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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 23 hours ago

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Sleep

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

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Summary: Turns out you're a pretty good pillow for the guys.

You were often told by the guys that you were the best pillow. It was just one of the many titles you held within the group. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, the boys always managed to fall asleep on you. Granted, you also did use them as pillows. Some more than others, but they had all had a moment when you had fallen asleep on them, too. You were just happy that the boys were getting sleep.

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After you had recorded your lines for one of the newest songs, Chan had invited you to stay and help out, or just listen. Today you sat beside Chna, helping him to work. There was a gap between Changbin and Seungmin’s sessions. So whilst Han and Binnie went to get food for you all, using your card, you and Chan had decided to stay behind and look through the takes that had already been done.

Chan laid his head on your shoulder and let out a small huff of air. He ran his hands over his face and looked at you for a moment.

“You okay?” You asked as you placed a kiss on the top of his head.

Chan shook his head. “Struggling to keep my eyes open. But we still have the rest of the team to go.”

“Chris. You can sleep. I can help. I’ve seen you boys use all this enough times to know what I’m doing.” You told him with a small nod of your head.

Chan shook his head once again. “No, I can do it.” He told you, but his eyes fluttered close. You didn’t move, you just let it happen. He was falling asleep, and you weren’t going to stop him. Your boyfriend was asleep for ten minutes before Seungmin came in with Binnie and Han trailing after him.

“Hi, babies.” You spoke quietly.

Seungmin walked into the booth and began his vocal warm-ups. Han sat on the couch and immediately began to dig into his food.

Changin walked over to you and put your card back into your phone. He placed your favourite drink in front of you. Of course, you thanked him. Binnie quickly noticed Chan was asleep. “At least he’s finally sleeping.” He pulled up a chair, ready to help you with whatever you needed.

You placed a hand on the red button, allowing Seungmin to hear you. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” You asked him softly.

Seungmin nodded and gave you a thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Alright. We’ll go from the hook if that’s okay with you?” You asked him, not wanting to control everything. You still wanted Minnie to have his own input.

And so you sat there and took on Chan’s role. Letting your love get some rest. Seungmin finished his session pretty quickly. He left you with a kiss on the head and a compliment. “You should do this more often. It’s fun seeing you in producer mode.”

Next came I.N. and then Felix. Changbin took over for Felix, but you still stayed, not wanting to move. Not wanting to wake Chan.

He finally did wake up, though, as you were listening to Hyunjin perfect his line and Han was gearing up to go in. At first, he couldn’t believe he missed so much of the recording, but he gave you a soft kiss and whispered a genuine ‘thank you’.

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You had been lying on the floor. You were looking through your camera roll as everyone took a break from dance practice. You let out a startled yelp as you felt a hand slap your ass. You turned a little to see Minho cackling. He shook his head and flopped down on the ground beside you.

“You did well.” He told you as he turned his body and lay down, his head lying on your back. His voice was slower than normal.

“Thank you. You did an amazing job. I know this was a tough routine. I’m proud of you.” You told him with a smile. You turned your head to look at him, only to see Minho’s eyes closed. A small snore left his lips. He must have been really tired. So you decided not to disturb him. You just kept scrolling through your camera roll.

Chan noticed, though. About five minutes after Leeknow fell asleep, he noticed. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and walked over to you.

“For your elbows.” He said as he helped you to move so the pillow would go under your arms. You couldn’t help but smile at him. Whilst you were busy making sure Minho slept, here Chan was, making sure you were okay. He ran his fingers through your hair gently.

“I don’t have the heart to wake him. I know we should be practising, but he’s exhausted. They all are.” You spoke quietly.

Chan nodded his head in agreement and gently took your hand in his. He brought your hand to his lips and gently kissed your knuckles. “We all are. We can call it a day. Come back tomorrow?” He suggested to you.

You nodded your head. “Yeah. We have the rest of the day cleared. I want the boys to go home and sleep. I’ll stay here until Min wakes up.”

Chan couldn’t help but let out a small, soft sigh. You were so perfect in his eyes. “I love you.” He told you and placed a kiss on your forehead before standing up.

“I love you, too.” You replied, the love clear in your voice.

“Alright. I think that’s enough for today. I want you all to go home, shower, eat and get a lot of sleep. We’ll continue practising tomorrow.” Chan told them all. The boys cheered and quickly moved to grab their things.

Han paused, though, seeing that you, Chan and Leeknow weren’t moving. “Aren’t you three coming?”

“No, sweetheart. We’ll be home later. Min is asleep, and I don’t want to wake him.” You explained to the male. Having heard your words, Han nodded his head. He then looked at Chan.

“I’m staying to keep her company. I’ll text to let you all know when we’re heading home. Now go.” He ushered the boys out of the room. Though Hyunjin was able to get a quick picture of you and Minho. He claimed it was for blackmail purposes. But the picture found its way as your and Hyunjin’s new contact picture for Minho.

And so there you stayed. On the floor, with your eldest’s head on your back, fast asleep. The love of your life is lying in front of you. The two of you are playing on your phones, writing a new song together and just talking. Both were patiently waiting for Minho to wake up. There was no rush. Just two people hoping for their seven boys to get all the sleep they needed.

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Changbin had fallen asleep with his head on your thigh. You had all been chilling at the beach. Having fun, swimming in the ocean and making sandcastles. You had laid down on your side, on the blanket. Seungmin was taking pictures, and you had decided to pose. It was during this little photoshoot that Changbin made his way over to you. He had placed his head on your thigh and had grinned for the camera.

The thing was, after Minnie was done, Binnie didn’t move. The two of you chatted for a moment, and you fed him some food. Then you began to realise that he hadn’t answered one of your questions. You turned your head to look at him, only to see Changbin fast asleep. His hand was half holding the bottle of water that you had given him.

You let out a small giggle, grabbing your phone to take a picture of the male. Your hand came to play with his hair for a little while until the position got a little uncomfortable. In the meantime, you decided to enjoy watching the rest of the boys play and have fun. Seungmin was having fun taking pictures. Hyunjin, Felix and Chan were all in the water. Han and I.N. were trying to have a sandcastle competition.

Minho made his way over to you and sat down beside you. “Sit up.” He said, causing you to frown. But you did it anyway, careful for to disturb Changbin. Leeknow moved so that when you lay back down, your head and arm would be on his lap.

“Thank you.”

Leekow just smiled at you and shrugged. “You’d do it for us. Just making sure you’re taken care of too.”

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Hyunjin had decided to crawl into bed with you. You had all got the week off and had decided to get away. So you rented a nice house near a lake, away from everything. It was just the nine of you. You and Chan were lying in bed, watching YouTube. You were watching a YouTuber reacting to some Stray Kids stuff. It was something you enjoyed doing.

The door to the bedroom opened, causing you and Chan to look over at who was coming in. Hyunjin closed the door behind as before he walked over to the bed. He lifted the covers and crawled into bed beside you.

“What are we watching?” He asked curiously, and he lay back, his head on your shoulder as he relaxed. Your finger gently ran over his hair lightly, ready to pull away if he wanted you to.

“I thought you were sharing with Changbin tonight?” Chan asked him in confusion.

Hyunjin shook his head. “No, he’s with Felix tonight.” He shrugged as he looked at the TV. He let out a laugh at something the guy said. “He’s funny.” He clapped.

You and Chan shared a look. You simply shrugged and relaxed. Chan followed your lead, and the three of you continued to watch the TV. Slowly, as time went on, Hyunjin’s tiredness was getting the better of him. His head moved from your shoulder to the crook of your neck. His breath began to steady out, letting you know that he was slowly falling asleep. Thankfully, you were in a comfortable position. You didn’t want to risk disturbing him.

One of Hyunjin’s hands was gently gripping your shirt. He slept soundly. Chan turned to look at you and smiled. “You’re so soft with them all.”

You gave him a sweet smile. “I know. But how can I possibly say no to our boys? I like taking care of them. Even if it is just using me as a pillow.” You told him genuinely.

Chan chuckled. “When we get home, no one is allowed in our room for a week. Just us. No late-night cuddles with the boys for a week. I want you all to myself.” He kissed your cheek and turned off the TV via the remote. He lay down and wrapped his arms around you.

“Good night, my love.”

“Sweet dreams, my heart.”

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Jisung was tired. It had been a day jam-packed with dance practices and interviews. Han was starting to feel tired by the time you all went to the studio. You all still have a few more things to do. So the boys went about their business. It was just three more hours, and then you could all go home.

You stood in the recording booth. The headphone was on your head as you sang into the microphone. You wanted to get your lines over and done with. Chan had perked up a little, hearing you sing. Changbin was drinking coffee and cheering you on. Whilst the three of you were still tired, you managed to create a fun atmosphere. Eventually, you were finished. You exited the booth, giving Chan a soft kiss as you did so.

You sat on the couch just as Han walked into the room and let out a yawn. You opened your arms for him. “Come here, honey.”

Han walked over to you. He moved so that his back was against your front, though his head lay on your stomach. Your fingers ran through his hair.

“Get some sleep, lovely. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go home.” You continued to stroke his hair. As you did this, you softly began to sing ‘Once Upon a Dream’ from ‘Sleeping Beauty’. Han snuggled closer to you as he slowly drifted off to sleep. You continued to sing to him until you were completely sure he was asleep.

Whilst you had been cuddling Han, Chan had gone into the booth to record his lines, Binnie had, of course, played his role as producer beautifully. You listened to Chan singing and rapping, and a smile found its way on your face. You had always truly adored his voice. Truly and wholly.

Once he stepped out of the booth, he walked over to you and let out a chuckle. “We’ll get to go home soon. I just need Minho to go over his lines, and then we should be done for the day.”

As if on cue, Leeknow walked into the room. He had previously just been cleaning the dance routine and helping some of the members with the moves. He was tired, but he was adamant about getting his lines done with. He gently stroked Han’s hair before heading to the booth,

You would all be done soon. For now, though, you were happy to just let Jisung continue sleeping. You didn’t mind being a pillow for him. As long as he was getting the sleep he needed, you were happy.

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Felix walked into the kitchen. He silently watched you as you cleaned up. Technically, you shouldn’t be the one cleaning as you, Chan and Minho had cooked for the group. Every week, you all always had what you called a ‘family meal’. It was normally held in your, Chan and Innie’s dorm. But the family dinners were important. Whilst yes, you all spent a lot of time together, family dinners were a no-work zone. It was the same day every week, and everyone always made time for it. It was a chance for the nine of you to unwind and just enjoy each other’s company.

You finished cleaning up and turned to look at Felix. “Are you okay, baby?” You asked him softly as you walked over to him. He looked tired, really tired.

“I was wondering if we could cuddle?” He asked hopefully, then let out a yawn and covered his mouth.

You nodded and walked over to him. You gently took his hand and led him to the free couch. You lie down. Felix carefully lay on top of you. His head comes to lie on your chest, his legs between yours. Your fingers gently ran through his dark hair. You felt his body relax into you. Your free hand came to gently rub his back.

You began to hum ‘Blue’ by ZeroBaseOne. Slowly, Felix was beginning to drift off to sleep. The rest of the world didn’t matter. He ignored the sound of Changbin flirting with Hyunjin. Of the sounds of Seungmin and I.N. giggling over something Minho and Han were doing. What he didn’t miss, though, was a second hand gently stroking the nape of his neck. The last thing he heard before he let sleep take him was you, your voice softly singing to him.

“I wanna run, into your world of bright blue, whoa, touch the clouds.”

Chan had watched you and Felix when you had entered the room. He had watched as you let Felix snuggle into you, using your chest as a pillow, as he often did. His arms wrapped around you as you wrapped your arms around him. Your hands are moving from muscle memory. One gently stroked his hair, hoping to get him to relax. Your other hand wants to comfort him, but still being careful.

Chan got up and walked over to the two of you. He grabbed a blanket. It was cold, so he wanted to make sure you were both warm enough. Chan gently placed a hand on the nape of Felix’s neck, hoping for him to have a good sleep.

You looked up at Chan and smiled softly. “Hi.” You spoke softly.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He leant down and placed a kiss on your forehead. He put the blanket over the two of you. “Let me know when you want me to move him to the bed.” He ran his fingers through your hair.

You gently nodded your head and smiled. “I will.”

Chan sat down on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He leaned back, enjoying getting close to you. He could be all lovey-dovey with you around the boys. You could be near and just be. They didn’t mind. They would tease you both, but the guys allowed a space where the two of you could be together freely and wholeheartedly.

The evening continued on, and Felix was still fast asleep. The boys had fun playing games and just talking. Eventually, though, sleep was creeping up on everyone. You had somehow found yourself fast asleep during the chaos, though not before you invited Seungmin to stay the night, since Felix wasn’t going anywhere, you had offered for Minnie to stay so he wouldn’t have to be in the dorm on his own. Innie had offered for the two of them to share his room, with Minnie accepted.

When you woke up the next moment, you found yourself in the same position as you had been in that evening, only now you and Felix were in bed and Chan was sleeping peacefully beside you both.

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You were all filming for a new SKZ Code episode. You were all having a lot of fun. You had all played a lot of games and done a lot of fun activities. However, the day was slowly coming to an end. The camera crew had left, allowing you and the boys to spend the rest of the night how you wanted. Of course, there were cameras in more a less every room, and also pointing outside.

You were sitting next to Chris. Your head on his shoulder as you snuggled close to him. You were all giggling and just having a good laugh. Han stood in the middle of the room. He had been trying to make a joke, only to completely lose his train of thought after watching Felix throw a marshmallow to I.N., who caught it in his mouth.

You suddenly felt pressure on your lap. You looked down to see that Seungmin had lain down beside you, his head on your lap.

“Tired puppy?” You asked him curiously as you gently stroked the hair by the shell of his ear.

Seungmin nodded his head as he slowly closed his eyes. You moved your attention back to the group. You continued to stroke Seungmin’s hair lightly. It was a habit of yours. One that you didn’t notice at first, but Hyunjin had been the one to point it out to you, whenever one of the boys fell asleep on you, you’d play with their hair if you could reach it.

Seungmin wasn’t the only one to fall asleep, though, as Felix had fallen asleep on Hyunjin. However, the rest of you stayed up a little longer, talking and discussing what challenges you all thought would happen tomorrow.

Chan was the one who eventually sent everyone to bed. “It’s getting late, and we all need to get some sleep.” He said. The rooms had already been chosen earlier in the day due to some games.

“I don’t want to wake either of them up just to go upstairs.” You said as you bit your bottom lip softly.

Changbin stood up and walked over to you. “I’ll carry him up. Which room is he in?” He asked as he carefully scooped Seungmin into his arms and lifted him. The sleeping male let out a small whine but stayed asleep.

“Thank you. He, Lixie and Innie are sharing a room. Upstairs, second door on the right.” You explained as you stood up. You placed a gentle kiss on Seungmin’s forehead. “Sweet dreams, Puppy.” Changbin then made his way upstairs, with the second youngest in his arms.

You turned to Hyunjin. “Are you up for carrying Lixie upstairs?” You asked curiously, causing the taller male to nod his head. “Thank you, hun.” You walked over and repeated what you had done with Seungmin. You kissed his forehead and smiled. “Sweet dreams, baby.” You stepped back, allowing Hyunjin the room to stand up, lift Felix and carry him upstairs. Soon enough, everyone said good night to each other, and some hugs were exchanged. But eventually you were yourself were fast asleep with your head in Chan’s chest and his arms around your body.

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Jeongin looked out of the window. Changbin was driving with Chan in the passenger seat. In the back were you, I.N. and Seungmin. Leeknow was driving the second car, with Hyunjin in the passenger seat and the Sunshine twins in the back.

You were on your way home after having a fun day out. I.N. was slumped in his seat. He was tired, and the movement of the car was not helping him to stay away. He was slowly nodding off. He didn’t notice that he had begun to lean into you. His head lay on your arm at a weird angle. So, you carefully moved his head to your shoulder, not wanting him to wake up with a stiff neck.

The music in the car played quietly. The sound of Chan and Binnie talking filled the space, but not in an overbearing way. They were mainly discussing where to stop off to get food before going home. Chan was texting Hyunjin the details. Seungmin was watching something on his phone, but he too found himself leaning on your shoulder. You closed your eyes, not falling asleep but just enjoying the atmosphere. You spoke up whenever you were asked a question or when Chan or Binnie included you in the conversation.

You were happy, though, letting the two youngest members of the group use you as a pillow. With one fast asleep and the other in his own world. You would never complain about being the group’s pillow. Because it meant they were comfortable with you. When asleep, a person is at their most vulnerable. And then sleeping on you showed they trusted you. They trusted you to let them sleep, to keep them safe, to keep them comfortable. You were to be that person for them, because you knew they’d do the same if the roles were reversed.

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blueikeproductions · 6 hours ago

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So on top of Micheal Bay returning, Josh Cooley, as of typing, is signed on for his own live action TF film, which lines up with earlier reports he was still involved in some capacity.

What does this mean?

Your guess is as good as mine. And we don’t know if Bay or Cooley’s projects will get off the ground considering all the other ideas and films that ultimately were scrapped.

What even IS Cooley’s movie going to be?

With Bay potentially returning, Cooley’s movie could be a continuation of the new soft reboot era Bee and ROTB brought on.

But my guess is this:

This is the closest thing you’re gonna get to a TFONE sequel. It’s functionally a time skip to a wizened Optimus and Megatron, with the Autobots and Decepticons on Earth at the precipice of the Great War… or rather Great Dude-vorce.

So if fans say they want this, they better go out in droves into the theaters, but after last time and Pixar’s latest bomb in Elio (as of typing), I’m not feeling confident on this film’s chances if it is a stealth TFONE sequel.

But if it is one, here’s my highly specific take on it.

The war has been going on for a while on Earth, Cybertron is in ruins all over again (implied to be a nuclear fallout after an infuriated Megatron botched a near successful treaty Optimus made with the Quintessons) , a Quintesson artifact is the only thing that can save Cybertron but human scientists have been tinkering with the relic after digging it up. Viewed as a cold fusion generator, it’s really just a fancy Synthetic Energon canister, but infused with the Matrix, it can turn the tide of the war. Megatron wants it to fix his mistakes but also one up Optimus, still convinced Orion wronged him.

Optimus has a good friendship with two young men (perhaps they’re Buster and Spike Witwicky or some kids in that vein), but Optimus observes the humans are starting to have a fallout similar to what happened between him and D-16 all those stellar cycles ago, so he is trying to help them out, and stop the Decepticons from abusing the power of the Quintesson relic.

Will that happen? Probably not, I have no idea what Cooley, Hasbro and Paramount are thinking here, but I think this follows the logic of the previous movie well enough.

What are Bumblebee, Elita, and Starscream doing during all this? I don’t know and I don’t particularly care, we all know the focus would be more on Optimus and Megatron’s crumbled bromance, so this is what I’m choosing to focus on in particular for this idea.

Hopefully whatever Cooley winds up doing will be fine, TFONE soft sequel or not.

The obvious obstacle against this unfortunately is far more people covering the news Bay is returning to the directors chair, and that’s eclipsing any Cooley news, so this is already a bad look for fans wanting more TFONE, whatever form that takes…

#transformers #maccadam #transformers one #transformers movie

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bearkibble · 2 days ago

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Earned It - Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Content Warning: MDNI (18+) - Dom!Reader | Sex Toys | Overstimulation | Orgasm Control |

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x GN!Reader - no use of anatomical terms

i’m feeling generous today, here’s some desperate Hawks

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The room was dim, low golden light casting soft shadows over Keigo’s naked skin, stretched out beneath you on the bed, wings twitching against the sheets like they didn’t know how to settle. His hands were fisting the pillow behind his head, arms straining a little—he was trying not to grab at you. Not to beg.

Not yet.

He’d tried to be cocky at first, still playing the flirty card even as you slid between his legs, even as you lifted the toy in your hand and let him see the slick inside catching the light. He had raised a brow, smirked lazily, said something about being “spoiled rotten.” But you’d seen the way his breath caught the second the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of the sleeve.

Now?

Now, Keigo was a mess.

His thighs were trembling, his heels digging into the mattress, and his wings—those beautiful wings—were spread wide, half-draped over the bed and twitching with every slow, intentional stroke you gave him. You kept the toy snug around him, twisting it just the way he liked, watching how his lips parted and his head tipped back, a shaky moan caught at the base of his throat.

“F-Fuck, baby,” he gasped, voice high and cracking, hips jerking up before you pressed them back down with your palm. “Y-You—shit, you’re good at that…”

You just smiled and kept your rhythm steady. Dragged the toy up until just the head was inside, then sank it back down slow. Watched the muscles in his stomach jump. His wings fluttered again.

“You’re already so close,” you murmured, thumb tracing a lazy circle against the inside of his thigh. “What happened to that confidence, Keigo?”

He whined.

Whined.

Then tilted his face to the side like he was hiding the color burning in his cheeks.

You dipped in closer as you sat beside him, lips brushing his ear. “You love when I touch you like this, don’t you?” you whispered. “Look how perfect you are like this—such a good boy.”

His whole body twitched. His back arched. You felt it the second he almost lost control, tried to thrust up into the toy but couldn’t—your hand was still on his hips, holding him down, dictating the pace.

“Ngh—fuck, stop saying that,” he breathed, but his voice was thin, watery, soft like melted sugar. “Don’t—shit—don’t call me that, I can’t—”

“You can,” you crooned, curling the edge of your palm around the base of the toy as you twisted it again, grinding it just slightly. “You like being good for me. Look at you. Gorgeous, whimpering, so fucking desperate—and I haven’t even let you cum yet.”

His hands flew up, finally grabbing at your forearm like he needed to ground himself.

“Please,” he choked, head turning back to face you, golden eyes glassy and wide. “Please, I-I need it—fuck, I need you to say it again—please—”

You leaned over him, lips barely brushing his jaw as your free hand grazed over his chest, featherlight.

“You’re my good boy, Keigo,” you whispered.

And he broke.

His head fell back, breath caught in his throat as he relaxed against your touch. He finally gave into your persistence to see him desperate and needy.

#mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks smut #top reader #bottom hawks

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tetsuooooooooooo · 2 years ago

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what i wouldnt give to know tokis relationship with cats the musical

#metalocalypse #if i were to project id say he learned about it from the movie first and then found his way to the original but thats just me hkfbhlfh #i feel like it could be a 50/50 chance on whether hed like it or hate it #like the gang finance a broadway revival for his birthday and at first hes like “oh this isnt actual real cats? fuck this”#but then he warms up to it #hkbccbjf theres so many possibilities here i could do an actual episode with it plus the b plot that ends in all the actors massacred of co #he likes rum tum tugger for a minute until skwisgaar goes “thats me lol” and then hes livid #i think hed like the jellicle ball bit. the cat party and victorias parts #murderface starts jacking off and they kick him out thdlbfcnvsg #dethklok #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #god the fucking. hovercraft gag but with literally any characters name #the ground is so soft and good for digging #skrimbleshanks? shingleskanks? shranklefucks? donglecunts? shizdlecrunks?#throw some more slurs in there and you got it

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kaitoru · 1 month ago

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۫ ꣑ৎ . make it tap out ── jjk men dumbfucking you.

ft. gojo. toji. sukuna. nanami. geto. ── smacking. hair pulling. teasing to degration. overstimulation. rough sex.

g. satoru ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“nghh- oh fuck- looook at youu-” he groans voice slurring with pleasure, his hips snapping hard, each thrust making your tits bounce, your moans loud and desperate.

“takin’ this big dick so- mmph- so goddamn well, baby.” his hands grip your thighs spreading you wide, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and teasing.

“cant think straight right now, huh? just a drooling mess for this fuckin' cock.”

“satoru- ngh-” you gasp voice breaking as he hits deep, your pussy clenching around him, slick dripping onto the sheets.

you’re trying to keep up, to match his energy, but hes relentless fucking you so hard your brains turning to mush, his words hitting as hard as his thrusts.

“too- fuck- too much-” you whimper hands clawing at his shoulders, but he laughs, all bright and unhinged, like hes loving every second of your meltdown.

“too much? bullshit- you love it.” he teases voice dripping with that cocky edge that drives you insane.

“this greedy little pussy’s suckin’ me in, beggin’ for more.” he thrusts harder, the bedframe rattling, and you cry out, overwhelmed, your nails digging into his back.

“cmon, baby- fuck- tell me how good it is” he demands, his tone playful, his dick dragging against your walls in a way thats pure torture.

“good- so good-” you moan barely coherent, and his grin widens, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own high.

“thats it- nghh- scream it, let the city hear-” he groans, and you’re done for, your orgasm crashing through you, a sharp wave that has you screaming his name, pussy clamping down hard.

he follows, spilling deep inside, his voice a broken, “fuck- baby- so perfect...” as he rides it out.

k. nanami ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“so perfect for me my love..” he groans, his hips snap against yours, relentless, the bed creaking under his weight, his cock fills you completely, stretching you, the wet slap of skin echoing as he drives deeper.

“taking me so well, love, you were made for this.”

“kento- fuck- its-” you gasp voice trembling, hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscle flex under your fingers.

you’re a mess, thighs shaking, pussy clenching tight, but his words keep you grounded, even as they push you closer to the edge.

“too- ngh- too deep-” you whimper and he leans down, lips brushing your jaw, his breath hot and steady.

“too deep?” he murmurs, voice soft but edged with that quiet dominance that makes you melt.

“you can take it, love- fuck- you’re doing so well.” he thrusts harder, his hand sliding to your clit rubbing firm circles that make you moan, loud and broken.

“tell me- tell me how it feels,” he says his tone a command wrapped in care, his eyes locked on yours, drinking in every twitch of your face.

“feels- so good- kento-” you choke out and he groans, low and raw, his rhythm faltering as your pussy flutters around him.

“please- dont stop-” you beg, and his voice cracks, a rare slip in his control.

“not planning to.” he growl and hes fucking you harder, the intensity building until you come, a shuddering wave that has you crying his name, pussy squeezing him tight. .

t. fushiguro ۫ ꣑ৎ .

his hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, pulling your hair, claiming every fucking inch of you.

“fuck- look at this ass-” he grunts, his hips pounding against you, each thrust so deep it knocks the air from your lungs, his dick is thick, stretching you wide, the wet slap against your clit making you shudder.

“takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good.” he says smacking your ass hard, the sting making you moan, loud and needy.

“toji- shit- too much-” you gasp voice breaking, hands braced on the table, wood creaking under the force of his thrusts.

you’re soaked pussy clenching tight, but hes relentless, fucking you so hard your brain’s gone fuzzy, his words hitting like sparks.

“slow- ngh- slow down-” you whimper but he laughs, low and mean, his grip tightening on your hips.

“slow down? nah- you can handle it.” he growls pulling you back onto his cock, harder and deeper like hes testing your limits.

“this pussy is beggin’ for it, so fuckin’ wet.” he thrusts again, brutal, and you cry out, overwhelmed, your nails scraping the table.

“cmon, doll- tell me you love this dick.” he demands voice rough, his hand yanking your hair to make you look back at him, his smirk all smug and hungry.

“love it- fuck- love your dick-” you moan barely coherent, and his laugh is triumphant, his thrusts growing sloppier, needier.

“thats it- scream it, let ‘em hear-” he grunts and you come, a sharp, shuddering wave that has you gasping, pussy clamping down as he fucks you through it, coming with a loud, “fuck-” spilling deep inside.

g. suguru ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“so beautiful- fuck- look at you..” he murmurs, his hips rolling slow, each thrust dragging against your walls, making you feel every inch of his dick.

his hands trace your body reverent but possessive, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“you’re- so perfect like this, all mine, aren’t you?”

you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle under his robes.

you’re a mess, pussy dripping, thighs shaking, but his words are your undoing, soft and commanding, making you want to please him.

“too- fuck- too good-” you whimper, and he smiles, all warm and predatory, thrusting deeper, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“too good? oh- you can take more.” he coos voice dripping with that manipulative charm, his hand sliding to your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you moan, loud and broken.

“tell me- tell me you’re mine.” he says his tone sweet but demanding, his eyes locked on yours, dark and consuming.

“yours- suguru- im yours-” you choke out and he groans, his thrusts picking up, still controlled but hungrier.

“thats it- nghh- my perfect girl, giving yourself to me.” he murmurs and you come, a shuddering wave that has you crying his name, pussy squeezing him tight.

s. ryomen ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“pathetic little thing- fuck- look at you.” he snarls, slamming into you, his dick so big its almost painful, stretching you beyond your limits.

his nails dig into your hip and he chuckles, low and cruel, as you moan, loud and desperate.

“cryin’ on my cock- and you’re still so fuckin’ wet.”

“sukuna- fuck-” you gasp voice breaking, hands scrabbling at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle under his skin.

you’re soaked, pussy clenching tight, but hes merciless, fucking you so hard your brain’s shutting down, his words a blade cutting through your haze.

“please- ngh- slower-” you whimper but he scoffs, thrusting harder, the wet slap against your ass echoing in the chamber.

“slower? hah- fuck- dont even beg,” he growls voice dripping with sadistic glee, his hand yanking your hair to make you look at him, his eyes burning.

“this pussy is mine to ruin, and you’ll take it.” he thrusts deeper and you scream, overwhelmed, your nails clawing at him.

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dollfacefantasy · 3 months ago

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thinking about caleb crying when he cums…

like he’s wanted you for so long. he’s been aching for you for fucking yearsssss. he just can’t hold it all in when the time comes. he’s holding onto you as tight as he can, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his face is buried in your neck. maybe the scent of your skin can help ground him. maybe it can muffle any embarrassing sounds.

but neither work. you’re just so soft and you feel so good and he loves you so much. every little moan you let out is so pretty. every clench of your walls around his cock has him whimpering. you’re so fucking perfect. better than he ever imagined. it’s just too much.

before he knows it, he’s letting out a sob. just one at first then another. his teeth dig into his lip and his eyes screw shut, but it’s not enough. he cries against your skin, warm tears dribbling down his cheeks onto your throat.

you shush him, cooing in his ear that you’ve got him, that you’re right here. but the tenderness only makes it worse.

he’s out right weeping as he clings to you, pumping his hips erratically while mumbling “i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. fuck it’s so good. so fucking perfect.”

it’s less than a minute later that his high creeps up on him. his breath hitches while his hips stutter. he lets out another strangled sob into your neck as he shoots hot ropes of cum inside you.

when the two of you are done, you hold him on top of you for a few minutes, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. you’d never seen him so emotional before.

he finally pulls back to give you a proper kiss and look into your eyes. you stroke his cheeks, wiping any leftover tears away. and when you ask if he’s ok, he just sniffles and nods. he looks at you with those deceivingly innocent eyes, glossy lashes shimmering as he asks:

“can we go again?”

#ch: caleb 💌#caleb x reader #caleb x mc #caleb smut #lads x reader #lads smut #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace x reader

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lacyblades · 3 months ago

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౨ৎ plumber!toji had quite the looks. that just happened to be a plus when you hired him. after all, it's not like you knew what he looked like, when you texted his business number a time and place.

it wasn't your fault. it wasn't your fault that your boring, workaholic husband was always at work. what were you to do? a pretty, bored housewife — one left all alone at home.

"it's the pipes," you say, soft and breathy. as if you aren't dreaming up the nastiest things that could ever come to mind, eyes roving his fit body. pipes, ones that you'd messed with. there wasn't that much leakage, at least not that you could see.

you think. to be honest, you're hardly aware of how much harm you've inflicted onto them.

you're just a little lady, so, what do you know about these things? instead, you lead him to the cabinets underneath the kitchen sink, leaning back against the counter, pretending to be concerned, as he takes a look.

it takes him less than two minutes to realize the damage was dealt on purpose, to which he responds with a roll of his eyes. "if you wanted to fuck, should've just said somethin'."

and, well, that's how you end up with toji's hips snapping brutally against your ass, the cool slab digging into your skin. your palms are damp with the slick of your sweat, desperately trying to ground yourself, as he rams into you relentlessly.

"this — oh, fuck — is want you wanted, yeah? f- fuckin' better take it." the empty house is filled with the lewd sound of squelching, accompanied by a plap, plap, plap!

he groans, dark hair sticking to his brow. "damn husband of yours, he doesn't fuck you good, huh? you're wrecked already, and we just started."

you can't muster a response, whimpering instead. it spurs him on, his cruel pace only increasing. one of his hands are tangled in your hair, yanking back. the other is digging into your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

his cock stretches you out wholly, forcing yourself to mold to the shape of his thick length. your cunt clenches around his, the fluttering hole doing the best it can. you hardly even last long, body tensing.

"shit, ma, you gonna cum, already? cum on my cock, like some slut?" he sneers, right by your ear. he fucks you hard and greedy, driving into you repeatedly.

"mm—! t- toji," you cry, velvety walls squeezing him tight. your body seizes, and you tremble violently, gushing onto his dick. his stamina? it lasted far longer than yours, and he didn't let up, not until he was shooting ropes into your pussy. overstimulated and fucked-out, you'd lost count of how many times he'd pulled orgasms out of you, waiting for his own to come.

and, when he finally leaves (hours, upon hours, later), you realize he never quite fixed the pipes. oh, well. at least, you had a reason to call him back over, right?

#tw cheating #tw light degradation #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #fushiguro x you #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader

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holeforzenin · 2 months ago

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Hiking with Kento <3

The air is crisp, practically biting at your cheeks and exposed skin as you brace yourself against the cool surface of the rock, its jagged edges digging into your delicate palms. The view stretches out in front of you—endless mountains, blue sky, birds cutting through the breeze—but all you can focus on is the way Kento’s cock is buried deep inside you, the loud plah! plah! plah! of his hips colliding with your rippling ass echoing loudly in the air, it’s almost embarrassing.

“Look at that beautiful view, Darling,” he murmurs behind you. His hands are heavy on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh in the greediest way possible as he fucks into you like he’s permanently trying to connect your bodies together. “Incredible right? But I’m guessing you’re enjoying what I’m doing to you waaay more”.

You try to focus on the view, you really do—but the way his cock drags against your walls, stretching you open and filling you up completely has your eyes fluttering shut instead. “K-Kento…” you breathe out, barely above a whisper. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against your back as he leans over you, his larger body pressing you further into the stone, and ending up lifting you off the ground so that you’re just standing on your tippy toes because of his sheer weight.

“Come on, eyes up,” he commands, one hand sliding up your spine to grab a fistful of your hair, gently yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. “Told you to look, didn’t I?”

Your eyes snap open, catching the sweeping landscape—the distant peaks, the endless stretch of green, birds soaring above—but the only thing you can really process in your head is the lewd way your husband’s brutally pounding you in broad daylight, purposely rolling his hips deep, making you feel every fat inch of his girth. It’s so nasty, the way you’re bent over the rock in the middle of nowhere, your pants pooling around your ankles with his cock stuffing you full, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet.

“Kentooo—” His name falls from your lips in a broken moan, and he just hums in that patient, attentive tone he always does, one hand slipping down to rub tight circles over your throbbing clit. Your back arches, eyes rolling back as he bullies that spot inside you, making you squirm and whimper against the rock.

“That’s it—Look at you. So pretty when you’re taking me like this, what a good girl,” he grunts, his pace quickening, hips smacking your poor ass hard enough to echo. “Bet those birds are getting a nice show, huh? Watching you get fucked stupid out here”.

His words make your cheeks burn, your walls fluttering around him so tight he has to bite back a groan. “Oh, you like that?” he coos with condescension. “Like knowing anyone could look out and see you spread out for me? Letting me fuck you like this?”

Your knees start to buckle, legs shaking as his thrusts grow rougher and more desperate. He’s practically slamming into you now as if you were just a Gloryhole stuck in the rock, his cock punching deep with every snap of his hips, pulling fucked-out moans from your throat. “Gonna cum, sweetheart?” he pants, his voice strained. “Gonna soak my cock while you stare at the mountains like a good girl?”

You can’t even respond, too lost in the way he’s tearing you apart, pleasure coiling hot and tight in your belly. Your fingers dig into the rock, nails scraping uselessly as you clench around him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that makes you cry out.

“Theeeere it is” he moans, hands tightening on your hips as you spasm around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. His hips stutter, and then he’s burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep against your cervix as he fills you up, the warmth flooding your cunt and making you shiver.

You’re both panting, still bent over that rock with your legs shaking and his seed dribbling down your shaky thighs. He leans down, pressing a rough kiss to the back of your neck, voice husky and out of breath. “Told you hiking was good for the soul”.

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plutotheplum · 4 months ago

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I'm Your Man

caleb x fem!reader

summary: riling up your boyfriend is entirely too easy. when he finds out you have a tutor that happens to be a man... well, it's safe to say caleb hates that sort of thing.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, spanking, oral sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, praise kink, finger sucking, exhibitionism, jealous!caleb, established relationship, modern au

w/c: 5.8k

a/n: *caleb seeing reader near a guy* crashes out immediately - hope you all enjoy!! <3

also on ao3!

“Baby!”

You squeak when the door swings open, the man in front of you moving in a blur. There’s a pair of lips landing against your cheek in a quick kiss before he wraps his arms around you, lifting you up off of the ground, his faze nuzzling into your chest.

“C- Caleb,” you whine, squirming in his hold, trying to get him to set you back down, “put me down, you dork.”

“But I missed you,” Caleb grumbles back, rubbing his face all over your top like a cat, nuzzling into your chest. He finally grants your request once he’s satisfied, hands smoothing down over your sides once he sets you down onto your feet.

You smile when he cups your cheeks, humming happily when he begins to pepper soft kisses all over your face, his thumbs smoothing over your skin gently.

“I missed you too,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck to tug him down for a kiss, sighing softly against his mouth.

Caleb groans, his hands squeezing at your waist, kissing you back eagerly. You huff out a laugh when he gropes at your ass, rocking up onto your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s it?” he protests when you pull away, pushing your hands away when you try to tug your duffle bag into his apartment.

“I literally just got here,” you muse, watching as he grabs your bag for you, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you silently appreciate the flex of your boyfriend’s biceps as he carries your duffle bag into his bedroom for you.

You shut his front door, securing the lock, before trailing after him. Caleb is reaching for you the moment you step inside his bedroom, shoving his face into the crook of your neck and letting out a contented sigh.

“Missed you so much,” he sighs, voice muffled with the way he’s pressed his face against your neck, his nose digging into you, lips brushing over your skin.

“Sometimes I wonder how you live without me,” you tease, hands stroking over his hair gently, scratching his scalp every now and then.

“I hardly get by,” Caleb complains aggrievedly, tugging you towards his bed. “I think I have withdrawals every time you leave.”

A laugh slips out of you at that, crawling up to snuggle into his arms, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder. Caleb kisses your cheek, his chest warm and firm against your back as he hums in satisfaction.

“I only have a year left before I graduate, then I can move in with you,” you remind him, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as Caleb busies himself with trying to meld his body against yours.

“Feels like an eternity,” he mutters, huffing out a breath. Caleb props his chin on your shoulder, eyes trained on your phone as you watch some random video. “How are your classes anyways?”

“Not bad,” you say, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I was struggling in one of them, but I sorted that out.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, pecking your lips gently in return, “how’d you do that?”

“I got a tutor,” you shrug, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to your phone. “He’s pretty good.”

You can feel Caleb stiffening behind you, his fingers stopping their movements against your sides. Your brows furrow, tossing your phone somewhere in front of you before turning back to look at Caleb properly. There’s a tell-tale pout beginning to form on his lips; something you’ve gotten used to ever since you were children.

“What’s wrong?”

“He?” Caleb echoes, his eyes darkening, “your tutor’s a guy?”

“Well… yeah?” you reply like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “the dude is like super smart; top of the class and everything. I figured he’d be the best to teach me.”

“I’m super smart,” Caleb shoots back, and you raise your brows when you see a frown coming across his face, his lips turning downwards. “And I was the top of all my classes. Definitely smarter than your little tutor. Drop him.”

A laugh bubbles out of you, turning around his arms until you settle on his lap, thighs straddling his hips.

“Yeah?” you smile, peering up at him, “you don’t even know the syllabus, Caleb.”

“I can learn it,” he protests stubbornly, “besides, I am smart. I’m a fighter pilot, baby.”

Your smile widens when you see Caleb’s chest puff out a little, his proud nature showing - not that you minded. Your fingers smooth up over the back of his shoulders, a soft sigh escaping Caleb when you play with the hair at the nape of his neck, his head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.

“You can just say it,” you whisper teasingly, pressing yourself a little closer. “You’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” Caleb echoes, his lips pursing as he considers your words. “Maybe,” he shrugs, his eyes opening as he stares down at you, “or maybe…” he whispers, lowering his head to brush a kiss across your lips, “maybe I just want to keep my girl to myself.”

Your cheeks flush when he calls you his girl, heart fluttering in your chest. The words echo in your mind, brushing whatever thoughts were filling your mind away. He always knew how to disarm you, and you can never quite get used to Caleb’s possessiveness, his need to have his claim on you. It’s thrilling and nothing else has ever made you feel so wanted.

“Hm?” Caleb hums against your cheek, “my girl is all mine. Right, baby?”

Hands pawing at his firm chest, you nod, leaning into him as though in a daze. You lean up, making a small noise, trying to kiss him. Caleb clicks his tongue, his hand cupping your jaw, fingers squeezing gently on either side of your cheeks to bring you out of the slow, syrupy haze that was currently fogging your mind.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes- yes,” you say insistently, pouting before you pucker up your lips a little more, desperate for a kiss, “‘m all yours, Caleb.”

“Good girl.”

You preen at the praise, mewling softly when he kisses you. Caleb’s hands squeeze at your hips gently, trying to stop all of your squirming and jostling on top of his lap. A dissatisfied sound leaves you when he stops you from grinding across his lap, your eyes narrowing as you peer up at him.

“I thought you missed me, Caleb.”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand that was currently sliding down his chest, his lips pressing against your palm when he manages to unfurl the fist you’d made with your fingers.

“You’re so grabby,” Caleb mumbles against your palm, “‘m tryna take it slow, baby.”

“I don’t want slow,” you huff out, fisting his shirt and yanking him towards you. “I want you to fuck me.”

There’s a smirk on Caleb’s lips, his nose nudging against yours, fingers pressing into your back.

“Last time you cried when I-”

“Shut up!” you sputter, slapping your hand over his mouth, cheeks hot with embarrassment when you remember what had happened last time. Caleb’s hand wrapped around your throat, fingers relentless against your clit, cock pounding entirely too deep- “That was- it was overwhelming!”

Caleb opens his mouth to respond, mischief glinting in his eyes, but your phone ruins the moment, ringing out. You groan, turning your back to him as you reach for your phone that you had tossed over to the foot of his bed.

“Who is it?” Caleb asks, his fingers wrapping around your ankles as you kick up your legs lazily.

“My tutor,” you reply, showing him your phone.

A smile spreads across your face when you see Caleb’s playful expression drop, replaced with something akin to annoyance.

“You know,” you continue, your voice dipping into a drawling taunt just to piss him off, “bet he’d fuck me if I asked him.”

“You little-” Caleb hisses, his voice rising as he tries to grab for your phone.

You pull it out of his reach, pressing a finger to your lips, making a hushing motion. Caleb’s expression grows darker the moment you swipe your finger across the screen to answer, his hands tightening their grip on your ankles.

“Hi,” you chirp sweetly, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Uh hey,” the man on the other end of the line replies, “are you free to talk?”

You hum, sneaking a glance towards Caleb who seems close to snapping, his glare venomous when he catches your eyes. Too easy, you think, biting your lip to stifle a laugh at his thinly veiled anger.

“Super free,” you say pointedly, “what did you want to talk abo- ow!”

A sharp yelp escapes you when Caleb’s hand comes down on your ass, the slap stinging. A strangled whine escapes you, your head whipping around to glare back at Caleb, feeling your eye twitch. Your boyfriend meets your eyes with a hard glare of his own, his fingers pushing up the hem of your skirt to examine the rapidly reddening skin of your ass.

“You okay?” your tutor asks, a tinge of concern in his voice.

“F- fine,” you manage out, “just- just um- stubbed my toe!”

“Right,” he murmurs, “hate when that happens.”

You nod along as though he can see you, trying to kick Caleb in the face as you roll over onto your back. The wind is knocked out of you when Caleb grabs you by the waist, manhandling you until you’re laying on your front again, his hands squeezing at your ass roughly, hand coming down again in a harsh smack.

“Ouch!”

“You uh- you stubbed your toe again?” your tutor asks tentatively.

“Mhm,” you say, voice slightly breathless with the restraint it was taking you not to cry out. “I’m- ‘m just really clumsy.”

Your fingers tremble as you manage to mute yourself on your phone, letting out a whimper when Caleb spanks you again and again, a hint of regret pooling inside of you at pushing your boyfriend this far.

“Unmute,” Caleb murmurs, gripping your hips to make you arch a bit, ass up in the air for him to spank again, your skin hot and prickly. His voice is a low snap when you don’t do as he says, your throat bobbing as you swallow harshly, Caleb’s tone growing firmer, no longer requesting but demanding. “C’mon baby, unmute the fucking phone.”

You whine in protest, but do as he says, shakily unmuting yourself. You can hardly hear whatever your tutor was rambling on about, eyes blinking rapidly to try and concentrate. It’s all in vain however, when Caleb rains down another slap to your ass, your teeth sinking into your forearm to muffled a pained gasp.

“Bad fucking girl,” Caleb mutters lowly, “such a bratty, little slut.”

The itch to argue and bite back prickles across your skin, but Caleb’s hands are smoothing over you ass, and you wiggle your hips back to meet the soft pets he rewards your ass with; his fingers prodding and pushing your ass cheeks apart to take a glimpse of your panties.

“Anyways,” your tutor continues, “I was just calling because my schedule’s changed so I might not be able to tutor you during the time we agreed on.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, eyes widening as Caleb tugs at your panties, pulling them away from your skin before he lets go, the elastic snapping back against your skin. “That’s- that’s uh- too bad?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “do you mind if we settle on a different day?”

There’s an answer sitting on the tip of your tongue, but Caleb pulls at your ankle, managing to flip you over onto your back. He tightens his grip, your body sliding against the sheets as he tugs you towards him.

“N- no,” you hiss, forgetting about the man on the other end of the line, too preoccupied by trying to simultaneously yank your leg free whilst trying to kick Caleb’s face, “don’t you dare!”

Caleb only gives you a lazy grin, his hands managing to catch both your ankles and tug you further down the bed.

“Don’t you dare?” your tutor echoes confusedly, and you squeeze your eyes shut, wincing at the misunderstanding.

You laugh, trying to cover up your flustered state, head dropping back against the sheets as Caleb smiles against the soles of your feet, peppering kisses all over the expanse of your feet.

“That’s not what I meant,” you grit out, shaking your head vehemently when Caleb smooths his hands over your thighs, pushing your skirt up to expose your panties.

You can feel your brain short-circuiting when your boyfriend settles between your thighs, his hands grasping at your thighs, squeezing at the fat before he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

“So you’re okay with me rescheduling?”

“Y- yes!” you say, your voice pitching upwards awkwardly when Caleb rubs his fingers over your clothed cunt, his head dipping down to press kisses to your damp panties.

“Great,” he says, sounding a little chipper, “how does Friday sound? Maybe 10-12 in the morning?”

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out hazily, fingers brushing through Caleb’s hair as he pulls your panties down your legs, your half-lidded gaze not missing the way he slips them into the pocket of his sweats - another addition to his growing collection.

Perv.

You sigh, biting your lip as Caleb kisses your puffy folds, his tongue sliding through them after, your grip on your phone loosening as you squeeze your breast, squirming under Caleb’s ministrations.

He stares up at you, pulling back to lick his lips, strings of slick clinging to his lips and chin. You smile hazily and Caleb leans forward, stealing a quick kiss before burying his face back into your aching pussy.

“Uh- does that sound good?” your tutor asks, his voice sounding a little unsure with all the sighing and soft noises you were let out.

“So good,” you murmur absentmindedly, thighs squeezing around Caleb’s head gently, enough to tease him a little.

Caleb gives you a pointed stare, his teeth sinking into your thigh before he smirks, nodding towards your phone.

You flush, embarrassment making your body go hot. “I- I mean y- yeah! That sounds perfect!”

“Okay, let me just write that down-”

You tug at Caleb’s hair, mouth dropping open when he latches onto your clit, sucking harshly. The sensations make your thighs twitch, toes curling as they press up against Caleb’s broad back, a soft mewl leaving you when you see the flex of his muscles through his shirt.

“Pretty pussy missed me,” Caleb whispers, his voice barely audible. He sighs contentedly when he thumbs apart your folds, the sheets rustling slightly as you watch him grind his hips into the bed, Caleb’s eyes not wavering from the clench of your pussy around nothing. “So wet, hm? Gonna ruin my sheets, baby.”

You whimper when he draws back, thighs twitching when he gathers a considerable amount of spit in his mouth, spitting down onto your clenching pussy. It’s filthy really, but Caleb is well-versed in your body; knows you well enough to know that you’ll go along with whatever he offers you.

Your fingers push at his head gently when he tries to kiss your clit, moving your hand down to spread your pussy for him instead, rubbing his spit into your cunt, mixing it with your slick. Caleb lets out a low groan at the sight, and you smile prettily, pressing your wet fingers against his mouth, smearing it over his lips.

His tongue lolls out soon after, licking his lips and you feed him your fingers, hips rolling up needily when he sucks on your fingers lazily. “Want you to cum for me on call,” Caleb slurs, licking between your fingers, grazing his teeth against the pads of them.

“What?” you hiss, brows raising incredulously. “I am not doing that.”

Caleb ignores you, busying himself with burying his face back into your cunt. You stifle a moan, biting down on your lip hard enough to remind yourself that you shouldn’t have been doing this; be on a call whilst your boyfriend was eating you out.

“I was thinking we could meet up at the library.”

Your tutor’s voice breaks through the haze and you grit your teeth, silently regretting the fact that you’d been the one to start this whole ordeal in the first place.

“The- ah- the library sounds good,” you mumble, eyes squeezing shut when Caleb begins to double his efforts, sucking and slurping, the sounds entirely too lewd and perhaps audible to the man on the phone. “

You press down on Caleb’s head, fingers tangling with his hair, back arching. Caleb’s smile is obvious, you can feel it against your cunt, his head tilting as he prods at your aching hole, beginning to fuck you with his tongue. A shudder racks through you, an impatient whine slipping out of you, desperate to orgasm.

“Be good, baby,” Caleb murmurs, replacing his tongue with his fingers, curling them up inside of you.

You try to stifle a moan and Caleb is feeling nice enough to help you, his free hand sliding up over your stomach, squeezing at your tits appreciatively before stuffing his fingers into your mouth to muffle your noises.

Legs jerking, you try to hold still, but when Caleb latches back onto your clit, your entire body quakes. It’s torture, the way Caleb knows how to play with you, his mouth smashing against your dripping pussy to suck more feverishly to drive you further towards the edge.

“The library it is then,” your tutor notes down. “Or you could always come over.”

Come over. Come. Cum. Cum?

A drunken giggle slips out of you, fingers running through Caleb’s soft hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, stroking over it gently before his mouth suctions around the swollen bud, making your back arch. Yeah, you think hazily, you were going to cum.

“Mhm,” you slur, “‘m definitely gonna be cumming.”

“You- you are?” he sounds a little surprised, “you know, I’ve never had someone so eager to learn. It’s actually kinda… refreshing, honestly so thank you.”

“You’re so welcome,” you mewl, hips rocking up against Caleb’s face, feeling the huff of laughter your boyfriend lets out against your pussy, his hand coming down to spread you apart for him again, his fingers thrusting in and out of you faster.

You bite down on your lip, body seizing up when Caleb crooks his fingers inside of you just right, the sensation of his tongue on your clit enough to have your back arching, toes digging into Caleb’s back as you cum.

Caleb groans, kissing your clit sloppily, his tongue sliding through your puffy folds to drink up every last drop of slick that he could find. He laps over your pussy, nuzzling into your thigh after as you shudder and shake, kissing your hip to help soothe you through the aftermath of your orgasm.

You’re too boneless to stop Caleb from reaching for your phone, eyes fluttering shut, unable to stop the syrupy atmosphere that had befallen you.

“Hung up for you,” he murmurs, putting your phone somewhere, his lips landing on your cheek for a sweet kiss.

“I didn’t get to say bye to him,” you mumble belatedly, arms wrapping around Caleb’s neck lazily.

Caleb clicks his tongue, sending you a half-hearted glare. “You don’t need to say bye to him, baby. Stop thinking about him. I just made you cum on my tongue.”

“But he’s just so helpful,” you sigh lazily, feeling Caleb’s fingers dig into your hips.

“For fuck’s sake,” Caleb mutters, rolling his eyes, “I’m helpful and I’m your fucking boyfriend.”

You smile up at him, tugging him down to kiss him. Caleb lets out a low noise against your lips, his hands squeezing at your waist, shuddering when you scratch his scalp.

“You don’t have to be so butthurt, baby,” you coo, sitting up, “I still love you.”

“Not enough apparently,” Caleb grouses, tugging his shirt up over his head.

You go hazy eyed at the sight, hand running up over your boyfriend’s defined abdomen, your fingers catching on his dog tags situated between his unfairly thick pecs.

“Gonna fuck me now?” you ask him sweetly, tugging his sweats and boxers down to free his cock.

Caleb’s cock bobs free and you sigh dreamily at the sight, the head of it wet with thick globs of pre-cum; damning evidence of his arousal. Your hand wraps around his fat cock, the length hot and throbbing under your touch.

It’s all too much for Caleb who lets out a shuddering noise, his head dropping forward, resting against your shoulder as you stroke his cock lazily, leaning forward to spit on it. Caleb whines and you take the opportunity to lean forward, mouthing at his pecs, pressing open-mouthed kisses across his heated skin.

“Fuck, baby,” Caleb sighs, hands coming up to cradle your head against his chest, his cock twitching in your hands when you reach down to squeeze at his balls, your teeth scraping across his sternum playfully.

“Missed your cock,” you whisper, rising up onto your knees to kiss up his neck. “‘s just so big and thick,” you say appreciatively.

“Do you even think about me?” Caleb protests, his head tipping to the side to bare more of his neck to you, “or do you just think about my fat fuckin’ cock?”

“It’s not a crime to think about it,” you huff out, angling your head to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I just really like it.”

“Brat,” he mutters, reaching down to grope your ass. “You sound like you have a crush on my cock.”

“You steal my panties!” you shoot back exasperatedly, glaring up at him before biting down on his shoulder in retaliation.

“Maybe I just really like the cute little designs,” Caleb drawls, yanking your head back using your hair before dipping his head to kiss you messily, his tongue invading your mouth, practically fucking you with it until there’s spit leaking from the sides of your mouths.

You moan, pawing at his broad shoulders, mewling happily when he manhandles you to his will, turning you over onto your front, his hands tugging your ass up into the air, making you arch for him.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls, landing a spank to your ass. “Ask for my cock, sweetheart, c’mon.”

You whimper, face shoving into the sheets, grabbing at them to try and ground yourself. The sounds of Caleb stroking his cock making your pussy throb, hips wiggling back to try and make him push his cock inside.

“W- want it inside,” you demand, yelping when Caleb smacks your ass again.

“Think you can do better than that,” Caleb murmurs, his hand smoothing up over your back, his cock slapping against your aching cunt, before he presses the tip of it in before drawing it back out. “Hm? Wanna hear you all pretty, baby.”

“P- please?” you hiccup, feeling desperate tears prick at your lash line - a sign of your own desperation and need to have him close, no, in you. “C- can I p- please have your cock, Caleb? Please?”

“You sound so sweet when you ask like that,” Caleb says dreamily, dipping his head to reward your cheek with a kiss. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

A shaky breath escapes you, your cheek squishing against the sheets, eyes slipping shut when he sinks his cock inside of you. You’ve slept with Caleb countless times, but you can never get quite used to the stretch of his cock and the way it manages to turn every rational thought in your mind to mush.

Caleb doesn’t seem to be faring better, letting out a guttural groan as he buries himself into the hilt. You can’t help but think he’s being a little louder than usual, but you’re not complaining.

“So tight,” he rasps hoarsely, fingers spreading apart your ass to watch his cock sink in and out of you, his eyes silently appreciating the way your cunt is stretched out around his cock. “Feels so good, baby.”

You mumble something back incoherently, content to let him have you like this, his hips smacking into your ass loudly with every thrust he delivers.

“Love you, Caleb,” you mewl when you feel him kiss up your back and over your shoulder, his face pressing into the crook of your neck, “love you much.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he soothes, drawing his hips back before driving them into you harder and faster, “so good to me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you nod, rising up onto your hands, turning your head to kiss him, “‘m your good girl.”

Caleb grunts, his arm wrapping around your waist. “You weren’t being good when you were talking to him.”

You pout, too horny to roll your eyes and tell him that he was being wildly immature and entirely too possessive for his own good. Instead, you squirm forward, Caleb’s cock slipping out of you despite his protests.

“Should I make it up to you?” you ask sweetly, voice lilting as you bat your lashes up at him.

“Make it up to me?” Caleb echoes, his breath hitching when you crawl towards him, hips swaying a little, your hands pushing at his shoulders to get him to lay down.

You hum in response, crawling up over him, settling on his lap. You smile when he groans loudly, your hips rolling as you grind your pussy over his hard, aching cock.

“Ride me,” he mutters dazedly, pre-cum coating his abdomen. “Sink down on my cock and ride me, baby.”

“I’m enjoying this though,” you say teasingly, hands planted firmly on his chest as you roll your hips again, moaning softly when his cock slides through your folds, the tip of it catching on your clit. “W- wait- Caleb!”

You squeak when he grabs for you roughly, picking you up easily, dropping you down onto his cock. A sharp cry escapes you, cunt clenching around him in a desperate attempt to get accustomed to his size.

“‘m gonna fuck the brattiness outta you,” Caleb murmurs, his lips slotting over yours to seal the promise. “And then-” he moans, his head tipping back slightly as he guides you to rock your hips, feeling your cunt around his throbbing cock, “and then, you’re gonna scream my name while you cum.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping as he begins to bounce you on his cock, your ass smacking against his thighs. You don’t need much encouragement, not when Caleb’s mouth is sucking and biting at your neck, most likely leaving numerous hickeys in his wake.

“Who's making you feel this good?” your boyfriend asks, “huh, baby?”

“Y- you are!” you squeal when he slaps your ass, hugging his head as he buries his face into your chest, his mouth sucking at your nipple before switching over to the other breast, biting a mark into the fat of it.

“That’s right,” Caleb growls, “I am, not anyone else. Just me and my cock, yeah?”

“Yes- yes! Oh fuck- hah- C- Caleb!”

He snarls, pulling you down, breasts squishing up against his chest. You squirm, hardly able to believe you’d manage to piss him off into such a state. Caleb wraps his arms around you, his knees bending as he plants his feet firmly against his bed, beginning to thrust up into you.

“S- so deep,” you hiccup, pressing sloppy kisses to his jaw, “you’re the best.”

Caleb groans, his heart fluttering at your words, a light flush covering his cheeks. Despite everything, your words still manage to fluster him, the softness of your lips on his cheek making his body throb with affection.

He manages to tilt his head, capturing your lips with his, uncaring that your kisses were slightly clumsy and uncoordinated with how fucked out you were. You whimper when he quickens his pace, cock pounding into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

“‘m gonna c- cum,” you whine, pussy clenching down around his cock desperately.

“Yeah?” Caleb rasps, kissing the corner of your mouth, “gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart?”

You nod rapidly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, letting out a contented coo. Caleb grunts out your name, his fingers reaching down to squeeze at your ass, fucking up into you over and over again until you squeal and scream, his name leaving your mouth in a slurred chant.

“C- Caleb! I- ah! I love you!”

“Cum,” Caleb snaps, burying himself into the hilt, his hand managing to find your clit. You whine when he rubs it, body shuddering on top of his as you cum, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. “There you go, baby.”

You let out a dazed sound when Caleb kisses you, lips pressing together sloppily, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck,” Caleb mutters, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his thighs trembling slightly as his hot, thick cum floods your pussy. “So good to me, sweetheart.”

You flop down onto the bed, chest rising and falling as you pant raggedly, Caleb’s softening cock slipping out of you. His cum smears across your thigh when he moves towards you, his face pressing into your chest as he kisses your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth playfully until you push at his head in protest.

“I should rile you up more,” you muse, fingers tracing over his lips gently, a triumphant smile on your face.

Caleb rolls his eyes, kissing the pads of your fingers. “Maybe you should,” he concedes finally, running a hand through his hair, looking a little weary, his cheeks flushed prettily.

You cup his cheeks, pulling him closer to pepper kisses over his face, to his cheeks, forehead and brows, laughing when he returns your kisses and sucks the fat of your cheek into his mouth childishly.

“Y’all are freaks.”

The smile on your face fades, the color all but draining from your face when you hear a crackly voice coming from your phone. You glance towards Caleb, and the asshole in question looks entirely too smug and pleased, a lazy grin spread out across his face.

The cozy intimate atmosphere around you seems to fade, annoyance flitting across your face. You have half a mind to slap Caleb across the face, your jaw clenching as your teeth grit together, but the more pressing issue at hand wins out. You only need to sit up to spy the dangerous glint in your boyfriend’s eyes. The bed dips under both of you, sheets rumpling in a flurry as you both scramble towards your phone, trying to grab it first.

“I am so sorry-” you begin, shrieking when Caleb tugs your phone from your hand. You flail, trying to crawl up onto his lap, shoving at his shoulders in an attempt to snatch your phone back, desperate to save the last shreds of your now scarce and very much dwindling dignity.

“You could’ve hung up,” Caleb retorts bluntly into your phone, his thumb pushing into your mouth when you open your mouth to protest. “Now fuck off.”

You watch as Caleb disconnects the call, your eyes narrowing, not tempted to suck on his thumb like you might’ve been in any other situation. Instead, you bite down, satisfaction coursing through you when Caleb yelps, watching as his eyes squeezing shut in pain. You cling on stubbornly, glaring up at him when he tries to pull his thumb free, a wince leaving him as pain flares up through his thumb. You don’t let go until Caleb protests, his hand pushing at your forehead gently.

“So mean, sweetheart,” he complains, wrapping his arms around you, his face nuzzling into your chest, mouthing at the sides of your breasts lazily.

You stare down at your boyfriend, the soft tufts of his brown hair now messy and sticking up into your face. You can feel your eye beginning to twitch, irritation prickling across your skin.

“What the fuck was that?” you snap, swatting the side of his head, “you said you hung up!”

“Must’ve forgotten,” Caleb mumbles, his expression feigning innocence as his eyes flick up to meet yours.

“Really?” you murmur, leaning forward, head tilting. “You forgot? Guess I’ll just forget to stay here tonight.”

You move to get off of his lap, but Caleb clicks his tongue, his arms tightening around you. You try again, but his hold is firm, preventing you from going anywhere other than staying in his lap.

“Thought you were my good girl,” Caleb sighs, dragging his lips across your jaw, trailing soft kisses over your skin. “I was only showing him who you really belonged to.”

“Belonged to?” you echo, hand cupping the back of his head to bare your neck to him when he kisses your neck.

“Mhm,” he hums, lifting his head to peck your lips. You can’t help but lean into him, eyes fluttering as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks gently, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Funny,” you breathe out, showing him your hand, “I don’t see a ring on my hand.”

Caleb pauses, his eyes widening for a moment before a smile spreads across his face, his head dipping to give you another kiss.

“I can do that,” he whispers against your lips. “You want a ring, sweetheart? I’ll give you one.”

“That’s not what I-” you begin exasperatedly, squeaking when Caleb grabs your chin, his mouth slotting over yours to kiss you heatedly, stopping you from speaking.

“So?” Caleb asks eagerly, “what do you want? A diamond? Personally, I think-”

“I am not marrying you,” you interrupt, pressing your hands against his chest to push him back. You bite your lip, averting your gaze, feeling a little shy. “...At least not right now, so- so shut up.”

“I’ll marry you eventually,” Caleb murmurs, a smile spreading across his face, “been wanting to ever since we were kids.”

You groan, flopping away from him, burying your face into a pillow to hide your flustered expression.

“C’mere baby,” he coaxes, smiling against your cheek after he pulls you into his arms, letting you bury your face into his warm chest. “I love you.”

“You’re such a dick,” you mumble, peering up at him. You pout and Caleb grins, dropping a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, jerk.”

He runs his fingers through your hair, stroking gently as your eyes droop shut, lulled to sleep by the heat and comfort of his body, cocooned in Caleb’s affection - until he decides to ruin it with a thoughtful whisper that makes him sound entirely too pleased with what he’s managed to accomplish.

“Guess you’re gonna have to send me the syllabus for that class after all.”

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goaskangel · 4 months ago

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perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf - part two!

part one

toji’s got you exactly where he wants you. soft and pliable, a little cold to the side of him on the couch. you’re invested in the show broadcasted on the TV, mouth dropped a little with your eyes glued on what’ll happen next. your hands are clenched gently on toji’s shirt as you guys cuddle with a small pull-over on the both of you.

he couldn’t care less about the show but he’s real intrigued by you. his hands rub and grope at the fat of your thighs carefully, smoothing his knuckles on your cold skin.

his face resting on your head, leaving the occasional kiss to your temple or a sniff of the perfume behind your neck.

usually the closest he could get without you flustering up immediately was casual cuddling. so these little touches on your legs and his body pressing up behind yours was the biggest privilege to him. he can’t scare you off so easily so he continues.

“awh!” you jolt up slightly when the episode’s left on a cliffhangers, advertisements and trailers play on the cable. “can’t believe it.” whispering as you accept defeat and relax back down again, a pout on your face as your hand trails down to find your boyfriend’s strong hand on your upper thigh.

“toj’...” your squeeze at him, your body suddenly warming.

“don’t know how you focused. so invested. i definitely couldn’t pay attention.” he emphasizes by kneading the fat of your hips.

you roll from your side to resting your back on the armrest, “mm, you’re so dramatic.” taking your hand to brush your fingers on his sculpted jaw. he takes this time to get a hold of it and pepper kisses on your hand

“yeah, for good reason.” he speaks between pecs, taking his time to trail down your body. but crawling down quick enough before you can object. cherishing the pieces of skin that’s exposed from your raised shirt, all the soft skin your shorts expose. your arms coming to rest beside you, unsure what to do as the experienced man presses smooches into you.

deep and possessive mutters come from him, “so perfect. this untouched body, all mine. you know how sexy it is? knowing i’m the only one who knows how you feel?” he dips his head between your thighs as he looks up to your needy but nervous expression. you close your legs to hold any modesty you have left. you’ve never done anything with him, let alone anything with anybody. your hearts racing–it’s too much to decide if you do really want this, what if you embarrass yourself in front of him? he rubs low and shallow circles on your kneecaps, open-mouth kisses on your body.

“you’re overthinking it, baby. i jus’ wanna make you come, right on my fingers–make you feel so good. that so bad?”

“toji, i don’t…” you pause.

your fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts and you slide them down.

“yeah, there she is, my good girl.” he helps you with the rest. he’s so incredibly eager and he shows it. throwing your shorts to the ground like they’re nothing before diving between your legs. he smiles hard at the sticky spot of your panties and presses his thumb at your clothed clit. your back arches off the couch from the sudden impact, starting to moan quietly at how he conditions you to his touch by circling his finger on your wanting bud. before you know it, your only protection is ripped away and toji’s eyeing your cunt like the greedy man he is. he spits a good glob of saliva on the hood and watches how it dribbles down past your folds, slick with your own arousal, to the couch cushions.

he sucks on his middle finger for a second and teases the tip at your fluttering hole,

“pretty virgin pussy, you ever take anything besides your own little fingers?”

you shake your head, biting your lip knowing just one of his fingers could deflower you alone. you throb at the thought and buck your hips, “put it in already.”

“mhm, can’t wait to hear that again.” he squeezes past the soft folds whilst thumbing your clit, his finger digging in carefully as you wince. you’re pouring of soppy gloss as he manages to reach another finger into you, cooing at your little curses and urges. reassuring you with dirty words like you’re so warm, sweet girl. gonna feel this way around my cock when i have my way, huh? gonna sound so pretty when i fuck your little body. tight and fuckin’ wet, bet you taste so good.

he tongues at the mess around your labia and tight hole, making you gasp. something so warm and fluid, nothing like you’ve felt before. just safe vibrators and your hands to make you come but this, this was so much. so much more intense–now he’s fucking your tight pussy with his tongue. it already felt so long and hot in your mouth and now it’s inside you.

your hips roll, a strong stir in your lower back. “toji–augh, oh! mmm–can’t, it’s so much. gonna come toji i’m close”

you come undone, right on his mouth as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. praising you and kissing your inner thighs, licking his fingers clean. pressing a few to your clit, making you giggle through exhaustion when he tries kissing your lips when his are covered with your wetness. mmm he can’t wait for the day you let him really love you!

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2kiran · 5 months ago

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I wanna fuck ghostface so hard that he blacks out or passed out from the sheer feeling of pleasure and pain. 😭😭😭

Hell yeah. Same thoughts. 18+ TOP READER

Ghostface’s knees buckled, his legs consistently trembling while his hands scrambled around the mattress for purchase. The cheek of his mask was firmly planted against the sheets, finding himself unable to look back at you without interrupting himself.

“Oh God! Oh God—hnngh, right there!”

He punched out a moan, relishing in the way your thick cock ruthlessly carves an imprint on his slick-graced walls. His feet were on the ground, his upper half on the bed, and his ass raised to you. Your hands gripped his hips, forcibly prompting him to fuck himself back on your dick in time with your thrusts.

“Yeah? Right here?” You ask, pulling out enough to allow him to feel the threat of you leaving his entrance before you roughly bottom out and hit his sweet spot, earning yourself a high whine. One of your hands reach up, grasping his nape and pushing him down. Making him take it.

Ghostface can barely breathe, weak gasps barely managing to leave his agape mouth. You were fucking him like you hated him, his obscured face uncomfortably digging harder into the soft bedspread.

It hurt. Hurt so good.

Your hips were meeting with his backside with audible smacks, accompanied by a force that’ll surely cause him to become terribly sore. He clenches around your cock with a whimper, heat rushing to his gut, a climax rapidly approaching him.

It was dizzying. It was electrifying, and he was so horny. The killer groans out, long and broken, his mind momentarily numbing. He’s so close, his wet dick beginning to throb, and he can feel himself right—

Ghostface suddenly becomes limp, his hips subconsciously bucking forward as his pretty slit spits out his messy release.

Oh.

He’s knocked out.

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simonz-angel · 6 months ago

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his lips drag cross your throat, breathing in the racing pulse of your heart. when his cheek rolls across yours, he can feel your tears wet n itch his scruffy skin, his soft breaths kissing your lips.

and he presses you flat to the bed, crushing you between his heavy weight, and the dipping mattress. you can barely breathe, lungs stuttering between every desperate breath, yet you feel high.

and his hips settle, cock digging too deep at the sweet entrance of your cervix, so deep you begin to lose focus, eyes going blurry, crossing. your lip trembles in heady cries, barely able to take it.

“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” he huffs, tongue sliding over your shaking lip, and his fingertips press up into your scalp before he’s pulling you up off the mattress. neck arching back till the muscles burn and your hands settle against the mattress, to keep the pressure off your burning scalp.

“just need you to… breathe,” he punctuates in a piercing thrust, one that has you sliding up under his hold, one that has your lips cracking open in an guttural moan, lungs gasping.

your legs lurch, hips reeling away in a quick scurry, its too much, too much to take. and with the way your stomach tightens up, lacing and pulling so taut it hurts. youre so close, and he’s keeping you on that lil edge.

his free hand grabs at your running hips, pulling you and grounding you in place. and he drops your head, watching you fall face first into the mattress, physically unable to keep yourself up.

“stay still, baby, m’not in the mood for your games,” he breathes, hands settling at your shoulders to keep you fully planted, body melting into the the softness beneath you. “runnin’ away from me,” he laughs, “can feel how bad you want it, just gotta be good for me, ‘ight?”

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rafesangelita · 2 months ago

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♡ frat!rafe loves to turn you into a mess by pushing down on your tummy while he’s fingering you

warnings: fingering, squirting, crying, dirty talk, overstimulation, pussy slapping, finger sucking

a/n: i’m not sure if the linked ask was sent in for my follower celebration but i just went ahead and included it <3

you blinked up at the soft pink ceiling of your bedroom, your vision growing fuzzy as tears brimmed your eyes. rafe had you lying back against your plush pillows, your legs spread open as he forced your thighs apart with a grunt. running his digits between your slick folds, rafe watched with a teasing smile as you squirmed underneath his touch. “you’re so fucking wet already, just look at his this,” your cheeks burned when rafe brought his hand up and showed you his glistening fingers, “all sticky and messy just for me, hmm?” you couldn’t help but whine, your stomach erupting in a fit of butterflies as he reached down between your legs once again.

watching you lose yourself from his fingers alone was something rafe took great pride in, he couldn’t help but do this to you every chance he could get. thrusting two fingers inside your needy pussy, you gasped, your back arching off of your comforter as rafe’s palm grounded into your poor clit. “oh!” you cried out, his arm moving with vigor as he fucked you knuckles deep. rafe’s jaw clenched as he kept his eyes trained on your glossy cunt, your juices spewing out from your sopping hole. “shitttt—” he marveled, his cock growing hard in his boxers, “do you hear that? do you hear how fucking soaked you are?”

digging your nails into the white lace of your stockings, you shuddered, your body jolting when rafe ran the tips of his fingers over your sensitive bud. “g-gentlegentlegentle!” you squealed, your chest rising and falling as he did the exact opposite. giving your clit a soft pinch, you screamed when he landed multiple slaps to your sticky folds, your thighs instinctively shutting around his hand. you couldn’t speak, your breaths coming out in shaky huffs as rafe rubbed you into a mind numbing orgasm. “please—” you heaved, your eyes shutting tightly, “rafe!”

forcing your thighs open, rafe pressed down on your lower tummy, the pressure forcing a pained shriek to fall from your lips. digging your heels into your sheets, your hips bucked as he added a third digit, his fingers practically hooking you onto his hand as he thumbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves. you took ahold of his wrist, your body wracking with the pure unadulterated pleasure coursing through your nerves. “wait!” you gasped, feeling an unfamilar pressure building up in your core, “i think i’m—” you didn’t get to finish your sentence before a stream of wetness flowed out from your cunt, a broken sob ripping itself from your chest as rafe cursed at the sight.

you hid your face in embarrassment, your bottom lip trembling as overstimulation began to set in. “no more, ray—” you hiccuped, “s’too much..” for the first time tonight, he gave into your request, a hiss leaving your lips as he finally slid his fingers out of you. curling in on yourself, you shook and trembled as rafe moved your hands away from your face, his digits prodding at your swollen lips. “suck them.” blinking rapidly, you could barely hear him over the beating thrum of your heart, your lips parting as you welcomed his glistening digits into your mouth.

jaw falling slack, rafe watched as you batted your eyelashes up at him, your tongue swirling around his fingers as he took himself out of his boxers. “mmm, you did so good,” he praised, “now do what you’re doing right now to my cock.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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eraserbread · 1 month ago

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midnight messes are no match for your husband, nanami ✧

→ afab!reader, period sex, oral f!receiving, nsfw

he wakes you up with a kiss to the shoulder, golden hair strewn about his head and a tired look in his eye. the bedroom is overwhelmingly dark, you're lying on your side, stirred from sleep.

"my dear," he mutters into your naked shoulder, closing his hand around your arm. under the blankets, your legs are tangled together. you smile into the touch.

"mm,"

"i know," he reassures, kissing you once more. "but, we're a bit bloody under here."

your eyes fly open, staring off into dead space at the realization. now that he's mentioning it, your stomach is tighter–back ringing with the most delicate of aches. you rush to sit up, pushing him away as you pull your knees to your loosely covered chest.

"holy shit kento, i'm so sorry.. i don't know what to do." you can't see much in the darkness, but you can feel. it's warm on your thighs–thick, crimson, and sticky. "I'm usually so good about... a-about avoiding this, I'm so sorry."

if you could see him through the darkness, you would see the confused sort of half-dead stare he gives you when he sits up. "it's just blood, baby. you didn't shit the bed."

if you could get any more flustered you would, but you're already burning hot and aching at his side. aching everywhere. sizzling like a vampire when he reaches to flick the bedside lamp on.

then the murder scene is shrouded in light and you're staring at him like a guilty puppy. he thinks it's so damn endearing, you're so pitiful and pretty tangled in your bloody sheets that when he goes in to kiss you, it doesn't stop.

and when he starts to dip his head between your thighs, you don't stop him. not even when he's peeling your soiled panties from your skin, inhaling the pure scent of you when he finally comes face-to-face.

blood is soaked into the mattress, past the sheets and blankets, so kento doesn't care anymore. he'll drag you to the couch after a shower anyway and coddle you to sleep, but right now, this was too tempting a situation to pass up. he licks his lips.

"god, you're such a freak. it's always the quiet ones." you're holding your breath as he situates between your thighs, laying on his stomach, trapping your thighs between his big arms.

kento's in his element, breathing in your essence like a perfume. "are you insulting me?"

"what normal man goes down on his wife during her period? mmf- it's unheard of." you bite your lip, rustling against the soaked sheets as kento's soft lips trail over your leg.

"men who are obsessed with their wives and worship the ground they walk on," he pauses, sinking his teeth into the fleshy, sensitive inside of your thigh. "and everything that comes with being so close to a woman." he's making his way up to your warm, pulsing cunt, nose digging between your slit as his tongue makes its way to your hole.

he breathes you in, then licks you clean in one thick stroke.

and you immediately reach to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, your breath sucked from your lungs. "m'god, it's so sensitive."

"focus on me, baby." kento breathes, lapping sloppy streaks through your cunt. his face is covered in it, the dull light paints his red-tinged face in holy hues, casting shadows against his most prominent features.

his fingers dig in your thighs like he'd die if you moved, so you don't. you arch your back, moaning his name into the damp midnight air.

kento does a better job at cleaning you up than you ever could in the shower, especially because he just doesn't stop. his eyes drift shut like that, red lips sucking at your sweet cunt, moaning into it when a fresh wave of bloody arousal passes his lips.

#cleanup on aisle flo!!#its the fact that nobody asks for this freaky ish but me #.nanami <3 #.the wife guy!! <3 #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami smut

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𝓒𝓞𝓒𝓞𝓐 𝓑𝓤𝓣𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓚𝓘𝓢𝓢𝓔𝓢. onyankopon.

ᰔᩚ . . .8.5k. fem!reader, lowercase intended, set in university, relationship building, barista!reader, football player/scholar!ony, fluff, strangers to lovers, cabin sex, oral ꒰ f.꒱ , kinda slow burn?, teasing, foreplay, some ass eating, choking, dirty talk, biting, pet names ꒰ ex. mama, ma, baby ꒱, usage of aave, size kink, spanking, dacryphilia, heavyy dirty talk, minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs + comments are appreciated. <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . took me absolutely forever to finish this fic so i hope yall rlly enjoy it. here’s some grown folk links. <3 visual. visual. visual. this is also ony’s redemption fic from the bullshit in why don’t you love me lmao.

you got it by bryson tiller thumped loudly from his airpod max’s, orangish-red leaves scattered and scrunching beneath his heavy black timberlands as he strolled along the sidewalk of the town heading to his destination; the cafe. a newfound obsession with the tranquility of studying there. the weather is fairly cold, a slight breeze making his nose wrinkle and sniffle, fighting any threat of sickness. this cozy little cafe was his haven, a place he escaped to when he needed to clear his head. or in this case, injure his brain by studying two weeks ahead of finals for the fall semester.

the warm aroma of brewed coffee and soft lo-fi music enveloped him once he pushed open the front door. the cafe is somewhat occupied, with very few seats stuffed with students gossiping or discussing daily topics of the world. the scent of freshly ground coffee beans and baked goods wafts through the air, his tummy growling at the allure. comfortable armchairs and plush sofas are arranged in cozy nooks, perfect for curling up with a book or engaging in intimate conversations. natural light streams in through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the space and highlighting the rich, earthy tones of the wooden decor. despite the bustling activity, the atmosphere remains relaxed and unhurried.

within his deepest of graces, he spots you behind the counter, a tug of a smile breaching onto his face. you’re moving around the cafe, refilling drinks, and chatting with regular customers. little did you know, your presence is a comforting constant in his increasingly chaotic life. clearing his throat, onyankopon approaches you.

“hey, handsome," you say with a warm smile, your voice smooth like honey. "it’s nice seeing your face. what can i get started for you today?"

as you speak, you continue expertly frothing milk for a customer's latte, the sound of the steam hissing filling the air between you. “hey, pretty. i’ll just take my matcha latte with one pump of syrup, cold foam, and cinnamon. lemme try the avocado toast with bacon today, please.”

“sure thing, love. the bacon is pork, will that be okay?” he watches the fluff of your falsies blink up at him, deep brown eyes glowing from the soothing lighting of the cafe, accentuating your features. freckles sprawled along the bridge of your nose, black hair styled in a cute pixie cut with soft waves. jewelry on your nose, ears, neck, and henna-tatted fingers. there’s red ink on the side of your neck of a dragon he always admired. full lips outlined with dark liner and smeared with gloss. a pretty little thing.

“yup, that’s cool,” he digs into his pocket for his phone, double clicking the button on the side to access his digital card as you tap quickly on the touchscreen to ring up his order.

“okay! your total’s g’na be twelve sixty-four.”

“thank you,” he nods appreciatively.

“i’ll bring it over to you when it’s ready.”

onyankopon’s making his way to his usual spot by the window, a comfy corner with views of brightly lit shops, couples holding hands, and trees dancing in the window. the sun had set, and the street lamps flicker on. he adjusted into his seat, pulling his sleek macbook from his black jansport backpack along with notebooks with different colors and sizes, a pen and pencil, and lots of sticky notes. in his palm where he held his iphone, he switches the music to his ‘unwind’ playlist, needing zero distractions.

the past two months have been tough for him. a lot of things happened that pushed him to second guess not only the way his life was playing out, but the people he chose to surround himself with. a lot of heavy influence gets to those who are weak and in desperate need of escape. he’s never been a big fan of peer pressure, and college is full of it. after winning the homecoming game, being betrayed by someone he had deep feelings for on top of getting into an almost-brawl. . a lot of things started altering the way he thought and carried himself. onyankopon’s always been a mature person. coming from a family of doctors, athletes, and gentle, loving parents. for the most part always laid back, concise, and respectful. so when people brought him out of character to become someone he wasn’t, it frustrated him and made him go into isolation mode where he did nothing but refocus on himself and his goals—leaving behind all the immature, childish shit.

glancing up from his laptop, he can hear you approaching, catching your gaze and giving a gentle smile as you set his beverage and food on the table, your eyes sparkling with kindness. “here you go, love.”

“thanks again.”

“you’re welcome.”

the vibrant green matcha mixture soothes him after he takes a well-needed sip, savoring the creamy texture and subtle bitterness. the hint of cinnamon adding a pleasant warmth that spreads through his chest. you always know just how to make his drink.

he’s always stuck in the cafe for about five hours, drowning in his studies. it’s become his routine now. right after practice he freshens up and makes his way over here. usually, when it’s short-staffed, he notices you closing the shop alone. as the hours tick by, the cafe gradually empties, leaving only a handful of people scattered throughout the space. he remains hunched over his laptop, concentration unwavering, but interrupted when he notices the lights beginning to dim, the soft jazz giving way to silence. realizing the cafe must be closing, he suddenly yawns, arms stretching above his head and shoulders rolling to release the tension from sitting in one spot. going to stand and gather his things, he spots you crouching behind the counter, wiping down surfaces, and organizing supplies.

“hey, need a hand wrapping things up? i didn't realize we were the last ones here."

your smile brightens as ony approaches, his tall frame looming over the counter. “oh, you don't have to do that, i can’t let you work for free.”

"nah, i insist. i can finish up. hand me a broom or sum,” he suggested, that charming smile making your heart flutter nonstop.

“okay, here,” you nod, retrieving a broom from the storage closet to hand him.

the soft swish of the broom against the hardwood floor provides a rhythmic accompaniment to the quiet intimacy of the moment. onyankopon steals glances at you, watching you count the register with a few peeps of your own, smiling to yourself when he notices. his face lights up, shaking his head as he maintains his focus on his chore. as he continues, you try your best to stop blushing, your attraction for this man strong ever since you laid eyes on him. the two of you never hung out. he attended your finance class and you’ve held a minor conversation, but that was all. of course, since he was the quarterback for the panthers, you’d catch a game now and then and see him. you didn’t do parties, mostly stayed to yourself.

considering his chaotic schedule, when he finally started coming into your job for drinks, that’s the best time to see him. he began as an acquaintance, having casual talks while doing your job. but then he started asking you about your day, complimenting your tattoos, giving you tips, calling you pretty . . now we’re here. you’re locking up the shop after cutting off the lights and calling it a night.

standing idly by, onyankopon’s got one hand on his backpack strap while the other nestled warmly into his black northface parka’s pocket. his teeth are pearl white as he smiles, a dimple on his cheek sinking in. it’s pure, and cute. his body is looming over your own, the moonlight casting across his chiseled features, emphasizing the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his dark eyes, your eyes glossing over the silver stud he has pierced into his left ear. a faint mustache above his dark, full lips and a small goatee on his chin. he’s attractive as hell.

“c’mon, lemme walk you to your dorm. it’s too dark out to be alone.”

the gentlemanly gesture sends a flutter through your chest, the cool air brisking over your face as you bury your chin into your cocoa brown scarf shyly. “okay.”

together, you stroll along the quiet campus path, your black telfar decorated with keychains stacked with hot wheels and sonny angels hitting against your thigh as you walk, arms folded. usually, you’re not a person to be nervous about speaking to a boy, but something about him felt completely different from others. he’s calm, respectful, and friendly. and not to be stereotypical, you figured he’d be the opposite considering he’s an athlete. their factors consist of being hard-headed, loud . . whores. granted, you didn’t fully know him as a person. it felt nice to flirt with someone grounded.

“so, got any plans for fall break?”

“nah, not much,” onyankopon shakes his head, wrinkling his nose. “i’m taking these two weeks to focus on studying for finals. my birthday’s coming up, so i'm sure my family has sum planned for me. i don’t care for it much.”

“like every man in the world,” you joke.

he chuckles. “yeah, i used to like all that party shit, but i ain’t in the mood for it, at least not now. i’m good for sum low key.”

“that's understandable. i’m not doing much for break besides thanksgiving. my family and i usually do it big. watch the game, get tipsy, shit like that.”

“yeah? maybe me and you can hang out then. i w’na talk to you more.”

a shy smile spreads across your face as you consider the possibility. "yeah, sure. i’d love to.”

the two of you depart after saying goodnight, ony making sure you’re safely into your dorm before leaving to sleep in his. days past and the routine continues. as the semester winds down, ony finds himself relying more and more on the comforting routine of visiting the cafe, knowing that amidst the chaos of finals prep, he can count on seeing you. your conversations grow longer, less about schoolwork and more about shared interests, inside jokes, and subtle flirtation. finally, the day arrives when he can breathe a sigh of relief. finals are done, and he’s aced his tests. that heavy weight on his chest dissipating. walking into the cafe, he’s greeted by the familiar warmth you bring, a smile spread over your face when you lock eyes.

"hey, you," he says, gripping the corners of the counter, shoulders popping forward as he arches over to find you searching for oat milk.

“heyyy,” you upturn your neck, the giddy on your face evident. “i figured you’d be on your way home by now, the campus is practically dead.”

his jaw shifts as he chews his gum, fresh peppermint flavor flowing through his nostrils. “wanted to come see you first. also to let you know that i passed my tests.”

you gasp, springing up in an excited leap. “oh my god, that’s so good, ony! congratulations.”

“thank you, love,” he bows his head appreciatively. “what about you? what’d you get?”

“hmm, did really well for microbiology. passed everything else but math. it’s never been my strong suit,” you pout, ony humming apologetically.

“it’s okay, as long as you did well for everything else, that’s still something to be proud of. i know you’ll get back up.”

you bat your lashes, digging your chin into your shoulder. “thanks, ony. you’re the sweetest. becoming a vet is harder than i thought, but i know i can do it.”

“good thing is we can finally relax, my brain's been fuckin’ killing me,” he rolls his neck, your eyes falling to the adam’s apple in his throat.

"literally. i'm definitely looking forward to some downtime. finals were brutal this semester.”

a sudden realization dawns on you, and you feel a rush of nervousness pass through. you’ve been wanting to ask him something, needing to express the feelings you’ve been harboring subtly. "listen, i was thinking ‘cause i remember you saying your parents are gonna be at a banquet for the holiday . . if you wanted to join me and my family for thanksgiving? my mom’s make the best everything ‘n there’s always leftovers.”

a slow, pleased smile spreads across his face at the invitation, eyes crinkling at the corners. "i’m down as fuck, that sounds good. your place sounds like a better alternative.”

you grin, twisting in your spot. “great, my mom’s would love to meet you. they’re very sweet. you have any allergies? i’ll make sure they’re careful.”

“nah, baby. i eat everything,” onyankopon responds, the rasp in his tone suddenly making your skin hot, his comment on top of the pet name abruptly short-circuiting your brain.

“ ‘kay,” you play it off, gathering yourself quickly from your perverted thoughts. “i’ll text you when they’re ready to have guests over.”

“cool. need me to bring anything? a pie? some drinks?”

“i like stella rosè.”

on the morning of thanksgiving, onyankopon arrives at your doorstep, a handful of red roses in one hand and your bottle of wine in the other. surprisingly, your parents wanted him to come over early, really so they could have a helping hand with prepping. he awaits in front of your house, a beautiful cape cod style surrounded by bushes and tall gates. he sees the silhouette of your shape approaching the door, pulling it open to find you smiling wide. ony clears his throat, scanning you from head to toe with adornment. you’re dressed in an espresso sweater dress with sheer tights and doc martens. there’s light makeup on your face, and you smell like tom ford’s lost cherry. the smell of pinewood and soulful music coming from within the home alongside laughter immediately has his brain conjuring up a future with you. you’re breathtaking, and you can say the same for him.

“hi,” you breathe out, gnawing at your darkly lined lips.

onyankopon’s attired in a black knit sweater that’s almost loosely fitted, his muscles daring to make it fit tightly. baggy, chocolate cargo pants, and black new balance 550s. a gold chain sits around his neck and a brown fossil outlet watch on his wrist. he smelled really good, dolce and gabbana’s the one lingering on his body. you could fall out, really.

ony extends the flowers for you to grab. “happy thanksgiving. i got these for you. you look real pretty.”

you giggle from how fast he rushed that sentence. “thank you, i love them. you look real good, too. come in.”

he takes a step inside, taking in the cozy atmosphere of your home. the aroma of roasting turkey and savory spices fills the air, marvin gaye’s ‘i want you’ bumping from the surround sound along with the thanksgiving parade playing soundly on the mounted television. you guide him through the archway, setting the roses into a vase at the entryway table before entwining his hand with yours and pulling him towards the grandeur kitchen. in it stands both of your mother’s, the clinking of wine glasses, and slow dancing. the sight makes ony’s heart thump, it’s adorable, to say the least. now he understands why you smile so much.

“mom’s! ony’s here!”

turning in your direction, the two women greet him with loving smiles, your birth mother gasping at his gorgeousness, placing a hand over her heart with bulging eyes. you already caught on to what she was thinking, shaking your head.

“oh my god, hi! you’re handsome!”

your birth mother is the spitting image of you, the thick, luscious blowout curls the only difference in appearance aside from tattoos. she’s petite like you are, brown eyes and earthy-like jewelry. a pale green hippy skirt and tight black long-sleeve her attire. her wife contrasts her perfectly with a slighter darker edge. tall, slim, forest green faux locs that graze her shoulders and full sleeve tats. dressed in a dark sweater like ony is, skinny jeans, and loafers. they looked like the richest, happiest couple.

after proper greetings and conversations, a few more family members pour into the home as hours pass, mingling in the living room to watch the football game. cheers and groans emanating from uncles as you and ony stand side by side in the kitchen fixing up the last dish for the table. you’re flirting more, leaving teasing touches as you work. sipping wine with your parents before they dispersed into another part of the house. the smell of apple pie baking in the oven, the slight buzz from the wine, and the warmth of everyone together makes him feel special. it felt intimate being here with you on such a special day. onyankopon turns to face you, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your face hot. unfortunately, something you won’t be able to change.

"can i ask you something?"

you pause mid-chop, turning to face him fully. his proximity makes you acutely aware of the space between you, the heat radiating off his body.

"sure, what's up?" your voice is a little softer than usual, butterflies in your stomach.

the kitchen had long cleared out, occasional bodies flowing in and out to dig in the fridge after waiting impatiently for food, but the way he stared at you made you feel like it was just the two of you. the abrupt sensation of his fingers caressing your cheek stuns you, his face inching closer while carefully observing the surroundings, flickering his eyes back to yours.

“ony?”

“i really like you,” the admission burns your stomach, his full lips brushing amongst yours erotically slow, damn near kissing you. it feels somewhat inappropriate given your family was around, but he kept it cute. he intakes air, sucking in your own before speaking again. “my parents gave me the keys to this cabin for my birthday. my dad has some kind of partnership with this guy or whatever. i want you to spend the weekend with me.”

the intensity of the moment makes you swallow. he’s so close to your face it makes you scared to back away. luckily, no one’s around. you could hear your own heart pound. hesitation sits in your chest. it sounds romantic, and of course you like him too, but a man asking you to come to a cabin in the woods with him seems a little . . scary? or maybe you’re being dramatic.

“u-uh, um . . a cabin? in the woods? i watch a lot of crime documentaries, mister,” you whispered, threatening jokingly to ignore the way he was making you feel.

he bursts out laughing at your comment, immediately putting you at ease. “pretty, i would never. you don’t have to say yes right away. i just thought it’d be a good way for us to spend more time together. have that low-key birthday i wanted. i promise i have no ulterior motive. scouts honor.”

you nod, biting your lip and cocking your head back to catch your breath. “yeah, i’ll think on it.”

“okay,” he pressed his forehead to yours, noticing you were deliberately trying to move back. “your mood changed. what you thinkin’, ma?”

“thought you were g’na kiss me,” you admit, picking at the hem of your dress.

“you want me to kiss you? i was waitin’ on you,” ony replies slyly, licking his lips.

a thumb comes up to trace the line of your jaw before he’s finally pressing his full lips to yours, and it’s deep. jaw locking and bottom lip falling to catch your own in a passionate, slow kiss. your hips prickle with heat the instant his hand goes to squeeze you there, ony breathing you in while covering your mouth with his. he’s inhaling the air from you, your hand coming up to cup his jaw to pull him away, the disconnect leaving both of you breathless. he licks your gloss off his lips with a clench of his jaw and dilated pupils.

“hey, what y'all doin’ in here?” your mother's voice interrupts, ony pulling away to hide the smirk on his face.

you step back, trying to compose yourself as your mother enters the kitchen. momentarily, you're at a loss for words. you offer a casual shrug. “just chatting, mom. nothing too serious.”

she observes the two of you, squinting her eyes knowingly. “unh huh. my pasta salad done?”

“yes ma’am. i’ll pop it in the fridge right now,” onyankopon speaks up, holding up the huge serving bowl proudly.

“aweee, such a sweetie bean,” she coed. you roll your eyes. “we can start gathering to eat. g’na say a prayer then dig in ‘cause i’m starving and my body hurt.”

you and ony share a glance before he bumps your shoulder, laughing in sync.

dinner goes more than well. your entire family adored ony, and it put this feeling in your chest that goes far beyond just a crush. everyone crowds the long dining table, passing food while conversing and laughing. he felt comfortable, and more than anything, safe. sitting next to you, he holds your hand under the table, and after everyone’s tummies are full, leftovers are taken and goodbyes are said, that’s when you and ony find yourselves sitting peacefully on a hammock out back to watch the stars.

“i’d love to come to the cabin with you.”

and just like that, the next day hits, and he’s pulling up to your house in his black jeep wrangler waiting for you to come out. when he sees you, his chest warms up like clockwork, your nike duffle bag packed heavy as you wave excitedly, comfortably dressed in a blood-red tube top, gray sweatpants, uggs, and a black hoodie. the weather wasn't too bad today, warm enough for you to only hold your coat. onyankopon hops out of the car to properly greet you, his brooding body in a simple black crewneck, sweats, and a matching hoodie.

“hi, pretty. you look gorgeous,” he lowers his head to kiss your cheek, taking your bag from you to carry to the truck.

you giggle, raising your brow. “in sweats ‘n oversized clothing?”

“your face is everything i need to see, mama.”

you smile. “you love to call me that.”

“you don’t like it? i can stop,” he says seriously.

“no, i love it. it’s very endearing.”

“mhm. c’mon, the cabin awaits!” ony exclaims, following you to the vehicle to hold open the door for you.

you slide into the passenger seat, feeling the supple leather conform to your body as you buckle up, the scent of black ice engulfing the truck. after tossing your bag in the backseat, he settles in beside you, giving you a wink as you giggle and kick your feet together.

“ready?” he asks.

“ready.”

the anticipation builds with each passing mile, the promise of a romantic escape bubbling in your stomach. the woods are dense, driving further away from civilization. hold on by the internet plays quietly from the car's speaker, air blowing in from the tiny cracks of the window. the scent he gives makes you sink comfortably into your spot, seat pulled back with your knees to your chest and a book on your lap as your soothing voice reads sentences aloud to him, his interest in the african mythology cultivating.

"keep going," he urges, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he navigates the winding roads. the rhythmic cadence of your voice is like music to his ears, and he relishes every syllable spoken, available hand gripping onto your thigh.

the ride carries on for almost two hours, and the tranquility of each other's presence is palpable. as he reaches the top of the hill, ony kills the engine, sitting back into his seat while the two of you admire the area. it’s quaint, trees enveloping the dark oak cabin, the sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. the cabin's exterior exudes rustic charm, but the inside is sleek and modern. polished hardwood floors, a small kitchen, a two-seat table, and a large window that overlooks the surrounding forest with a queen-sized bed pushed up against it. there's a walk-in rainfall shower with multiple jets, and a fire pit directly outside where you were dying to make s’mores. it’s like a mini home, and you both loved it.

the night air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and wood smoke as you lounge on the outside chairs, firelight dancing across your faces. after settling in, the two of you ran to a small grocery store in town to get a few things ony could throw on the grill. seasoning the burgers and chicken skewers together before playing music from your speaker and watching him work. he sips a beer, a few specks of sweat on his forehead but luckily as it got dark, the coolness dried them away.

“y’know, i always think about the possibility of being mauled by wolves when i come up here.”

stopping from taking a sip out of your drink, you stare blankly at him. “now why the hell would you put that in my head.”

“my bad, my intrusive thoughts got to me. i promise there aren’t any around here. it gives real forks washington vibes up here.”

“not a twilight reference,” you giggle. “you don’t give me someone who’s into stuff like that.”

“whatttt, girl bye. team jacob all the way,” he playfully sways his hand, cracking a smile from your outburst of a laugh, playfully pushing at his arm.

the weather began to grow colder, onyankopon noticing the sluggishness in your tone as you speak, eyes low meaning it was time for bed. he let’s you head inside while he tidied up, the tranquility of you snuggled up in bed closest to the window sprawled out as he quietly cleans the dishes makes him smile. not long after he brushes his teeth and cuts off all the lights, he slides into the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling his face within the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as you snore lightly.

as the morning approaches, the two of you awaken to find yourselves entwined with one another. legs tangled and skin close to skin. the morning light filters through the glass window, casting a soft glow over the entire cabin and your bodies. you softly mewl, not wanting to move an inch, savoring the comforting scent of his body and the warmth of his pressed against yours.

the two of you lay in bed for another hour, occasionally in and out of sleep before onyankopon makes a suggestion of starting the day with a hike to enjoy the nature. after getting ready and dressing comfortably, the two of you stroll along the winding trail, the path following through dense forests, trees filtering some of the sunlight and casting dappled shadows on the ground beneath your feet.

the silence is comfortable, punctuated only by the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds as onyankopon holds your hand in his, swinging your arms and giggling like lovesick teenagers. as the trees thin out, then reveals a sparkling lake in the distance. you gasp at the sight of a waterfall beating down on rocks, the lake flowing heavily. it feels just like a disney film.

you’ve noticed something about ony. he was extremely affectionate in ways of kisses and hugs, currently holding your face within his palms to press his lips to yours, the soothing sound of the waterfall in the background making this all perfect. outside of that, he wasn’t super physical in terms of intimate touch. from his end, he’s afraid to do anything that would perceive him differently. he genuinely enjoyed your company, your personality, and you overall. physical intimacy was the last thing on his mind, but you wanted that from him including everything else. part of you didn’t want to blatantly say it, more so wanting him to make the first move so you could feel that pull from him.

he breaks away from the kiss, staring at your face intensely for a few seconds, wondering what’s on his mind. clearing his throat he says, “let’s go make some breakfast.”

after a nice breakfast of classic scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and home fries, you spend the afternoon engaging in cute activities such as painting. you’d brought some of your crafts figuring it’d be a nice way to connect more. a paint and sip date. your playlist titled cocoa butter streams out of your speaker, playing mellow rnb tunes while you sip on stella rose and unwind. this was what he needed. he feels like he spent so much time thinking toxicity was necessary in a relationship to keep it alive. but being in this moment with you, coloring with crayons in a spider-man book while you paint on construction paper, listening to music and yapping about whatever — he felt happy.

ony finishes a random portrait he drew after getting tired of the coloring book, drawing you a giant pink heart with vines and roses, sliding it towards you shyly, and hiding his face. you laugh at his reaction, praising him for how good it looks and giving him a kiss on the cheek, telling him you’d admire it forever, even frame it.

hours slip by unnoticed, the two of you now standing side by side in the small kitchen to cook dinner. you decided on something simple; ribeye steak and broccolini. a voice in your head tells you to make ony feel more at ease with you, even if he did. caressing his arm as he sears the steaks, resting your head on the hollow of his back and chatting. you even guide him to grab your waist as you prepare a chimichurri sauce to pour over the steak. little things to give him a sign that it was okay.

once the night began to die down, ony opted to clean up since check out was in the morning. as he tidied up, you decided to take a shower to wash off the steak smell and grease on your clothing and skin. classic oldies still play lowly from your speaker, finding himself humming along to ‘good luck charm’ by jagged edge as he wipes down the stove with cleaner. ony turns his head when he hears a thud, a silent cuss, and a painful whine from you following.

he raised his head in curiosity, wanting to make sure you were okay. “aye, you good?”

he didn’t mean to push the door further open given it was cracked to make sure the bathroom wouldn’t fully fog up. but his elbow hits the door and he catches a glimpse of your entire figure. hot steam illuminating your skin and swirling around you like a mystical aura, water enhancing the pigment of your skin.

“ah, shit . . my fault. sorry,” he stumbles out, ducking his head to block his view of you.

“it’s okay!” you softly announced. “just dropped my bar, it hit my toe but i'm okay!”

“coo’, coo’. ”

clearing his throat, he closes the door to give you privacy, rubbing the back of his neck before tossing his head back and sighing. instead of letting his mind run, he jerks his attention back to the task at hand, tidying up the rest of the area. once the cabin is spotless, onyankopon gets comfortable in bed, waiting for you to finish in the bathroom so he can have his turn. when you exit, the room is filled with an awkward silence, the noticeable tension palpable.

ony catches you standing at the doorway, only dressed in one of his shirts. he’s lying on his back in the bed, legs spread as he holds the mythology book in his hands. turning to face you, he looks at you curiously, the sudden darkness in your eyes making his dick ache. he lays the open book flat on his chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“what’s wrong?” ony asks, but your silence remains, biting at your lip before glancing at his toned v-line. only one thing on your mind. “talk to me, mama.”

swallowing, you fold your arms in front of you, toes indented atop your other foot. “i . . noticed you haven’t really touched me the way i want you to.”

you didn’t mean to say it with insecurity, having this stupid feeling that he didn’t want you in a way you thought he did. obviously that wasn’t true, you just needed him to physically be infatuated with you.

ony sits up, confusion etched into his features, immediately attending to your needs. his hands resting on his knees as he looks at you intently. "i’m sorry if it came off like that. i just didn’t want you to think of me that way. like, i didn’t want you to think that’s the only reason i wanted to bring you up here.”

“oh . . .” you bite your lip, feeling a mixture of relief and higher attraction. “that’s sweet of you, i appreciate you for being a gentleman. i don’t know, i had this stupid thought that maybe you were holding back because. . well, because you weren't sexually attracted to me." you admit quietly, chest tightening at the possibility.

the look on his face looks painful, like he was in disbelief that you could even say such a thing. ony stands immediately, the quickness almost scaring you as he approaches you with an intense demeanor. glaring up at his towering figure, you gasp when he backs you up against the wall, his nose molding to yours.

"never that.”

ony inhales sharply, your scent intoxicating him. he brushes his lips against your earlobe as he whispers, "i am so fuckin' attracted to you,” his hands roam around your hips, fingers softly indenting in the soft flesh covered by fabric. his touch makes your face heat up and the throb between your thighs worse, his lips trailing down to hover over your own. "i was scared, yeah, but not because i don't want you. it's ‘cause i want you too fuckin’ much."

mewling, you drunkenly press your chest to his, your horniness on top of the few glasses of wine in your system craving him horribly. it’s bad the thoughts you’ve been having. his knee finds its way between your legs where you press yourself down slightly, dragging your hand to grip the back of his neck and he copies by doing the same.

“i w’na fuck you,” you mumble against his lips, kissing him gently, the soft peck growing rougher when you go for another one and this time it sounds wet. “you w’na fuck me too?”

ony grunts, his fingers digging into your hips harder as he grinds himself against your stomach. “fuck yes, mama. ima show you how bad i want you.”

finally, he captures your mouth in a kiss, lips smacking with greedy attention. moaning into each other's mouths in heat, your shirt raising high as his hands smooth along your body, aching to touch the softness of your skin. rubbing the sides of your thighs before sliding them to your ass where he gropes and spanks you, a sound you’ve never made before falling from you when his fingers spread your ass cheeks apart with a bit of your pussy.

groaning in your mouth, he goes to grab your wrists and pins them above your head, raising you higher to grind his hips against your pussy, feeling the outline of him in his sweats. ony kisses your neck, open mouthed and following with tongue after gently nipping at your skin with his teeth. you feel like you’re going to faint from how aroused you were.

he breaks his mouth away after a few minutes, gazing down at you with lust-filled eyes. "gotta get you naked, mama. need to feel that pussy on me.”

with a swift motion, he drags the shirt you wear above your chest, maintaining the grip he has on your wrists, his gaze devouring every inch of your curves.

“fuck,” he utters, groaning before opening his mouth to lick and suck at your tits, gasping and grinding as you push yourself closer to him. each suck is lewd, loud in the quiet space, pulling your areolas into his mouth and sliding his tongue between the valley.

his mouth comes back to your neck, kissing once more before he’s fully pulling off the fabric so you’re completely bare. picking you up, he carries you towards the bed, giggling as he lays you onto the plush mattress, instantly bending you over and rubbing his hands over your ass after climbing behind you. reaching under your left thigh with his forearm, he drags your body on the bed so you’re facing the headboard, pressing the dip of your back further down, clothed dick against your core.

“can you show her to me, baby?” ony whispers, licking his lips as he lowers his face, your back arching and ass high up. his palm lands on it, a whimper flowing from you, expressing a needy pout on your lips.

“mm hm,” you nod, goosebumps on your skin. his voice makes your clit throb harder.

onyankopon inhales sharply as your hand reaches under yourself to spread your folds apart with two of your fingers, pussy drenched and waiting for his mouth to eat it. your hips stir in desperation as you rub at your clit, waiting for him to hurry. his jaw clenches, humming to himself as the ache in his dick grows painful, leveling his face and covering your pussy with his mouth. your hand drops, ony resting his wrist in your palm you grip as your mouth falls open. brows furrowed, he grunts and drags his tongue along your slit, savoring your taste as your wetness sticks to your thighs like honey. the vibrations from his throat causes you to clench, shakily moaning and softly rocking your ass back on his face, the scratch of his facial hair making you wetter.

"ony, shitt,” you moan, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he devours you. "like that, baby.”

he’s leaving heavy licks and targeted flicks against your clit, his nose nudges your perineum, suckling your folds into his mouth before grunting and digging for your nub, flattening his tongue and rocking his head up and down along with each of your movements. moans break out in shudders, ony trailing his free hand to slowly spank you in iterations, juices coating his chin, your voice getting louder.

“ooh, fuck mama. that’s what you needed, right? you like my tongue?” the harsh licks of ony’s tongue urges your toes to curl, throwing your ass back on his face in a quicker pace, thighs shaking violently.

“unh h-huh, baby — yess.”

"you taste so muhfuckin’ good," he growls, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. "love having this pretty pussy in my fuckin’ mouth."

you cry out in ecstasy, hips bucking wildly as ony dips his tongue inside you relentlessly. your shoulders fall into the bed as you reach back to grab the top of his head, soft textured waves on your palm as you pull him deeper into your heat. combinations of squeals and whines spewing as he curls it within you while kissing your folds with his thick lips. "f-fuck, ony! t-there, oh my god don’t — mmgh stop!"

“stop?” he hums condescendingly, spanking you again. now he’s reaching under to lock his forearms on your thighs and lifting you up so you’re sitting on his face while he raises up on his knees.

“n-noo,” fisting the sheets, your mouth remains open as he lifts you like a dumbbell at the gym and rocks you up and down on his face, your slickness mixed with his salvia trailing down your mound to the pudge of your tummy. “ony. you eat it so good. s’too good.”

“ooh, you my bad girl,” ony hissed, landing a hard smack on your ass again, sliding his tongue over your puckered hole, refusing to miss a spot tasting you. “you turn me on so much you bad fuckin’ girl.”

he’s almost got you in a full sixty-nine position, your stomach touching the abs on his body, the heat radiating onto you. you grab his thigh, the blood rushing to your head and you feel yourself getting dizzy.

“onya,” whimpering, you crawl forward so you can breathe, escaping his aggressive hold on you, not wanting you to move but allowing you to.

“come taste it off me.”

his love taps on your thigh ease you, flipping yourself onto your back to pick yourself up. you crawl to him, eyes low and kissing his stomach, working your way up to his neck and then his mouth, molding his lips with yours. moaning, you suck on his lips greedily, taking your hands to tug down his sweats on either side of his hips, gasping when his dick smacks his thigh. you break the kiss, his eyes damn near shut as he glares at you, keeping back a grin as you stare in between where you meet to see the heavy girth of his dick. it’s curved downwards from the weight of it, two toned at the base and an angry vein wide on the side.

“mmm,” you audibly moan, brows furrowing and lips pouting. it’s obvious how horny you were by the expressions you make.

ony grabs your ass when you don’t waste any time spitting on it from where you stand, hitting his base and taking your hand to spread it over him. twisting your palm around the tip and grabbing his neck with your other hand, watching each other, concentrating on the noise of you stroking his dick.

“spit on it,” you plead softly, lips kissing his, biting his bottom.

the stir in his stomach is something he hadn’t felt in a while, finding himself obeying you, lowering his head slightly to spit over his own dick, covering your fingers and pumping your fist faster. your hand instinctively tightens around his neck when he latched his mouth on yours, biting at the flesh and dragging his tongue along your skin. you pull him in, moaning in his ear while he moans on your neck. his tongue is fat, tracing every inch of your skin with noises erupting deep within his throat, kissing and sucking and it makes you insanely wet.

“lemme beat that pussy, ꒰♡꒱. lemme take it.”

the eye contact is deadly, ony growing impatient and pining you on your back. with your head nestled between full feathered pillows, you raise your knees to your chest without help, opening yourself to him and dragging your acrylics down the front of his muscular thighs after he tosses his sweatpants fully off.

ony goes to grab behind your neck, pressing his mouth to yours once more, tapping the head of his dick on your clit a few times before rubbing it against your folds and ever so slowly sinking into you. both of you gasp in sync, ony keeping his hand around the base as he thrusts steadily to let you adjust. he’s pushing in halfway before pulling out and slipping in further. removing his hand, he groans with his head tossed back. locking his hand on the back of your left knee to fully pin your leg to the bed, your stomach caving in from the fullness he gives you, biting your lip hard.

“talk to me, lemme know when it’s safe.”

you can tell he’s trying to hold back, pushing his hips forward till they’re touching yours. you whine pathetically, feeling so good just from minimal strokes. your pussy flutters around him with praise, watching him disappear entirely inside of you and come back out coated in your arousal.

“i’m good,” pawing at his chest, you silently beg for him to bring his body closer, needing his skin on yours.

ony rests his chest on yours, noses mushed together as he locks your smaller frame beneath him, the hand behind your neck now clasping your throat where blushes of purple begin to form. the pretty waves of your pixie cut grows disheveled from this heat that you go into when he starts fucking you rough. the nasty slosh of your pussy drenching his dick in the quiet cabin. only mellow music playing and the disgusting grunts and filthy moans you equally make in each others faces.

ony’s hips smack into yours relentlessly, his jaw wide as he breathlessly grunts while pressing his forehead to yours. squeezing his eyes shut while yours weakly fail to stay open, drunk on his dick as he fucks you harder the louder you get.

“f-fuck, onyaa, shitt. feel so good.”

“ooh, it does for me too. shit, it does for me too,” his voice cracks, a throaty hum he releases vibrating against your chest.

“your dick is s-so . . . big,” you cry out, voice becoming unrecognizable from how broken it is. every pound makes you vocally recite, its needy, and its sexy as fuck. ony can’t bare to hear it, fearing he’d bust too quickly from how you sound alone.

“shit, girl,” ony shakily inhales before laying his palm over your mouth to muffle you, his eyes scrolling into the back of his skull as he balanced himself on the tips of his toes and drives his dick into you harder. “ugh, fuuck, fuck fuck.”

screaming in his palm, you somehow get so loud it didn’t matter if he gagged you quiet. your tongue lolls out on his hand, eyes crossed and breathing heavily. you hold on to his arm, chest bouncing from every hard hit, sticky skin clapping and the feeling of ony in your stomach completely fogs up your brain.

“sloppy ass fuckin’ pussy. pretty ass face, too baby. fuck, gimme this shit. shit talkin’ to me ‘n takin’ my dick so good.”

turning your head to the side, you break away from his palm on your mouth, collecting air in harsh pants and crying out his name in long streams.

“say that shit again, ma’.”

sniffling, you claw at his strong waist, helping him fuck you by yanking him forward, curling your toes and straightening your legs so your pussy clamps tighter around him when they nearly reconnect.

“onyaaa.”

“mm hmm. atta girl.”

keeping your legs to your stomach, they bury the sight of your face, onyankapon entwining his fingers on top of your head that he cradles, holding your face to his chest as he fucks you harder. he sounds ridiculously sexy, growling in the air as you hold the back of his thighs and jerk beneath him from the intensity of his aggression. grinding his dick in you, pressing on the spongy spot deep inside and you can instantly feel the warmth of nearing your orgasm.

“c-cumminn’, ony . . . fuck.”

“cum on this dick, mama. get it all over me.”

it was by far the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your entire life. the aggressive pulse on your clit as you cum, tightening on his dick which he feels it all. the broken symphonies of whines streaming along with pleasurable sobs. it felt so goddamn good.

“good girl, you so pretty when you cum.”

the drunken smile on your face makes ony smile back, kissing your forehead before lifting himself off of you. inhaling, he regains his composure, lifting your ankle to kiss before he’s turning you on your stomach and shoving a pillow under to toot you up at a good angle.

you manage to snort when he kisses the back of your neck, feeling ticklish. his kisses follow down the path of your spine, the tingles in your hips and chest arise again, grinding your ass back when his mouth finds its way there again. nipping at your ass cheeks gently with his teeth. “love all of you, baby. hold that pretty ass open for me.”

“yes, baby.”

the muscles in the back of your shoulders dance as you reach behind yourself to spread your ass apart for him to see, gasping softly when you feel a glob of spit hit your hole and trail down your entrance.

“yeah, keep ‘em there.”

the fat tip of his dick slides it’s way back into you, ony’s brows knitting together as he watches the ring of your cunt grip on him after he pulls back. your black stilettos look good on the pigment of your skin, looking back at him deviously, dark lashes with spikes on the bottom row batting in slow motion it felt like. you kiss your own shoulder, humming elatedly when he begins to fill you up with his whole dick, pouty lips parting to moan softly.

dawn was near, the light in the sky beaming into the glass windows overtime and over your gorgeous figure. his feelings for you grow stronger. he needed you in his life. needed you crying on his dick forever. needed to kiss you all the time and even laugh like idiots. his head was filled with multiple layers of emotions. you could hear the birds chirp outside as ony lifts his body in push-up form to slam into you with all the strength he had left.

your hands stay where they are, body knocking down from every rough, steady, and needy pound. your skin hitting his loudly, ony choking on his moans while you whimper his name.

“g’na fuckin’ . . bust, baby. you want dis’ nut?”

“i want it. do it, ony. i want you.”

“you want me?” he heaves.

“mhm, want you.”

wrapping his forearm around you neck, he drops his weight on you, rutting into you, easing his pace when he finally feels that buildup rush in his abdomen. balls jumping and quickly sliding his dick out to nut over your ass, shooting out in long strings of white up to your backside. onyankopon drags out a grunt, fisting his dick and pumping it to get out every ounce, tightening his palm towards the head and patting your ass with it.

smiling, you drop your arms and bring them to the pillow your head rests on, gripping tight and nuzzling your face into it. ony kisses your cheek, lingering for a few seconds before he’s picking himself up to head to the bathroom to retrieve a warm soapy washcloth. he cleans himself up with a separate one before slipping on his sweats again when he comes back.

you feel the dip in the bed where he sits, his hand on the middle of your back he rubs soothing circles into while proceeding to clean you up with the rag. he took everything out of you, turning your head in his direction to watch him with lazy eyes.

ony clears his throat, smoothing his hand over his waves. “was that . . good for you? you enjoyed it, yeah?”

his anxiousness made you giggle, nodding slowly. “i enjoyed it. yeah. did you?”

“i think i enjoyed it too much,” he admits, swallowing before giving you that serious stare again, wondering what else he had to say. “you were serious about wanting me, like for real?”

you blink, feeling yourself grow extremely tired, but wanting to give him reassurance. “mm hm, i want you.”

and that makes his heart warm, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you try your hardest to fight sleep.

“yeah. i want you too, mama.”

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