps his eyes focused on the milky white glob.

“Suck.”

His eyes flick up to hers, meeting her burning stare. It’s unwavering.

He looks back at her thumb, it’s gotten closer. He hesitates to open his mouth, and she thinks it’s cute. She almost giggles.

But then his mouth opens wider, and she stops thinking. Her other four fingers, curled in a loose fist, rest at his chin as her thumb enters the moist heat of his mouth.

Gently, it presses against the bed of his wide tongue. Almost mechanically, his lips close around the finger and his tongue laves at it, tasting himself on her.

“Talk.”

It’s hard to form words around a foreign object in his mouth. It’s not like they mattered much anyway.

Besides, his new lisp is cute.

His dick jumps beneath her as his tongue happens to curl around the finger with the utterance of another word.

His eyes are low, unfocused. And if she listens closely, she’ll hear that his sentences are incomplete. They don’t even really have a point anymore.

She leans back only slightly, her thumb still caressed by his tongue. It only takes the strength of her knees to begin a small, steady bounce.

Tiny pants puff out through her parted lips. His already low eyes fall closed and his tongue pauses around her thumb.

“Uuhh,” he moans softly.

Her mouth breaks into a smile.

Free hands climb up her thighs, squeezing the fat of them. She clenches in her panties, feeling the hard press of his dick against her clit despite the layers of clothes between them.

His hands claw their way to her hips, tightening their grip. They pull her down against him, keeping her there to drag her hips against him.

His words have melted into moans and grunts.

Her fingers unfurl to cradle his face as her thumb slips from his open mouth to rest against his shiny, full bottom lip. A glistening web of spit trails from his tongue to his chin as her hand falls further.

Their hips drag heavy against one another’s as they pull sounds of pleasure from each other. He’s melting under her, and she loves seeing him like this. It’s been too long, what with work taking up their time.

Neither of them can tell how long this goes on for. But, they can tell when they’ve had enough of being just close enough.

“Fuck, I want it,” she huffs against his lips as she had leaned in to kiss him.

“Take it. Take it, baby—”

The kiss is rough and heavy. Their tongues slip and slide each other. Funnily enough, the taste of his precum hadn’t lingered. And that makes her moan as she comes to the conclusion that he’s long-since swallowed the little bit that she fed him.

He’s got a hand attached to her throat, keeping her close. All the while, she blindly drags his pants and boxers down—he, of course, lifting his hips to assist.

When his erection pops out, eager to stand on its own, she pulls out of the kiss just to look down at it as she takes him in hand.

His skin is hot. Every throb it makes gets her wetter. Speaking of—

She pushes her underwear to the side, revealing the thin strings of slick attached to the crotch of her panties and her labia.

He moans before they even connect.

Adjusting herself right over him, she lowers her opening right to his tip. Teasing herself, she rubs his head through her slippery folds and against her clit, making him shine with her juices.

Quick to help, he aids in keeping her underwear to the side so that nothing could interrupt this.

That’s her ‘go-ahead.’

She begins her dissent onto him. They both moan out at the feeling of him stretching her out.

God, when was the last time they had sex?

He can’t remember, and right now he doesn’t care. Because all he wants to think about is how her body sucks him in, squeezing tight and bathing him in her wetness.

As she sinks lower and lower, his assisting hand moves just an inch to rub slow circles over her clit with his thumb.

“O-oh—‘Siah,” she whimpers, her pussy fluttering around him as she finally bottoms out.

A heavy breath leaves her lungs. Throwing her arms around him, she lays against his chest, allowing her body time to adjust around him.

The muscles in his thighs twitch periodically. His arms, tight around her, rub soothing paths up and down her back.

She’s panting, out of breath from carrying all of that dick within her walls. “Why’d you … stop talking?” Her voice is almost a whine as her eyes flutter, desperate to keep open.

“I’on wanna talk ‘bout work no more, Jhené,” he grunts. “Matter fact…”

His hands drag down her back to either of her thighs. They grip tightly, keeping her body pressed to his as he puts her on her back.

“I’on wanna talk at all.”

A ragged moan is all that she can do as he begins slow, smooth, and firm strokes. His hips slide back and forth, pulling slick wet sounds from her body.

As she lies there, taking him so deep, her fists are curled tights against his chest. Her hunched shoulders twitch with every intrusion of his dick.

Soft whimpers leave her parted, spit slicked lips. Her eyes aren’t quite open, though they’re not really closed either. Her hips stutter and her head rolls to the side.

He snatches a hand away from her thigh to grasp her chin, pulling her head straight. “Fuck, you gon’ take this.” His strokes get shorter and rougher as his hips slam into her. “You gon’ take this dick. You gon’—fuck... Take this. Fucking. Dick—“

The first sign is her eyes rolling back. Next, she goes rigid as her back arches, mouth falling open for a silent moan. With each stroke, her body inches up higher on the bed. He has to drag her back down on his dick.

“You running from it?” he pants. “You running?”

“Ooh—shit!”

She can feel it, how she splashes all over him. He feels it, too. Grabbing the crooks of her forearms, he uses that as leverage as he sends straight shots to her G-spot.

Her pussy massages his length through several squeezes, bringing on his orgasm earlier than normal.

He catches it just on time—cum shooting against her pussy lips just as he pulls out. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to jerk himself.

A low groan leaves him before he collapses over her body. Tucking his face into the crooks of her neck as he delivers a few more mellow strokes to ride out the sensation, sliding his length between her sticky, cum-covered lips.

Her legs go lax around his waist as he slows to a stop. It’s a couple of seconds before she reaches a hand up his back to toy with the little curls at the nape of his neck.

“Damn … this shit’a tire a nigga out.”

She hums in agreement, eyes already closed. A dazed laugh tumbles from her mouth.

“Now we gotta … clean up,” she mumbles.

And he agrees, although, it only took a couple of minutes for both of them to knock out, right then and there.

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2neaky · 6 months ago

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.⟡ ֺ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦? 𓂂 ˚.

Part 1

MDNI (seriously) -> dom/sub dynamics, m*sturbation (male), edg*ng, denied/controlled *rgasm(s), minor feet pl*y, p in v s*x, dubious consent, technically forced penetration, rough s*x, mindless f*cking, cr*ampie, talking through it, male sub, female softdom, unnamed female character, descriptive language, use of nicknames (baby, Mama, & Papa)

He’s trying to stay on the right path. Be good for her while she’s gone.

Just before she left, she squeezed a couple more drops out of him. Right in the middle of their kitchen, on her knees, before him.

At the time, only about thirty minutes separated then and the first time she used him, back in the bedroom. Between then, he was sure he could recover. But that last session, before her departure, knocked him off his game.

It’s been almost forty minutes since she left. It still hasn’t gone down.

He’s tried distractions: making a snack, watching a show, checking his socials. No distraction was distracting enough.

Because no matter what he does, she’s at the back of his mind. She’s always at the back of his mind.

Sunken into the couch, he stares down at his phone, watching her Instagram story.

She’s at one of those influencer events. It’s far from her first one, the life of a content creator and all.

Her hair pulled back shows off her beautiful face, and how amazing she did her makeup. She’s so good at doing it. It makes him proud that she’s able to get paid off of doing something she loves.

God, he’s so proud of her.

She’s all dressed up, too. In his humble opinion, this is her best look. It tops every one she’s ever done (but, that’s what he says about every new outfit she puts together).

A black, lace-y jumpsuit from Outcast is her choice of outfit. It shows off too much, and not enough at the same time.

The top squeezes her boobs together so nicely. She used her favorite body oil tonight—the scent wafts off of her when she’s near—causing the nearest light source to bounce off of her supple skin.

And her ass—watching her leave was the best and worst thing to see. Her body had him by the throat with every step she took.

For a while, after she left, all he could think about was the last time they had sex; how she had him keep still while she fucked him, reverse cowgirl. Just making him take it.

He wasn’t mad about that at all.

He had perfect memory of the way her ass clapped over him while her pussy swallowed every inch.

Sensation and sight alike made him feel like he was losing his grip on reality. And even then, he knew he couldn’t finish that way. He had to see her face.

That beautiful face that was just below him almost an hour ago, coaxing a few more drops out of him. All for her lips to shine. He could’ve finished right then and there—busted all over her face, ruin her perfect makeup.

But he couldn’t do that to her. She wouldn’t allow it. That was the only thing stopping him.

Speaking of allowing … she’s not home. Who’s going to stop him now that she’s gone?

He stares at his phone, thumb holding down on the screen so as to not let the story post end. It’s only her in the Uber ride. The flash bounces off of her beat face, highlighting her lips.

Her glossy lips.

So pretty, he thinks to himself.

The gentle pass of his hand over his front makes his breath hitch. He starts the post over from the beginning.

As he watches, he wipes his hand down his front again, the heel of his palm pressing just a little bit harder.

His grasp on the phone grows shakier by the second. Gentle passes turn into more as he feels on his dick through the thin sweats.

The friction is just what he needed, and it’s making him dumb. His eyes threaten to roll back until the whites of them are all that show.

His lips part, mouth open wide enough for any sound to slip through. He swallows thickly, pushing himself up higher on the couch.

When his hips stutter or his stomach dips inward out of sensitivity, he keeps going. His heart is beating so fast, he can hardly hear.

What if she comes home soon? What if she walks in on him getting off?

It wouldn’t be the first time. But, it’ll be different. She might get mad, think that he’s trying to finish in secret. Then she’ll give him a real punishment.

Probably deny him of a release for even longer. She might even make him wear the ring. Or … she’ll do what she’s been plotting to do for a while now: sounding—

He twitches in his pants, head falling back against the couch cushions. He squeezes himself harder.

“Mmh—”

Picking his head up, he sees the small wet spot in his sweats.

“Shit—” He sits up straighter.

He didn’t finish … but he was close. Too close.

Weakly, he pulls himself together. Pocketing his phone and fixing his pants, he makes his way to their bedroom.

Their bed is where he takes his new spot. Without another thought, he tugs his pants down. A wave of relief crashes over him as he finally frees his dick.

The cool air kisses his skin, making him hiss softly. His lower lip is caught between his teeth and he looks down at his “problem” in contemplation.

He’s not even sure what to do. It’s not like he’s trying to actually finish. He just … wants a little bit of relief. He won’t let it get too far, of course not.

But, he’s already so sensitive.

In the pocket of his sweats, his phone buzzes with a message, cutting his train of thought short. It makes him freeze. Blinking out of his daze, he rushes to pull it from his pocket.

❤️ — I miss you

It’s her, he knew it.

The message almost makes him breathless. With a quick swallow, he collects himself before typing back.

However, before he can send a message, he receives one instead. It’s an image of her posing in the venue’s bathroom. She’s so fucking cute, so pretty. Her smile is big and joyful, like she’s truly having fun.

And he’s glad, really.

But … he hates that he has to ruin this innocent moment. Because, unfortunately, her joy only turns him on.

You — I miss you so much

You — You’re so pretty

❤️ — Ty Papa <33

There’s the faintest smile on his lips as he stares at her replies. While doing so, his other hand busies itself, rubbing up and down his thigh.

A message bubble with bouncing ellipses appears on her side of their chat. It doesn’t for stay too long.

You — I miss you so much

↳ ❤️ — How much do you miss me?

His chest fills with air as he prepares to make a deep sigh. God, why is she doing this to him?

❤️ �� How much do you miss me?

↳ You — A lot

You — Thinking abt you since you left

He looks straight past his phone at his dick. It’s heavy against his thigh, pulsing against the warm skin. He wets his lips and looks back at the phone, just in time for another message to come through.

You — A lot

↳ ❤️ — Show me

He could moan out. She knows him too well.

His hand slides around the underside of his dick. He tries not to squeeze too hard.

Before getting with his girlfriend, he’s never been too eager to take nudes. Of course, he’s snapped a couple before, but those were an in-the-moment kind of thing. Not much thought was put into them.

However, since being with her, he’s taken more than enough pictures, videos, and audio messages to last a lifetime.

It’s caused him to pay a bit more attention to the details of things. For instance, the angles he chooses and the lighting. It has to be perfect, damn near artistic—the way she likes it.

So, when he snaps the photo and sends it, he expects nothing but praise from her. He awaits her response with bated breath. Three dots appear on his screen.

You — [Attachment]

↳❤️ — I should be the one calling you pretty

❤️ — Hope you’ve been following the rules

You — Yes

You — I always listen to you

He knows she’ll like that one. As much as she likes to believe that she can read him so well, that she can push his buttons so easily, he can do the same. They’ve been together for too long, now.

The dots disappear and reappear about twice. She’s thinking.

He tries to stifle a smile.

❤️ — So touch yourself

❤️ — I wanna hear it too

Does this woman know how much he loves her?

He doesn’t think twice about opening his camera.

The soft, warm light of her vanity gives the video perfect lighting. Not too dark or too bright.

At first he only shows himself off, giving her a good view of his dick. After a couple of seconds, his hand slips away.

Without being held up, he’s hangs heavy, too hard to stand freely. Just a little, he makes it slowly bounce for the camera.

He wraps his hand back around it, pulls a shaky exchange from him. She’d have to have the volume all the way up to hear that. The slow pumps start as he drags a loose fist over himself.

“Mmh … Missed you, Mama,” he breathes out.

His eyes fall closed. That picture she sent is clear in his mind.

“You look so good tonight.” A soft groan was interlaced with his words.

His fist tightens as his strokes get harder.

“So pretty … Wish you stayed home with me—“

Thick droplets of precum dribble down his length. They don’t get to linger, as he rubs it into his skin. The creamy sound it makes is surely picked up by his phone’s mic.

In the camera, his skin is shiny and smooth. The light sheen over it highlights every vein that lines his dick.

“F-fuck,” he whispers with a shiver, eyes barely rolling back. “Shit, I just …” He sniffs. “Just wanna … wanna f-finish in you—“

He stops abruptly to grip himself at the base. His balls jump and his dick twitches as he stops himself before a big orgasm.

“Fuck … augh—fuck,” he pants. Lazily, he slaps his dick, watching it bob stiffly. “Tell me … just tell me you want me to cum.”

He holds himself at the base again, feeling a strong pulse. He can barely keep his head up or his eyes open.

“Tell me … please, baby.”

He’s breathing heavy behind that camera. After he had practically begged for her, he cuts the video off and sends it without another thought.

As he waits for her response, he throws his phone down. He tosses an arm over his eyes, shutting out any light as he tries to calm his racing heart.

His phone buzzes only a minute after.

❤️ — My poor baby💔

❤️ — I think you need the ring

❤️ — That was too close

He groans out, though he can’t pretend that the idea of it doesn’t make his dick twitch.

❤️ — I think you need the ring

↳ You — I need you .

He stares at the screen for minutes. Her bubble doesn’t even appear in the chat. The longer he waits, the more disappointment creeps into his heart.

What’s taking her so long?

He wants to groan, whine—double text, even. As he picks up his phone to do so, it buzzes with one last message.

You — I need you .

↳❤️ — I’ll be home soon

The sound of the door closing is what wakes him up. Lazily he pulls himself out of bed.

The soft clatter of movement in the kitchen teases his ears as he heads towards it. He rubs one of his eyes, shaking himself of sleep.

Pulling his hand away, he finally sees her—the light of his life—at the kitchen island. She must’ve just put down her bags on the counter. She’s half bent over, reaching down for something.

“Hey, baby.” Fatigue is laced with her smile. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

He hums, lids still heavy. “A lil’ bit, yeah. S’cool, though. I was waiting on you.”

“Awe,” she chuckles.

Though, her smile falls shortly after as she blows out a sigh, giving up to stand straight. Both her hands brace the countertop.

“Could you help me take these off?”

She kicks out a leg from behind the island so he can see her heel-clad foot.

He nods. Pushing forward, he moves to the island as she rounds it herself. Just when they meet each other halfway, she throws her arms around his shoulders and pushes up onto her tippy-toes.

He meets her halfway for three-quick smooches, both of them too tired to do anything more than that.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against her lips.

“Mmh, missed you, too,” she smiles.

Finally, she pulls away to sit at the first bar stool in the row.

“How was the party?” He stands before her, picking up one of her legs.

“It was fun,” she says simply, watching as he holds her gently by the ankle to unbuckle the strap of her heel.

“Yeah?” He’s focused, his big hands unloosing the skinny, delicate material.

“Mhm … but, I wish you were there with me.”

He glances up just to see the playful pout on her lips. He does a half-hearted laugh. “You didn’t invite me.”

Not too long after does he get her shoe off.

“I know, it was no plus-ones allowed.”

He begins to massage the soft, reddened sole of her foot.

��Feels so good,” she groans as he presses his thumb right between the junction of her big toe and the others.

“They give you anything?”

“Yeah, um—“ she hisses, almost pulling her leg back after he had pushed his thumb too deep. It felt so good it almost caught her off guard.

“My bad,” he frowns, voice soft with regret.

But the sound she had made stirred something within him, even through his fatigue.

She gives him an understanding smile. “They gave me some perfume and … m-makeup.”

The hitch in her breath and the way her face twitches gives him something to live for.

“Show it to me later?”

She nods as he carefully places her leg down to pick up the other foot.

This time when he takes off her shoe, he’s quieter. He pays the thud of her heel against the ground, no mind. He isn’t so quick to massage her foot, either.

Holding it, he takes the time to notice the fine details of it. Like the faint indents the straps made in her skin, and the square-shaped acrylic on her toes.

The nails are decorated in gemmed French tips, rhinestones glistening underneath the kitchen light. They’re so pretty. He’s always loved how she keeps them done.

This time, when he massages her foot, he’s sure to take his time. He kneads the muscles with care, caressing the back of her foot as he does so.

All the while, she takes in his silence. It’s obvious that he’s focused on the task at hand, too focused. And very likely for his own reasons, too.

Chewing at her bottom lip, she uses her other foot to rub the inner-calf of his left leg.

“What’d you do while I was gone?”

A quick glance at her face is enough to catch the phantom smirk on her lips. He recenters his focus back on her foot, kneading a particularly tough spot.

“Oh—“

The tiniest moan slips out of her mouth.

“Y’know what I was doing.”

When she finally looks up, his gaze has her nailed to the seat. She swallows, remaining silent.

He looks back down at her foot and gently raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the soft sole. Gently, he puts her foot back down.

“M’done,” he mumbles, looking elsewhere as he weakly adjusts his pants.

Outstretching her arms wide, she wears her best puppy-dog eyes. “Take me to bed?”

Without an answer, he gently grabs at her thighs, pulling her off the stool and picking her up. Immediately, she wraps her legs around him and throws her arms over his shoulders.

With an ease that has much more of an effect on her than it should, he hoists her up higher on his body. Their noses almost brush as he bounces her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are low as she focuses on his face only.

As he holds her, right above his waist, all he can think about is slamming her down on his dick. It’ll be so easy. If only she’d let him.

God, she doesn’t know what she does to him. She just doesn’t know.

His lower stomach swoops as he stares up into her low eyes. They practically suck him in, consuming all of his attention—he doesn’t even notice the tiny smirk on her lips.

Or maybe she does.

“Bed, Kenny,” she reminds.

He stalls, eyes flicking between hers. And then his senses come back to him and he’s shuffling towards the bedroom. His hands slowly make their way from the underside of her thighs to her ass, gripping soft fat.

When they finally reach, he rests her gently on the messy sheets, earning a sigh straight from her lips.

She turns onto her stomach. “So glad—to be home,” she stretches, raising her ass as the arch in her back deepens. It’s a smooth, downward slope into to her shoulders. The way her ass spreads, stretching out the lace is just too good of a sight.

She moves slow, like the pull of a bow. Though, the arrow is released quick, and her body collapses like a bag of bricks into the sheets. The soft impact makes the fat of her ass jiggle slightly, and of course he stares.

“Just undress me,” he hears her say, her small chuckle is muffled by her folded arms.

Her legs hang over the edge of the bed, and she makes no attempt to correct herself. And refusing to ruin her peace, he simply moves over them.

A single knee digs into the mattress beside her hip while his next foot remains planted on the hardwood flooring. With a strong arm, he holds himself above her body, hovering as he reaches for the zipper at the top of her back.

Carefully, he plucks up the black metal and drags it down. The back of her jumpsuit is pulled open, parting further and further and the zipper reaches closer to the end of its track.

The smooth, shiny skin of her back is bared to him. With the inked flowers decorating the dark skin and the blur of leftover sleep still in his eyes, he has to concentrate to find the shallow ditches of skin right above her ass.

“Mmh—you’re so good t’me, Kenji.” She turns her head, the bottom half of her face still obscured by her arms. But, those siren eyes leer at him, batting at him with luxurious lashes.

He swallows, feeling just a bit of control slipping from him.

In an attempt to reel it back in, he pulls back to stand up, his knee still implanted in the mattress and effectively leaving his leg straddling one of her sides.

Blowing out, she slowly turns her body. Lying on her back, she peers up at him, seemingly oblivious to the way her boobs spill out of the suit now that it’s unzipped and loose.

His eyes immediately fall to her nipples. He’s got no shame about it. He’s dying to get one in his mouth.

“Pull it off,” she says gently.

His hands shake when they pull the lacey garment down her top half. When he gets to her legs, he finds himself gravitating closer to her body.

That body oil she used earlier wafts off of her as he reveals more of her skin. The material stretches wide around her hips. His face is close to the triangle of skin her panties hide. He pauses, glancing up to see her staring back at him, watching closely.

He licks at his drying lips and continues.

When the jumpsuit is finally off, he throws it down on the floor somewhere behind him. It’s none of his concern anymore.

“Thank you, Kenji.”

He thinks she going to ask him to take her underwear off next. It’s something she’d do. And he’s waiting on it. Silently begging her for it.

She can tell by his demeanor. His body is tightly coiled, waiting for the chance to spring into action.

So she makes him wait, just a little bit.

His hands press into the sides of his legs, desperate to keep busy. A tiny breath of amusement leaves through her nose.

“You want me to take it off?”

She actually smiles, almost laughing.

“Sure.”

Slowly, she lifts her knees to her chest and he’s moving without hesitation.

The thin fabric is rolled down her hips, up her thighs, and down her calves. When he discards of that too, her legs remain bent, toes pointed on their own accord.

He doesn’t look anywhere else but the plump set of lips squeezed between fat thighs. The pressure pushes her labia out, and he’s never been more entranced.

Without thinking, his hands land on the underside of her thighs. Fingers spread, feeling against smooth, supple skin. He pushes his hands up and up until they hook underneath her knees. He parts her legs.

Her pussy opens up like a flower to show off a heated pink center. The prettiest flower he’s ever seen, a deep brown on the outside.

“Ken,” she says affectionately.

He blinks slowly. It’s a fight against himself to tear his eyes away from her cunt to look into her eyes. A fight he loses.

“Huh?”

“My clothes,” she reminds.

“A-ahuh…”

He’s still looking, seeing how her pussy winks back at him.

“Kenny…”

He pushes her legs further apart. Another clench. Her clit just barely pokes out from under its hood, waiting for his tongue to drop on its head.

His hips get closer to her. He licks his lips again.

“Kenji.”

Her tone tears his attention away from between her legs. He finally looks her in the eyes.

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” Her voice is softer now, like she isn’t really all that concerned with such a fate.

“My bad…” His eyes slowly sink right back to their previous spot. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, not even hearing himself.

“You hungry?”

It takes him a second to catch the joke. But he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t even laugh.

“A little.”

His hands grip the undersides of her knees just a bit tighter. She clenches just from the action.

Her eyes leave his face falling to the real star of the show: the outline of his dick through the pants. It’s too big to be ignored.

And she finds herself regretting this challenge again. Tired isn’t even the word, but she can’t lie, tired sex sounds really good right now.

Maybe they don’t have to really do it. She trusts herself not to mess up, just as long as she keeps him in line.

“Take it out.”

“Mh—what?”

“Take it out.”

He looks into her eyes, her words finally getting through to him. She sees the sobering look pass over his face.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

He snatches a hand out from under her knee to wrestle the hem of his sweats down his hips and thighs.

It’s almost like she watches it happen in slow-motion—how his dick bounces as it’s freed from its cloth-prison. So thick and heavy, it hangs between his legs.

She almost moans when he grabs himself, doing a weak drag of his fist over it.

His eyes are on his target. His heart is beating out of his chest with the thought of plunging headfirst into her oasis. It’s been so long, too long.

He shivers, squeezing the tip.

“I don’t want it.”

His gaze cuts to her face. It almost hurt her to lie like that. She had to keep strong.

“Just wanna feel you.” She can see the frustration in the twitch of his brows. But he keeps quiet. “Just don’t put it in.”

Whatever tension was visible on his face seems to melt away.

Dragging her closer, his body lights afire. Her ass is pressed to the front of his thighs. He’s dizzy as he takes himself in hand, giving one last tug before laying his dick against her.

He exhales with relief. She’s so warm, he shivers again. And she can feel his pulse against her clit. Her pussy flutters. He’s so heavy against her, a weight she’s missed. She aches to feel it inside of her.

He does a slow drag of his fist down his length, stopping just before the head. Then, he lifts it, not too far.

She gasps softly with the light taps against her clit. Her legs twitch. But he leans more weight onto his arm, pushing her leg further back.

The taps get heavier, harder. The pudge of her pussy jiggles as he smacks her with his thickness.

A low hiss leaves him. “Ssshiiit…”

She swallows. “S-stop playing, Kenji.”

He does one last smack, particularly harder than the others. But, he keeps his hold on himself, pressing down as he does a slow, heavy glide through her lips.

Her hips stutter as he rolls over her clit. The entire length slides against her, all the way down to his balls. When he gets that far, he keeps his hips pressed to hers, watching how his dick lays against her tummy.

Her belly button is hidden from view, and they’re both reminded of how deep he can get whenever he’s in it.

“I still can’t put it in?”

She shakes her head, eyes lower than before. Her chest is frozen as she stops breathing.

“Why?”

“‘Cause…”

“‘Cause what?” He’s staring intently at where they collide.

“‘Cause … I don’t want it.”

He licks his lips. “Mhm.”

He pulls his hips back and she feels like she can finally breathe again.

“Hold me?” she asks.

He buffers for a moment before ultimately lowering himself. Once again, his dick slides tortuously against her lips as he presses his chest to hers.

Shorter arms fall around his neck and just as he had let go of her leg, both tighten around his waist. His hips are heavy against hers, pressing his dick between her lips.

“Mmh,” she moans out, eyes falling closed as she moves her hips against him.

He’s between her legs, weighing into her pussy and pressed against her stomach. It all leaves her dizzy. She almost tells him to put it in.

Almost.

She keeps her mouth shut…

Until he starts kissing on her neck.

Her lips part as she starts gulping down air.

His hips starts to move in short, inch-by-inch strokes. They’re weak, but it’s enough for right now.

“K-Kenny—“ She gasps.

“C’mon, baby,” he says against her neck. His hands hook underneath her knees again, holding her open as his strokes get stronger and longer. “C’mon,” he whines. “Just the tip … please?”

She’s breathless as she shakes her head against him.

He kisses his teeth but doesn’t stop nor pull away. “You playin’ … you playin’ and you know it,” he rasps. “I won’t even move. C’mon, please?”

“N-no, Kenji.” Her voice waivers.

“Please, baby. Please—”

She gasps as his tip catches against her hole for the longest second of her life, teasing intrusion.

“Won’t move, I promise,” he moans in her neck. His hands grip her legs tighter. “Just want you to feel it … just the tip.”

His voice is breathy, full of desperation.

As he rests over her clit, he circles his hips and her back arches.

“Ohh, fuck,” she whines softly.

“Won’t even cum, just wanna feel you around me, baby … c’mon.”

His thoughtless babbling is running her crazy. She feels like she can’t breathe.

“Know it’s wet f’me. She misses me.” He drags his hips against her harder now. The collision of their hips is loud as he slams against her.

She’s getting wetter, he can hear it. He can feel it.

“He misses you, too, baby,” he pants. “Misses you so … so bad—“

His hips freeze. He twitches against her. And she’s quiet as her wetness trickles against him.

“She’s leaking.” His voice is wrecked. “Lemme plug her.”

With a whimper, she shakes her head.

He lifts his head to look at her face. It’s clinched as she tries to hold back. He presses his lips to hers and she goes thoughtless as he kisses her all soft and slow. The soft smacks of their lips gets her wetter.

“Lemme give her what she wants,” he says against her lips. “C’mon.”

Her brain is mush, she can hardly see straight. And he takes advantage of her haze.

Twin gasps leave them, both melting into moans as his tip breaks past her lips and plunges into her walls.

“Ken—“

His hands leave from her legs. They pulls her arms from around his neck to push them onto the bed. He laces his fingers inbetween her own.

“S’good, right?”

She moans.

“Know you missed it,” he groans. His hips tremble as they hold back. “Missed all this dick…”

She flutters around him, desperate to pull more of him in. And she’s so tight, so wet.

“I-I’ma give it to her—“

A loud moan rips from her as he pushes all the way in, hard and sharp.

“K-Kenji!“

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pants. “M’sorry. Can’t stop myself. I can’t … can’t—“

He cuts himself off as he pulls out halfway, just to slide back in. His hands squeeze hers tighter as she tries to pull them away.

All of his weight he puts on her, trapping her beneath him as she drives his hips into her.

“M’sorry,” he moans out, not even pulling out at this point. He only ruts into her, knocking his dick against what feels like her cervix.

“K-ken!”

“Fuck, s’good … it’s s-so good!”

Mindlessly, he fucks into her, only chasing after his own pleasure. His eyes roll back into his head as he gets lost in the way she squeezes him so tight and floods around him.

“W-waaait—I—“

She’s creaming around him. Her pussy’s so sloppy, it squidges.

“Don’t hold it,” he grunts, knocking into her harder. “Cum on my shit, cum on it, baby. S’yours! All yours…”

Her body trembles with overstimulation. But, he doesn’t stop, still rolling his hips.

“Oh, fuck… Oh fuck!” His moans get louder as he feels his own orgasm approaching quickly.

Her body withers beneath his, only able to accept what’s being given to it. It overdoses on him, cream becomes squirt. She splashes around him, drowning him.

And it triggers him; Ribbons of his cum splash against her cervix. All of the buildup from these last few weeks, he empties into her. And it’s so much, he feels like he’s going to pass out. She can only moan out as he fills her.

He’s pulsing in her and she’s clenching around him. They’re both lost in the throes of their orgasms.

Her limbs are heavy with fatigue (and the weight of his body against hers). It takes several minutes for them to return to a state of function.

When he finally pulls out, he watches his cum ooze from her stretched hole. And it just keeps going.

“Fuck,” he groans, so turned on by the sight of her filled with his release. It puts him in a trance, watching his nut decorate her pussy.

When he can finally pull his attention away, he looks down at himself. His dick and inner thighs are full of their release.

“This shit so messy,” he says, still holding her open.

“Didn’t … listen,” she mumbles, weakly kicking at him.

“I know,” he pants. “I’ll take the punishment … I don’t care.” He swallows, his throat feeling dry.

She doesn’t say anything. Just as long as he knows.

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❤︎ .𖥔˚𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𓍼ོ.𓍢ִ໋

𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 ☆ 𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢 - reader is aroused from getting a tattoo (soft core) / Eren x Blackreader | mini drabble—working thru a writing slump so bear w. me on these shorter fics, enjoy <3

Over a hundred times per second, thousands of times per minute—the needle keeps hitting delicate skin.

Sometimes it breaks, leaving droplets of blood in its wake. Other times, it’s just strong enough to withstand the attack, leaving the skin raw and swollen.

‘It’s probably red,’ she thinks as her thighs clench around the chair.

There’s a moment of clarity; The needle has been lifted.

“You good?”

His voice almost makes her shiver.

Her closed eyes squeeze together.

“Mhm.”

She hears him moving around some tools behind her. “Use your words.”

“Yeah…”

Low, green eyes bore into the back of her head, watching closely.

From their first meeting, she could tell that Eren was an ‘all-about-the-details’ kind of man. Analytical, almost to a fault (noting the times he’s kept her in his chair longer than needed, just to perfect a tattoo). She doesn’t appreciate him any less for it.

Yet, she’s burning up under his stare. She almost wishes he would look away, as stupid as that sounds.

“Tell me when you need a break.”

She nods and turns her head to the side to rest against the headrest, eyes still closed.

“𓊆ྀི⋆˖ ⭑˚⊹𓊇ྀི.”

Soft mink lashes blink as she peels her eyes open to look at him—as best as she can from this angle, anyway.

“Tell me.”

He’s a soft-talker, quiet most times. But the added edge to his voice at times just gets her.

Usually, she laughs it off, making a joke about him. It makes it easier to ignore the way his tone fires her up.

She can’t laugh this time.

Her body inches up higher against the back of the chair, her wide hips do a meager half-drag against it.

Why did she wear jeans?

“Okay.”

The whine of her voice almost alarms him. His gaze lingers on her for seconds more as his mind replays the way her full lips twitched into a pout.

He saves an apology to continue his work.

The second the needle touches her skin, her spine tenses beneath his hand. It isn’t so much of a big movement that he has to take a pause. Just a tiny shift beneath the skin. Still, he notices it.

He also notices the restless sway of her right knee every time he lifts the needle. And how her hips keep anchoring down against the seat. Even how her breathing picks up.

During their first ever session, he wondered why she would never tap out for breaks. But, it’s too obvious that she enjoys more than she should. Even when she tries to hide it.

A breath of amusement leaves through his nose.

The needle trickles half an inch lower, closer towards one of her back dimples. He applies more force behind the gun.

Her eyes roll back shut. Her arms shield her face, keeping him from seeing her tug her bottom lip between her teeth.

A stifled whimper sneaks out.

“This is gonna be a long one,” he mutters.

He doesn’t lift the needle.

It’s getting harder and harder for her to keep still. She releases her bottom lip and it trembles.

Eren glances up at her and presses a little harder. The sting reaches deeper.

Her lips part as her face pulls together.

“I’m almost done, you could hold out.”

A tiny mewl slips from her. It’s soft and broken, so unlike her strong, brazen attitude.

Something in his chest drops; It free-falls down his stomach and to his dick. He lifts the gun with a sigh.

His breath fans against the raw skin of her back. She shivers as her hips twitch against the chair again.

“Good job.”

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.ೃ࿔*:･༉‧𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝑵𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌༄

3.7k! • 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 | -> warnings: or*l (male receiving), aggressive/rough behavior (both parties are consenting), gagging/choking, bre*thplay, dirty talk, substance use (smoking we*d) & detailed mentions of using it, obscene language, “put in your place” trope, ambiguous relationship between characters, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black), NYC slang used sparingly, original characters

This is my first queer fic (MxM) on this page (not new to this, though). Sumn slight, sumn light. Hope you guys enjoy. Pls reblog if you do.

There’s nothing special about this tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary or extravagant.

The complete opposite.

Even the parking lot of the Chick-fil-a is still. There are probably only four other cars here, quite spaced out.

What’s so special about two guys hanging out? Sitting in the car; Talking, smoking, listening to music—and they might even come up with a few freestyles while high.

A calm vibe for the night. Nothing special.

Oily paper bags full of empty sauce packets and finished fries sit by their feet, ready to be discarded.

One of their rap playlists is on, and he can’t even remember whose it is. Their taste in music is the same at this point. So as MHPG Sound’s MHA bumps through the speakers, he hears soft mumbles as the other man raps along.

“Yo, Shey.” Jai’s voice cracks as it’s the first time he’s said anything in about half an hour. Quickly, he clears his throat.

“Mmh,” his friend hums, attention elsewhere at the moment.

“You could put the seat warmers on? I’m fake feeling the cold from outside.” In his seat, he softly shakes his legs in an attempt to generate some heat for himself.

Peering up from whatever had arrested his focus, Shekar nods over at the small backlit buttons decorating the dashboard. “It’s right in front’a you.” Just as quickly, he’s looking right back down.

Crumbs of salt and waffle-fries fall from Jai’s hands as he dusts them off. “Yeah, but my fingers mad greasy.” Licking his lips, he tastes the remaining salt crumbs.

Should’a got more napkins.

“I’m rolling. Just wipe ‘em off.”

Finally, Jai looks his way for the first time in minutes. In the darkness of the car, with Shekar’s faced-up phone screen being the only efficient light source, he catches him in the process of rolling a blunt. There’s even a lighter balancing on his knee.

If he hadn’t known him for so long, Jai would’ve been more impressed that he just rolled up in near-darkness. But it comes as no surprise, this nigga will roll up anywhere.

“Nigga if I could, I wouldn’t be asking you. We ain’t even get napkins.”

Sucking his teeth, Shekar breaks his focus from the blunt. Thankfully, he’d finished. He carefully sets it on his phone screen before stretching over the middle console and Jai’s knees to pull open the glove box.

He crashes back into his seat, letting Jai see for himself, the hidden stash of napkins he keeps on deck.

“Chipotle?” Jai scowls at him just before leaning forward and snatching up two. “Thought you had better standards than that.”

“Aah, look at that.” Ignoring every thing he just said, Shekar clicks on the overhead light to show off his work. “Pearled that shit, nigga. Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jai only rolls his eyes in response. He reaches for the seat warmer button for his side and sets the temperature up to the max.

Clicking the light back off, Shekar is quick to spark up. He takes the first hit before even giving it a second thought.

“And it’s a—“ He coughs. “S’a good thing you don’t get paid to—to think.” A smile creeps up on his face, even as he clears his throat. “Talking ‘bout better standards. Tuh, I seen the bitches you fucked with—“

“Yeah, shut the fuck up.” Jai snatches the blunt, immediately taking a hit.

A pointed stare is what Shekar gives him. “Thought you brought your own.”

He drops his lighter on the small shelf of the speed-o-meter. The clank of the plastic is the loudest sound in the car.

Taking his time to respond, Jai exhales through his nose, puffing out a thin cloud of smoke. “And?”

From his face, Shey’s stare moves to the blunt itself.

“We’a just smoke it after this.” An air of indifference surrounds Jai’s words.

“You put Grabba?”

He takes one more puff while pushing his seat back. “Mhm.”

Immediately, Shekar sucks his teeth. “Hand my shit back, I’an tryna smoke that—“

He reaches out for the spliff, only for Jai to block his hand.

“Aye, nigga—chill!“ He pulls it from between his lips, holding it close to his chest and careful not to drop it. “Almost made me drop the shit,” he scowls. “Structure up. You a grown ass nigga and can’t smoke Grabba?”

“I’on like it—“

“Aah, you’a be cool,” Jai says as he smacks his chest with a light back hand. Settling back in his seat, he brings the blunt back to his lips.

Resigned, Shekar only leans against the window and pulls out his phone.

“Hm,” Jai hums, handing it over.

Wordlessly he takes it, taking a slow hit as he scrolls through some app. “Damn near … smoked my shit out.” He turns it over, eyeing how it had shrunk.

“You whining, Shey’.”

With a burst of energy, Shekar whips his head to look at it. “Nigga ‘cause you use too much Grabba. You be on that feind shit, it ain’t even that good.” His glare lingers on him for a second more before it retreats to his phone screen.

As he grows quiet, Jai watches him slip the blunt back in-between his pink lips. This time, when he exhales, his tongue peaks out just a little bit to wet the bottom lip.

It’s got a soft sheen to it. Even in the darkness, the pink skin looks plump and soft.

For as long as they’ve been smoking—since they were seventeen (and Shekar’s been doing it for longer than that)—it’s always surprised Jai how he hasn’t gotten smoker’s lips.

“Fuck? … Fuck is niggas on? Thinking I’m hitting that,” Shekar mumbles, his soft voice breaking Jai’s focus.

And so, Jai finally looks at the whole of his face. Before he can stop himself, an airy laugh floats out of him.

Shey’s always had a softer, quieter voice. Some days, it actually pisses him off, because having to go “huh” about five times before hearing what was said gets aggravating fast. Most times, he just finds it funny.

Although, he occasionally thinks it’s a little cute.

“Quit bitching. Y’know I hate that shit.” He smirks, he can’t help it. The thought of how he might react to the teasing is just too good.

Shekar can hear the smile in his voice. It’s quiet for a minute as he smokes.

And even if he’s sitting still, Jai might as well be bouncing in his seat, waiting with bated breath for a response, a clapback—anything.

Nevertheless, Shekar continues to scroll through his phone. The lingering stare on his body doesn’t bother him.

So as Jai continues to wait for a response he likely won’t get, he only watches. But waiting turns into something else as the thought leaves his mind for better: admiration.

Is that what he wants to call it?

Either way, he’s staring at his hair. Eyeing the fresh lineup. It’s crisp. He can imagine how the trimmed hairs feel under his fingertips.

The rest of his hair is pulled up into the most half-assed bun he’s ever seen. Just to get it out of his face, he guesses. His deep brown curls have seen better days.

“Your hair is mad frizzy. This day five hair?”

He’s the only one that laughs at his own joke, let alone acknowledges it. And that makes his smile drop.

“C’mon, y’know I’m just joking.”

He waits a couple of seconds for a response. A reaction of some sort. And when it doesn’t come—

Jai sucks his teeth. “Nigga you mad sensitive. Mad sherm right now—”

With a loud sigh, Shekar shuts off his phone and drops it in his lap. Finally, he does a full-body turn just to look at him.

Jai fights himself to successfully restrain a smile.

“What you want?”

This time, he loses the fight to his natural urges—a shit-eating grin slowly stretches out his full lips. It only continues to grow as he stares at Shekar. “You getting butthurt over a lil’ joke.”

“I just don’t wanna smoke your bum ass shit.”

“Yeah, aight.”

Shaking his head, Shekar passes the blunt back. He pretends he doesn’t see the slight tremor in Jai’s hand when their fingers touch in the exchange.

“Don’t beg for it when I take it out,” Jai smirks.

Under the cover of his naturally full lashes, Shekar eyes him, letting his words sit in the air for a bit. He waits patiently for a “pause” from the other. It doesn’t come.

With a scoff and a shake of his head, Shekar turns his head to look out the window.

“Oh, aight,” Jai challenges.

He only shakes his head again, neglecting to even say anything.

“You know you good for doing that.”

He rolls his eyes, almost letting a simple “shut the fuck up,” slip out.

Finally, Jai stops speaking, if only to take a hit. Holding his breath, he shifts in his seat and yells: “It’s quiet, ain’t no what?” He exhales. “Oh, aight!”

His chuckles are deep. Shekar tries to ignore how his stomach stirs at the sound.

“Quiet, ain’t no motherfucking … back talk, nigga.” He’s only quiet for a couple more seconds, taking another quick puff. “You listen to what I say.”

Shekar can’t help it; He cracks a smile. He even quietly laughs to himself. “Now you just chattin’.”

“Ain’t nobody chattin’, nigga! I tell you to do something and you do it. Simple.”

This is too ridiculous to ignore. Shekar finds his body moving to look at him before he can even consciously do it.

“You off a bean?”

Letting go of the blunt, Jai allows it to dangle between his lips. His now free hand reaches forward, latching softly around the base of Shekar’s neck, just to drag him forward.

Just a few inches separate their faces. A small cloud puffs from the end of the shrinking blunt.

“If I tell you to do sumn right now, you gon’ say no?” He raises a brow.

Shekar looks down at his mouth, unconsciously memorizing the way his dark pink lips curl around the vice.

“Nah…” He watches how the corner of his mouth twitches, trying to hide a smirk. “I’a just remind you who you talking to.”

A scoff leaves his lips before an actual response does. Jai’s hand drops from his neck, pushing him away before catching the blunt before it falls. Now, he can really laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs out. “You ain’t doing shit, nigga.”

Shekar remains quiet.

Seeing as the blunt has grown considerably smaller, he realizes that a bit of time has passed. It’s starting to hit, even by just a little bit.

He can tell by the sluggish feeling plaguing his body. As fatigue slowly blankets him, he recognizes that it’s only a matter of time before his patience begins to shorten.

Busying himself, Jai grabs his phone to queue up more songs for the Apple CarPlay. Even if the music plays low, he can still enjoy it.

All the while as he silently jams out to the music, the blunt steadily becomes a roach. It isn’t glaringly obvious to him until the tiny thing burns the pads of his fingers. He quietly hisses before putting it out in the car’s mini ash tray.

Missing the feeling of something in his hand and between his lips, he quickly replaces Shekar’s blunt with his own. He pulls it from the pocket of his Amiri hoodie.

“Yo, pass me that lighter?”

“Hm?” Shekar looks up from his phone. With low and glassy eyes, he searches the man next him for seconds as his words take their time to sink in. “Oh…”

A bit slower than usual, he grabs the lighter from the speed-o-meter’s ledge and drops it in Jai’s awaiting palm.

“‘Preciate you.”

He hums. This time, he looks Jai’s way. Watches how he turns the new blunt over the open flame.

“And you hitting this shit, too,” Jai insists.

Before he can think, Shekar softly sucks his teeth. “You tryna … smoke me out, nigga,” he mumbles, dragging a hand over his face as he leans back in his seat. “Told you I’an want that bum ass shit.”

Still, Jai sparks up. His first inhale is slow and deep. He only hits it about two more times before passing it off.

With no argument, Shekar accepts it. He puts his lips right where Jai’s were and inhales deeply.

“Look at how you still took it, though.”

Shekar coughs, though it’s not as bad as when they hit his blunt first. “Shut—shut up.”

“Exactly … took that shit real easy.” Jai looks at him with lowered eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, too. “You a pro at that, taking it, y’know?”

Face screwed up, Shekar sucks his teeth as he stares down at the blunt. “Yo, stop … fucking playing with me…”

His voice had trailed off.

“You is, though. I’m giving you your props lil’ nigga.” Jai nudges his shoulder, his smile growing to show off his perfect teeth.

Shekar fixes a dirty look on him. Even as he glares at him, Jai can tell that he’s baked. His low and glossy eyes drags laughter out of him.

“You gon’ quit bitchin’ me.”

Jai only laughs harder, having to put a fist over his mouth as he doubles over.

Sucking his teeth, Shekar turns to look out the window. His body is growing tense. “‘Fore I put my dick in your mouth.”

He’s wheezing at this point. Breathless as he looks up at him with an open mouth. “Yo … what? Nigga—I can’t even—I can’t even take you serious.”

“Yeah … keep laughing, pussy.” The slur in his words is soft, feeling the high really get to him. He sucks his teeth, his body feeling a little too light. “Choke on my shit.”

Jai’s fit dies down as he sucks his teeth. “Yeah, okay.” Sitting up straight, he partly stretches over the console to get in his face. “Bet you, you won’t,” he says hushed.

Shekar turns to look at him with low eyes. There’s a hint of a scowl on his pink lips. “Bet you I fucking will.”

Jai peers down at them, his own stretching into a smile. “You won’t.”

“On everything.” His eyes widen as they fall on his.

“Fuck everything,” he says quietly. “Make me, pussy.”

What little illumination the parking lot and tiny lights of the car’s interior offers shouldn’t be enough.

But, if Shekar can roll up in the dark, then he doesn’t need much to see Jai bobbing his head over his lap.

The hand he’s got on his head guides him, as well as keeps his braids from falling in his face.

Soft gags and wet slurps are music to his ears—louder than his own moans.

“You wanted this shit … make sure you get it all.” He scowls, angling his hips up to hit the back of his throat.

The only answer Jai gives is a deep moan that sends a steady vibration through Shey’s dick.

No doubt, he’s got bruises now. But that’s the least of his worries when he’s struggling to breathe properly.

“Doing all’at talking … had to shut you the fuck up.” He pushes him all the way down and holds his head there.

Jai’s gags and the way his throat constricts around him only make his dick twitch.

Shekar looks down at it all with a grin on his face, taking his time to admire despite Jai’s desperation to come up for air.

“You look good choking on my shit.” He licks his lips, admiring the view.

Gripping the back of his head tighter, he yanks his head up.

As Jai is pulled off, he gasps. Harsh coughs leave him as his body tries to swallow as much air as possible.

But even as he’s struggling for it, Shekar still finds his plump, spit-slicked lips to be arousing. His chin is messy with his own spit and a bit of precum.

He gets in his face. “You still got somethin’ to say?”

Still gasping for air, Jai weakly shakes his head. Though, it’s difficult to do that when someone’s got a stiff grip on your hair.

“Speak, nigga.”

He swallows, and Shekar can see his throat bob. “Nah.” His voice is hoarse and broken. Ruined.

If he wasn’t so hard already, that would’ve got him there.

He hums, running his eyes over Jai’s face one more time.

“You pretty when you don’t speak. Maybe I should keep my dick in your mouth … but you gon’ do that anyway.”

“Shey—“

“Stop talking, nigga.” He ignores the way Jai winces when he tugs his on his hair harder. “I’an really tryna hear all’at. What I really wanna hear is you choking on my shit, ‘cause you blowing my high right now.”

So, Jai dutifully sinks his head back down on him, embracing Shekar’s dick with his throat.

“And keep your hands behind your back.”

They’ve never moved from the spot, crossed even, despite nothing holding them down.

Shekar only guides his head for the first few bobs. And he smiles as he slowly pulls his hand away, watching Jai take over for himself.

He wants to bet all of the money in his bank account that Jai hadn’t even noticed that he stopped guiding him. And it’s cause he’s a slut like that.

Shekar knows it better than anyone else. He doesn’t even need Jai to say it himself. This is all proof enough.

“Just like that … keep throatin’ my shit.” He laughs to himself, leaning back in his seat as he watches. “Make sure you clean up all the mess you making.”

A broken moan sounds from the back of his throat. Jai pulls off of him. A full second doesn’t even go by before his mouth is back on his dick, suckling on the slick skin from the side.

All the while, in his other hand, Shekar smokes on whatever’s left of Jai’s blunt. He minds the burn in his nose and throat a little less.

“It’s quiet, right? No fucking back talk, nigga.” He licks his lips.

Every drop of precum that dribbles out, Jai is there to slurp up. While his pillow-soft lips surround him, his syphoned cheeks give a tight squeeze.

And it’s got Shekar’s eyes rolling back, his head falling against the headrest, too. He’s got a hand back on Jai’s head, an attempt to slow down his quickening pace.

“S—shit … you a fucking eater … goddamn, nigga,” he groans out.

His gentle voice only goads Jai on. He wants to hear more of him. It makes his chest warm.

“Look at you … should record this, play it back f’you later ... show you how much you love this shit.”

Jai falters in his pace, moaning at his words. His own dick aches in his sweats, untouched.

“How you the biggest slut I f-fuckin’ know—“ He hisses, his hips stutter. “Ain’t you?”

His only answer is a gag.

Shekar’s hand moves from the back of his head to the side, just far enough that his thumb caresses the side of his face.

“Ain’t you, Pa?” he asks softer.

Jai’s eyes fall closed and for a second he stops. His concentration is up by a thousand percent as he tries not to finish in his pants.

“Gimme a answer, c’mon,” he gently pushes.

And Jai only whimpers. It’s quiet, but Shekar definitely hears it.

“Mhm, I know … I know.” He inhales deeply.

Tightening his grip on his hair once more, Shekar holds his head down. That’s the only warning he gives before he starts fucking up into his throat.

“So quit. Fuckin’. Actin’. Like. You. Not.” He grunts through clenched teeth.

The gags are harsher—wetter—this time. Jai’s hands clench into fists behind his back. Even as his eyes squeeze shut, tears slips from them, down his cheeks.

Sweat beads at the top of Shekar’s forehead as he punctuates each word with a thrust. His stomach clenches, burning with arousal and the workout this is.

“Quit acting like you not a lil’ thot f’this shit,” he pants, still holding his head down. “This what you needed, though … someone to shut you up. Give you some dick to keep you quiet.”

He takes a hit of the blunt.

“That’s all you was needing … I could tell. Just wanted my attention, right?”

A ragged, pathetic moan is the only response Jai can give. He even tries to nod his head. It isn’t much of anything, but Shekar sees the effort for what it is.

“Yeah … just wanted some attention.”

He finally pulls Jai off of his dick, allowing to breathe again. He ignores coughs and hacks.

“So I’ma give you what you really need.”

With Jai’s head just a few inches off of him, Shekar takes his dick in hand and pumps himself. It only takes a few fast tugs.

His balls grow tight and a groan gets caught in his throat. Holding himself and aim, he paints Jai’s deep brown skin with ribbons of gooey white.

His cheeks and chin are outliers. Bullseye is on his shiny, parted lips. And the view from up here is to die for.

Biting down on his lower lip, Shekar taps his tip against Jai’s mouth as the last few drops of his cum dribble out.

“Fuuuck.”

When he’s finished, he releases’s Jai’s hair, allowing the other man to finally sit up. All the while, he finishes off the rest of the blunt.

Silently, too exhausted for his own good, Jai leans back in his seat, trying to catch his own breath.

“Shit, nigga,” he sighs out, voice broken beyond anything.

Shekar doesn’t respond, basking in his own orgasm still.

Weakly, Jai pulls down the sun visor on his side, accessing the mirror. As the automatic lights hit his face, he sees the mess made.

“Fuckin’ … got the shit all over me.”

Shekar exhales. “You whining, Jai.”

He turns his head to glare at him, a weak scowl on his lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

It’s funny hearing how his voice is almost completely lost. Shekar smirks, still looking ahead at the empty parking lot.

“Bet you your standards not too high for them napkins now.”

And if Jai hadn’t learned his lesson, he would’ve said something back. But as he swallows, his throat sore, he’s reminded to keep his mouth closed.

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—𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝟐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈! 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔. 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 & 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅!

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I am currently not taking requests, but when I am… -> see my rules post for what I allow to be requested

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𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 & 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. “+𝟏𝟖” & “𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏” 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆/𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓.

- 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐/𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒄 @2sneaky

- 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

—𝟐𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 ˚🌷˖

🗻𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏🗻

🔖 𝘖𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘯

-> ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ 1, 2, 3

-> 🎥✨sᴏᴜʟ ᴛɪᴇs🏝️🌺

-> ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ (drabble request)

-> 🎧ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴜ 4 ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴏ!🖥️

-> 🎤ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴜ 4 ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴏ!💿 ᴘ.2

🎐 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦

-> 24 ʜᴏᴜʀs, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ

🍶 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯

-> ❤︎ .𖥔˚ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇ𓍼ོ.𓍢ִ໋

🗻 𝑱𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 🗻

🪷 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰

-> ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏꜰᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ

🐚 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰

-> ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ 1, 2, 3, 4

🚨𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆🚨

☕️ 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥

-> ᴛʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇss ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛs

-> ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʏ sᴏꜰᴛ ‘ɴ’ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ

🏀𝑷𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊🏀

-> ₊˚ ⟡ ֺ. ‘ sᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs … ꜰᴜᴄᴋ— ’ ๋ ࣭ ⭑

🗻 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼 🗻

-> 𓇼°₊.ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ❀ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ 🥭

-> 𓇼°₊. ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ❀ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ 🥭 P.2

-> 𓇼°₊. ᴛʀᴏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ❀ ꜰʀᴜɪᴛ 🥭 P.3

-> 🍓༄ ༉‧‘sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ sʜᴏʀᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ’⋆｡𖦹𝜗𝜚

-> ⟡⋆｡˚⊹ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ♡ ۫࿔.

-> ೃ࿔*:･༉‧ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴋ༄ (BxB)

-> .⟡ ֺ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ɢʟᴏss 𓈀 ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ𓂂 ˚. P.1

-> .⟡ ֺ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ? 𓂂 ˚. P.2

-> “xɪᴏᴍᴀʀᴀ’s ᴀɴɢᴇʀ”

-> ⋅ જ⁀➴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ๋࣭ ⭑

-> . ۪ ֗ “ ɴᴏ—ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ”⋆˚🫧 P1

-> . ۪ ֗ “ ɴᴏ—ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ”⋆˚🫧 P2

-> ᴄᴜꜰꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ’ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ . ₊˚ 𖥔 ❤︎

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࿔*･⟡⋆｡˚⊹ 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞♡ ۫࿔. ࿐

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖦹 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 |-> dirty talk, c୨ৎck warming, p in v p୨ৎnetration, ୨ৎdging, denied ୨ৎrgasm, cl୨ৎt rubbing, m୨ৎsturbation, d୨ৎm/s୨ৎb dynamics, teasing, descriptive language, oc/nameless characters (“he” & “she” prns only used) abrupt ending (if I ever feel up to it, I’ll add a real ending)

It keeps him entranced, watching her climb over his lap and settles on his thighs softly.

Like a butterfly coming to rest on its flower; She’s open for him.

“Look so pretty,” he mumbles, dazed. Not a full second passes before he presses his mouth to her cushiony bottom lip.

In the kiss, her lips spread into a smile and a giggle slips through.

“Thank you.”

A velvety hum leaves him as he licks at her, coaxing her tongue out. He sucks on it.

She tastes like the finest dessert.

His warm, big hands rub down her bare back, pressing her closer to him.

Her breath skips as her stiff nipples graze his hot chest. She can feel the energy thrumming throughout his body.

His hands bear down, pressing deeper into the slopes of her waist and the curves of hips. They come around to the meatiest part of her body—her ass. Fingers spread to pull at and sink into dimpled, loose fat.

She mewls.

“Perfect,” he whispers against her lips as he pulls apart her bubbly cheeks.

He sits up straighter, just to peer over her shoulder and down at her little holes.

“Look at that.”

Her asshole winks back at him and her pussy clenches repeatedly, from the tension. He spots the slimy, deep pinkness hidden between fat, puffy lips.

One hand lets go of a cheek, only to smack it. Before his hand settles against the skin, he tightly grips the fat.

Her breath hitches. “Fuck,” she whispers, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth.

A soft chuckle leaves him, amused as he jiggles her cheek.

She’s too sweet, hiding her face deep in his neck. Always been so easy to embarrass, getting all shy whenever they’re intimate—it’s cute.

Above all, she always waits patiently for what he’s to do next.

Such a good girl.

It’s true, she is. But … how much of one is she?

How long can he push her until she breaks bad? What would be her last straw?

He desperately wants to know.

“Are you a good girl?”

The question’s got her pulling her head out of his neck. Big brown eyes stare back at him for a split second. Then, she’s nodding, curls flopping along with the movement.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

The barest hint of a whine in her voice makes his dick twitch. Unintentionally, the tip barely taps her naked lips.

She tries to stifle her excitement, keeping her hips still to stop from bearing down on him.

Just like he thought—a good girl.

“Want you to show me.”

His eyes bounce around her face, studying her features—seeing the way her eyes widen just a smidge and her lips part by less than an inch.

“Show me how patient you could be.”

His voice rasps with the excitement of his thoughts.

“How?”

She’s already wet, but that she keeps quiet about. He’ll find out soon enough.

“Lean up,” he whispers.

Bruised knees sink into the mattress on either side of his hips. Body raised high, her boobs hang in his face. Heavy and full.

He’s tempted to stick his tongue out and swipe it against one of her large, dark brown nipples.

One hand hooked on her hip, he takes his dick in hand.

Her body tingles with excitement. She’s too eager to take him. Because she loves taking his dick. It doesn’t matter to her how debauched it sounds.

All the right spots he knows how to hit, and just at the perfect time. He didn’t need much time to learn her body.

Whether that’s from experience with other women, she doesn’t like to think about. It makes her a tad bit green with envy.

However, it’s easy to forget all of that when he’s balls deep in her. Filling her tummy so nicely, stretching her cunt wide open and pushing her body’s bounds.

He drives her crazy, turns her brain to mush.

Sometimes, she’s finds herself having to keep from shouting out how badly she wants him to finish in her. The only thing keeping her from doing so is the possibility that he might deny her that dream.

She’s knocked from her daze as the heavy crown of his dick knocks against her clit. He feels around for her opening, rubbing and prodding between her lips.

He knows where to put it—finds it with ease every time. If he really wanted to, he’d slip right in. But, more than anything, he just loves to tease—that she knows.

So, she keeps her whining and complaints to herself, just thankful that he’s touching her.

“Mmh … so warm.”

His tip throbs, circling her hardened clit. He holds himself so that it slips perfectly against the slit of his crown.

“O-oh,” she whimpers softly.

Her strong thighs flex as she tries to keep still for him.

His breathing heavies as he continues to rub himself against her. There’s the swooping feeling in his lower stomach.

“Oh … fuck,” he whispers.

Precum beads out of the thick head, immediately wiped against her clit. He spreads it gracelessly over her lips, glossing them up.

Short acrylics sink into the skin of his shoulders as she grips tighter. Her jaw clenches, even.

He teases at her entrance, dipping into her honey pot and getting his head just a bit messy.

“So creamy,” he groans quietly.

Shallowly, he pushes his dick just past her opening and strokes softly. The sound of her body tempts him. Soft squishes whisper to him, telling him to push deeper.

He almost listens.

Letting go of himself, his dick slips from between her. A thin string of her essence barely stretches before it breaks, disconnecting them.

As stiff as his dick is, it bobs weakly before standing in its erect position. Looking down between them, he notes how a sticky glaze covers his tip.

“So patient for me.” His hand at her hip slides to the crux of her ass cheek, rubbing it gently.

“M-mhm.”

She nods weakly, prompting the gentle sway of her boobs in his face. He wants to put his mouth on them bad.

“Mmh—c-can I … sit?”

He can imagine the cute wrinkle between her brows as she wonders just how much longer he’ll be.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He lightly smacks her ass. “Sit on your dick.”

She makes haste, grabbing him at the base and angling him just right. A moan of equal parts relief and arousal leave her as she slowly sinks down.

He only grunts as he steadily fills her up. It always feels so good going in her, like her pussy is a perfect home for his dick.

Broken whimpers float from her as that slight burn comes with his dick bullying its way into her walls.

The feel of it is one thing, but the sight gets him like no other: how her hole is pulled taut around him, trying to accommodate his size. Her body has no other choice but to take him.

He can fucking break her.

The thought makes him twitch inside, pulling a soft mewl out of her.

Minutes pass before she’s able get all ten inches of him in. In his lap her body quivers, ass cheeks clenching as she tries to relax around him.

“Always squeezing me so good,” he mumbles, burying his face into her neck as he rubs on her ass and back.

“M’so full,” she moans.

The soothing motions of his hands come to a halt as his arms encircle her small waist tight. They bear down and lock around her. If she wanted to move, she can’t.

Kisses are flowered across her neck and chest. She smells so sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon rolls.

“Such a good girl … so good to me—”

A weak, half-thrust on his part makes her whimper. She grips the undersides of his biceps.

“Love stuffing you like this … filling you with all this dick,” he rasps.

She clenches around him. He resists thrusting up into her again. However, he’s sure she can feel him pulsing inside of her.

Her back barely arches, pushing her breasts up higher into his face. The wide, dark areolas fit her so perfectly, he’s obsessed.

Without a word or even so much as a second thought, he takes one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. His eyes fall closed as he indulges himself.

His tongue laves at it, toying with the sensitive bud. She bears down on him, pussy gripping him so tight it almost makes his head spin.

She tries to lift her hips, but can’t budge. “Uh—babe … wanna move.”

He releases her nipple. It shines with spit and stands at attention. “Hol’on.” He didn’t even make eye contact with her, too focused on her chest.

Eager to give the other side just as much attention, he takes her into his mouth again. But he doesn’t leave the first bud idle.

He unwraps an arm from her waist, just to toy with it. With a feather light touch, he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet skin.

He moans around her nipple, too content with sucking on her while her walls massage his dick. It slowly pushes him towards his own climax.

“Baby—“ she whimpers.

His thumb circles it. He releases her from his mouth again, leaving her chest free.

“Pretty ass nipples. Love that shit.”

He gropes her with both hands, thumbs flicking and pressing on her nipples like they were buttons.

“Please,” she exhales, trying to keep the cry out of her voice. Her hands snake up from his arms and shoulders to scratch at the nape of his neck.

“Please what?”

“Move—I wanna move.”

“Thought you wanted to show me how patient you was?”

Her face falls.

“Hm? What happened to that?” His brows pull together, creating a soft wrinkle between them. “Thought you was a good girl?”

She keeps quiet, unsure of what to say.

“Hm?” He delivers a quick smack to her ass, making her back straighten. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she inhales. “Yes, I-I am.”

“So be patient.”

She swallows, breath shuddering.

Carefully, he shifts to sit on his knees. She tries to keep quiet as the movement teases her. It gives her a taste of what she’s used to—his dick mixing her guts.

“Lay back.”

Slowly, she lays back until she’s against the mattress. Her lower body slopes upward, still on his lap, dick still plugging her up.

Her breasts pool on her chest, the fat spreading in a way that only arouses him further.

She’s perfect like this.

He stares down at her with eyes blown full of lust. It almost makes him regret doing all of this.

“Touch yourself.”

Hesitantly, she reaches downward. She feels around, finding the point at which they connect. She runs her fingers over her stretched lips before skating them over her clit.

She weakly jolts.

“C’mon,” he grunts, shifting on his knees.

Her eyes blink slowly, brain lagging as she tries to focus on his commands. Shyly, she begins a circle over her sensitive pearl. Round and round her fingers go, caressing it.

Every couple of seconds her pussy clamps down on him. But the more she rubs, the smaller the time in between each clench gets.

Her fingers pick up the pace, slipping and sliding too fast to even do full circles. Her chest bounces faster and faster with each hurried breath. Her eyes begin to roll back.

“Mmh … mmmh—“

She licks her lips, eyes falling closed. One of her knees lift below his arm as her toes press into the mattress.

“Fuck … fuck.”

Her voice is tiny and gentle, like a whisper in the wind. Hand movements grow sloppier as her pussy chokes around his dick.

“Stop.”

Her hand stutters before coming to a slow stop. Those big, brown eyes flutter open. There’s a hint of a frown on her lips.

“Spread yourself.”

Weak fingers further pull her lips apart. It doesn’t change his view of her, seeing as he’s already stretching her to capacity. But, he does gain more access to her clit.

His balls tighten.

“Got this pussy wide open.” He reaches forward to rub at the small pearl.

Her legs twitch as they try to close around him. To ensure they don’t, his other hand keeps one leg down as he rubs lazy circles against her.

“Shit, you so pretty like this. Don’t even need me to fuck you … just gotta sit on my dick.”

“F-fuck—“

Her eyes almost cross before they fall closed again.

“Keep it warm.”

“Baby.” Her brows pull together as her mouth opens.

It’s a warning.

“Hold it.” Pursing his lips, he leans forward and spits right on her clit. He rubs it in before it slides down to his dick. “Hold that nut.”

She whimpers, her held down leg pushing against his hand. And her body only tightens around him.

“I can’t—“

Holding his breath, he quickly, but carefully, pulls out.

“Augh, fuck—“

His dick weakly twitches as he grips the base tightly. Precum only drips from the tip as he successfully halts his climax, landing right on her pussy. It slides through her folds, getting lost in her.

He’s a mess, his dick covered in her creamy frosting. However, all of this has come without the relief of a release—on both ends.

When he looks up, he finds devastation written all over her face.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Gotta be patient.”

Staring up at him, her eyes say everything her mouth doesn’t. They had gone from being big and pleading, to glaring.

She didn’t have any more patience left in her.

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2neaky · 7 months ago

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“𝑿𝒊𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓”

— MDNI -> WARNING: s*xual content, cursing, cheating, physical violence (minor), original characters, not proof-read

Something quick to post while I’m finishing up my Ony fic.

The slither of his spine and hips is smooth, slow, controlled. Yet, it’s strong enough to dig a guttural sound out of her. Her body bares down on him, stunned by the power behind every stroke.

He takes a hot, sweaty thigh of hers tight, hoping his grip is tight enough that it stops his hand from trembling so noticeably. He hikes her leg up higher on his bare waist.

She tosses her head away, screaming out something as he continues to dig. Digging deeper and deeper, searching for something so close, yet so far.

He pushes his face deeper into her neck. Maybe he was hoping for a cover to stifle any sound that may fall out of his mouth.

But as his eyes squeeze shut and he holds his breath, he thinks that maybe he’s trying to forget who’s beneath him.

“Jai—” Xiomara groans out.

Her naturally sultry voice reminds him. Freshly done acrylics, that he paid for, ruin the already bruised skin on his back.

“Oh sh— … oh shit … shit…”

His breathless chants grow heavier. It takes everything in him to drag a hand up to the headboard for support.

Her other leg comes around his waist, anchoring him like a ball and chain. “Yes! Give it to me, baby! Fuuuck—”

Moans and yells only grew louder, nearly deafening him. He snaps his hips harder, losing the control and strength he had to go slow.

She peers up at him through teary eyes and fucked up lashes. His eyes are still closed.

A groan rumbles his chest, it’s the loudest he’s been since they’ve started. She squeezes around him tighter, just to hear it again.

His shoulders hunch—all the muscles in his body tense. The air in his throat caught. He released her leg to grip the headboard with both hands.

“Mmh—f-fuck Shey—”

He doesn’t hear the sound she makes when his orgasm hits him. But, she can feel him unravel, shooting off inside of her as his muscles go lax.

His head hangs between his shoulders, his arms shaking as he continues to hold himself up. Her dark brown eyes search his face for an answer of some kind.

And for a while, the only sounds in this room is the gentle huffs of their panting. She swallows thickly, almost too scared to move.

“What did you call me?”

He peels his eyes open, and his dark gaze immediately falls on her face. “What?”

The word comes out hushed and mumbles. He couldn’t even open his mouth to enunciate it.

“What … the fuck did you just call me?”

Confusion creases his brows. His mouth bends around the first letter of the word “what,” but before he gets to say it—

“The fuck did you just call me, Jai?” She shoots up in bed, shoving him in his chest.

He falls back on his knees, glaring at her with wide eyes. “Wha—I ain’t call you nothing—”

“Who the fuck is Shey?”

The change in his face is so tiny. A simple ease in his brows. But she sees it all the same.

“I didn’t …” His eyes dart all over her face, searching for a hint of a joke. “I … what?”

“Who the fuck is Shey?” she yells.

A new rush of adrenaline makes his heart race.

“I didn’t—I didn’t say Shey—”

“Yes, you did!”

Her pale brown skin flushes with anger.

“No, I—I said Xo—”

Before he could feel it, he hears the sharp crack of her hand against his cheek.

“Do I look fucking stupid? Do you take me for a—“she hits him again, he blocks it this time—“fucking joke?”

“Get off! Get the fuck off my bed!”

Stumbling out of the tangle of sheets, he gets on unsteady feet to throw his clothes on.

“You—you leave me for a fucking year, you don’t answer my fucking calls—my fucking texts—and then you come back to New York pretending like you wanna see me!”

Her mouth runs a mile a minute, speaking so fast that she stumbles and trips over words. Her accent is even more pronounced.

As she rambles, she shields her body with the Versace robe she’d answered the door for him in. The one he bought her.

All the while, he keeps quiet, trying to process the entire situation as it falls apart in front of him.

“—I told you I fucking loved you! I loved you, and you don’t even say shit back!”

Her voice scratches, and her body trembles.

“Xo—”

“Don’t—don’t fucking talk to me!”

Huffing, she turns away from him, but he already knows that she’s only wiping the tears from her eyes.

“So … stupid,” she whined, a short cry following suit.

“Xo, I didn’t—“

“Who is she?”

She whipped around to look at him. Her wide eyes were overflowing pools, boring into his own. But her brows are pulled together, and upper lip curls into a scowl.

He only stares, dumbfounded. He can’t even think of anything to say.

“Answer. Me.”

His heart hammers in his chest. Breathing so fast, he can’t help the dizzy feeling running through him.

“She….”

“She what?”

“She’s … a friend—“

“Get—“she snatched up a pillow—“get out!”

Repeatedly, she beats him with it. Shielding himself, he was only backed further and further out of her room. All the way to the front door.

“I—aye! Xo—“

“Get the fuck out!”

Pulling open the door, she shoves him out of her apartment and shuts the door in his face.

This was bad. Really fucking bad. Although, what might’ve been worse was the name he moaned out ... and that he left his gun on her coffee table.

“Shit.”

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2neaky · 1 year ago

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🍓༄ ༉‧‘𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆’⋆｡𖦹𝜗𝜚

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𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎—that’s what she smells like, he believes. And her scent wafts off of her, stunning him almost every time they’re together.

His mouth waters and he swears his stomach almost rumbles, too. He’s got to lick his lips. Like his body aims to taste what it smells, only to be disappointed by the mild flavor of his own skin.

But the day he finally gets to taste—he falls between thick thighs, hands gripping the soft fat. His head is squished between them as his face is buried in her puffy, dribbling mound.

He doesn’t even try to stop himself; Kissing, licking, sucking—devouring every dollop of her cream. As he’s at her core, that sickening sweet smell of hers turns his mind to mush.

She’s a sticky mess, her ambrosial smell enough to melt his brain. Deep between her shaky thighs, his only concern is getting his fill, sopping up her sappy release until he’s satisfied. And her desperate mewls—music to his ears—only goad him further.

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2neaky · 5 months ago

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𝟐𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚’𝒔 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔ᥫ᭡

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 & 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐’𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 (𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯) 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 “𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥” 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨), 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 & 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘛𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦). 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨’𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘰. 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴 & 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 (𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 & 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘯) 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘙𝘓, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥/𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Hard Limits—

Race play/fetishization [includes the use of slurs—as a Black person, my characters will use “nigga”, & colloquially only. everything else is off-limits to me. racism is not P to me].

Racism for a plot device (I write for escapism, not reality)

Master/slave dynamics (in the racial nor BDSM context, shit is not P to me, either)

CGL themes or infantilization

Age regression (I understand this isn’t sexual. I still won’t do it).

Age play

Pedoph*lia/underage s*x/illegal and/or shady age gaps (every character written is/will/must be 21+. I don’t play that, shit is NOT P)

Incest/fauxcest

Physical abuse

Non-con/rape (this doesn’t include CNC or dub-con)

Scat play

Pet play/beastiality

“Y/N” (all characters must have a name)

Permitted—

Un/protected sex (always be safe & use discretion IRL)

Male POVs

Hetero/Homo relationships

Cr*ampies

C*m fetish (exaggerated or not)

Period s*x (P in V only)

Watersports (though that’s limited. DM/send an ask if you want more clarification for a request you have)

Or*l

Self-pleasure/Mutual m*sturbation

Toys

Bondage

Edging & org*sm denial

Overst*mulation

C*ck warming

N*pple play

Feet play

Belly/tummy bulges

Dirty talk

Light s*xual degredation

Dom/sub dynamics

Breath play

Impact play

Cl*t torture (light slapping & heavy stimulation)

Emphasis on body parts [ex: pen*s/vulv*/cl*t/breast/n*pple/a*s size/detailed descriptions (exaggerated or not—what can I say, I enjoy writing abt massive d*cks and whatnot)]

Size k*nk

Breeding k*nk

Cervix kissing (exaggerated or not)

An*l play (the most extreme type I’ll write is P -> A)

Sounding (male receiving, only)

Double/triple p*netration

3-somes & (consensual) gangb*ngs/trains

Dub-con

Supernatural characters (monster-f*cking is cool w/ me, but I have limits on that. DM/send an ask if you want more clarification for a request you have)

When requesting a fic, please come with at least a vague plot/strong idea in mind.

I’m not against dark content, however I’m slowly exploring that and learning my limits. If you have questions about something unlisted, feel free to send an ask/DM regarding it, and I’ll let you know if I’ll write it. There’s a possibility I will add it to the lists.

If any kink/fetish you see was written incorrectly/covered poorly in my work, give a respectful critique. I’m always open to improving. Of course, it’s never my intention to write something poorly, but mistakes can happen. None of my work is beta-read either, so it’s a possibility.

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Mutual masturbation with Ony??The first one who touches the other has to do the other person’s punishment. Y/N picked to continue to bounce on it after he nut. Ony picked to fuck her in the ass.🌚🌚🌚

So sorry this is late, I hope this followed the request. I interpreted it as I pick who wins. I hope you enjoy! <3 Beautiful banners by @anitalenia her work is amazing!!!

BREAKING NO CONTACT

How did you even get here? You’re not drunk or high. It should be easy to remember. But every time you time to commit an ounce of brain power to doing so, the train of thought gets halted just before it leaves the station.

What’s in its way?

The pleasure signals being sent to your brain as your fingers make sloppy circles on your pulsating clit, inching you closer and closer to a release.

A soft hiss slips past the tiny gaps in your clenched teeth. A deep chuckle, punctuated with the faintest groan, follows after.

“You ready to tap out?”

The baritone voice of Ony has your eyes threatening to roll back. You’re dying for him to touch you like his voice has.

Whose dumbass idea was this?

A mutual masturbation session—a competition to see who would break “no contact” first.

“Go ‘head … do it,” he dares.

For a second, your brain works just long enough to focus on him: the way his chin is almost tucked into his chest, eyes low as they’re trained on you. His lips are parted just a bit to let his rugged breath through.

And then your eyes drop to his lap, dick in hand. He’s stroking himself slow, tight fist concentrated at the tip. He’s trying to copy the way you would do it. But usually, you’d have him moaning out for mercy. Which means he’s not doing it right. Not like how you would do it.

“You … first,” you swallow, shudder before your thighs clamp around your wrist.

His pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip. On the small one-seater, his hips almost do a complete whine as he does a light thrust into his fist.

You force your legs back open. The leg you’ve got propped up on the edge of the mattress, you push it down, spreading yourself before him. His chocolate brown eyes fall from your beautiful face to your sopping cunt between your legs. How she drools over your manicured fingers.

You just got your nails done a couple of days ago; medium length, square acrylics—with charms. And although there isn’t much length to them, he knows you can’t touch yourself like how you want. How you need. No fingering, just rubbing and a couple of slaps here and there. You need more. He could give you more.

“You close, baby?”

Lips tucked into your mouth, you shake your head. Because even if the pleasure is there, you know your fingers aren’t enough to finish you off.

For a minute he watches you fumble your way through this, rubbing faster and harder. Desperate to cum. So desperate. You whine, head falling back.

His hand ceases to move, intent on watching you. Vision trained on your fingers as there’s the tiniest bit of splash-back. He licks his lips again, imagining the familiar taste that’s been on his tongue hundreds of times before. It’s engrained in his brain by now.

“Sh-shiiit … Ony.”

It’s like a plea for mercy. What were you calling out to him for? Was it just commonplace when you touch yourself, to call out to who you do it to? Were you begging for him?

“Onyyy,” you call out again, stretching out his name this time.

Your eyes, which had fallen closed, open by just a sliver to look into his.

He guesses he’s okay with losing this time.

You don’t even hear when he gets up from the one-seater. A yelp leaves you as rough hands grip the sides of your thighs to pull you all the way to the edge of the bed.

On his knees, Ony pushes his face between your legs to lap at your pussy. You don’t put up a fight, hands flying to his head to scratch at his scalp as his tongue plunges into you. His mouth is what brings you to your finish, coming all over the bottom half of his face.

“Awe … fuuuck.”

That groan—you sit up on your elbows, catching that dazed expression he makes whenever he’s coming. You see his other hand had since left your thigh, now stroking his dick as he rides out this orgasm.

“Shit,” he hisses, hand slowing down.

“You couldn’t wait?” You giggle, still breathless from your own release.

His head falls into your lap as a chuckle of his own falls from his lips. “My bad, baby.”

You hum, stroking the side of his face. “You know you lost.”

“I take my L with pride.”

Laughter spills from you. “Yeah, well now I get to pick your punishment.”

You knew what you wanted going into this.

And that was Ony deep in your guts. What better way to get that than riding him?

Your ass crashing down on his dick as you go for as long as you want. You revel in his sensitivity, overstimulated from his first orgasm.

His hands don’t even grip your ass with the strength of before. They tremble as his eyes go in and out of focus, lost in your pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” you chant in soft whispers as the clapping of skin-to-skin penetrates both you guys’ ears.

Ceaseless groans and moans pour out of him. It only spurs you on more. You’re so wet, you don’t even realize that he came again—and much sooner this time.

Not until you look down and see the white ring at the base of his dick. A mixture or your cream and his cum. As you still, the faint pulse of his dick as it spurts out the remnants of his release can be felt.

“Babe,” you laugh. “Shit, I didn’t even notice,” you pant.

Weakly, he squeezes your hip, hoping that was a justified enough answer.

Leaning forward, you cup his cheek, pressing your plump lips to his hot ear.

“You can do one more for me, right?” His eyes flutter close and he nods softly.

Your baby is at his whit’s end, but he’s just so eager to please. A Cheshire smile tugs at your mouth as you adjust yourself in his lap for another round.

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