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[atinystaypixie]

Random hc of being Ony's hyperfemblack!wife

You getting spoiled way to much but Ony who doesn't mind because his girl deserves the universe and more

Ony who can never have enough pictures and videos of you on his phone because he is quick to show you off at any chance you recording little maintenance vlogs for your photo shoots together

Ony who just loves you so much and never want to not see you smile

Ony being the only one to help you handle your emotions and make you feel better because he knows you can't help but be so emotional "Shh baby tell me what's wrong" "What happened ma why you look so upset"

Picks you up if you try to walk away from him when you're upset

Ony letting you decorate bc you're helping each other create your dream lives and that included giving you your dream pinterest house and closet lmao

You being the only one who gets to see Ony's soft side after you spent forever trying to get through to him like he put you through the worst when you first started talking but now he makes up for it every day and you brag about it to yourself because it took you forever to get him to that point

You not being any better in the beginning of your relationship those half assed ‘situationships’ could never prepare you for your relationship with Ony your the reason ony’s patience and trust for you is as high as it is

You two giving golden retriever and black cat energy Ony doesn’t look like he likes anyone and doesn’t but is the sweetest ever once you really get to know him especially to you and you looking the sweetest on the outside but you’re are worse then people think Ony is

Ony supporting you through everything and you doing the same even if you don't know exactly what he's doing you trust him

You walking around wrapped in a robe or one of many blankets almost everyday bc your always cold until Ony caught on buying you hoodies and jackets in his size just to see how cute you look when they cover so much more of your body than his

Ony giving you all the hugs kisses and praises he can because he knows you fiend off his attention and will throw the worst fits when you don't get it

You holding onys two fingers instead of his hand bc he's so big

Ony who lifts double your weight on a bad day this and just picks you up and you love it until he pisses you off "Put my ass down now" you shout trying to push him away "Why you not talking to me ma what's wrong" "Boy fuck you" "We gotta work on the mouth of yours" "Ony put me down" You laughed as he carried you to your bedroom “Don’t laugh now” “Baby I’m sorry” “I don’t want to hear none of that ma”

You absolutely loving Ony and the life you've built together

You're only piece of gold jewelry is an anklet with an 'o' charm and you refuse to take off even after he offered to get it in silver

Buying Ony just as many if not more flowers then he buys you

Ony and you having two dogs that are your babies. Ony's being some big 'scary' dog like a black pit bull that absolutely adores you and your a cute little brown toy poodle that Ony tries not to trip over bc they follow him almost as much as you follow him

You and Ony would have different "rooms" that would be your own space yours would be in the attic and he would have his in the basement but you two would still have your bed room

Ony never letting you know what he does for work but he keeps you safe and happy so you push your suspensions aside

You and Ony being the cutest together like your head over heels for him and he completely adores you

You being onys entire world and universe sun and all with the brightest smile on your pretty face and biggest heart

You both having to learn to love but know you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives so you push through the rough patches

Ony cooks and you bake

Ony doing the bathroom, dish, taking out the trash, fixing things, lawn work, bills, bugs, ect

You organizing, decorates, takes care of the dogs, cleans laundry, houses maintenance, groceries, ect

You and Ony who spoil each other rotten and love it

You doing Ony's hair and it's just a cute moment between you two every few weeks one of you will set up the bathroom before going to get the other then you'll sit on the sink with him in front of you most off the time it's quiet as Ony watches you concentrate

You rarely buying Ony gifts because you're always making something for him

You never being able to get enough of Ony

You have the prettiest garden with flowers herbs and fruits that you somehow managed to scared the dogs away from and plug!Ony will some times ask for help when growing his weed

- smut

Definitely the daddy dom of your my dreams he can be the sweetest softest dom ever or the scariest brat tamer but a pleasure dom either way

You almost being apillow princess bc Ony loves being the one to make you cum just by using you but you knowing how to suck it off the bone and neither of you can resist having him down your throat

You being a sweetheart but when you aren’t you can get a horrible attitude and smart mouth only Ony can handle because he knows how to keep your mouth full

Ony can't help but come inside of you so he pays for your birth control

Ony's 's so big and strong and so so big especially compared to you and you love it just the thought turns you on like just looking up at him while you standing next to him maybe holding his fingers and all you can do is squeeze your legs together

Ony fucking you in his hoodies

His voice is music to your ears but His praise will make you're eyes roll back and brain go dumb every time "Fuck you're so good baby just like that" "There you go ma"

You calling him daddy bc what is an Ony

Being each other's biggest eaters

Ony will pick you up and carry you away to your bedroom when he needs you and when you need him you’ll wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist or you’ll straddle his lap until he eventually gets it

You are definitely kinker then ony hands down and has to teach him things like

You liking soft intimate sex and Ony who fucks you so hard you go dumb almost every time And somehow he always knows which one you need

[atinystaypixie]

biker geto suguru x black hoochie mama reader

warnings: fingerfucking, soft dom sugu, he’s a tease, sugu has a big dick, but we knew this!

a/n: this man is so fine i need him neow.

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Life has always treated you so well, beyond well, in fact. You resided in one of Atlanta’s finest lofts, debt-free at 23 despite recently graduating from college. Even though you have your own income, your generous parents still send you a fat check every week or so. You had men constantly begging on their knees to fund your entire existence, and on the occasion, women, too. Everything you wanted simply came to you with no trouble. 

You wanted that cute brown skin man with the waves that you saw at the grocery store? He already has your number. You want that pretty ’90s hairstyle you saw in a vintage magazine? You were already on your way to go get it done. You want to change your dramatic nails, even though you just got them done two days ago, because you found another style you want more? Who can deny you? It’s your world. 

Was it manifestation? Who knows. The one thing you do know is that the world hands you everything on a pure gold platter.

Popularity followed you whenever you went, but who could blame you? You were the epitome of everything sexy. From the way your rose-colored wedges beautifully complement your flawless white toes against your dark skin to how your denim mini skirts hug your curves and accentuate your figure, and your tops, or mainly bikini tops, enhance your boobs so well that they could make a grown man cry. 

Had you been an adult woman in the 90s instead of being a high-maintenance child, you might have been a star, perhaps even one of the most iconic video vixens. However, that title belongs to your momma. The OG.

She was the sought-after beauty every top rapper wanted for their music videos. From Snoop Dogg to 50 Cent, Lil Wayne to Jay Z, Biggie - she lit up screens. She even brought fire to the feud between Tupac and Biggie when she appeared in the latter’s video. You’re almost sure that lady even told you about how Pac was nearly your father before she met your dad. And you, like the little minx you were, lived up to her status.

Now, you weren’t in those modern-day rap videos of the pretty big booty woman shaking their ass on camera. Your momma raised you to have more class than that. She taught you that your ass isn’t the biggest asset you have to offer, figuratively. Your face is, the way you make people feel is, the way you seduce people is. 

That resulted in you appearing in a few music videos where the artist expressed love for someone, as those typically featured the camera focused on one girl. And that girl was you. Those got you the recognition your momma had. Those got men practically lining up to pay all your bills, those got plentiful women dying to either be you or be with you.

Your reputation preceded you; you were exceptional, operating on a different level altogether. Your complexion was flawless, your lips rich and full, and your eyes possessed a captivating allure that could weaken anyone with just one glance. You were taught to always go after the best because you are the best. 

So, what the hell was your ass doing walking around in Oakland City? Wearing your ripped undercut booty shorts, which showed more booty than shorts, along with a vintage Dior top you borrowed stole from your momma, complete with a matching purse.

Your flower sandals from Dolce & Gabbana made such a powerful tapping sound, combined with the multiple pieces of gold adorning your wrists, ears, and neck, that everyone you passed couldn’t help but look to see just who it was, and they were definitely not disappointed.

You’re not stupid. You wouldn’t dream of entering one of the most dangerous areas of your hometown without protection. Your bedazzled gold pepper spray and your fully loaded Beretta Nano 9mm pistol in your purse, itching to be used if someone tries you.

They wouldn’t dare, though. Your momma wasn’t the only legendary figure in your family. Your dad ran one of the leading crime families in all of Atlanta, dealing with heavy drugs, counterfeiting, and smuggling illegal things across borders. He was feared just as equally as he was respected. 

Messing with you? Your pops would send their family a well-decorated package with their son on a shirt. The last man that cheated on you was a prime example. You couldn’t feel bad for him, though, you did warn him.

To answer your earlier inquiry, which has been nagging at you since you parked your Toyota GR Supra Coupe at a motel five blocks away from the neighborhood, you were there to buy drugs. Weed, more specifically. You could have asked your father, but you really weren’t up for hearing his opinion on how he believes you smoke too much. So you go to the next best thing, Satoru Gojo. 

Since your dad was focused on dealing with harder drugs, he didn’t bother with substances like shrooms or anything related to weed. He considered himself too old for that and delegated the task to his second in command and your friend since birth, Satoru. You quicken your pace, heels tapping rapidly as you approach one of his many houses. You’re almost there. 

He has some of the best shit in the A, but whenever you ask him how he does it,

“I just sell it, Sis. My best friend does all the hard stuff,” 

You would always roll your pretty eyes at this because this supposed best friend he always bragged about was never around. At first, you believed he fibbed about having a best friend out of embarrassment, suspecting that you were the only one who could tolerate his antics.

But you saw glimpses, small ones. A fine leather jacket hanging off his dining room chair that you know Satoru wouldn’t wear. A motorcycle helmet standing tall on the side of his kitchen counter. Your suspicions proved unfounded as your gaze shifted to a sleek, blacked-out MTT 420 Turbine Superbike as you approached Toru’s driveway. 

You know damn well that can’t belong to Satoru. Your movements stop once you knock harshly on the door. You catch the faint sound of a random trap song playing through it. You can’t help but smile, amused by how predictably cliché this white-haired man-child can be. Trap music at a trap house.

Your smile fades as you’re met with a cold glare from a short, thick, light-skinned girl wearing a blonde wig. Studying her features further, you can’t help but acknowledge her prettiness. But the minute she opened her mouth, you were annoyed.

“And, who the fuck you is?” She snaps loudly, the gum she’s chewing matching her obnoxiousness. She’s too pretty for this.

“Girl, bye.” You push past her, causing her to stumble slightly, as you march into the house. Maybe she was about to say something, but you didn’t stick around to find out. With your back turned to her, you catch Satoru muttering softly and glancing past you, “Don’t even try it.” 

She sucks her teeth in annoyance, slamming the door behind her as she heads back to the couch where Satoru, another man, and three other girls are seated. Wait- another man? 

You glance back at the couch again, only to steady your hands on the wall you were leaning on. Woah. This man was so fine that he almost made your legs give out on you. The fuck?

His face was so pretty. Sharp black eyes and the longest hair you’ve ever seen on a man. The wife beater he wore clung tightly to his perfect skin, so much so that you could make out that he had nipple piercings. Woah. The tattoos trailing up both of his muscular arms had you ready to remind yourself to just fucking breathe. He sported washed black Chrome Heart jeans, and the pretty cross peeking from his waistband gave it away. 

This man was looking at you, more like undressing you with his eyes. And you couldn’t look away.

“You can’t be knocking on my door like that Sis, I almost thought you were the feds.” Satoru hums, though he really wasn’t worried. He knew the feds couldn’t hold him for long; he had too much money for that. You quickly glance at him and roll your eyes. When you shift your gaze away from Toru, you turn back to the man who has yet to introduce himself to you.

As if he could read your mind, he rises from his seat, his towering height catching you off guard, and he saunters almost sensually towards where you’re standing in the kitchen. The minute he stands in front of you,

“Suguru Geto. You’re beautiful if you don’t mind me saying,” He brings a hand out to shake yours, his eyes never shifting from your brown ones. You glance down for a moment, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy when you catch sight of his immaculately clean, clear polished nails, his fingers adorned with silver rings. Lord, help you.

You give him a smile when you register his compliment, “Y/n. You’re the infamous best friend I hear so much about but never see?” You raise a brow.

Suguru swears he’s died and went to heaven when he hears your honey voice. He thinks he’s met the prettiest girl he’s laid eyes on. The gold grill you have of what he remembers is the Scorpio sign confirms it. I mean, just look at you, your outfit, your jewelry, and your face. 

Suguru believes he knows himself. He knows he doesn’t like girls that do “too much,” but you make it look so good. He knows he doesn’t even have a fetish for feet. But if you told him to right now, he would drop down immediately and worship yours. He believed a goddess was walking among him when you walked through the door. 

“That’s me, the idiot doesn’t have anyone else,” He mutters. You let out the cutest laugh at his comment that makes his dick harden in his jeans. Lord, help him.

Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp behind the two of you, “Hey! I have Y/n!” You immediately retort at him, raising a finger at him. 

“Aht! No, you don’t,” You chuckle, snickering and rolling your eyes as you catch him placing a hand on his heart as if you’ve just shot him.

“Stop hogging my best friend and come get what you came for, Sis,” He waves a bag in the air, holding at least 20 grams of weed, ignoring the two girls tugging on both of his arms.

You squeal and sprint as fast as your heels allow towards where he’s seated. Suguru follows after you slowly, feeling ashamed at the way the other two girls cling to him the moment he sits down. He wants nothing to do with them, he feels almost disgusted by their presence now that you’re here. He didn’t even realize they were here when he arrived, he was only here for Satoru.

You snatch the bag from him, slip it into your purse, and then lunge toward him for a hug, knowing he’d never let you pay, of course.

“Thank you, Toru!” Naturally, he wastes no time pushing the two girls aside to embrace you. You’ve always been his top priority. Suguru finds it challenging to look away because as you hug his best friend, your curvaceous behind is directly in his line of sight. He wishes you would hug him like that.

When you straighten, “I gotta go. You guys seem busy anyway,” You quickly utter and glance at Suguru. He seemed like he was about to say something, but you interject before he can. 

“It was nice meeting you, Suguru.” You softly tell him. He might’ve just came in his pants with the way you said his name in that tone. He pauses for a moment, but before he can utter a word, you’ve already dashed out the front door.

He stills, and he turns to his lifelong best friend,

“Give me her number.”

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It’s been about two hours since you arrived at your loft. You prepared yourself a nice dinner, a well-made Alfredo, before making your way to your room. You sink into the comfort of your silk sheets, retrieving your ashtray and preparing to roll up. Soft Erykah Badu playing from your Alexa Speaker. You’re interrupted by an unknown number dinging on your phone. 

Who’s this?

You smile immediately, feeling a rush of nerves as you realize he asked Satoru for your number. You're accustomed to getting what you want, and right now, you want him. You eagerly await his text, noticing that he's typing.

You observe his directness. Suguru is texting you as if he knows exactly what he wants, and if there's one thing you admire in a man, it's when he's decisive and goes after what he wants.

You've already decided to smoke with him, swiftly swapping your shorts for a black Juicy Tracksuit as it got windy. You opt to play a little hard to get.

Your jaw drops at the amount he sent you for an Uber. Is he crazy? While you’ve had people send you rides to go somewhere, you can’t shake the feeling that he just wanted an excuse to send you money. You’re still reeling from the shock when he immediately sends you the address to his place afterward. You grab two rolled-up blunts and slide on a pair of kitten heels. Snatching your keys, you head out when your Uber driver arrives outside.

The drive to his place is surprisingly short, almost too short. Considering how spread out the area is, you’ve only been in the car for 15 minutes, yet you’re still in the same neighborhood. You brush it off and approach his door. As you knock, you notice Suguru’s driveway filled with three vehicles: the motorcycle you saw earlier, a Mercedes E-Class, and a sleek BMW M3. You can’t help but appreciate yet another reason you’re drawn to him.

He opens the door, and you swear you wish you could pounce on him. He’s still wearing the wife beater, and when you glance up at his face, you notice his eyes are low and red. With his hair tied up in a man bun, a few strands cascading over his face, the only thought running through your mind is... He’s so pretty.

“You started getting lit without me?” You feign surprise as he welcomes you inside. He kindly takes your keys and hangs them on the holder by his door. You could feel him staring at your ass as you move to stand beside him.

He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He reaches a hand out. “You know how Satoru is. My room?” You nod, and he shivers as your long, pretty nails brush against his hand. Was everything about you so alluring?

You follow behind him, noting how he never lets go of your hand. His room, much like his style, is entirely black. Black sheets adorn a king-sized bed, with a few rock band posters hanging above where his dressers are placed. He even has a private bathroom, the door wide open. Damn, this man even has lavender incense burning on the small desk next to his bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart,”

Don’t mind if I do. You drop your body on his bed with a plop. You start to take off your right heel, intending to reach for the left one, only to find Suguru already kneeling down, doing it for you. When he’s done, he rubs your feet for about three long seconds before pulling away. You gasp softly, looking away from his intense gaze. Is he usually this forward?

“Uh- I rolled two. I get lip gloss on the blunt,” You sputter out, retrieving them from your purse as he stands up from his position on the floor and settles onto his pillow.

He makes a tsk sound, “Don’t play with me,” He grabs only one from your raised hand and pulls a skull lighter from his jeans pocket. As you place the other one in your purse, you watch him take the first hit. You realize he enjoys eye contact because, throughout all of his movements, his eyes never leave yours.

You’re nervous. For the first time in your life, a man has made you feel nervous. His energy makes you nervous, how he observes you with such intensity makes you nervous, and even how he feeds you the blunt after taking a few hits makes you nervous.

You’re mesmerized. The effects of the blunts hit you swiftly, altering your mind and intensifying your urge to fuck this man till he sees stars.

Suguru himself has never felt this way before. He’s had a few flings here and there and has even been in a relationship or two. But he’s never felt the need to be entirely consumed by someone. The minute he saw you, it felt like time had stopped for him; he could hear how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to impress you. He wanted to give you the universe because the world is far too small for someone like you.

“You have a boyfriend?” His husky voice asks this out of respect for you. Honestly, he couldn’t give a fuck less if you had a man. You’d be his either way.

“Why? You want me?” You giggle, though you knew he did, you just wanted to tease him. As you gaze up at him through the haze, your breath catches when you observe that his eyes have darkened noticeably. You recognize that expression all too well—it mirrors the one you give the camera when it’s focused on you.

He doesn’t respond or even break a smile at your inquiry. No, his eyes are fixated on your plump, glossed lips as you take another hit. You shift your thighs a little, you don’t know how long you can wait before he makes his move.

Suguru notices, and this time, his lips twitch up a bit, “And if I did?” His whisper keeps you quiet. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Suguru doesn’t mind your silence. He needs you to savor your angelic tune anyway since you’ll scream his name in a few minutes. Rising from his position, he tilts your chin towards him, his eyes catching note of the smoke in your mouth. Drawing his lips dangerously close to yours, he exhales softly,

“Let it go.” You don’t hesitate to listen to his command. It’s as if your mind is his now, the way he doesn’t even do anything to get your attention. As soon as the smoke escapes your lips, he inhales it, pressing his soft lips firmly against yours.

You whimper out at the force and immediately kiss him back. Suguru swears he’s already in love when he feels your lips reciprocate his action, the stickiness of your strawberry gloss making him release a sound that had you squeezing your thighs. He’s relentless, nipping and forcing his tongue to merge with yours.

His fervor with just a kiss leaves you reeling. The combination of the weed and his lips makes you feel intoxicated, causing you to grasp onto the fabric of his jeans to steady yourself. When he pulls away from you, it only makes you crave more.

You’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of Brent Faiyez playing on his speaker is long tuned out. He stares at your eyes briefly before gently pulling you down to lay on your back. You lean up to pull him into another passionate kiss,

“More, please.” You whine out, a little too desperate for your taste. You couldn’t understand why you wanted him so bad, maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the fact that your pussy was dripping the minute you saw him at Satoru’s place. You can tell he wants to take things slow, but you can’t find it in you to share the same feeling. You need him to do something to you, now.

He only whispers, “Patience, sweetheart.” And moves his lips down to your neck. Soft kisses fill your throat before he stops teasing and reaches for your zipper. He's not shocked to learn that you don't wear a bra; he could almost see your hard nipples through the velvet fabric of your hoodie.

Your sigh of satisfaction comes from the moment he wraps his lips around your dark areola and gently caresses the fat of your unattended boob. He starts slowly, listening to the sounds you make and observing how he can persuade you to moan louder. Your breath gets shaky when he gets more aggressive with his movement, pulling at your sensitive nipples. He decides that he wants more from you.

Suguru rasps out, “I know you want me to fuck you,” Your body feels on fire as his touch slithers down your stomach, grazing your belly ring. He lowers your tracksuit pants for you and throws them across his room, forbidding you to do anything that doesn’t include you receiving pleasure. Your body is anticipating as he continues, “But I need to prep you, or you won’t be able to take me,”

He toys with the slender strap of your thong, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on your face as he talks, “Be good and let me play with you for a bit, okay?”

Your fiery personality is well-known for not letting men dictate your actions. You’re quick to dismiss any nigga, and based on instinct, you’re almost prepared to snap: Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? 

By now, you should realize that Suguru observes every single move you make, every slight gesture you make, when your breath catches, and even now, he detects that you intend to snap at him. He does nothing but give you a look, a dangerous look, which only implies I dare you. Suguru orchestrates a dominance so calm but prominent that you can’t help but whimper out a quiet “Yes,”

What is he doing to you?

He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth as a reward. He’s in a trance. Suguru can’t pull his gaze away from your panties. You’re so wet that it’s clinging onto the fabric as he slowly pulls it away from your lower lips. He finds himself plunging two fingers into your wet cunt before your thong even touches your knees. Fuck, you’re tight.

“Ah- shit! Sugu!” You mewl, walls immediately clenching on his thick fingers. He quickly begins to rub circles on your twitching clit, observing as you gasp and scramble under him. You’re so beautiful like this, he thinks. He doesn’t hesitate to tell you this, too.

“I know, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Your slick is dripping all over his palm as he finger fucks you. You try to keep your moans in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your mind. But you can’t. You can’t do anything but scream out at the way his long fingers are effortlessly punishing your G-spot.

Suguru moves his fingers faster when you don’t answer him, “I asked you a question, baby.” 

Your loud whimpers can be heard over his music. How could you possibly answer? You’re already starting to blank, you’re not sure you even listened to what he said. “I- Oh fuck, Yes!” 

The sounds coming from your fat pussy is downright phonographic. The squishing, the squelching. Shit, it’s even dripping onto his bed, creating a wet stain. Fuck. Suguru doesn’t think he can take another minute without being inside you. He needs it, but he needs to make you cum first. 

He knows you’re about to, with the way your breathing is stuttering and the way there’s a white cream starting to stain his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you. You’re clenching so hard he’s not sure his dick will fit inside of you. He’ll make it fit, he’ll break your little pussy in if he has to.

Suguru leans against you, his desperate panting revealing his longing for you as he whispers in your ear, “I need you to cum for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” He fucks his fingers inside of you harder, rubbing your pretty clit even faster.

You nod eagerly, mind already reeling as you wail, “Y-Yes. I’m gonna cum, Sugu! I- Shitt,” He gently kisses your lips, sliding his tongue into your mouth as if he’s encouraging you to accept it, to just cum all over him. And you do.

Your grip on the bottom of Suguru’s wifebeater hurts your fingers, and you arch your back off the bed while your tight walls clench once more around him. You see white spots in your blacked-out vision, and your squealing is so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear it. He doesn’t stop moving when you cum, wanting to prolong what he knows is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had. 

When you finally stop twitching in aftershock, your breathing begins to slow down, and his movements follow suit. Your panties are long gone. He swiftly pulls out of you while you’re still in a daze, making you unaware that he’s sucking up your essence from his fingers and pulling his jeans down along with his Calvin Klein briefs.

You are, however, aware when he pushes your thick brown thighs flush against your chest. And you’re even more aware when he lines his fat pink tip to your sticky lower lips. Suguru doesn’t let you see just how big he is, he directs your focus to his lips on yours. But Lord, do you fucking feel it. You feel it when he rubs up and down on your wet slit. You feel it when he pushes only his tip inside of you before he pulls back out again.

Suguru doesn’t think he can keep on teasing you like this. He tries to keep it up for your sake, but the way you feel on his tip has his body shaking; it’s almost embarrassing. But he can’t find himself to feel ashamed when you look up at him at him like that, your eyes pleading for him to fuck you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna put it in now, baby. I’m gonna fuck you real good, okay?” You’re learning, you know he wants an answer from you, and you don’t bat an eye when your trembling, honeyed voice whispers, “Whatever y-you want, Sugu.”

Whatever he wants? You probably should’ve never said that, and he’ll show you why. He pushes inside of your cunt slowly, hissing at the same time you shriek when your walls try to push him out. “Breathe,” He rasps out. And you’re trying, you’re really trying to. But he’s just so fucking big, it’s like he’s breaking your pussy in half. 

“Y-You’re too big! I can’t-” He doesn’t let you finish, he proves that you can when he pushes in halfway through your slobbering pussy. 

“Of course you can, Y/n. You’re almost there, sweetheart. One more breath for me, yeah?” 

You listen wordlessly, sucking in another deep breath. It’s inevitable to cry when he plunges the rest of his 8 and a half inches in one go. Suguru lets out a groan in your ear, and the sound makes your insides churn. How is it that he immediately finds your spongy spot? You’re so used to being briefly grazed in that spot that this feeling is foreign to you.

Suguru gives you a few seconds before your pussy starts suffocating him, and he’s forced to start feeding you with slow, deep strokes. “Jesus, fuck!” You keen, mewling, and pressing on his firm abs; the pressure was just too much for you. Are you crazy?

“None of that Y/n.” He uses his left hand to hold both of your hands and place them above your head, gently grasping your throat with his right. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, and his big cock never stops stirring up your guts at that slow pace. He gets impatient. 

“You feel so good, so fucking tight. Pretty pussy is mine now, yeah? Tell me it is,” Gradual snapping of his hips against yours in a feverous tempo causes you to scramble under him, with your mind getting lost since you can’t find anything to keep you grounded. He has you altogether under his control, and you can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

You don’t respond, your brain too gone to form any thought that’s not Sugu. You’ve forgotten your manners, he’ll make sure to remind you. He snaps his hips harder, he swears the cries you make almost make him cum on the spot.

“Words, Y/n. Tell me this perfect pussy is mine,” The sound of your soaked pussy filling the air as he whispers against your lips, which are permanently shaped in a perfect O.

You weep out, “Fuck! Oh, Sugu- it’s yours, all yours! I- Ah!” His face adorns with a sly smile at your confession. His body is on fire, your pussy perfectly snug around the shape of his cock. He knows he’s about to cum, with the way his insides are twisting, and his heavy balls are twitching rapidly as they slap on the fat on your ass. Your pussy is so good that he swears you’re not even from this planet. But he needs to get you there first. That’s all he needs to dump his seed inside of you.

He slithers the hand gripping your throat down to your drooling clit, rubbing so fast you think you’re having whiplash. Your cries become louder, and before you even know what’s happening, you’re covering Suguru’s entire stomach and his soft sheets with your squirt.

Suguru follows swiftly after you, letting out a sinful moan, his body trembling as he fills your pussy with his cum. It’s so much, so fucking much, that you can feel it overflowing past your stretched-out pussy. The sluggishness of his thrusts inside you causes him to let out loud breaths and drop his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes are still stuck on the ceiling above you, shallow breaths emerging from your sore throat. Woah.

The long-haired man above you is still panting and giving you another command, making it difficult for you to process what just happened to you.

“On your stomach, sweetheart.”

This time, you remember your manners.

[atinystaypixie]

ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

[atinystaypixie]

Curiosity got kitty laid 🐱

satoru is rly sweet to his inexperienced kitty girl who doesn't really understand anatomy or sex :s nsfw! "kitten" + so many pet names, virgin reader (hybrid girl), hands + oral + sex (tummy bulge)

Thinking of the most inexperienced and sweet darling kitty girl who's just pawing at Satoru's lap for some attention.

He sits there with his legs spread so wide, you can't help but kneel between them and touch him where you're not allowed. He tried to resist you for so long but now you're doing this he's starting to get distracted from the TV and his crystal gaze keeps dipping down to your fingers... your hands.

"Baby- wait, you know what will happen if you touch your owner there?"

You shake your head, still massaging his crotch gently.

You know what yours feels like. You have a little tiny button you can press that makes you feel nice and a cute hole that gets all wet and gooey.

But that's not what his is like.

You sometimes see him bulging there, between his legs, especially if he wears tight pants or you catch him in his boxers. You want to know what it is. So what better way than to find out through touch?

"It's gonna get bigger, baby..." he strokes your ears gently with a concerned look in his eyes, "you better be careful, you might see a side of your owner you don't like, sweetheart."

He warns you but you are just too curious.

The soft and squishy swell in his shorts is... changing. You press your face closer to feel it on your cheek, nuzzling up and down. Your owner is letting out little soft hums now. He sounds nice, so you keep going. And the thing between his legs is growing, just like he said. And your hands start stroking him more because he seems to really like that, following the cues of his body until your hands are almost wrapped around him through his shorts.

You pull on it.

"Ngh-"

He makes such a sexy noise.

"Baby, I'm gonna get too hard in a minute, are you just messing around or do you really want this?"

He looks down at his body, where you're holding him.

"..wan' it..."

You murmur and tug on the waistband, pulling it down to see what it looks like. If he feels good when you touch him here, why wouldn't you continue?

It's pretty and pale like the rest of his skin, but it has a round head at the top that's quite red and blushed. There are big blue veins swelling along it and when your tiny hand circles around him you can feel a pulse. It throbs in your hand. You can barely cover him with one hand, so you use two. And he gives you a pleased smile, like you're doing the right thing.

You stare for a moment. You're not sure what you're supposed to do with it. It's so big and long. Where is it supposed to go?

"Owner- what is it?"

You understand it's him. It's part of his body. But like he said, it's making him act different. He has a blush on his cheeks and his breathing has got a bit shaky.

"It's my cock, sweetheart. It's for..." he searches for a word you might understand, "mating."

Now that word, you have heard before. Mating. It feels more like an instinct than a word. You're not sure what it entails but now you know it involves this big thing between his legs. Curious to find out more, you start moving your hands, up and down, up and down. His hips move in tandem and he lets out some noises you've never heard before.

He's gasping, then sighing with little moans caught in his throat. He bites his lip and you watch his expression shift. He kind of looks in pain so you stop your movements abruptly.

"No- no, don't stop."

His voice is deep and breathy.

He shakes his head and bucks his hips. You regain your grip on him and guide your hands over him again, following the beating pulse of his cock.

More noises spill from his puffy pink lips and you realise now that all the sights and sounds of him are waking a certain feeling in you. Your thighs press together and you can feel the slick there, as if you'd been touching yourself for hours. Which you have done, to the thought of him. But now he's here like this, would it be ok to touch yourself? To feel pleasure with him?

You slide one hand off his cock and down between your legs to find the little bud there. Slipping down your skirt, under your cute panties.

The lack of attention on his base causes his eyelashes to flutter in your direction.

"Oh kitten, you wanna feel good with me?"

He has a smile on his lips and in his eyes. You know it's ok.

You nod shyly and keep circling yourself and pulling at his cock. Through your hazy lust you notice a little bead of liquid on top of the red round tip. When you look closer you see it leaks out of a tiny hole and you watch it drip down the silky smooth skin. He gets so wet until the entire flushed tip is shiny.

And you wonder what you're supposed to do with all that wet stuff? Can you... lick it? Would he mind if you tasted it?

Curious thoughts draw your lips closer. It's intimidating. You look up at him and he doesn't stop you from sticking your tongue out and connecting it to the wet tip. You smooth your tongue around him while keeping up the rhythm with your hand and he moans. It's deep and loud and brings a new pool between your legs.

"Yeah-"

He gulps for air again. He looks so hot, like he's running a marathon.

"Yeah, kitten, use your mouth-"

He's not asking you. He's barely even telling you.

His voice is so filled with need and want that you obey, engulfing the entire swollen head with your lips. The tip of your tongue presses at that little leaky hole and a higher pitched sound comes from him. You circle your wet muscle around him and your saliva drips down this long and hard part of his body.

"Wow- y-you're a fucking angel, baby, can't believe you're doing this to me-"

He lets you suckle on his tip and use your hands to pleasure him and yourself for a little while longer then he wants to show you something else.

"Look, come here," his arms wrap around your body and he pulls you up on his lap.

"Wanna know what this thing is really for?"

You nod and look at his pretty face in a daze.

"Yes owner!"

Your eagerness makes him laugh. He's afraid you won't be so perky when he shows you what it's like.

"This," he tugs at his cock and lines your hips up with his body, "is going in here."

He rubs the soaked entrance of your hole with his fingers, dipping them in a little. He strokes up your tummy and imagines how full his little kitty will be.

You shake your head slowly in disbelief.

But he returns a mischievous smile and nods, slowly smearing his wetness all over yours.

Is that what it was for? To make sure he can go inside?

He pulls your body down and your hole resists momentarily before he coos in your ear-

"Relax, baby, open up for me."

His cock stands upright and sinks into you as you come down, slowly, your lips finally meeting the white hairs of his base.

You feel different.

Your head feels confused and your body feels like it's been rearranged. To fit him. He's pushed everything out of the way and made room for his cock. You look down and see the fat swell in your belly. You're too struck and shaken to do anything but stare.

He giggles, enjoying your expression, and starts lifting you up again.

"Wait wait wait-!!! We, we move--?? Like this??"

It felt wild enough just sitting on him, taking all that inside you?

"That's enough, that's enough!!!!"

But no.

"No, oh no, honey~"

He hums and slides you up and down. Your mouth hangs open and you've never felt so wet before. He feels so achy and hard in there like he's going to split you open. But he's giving you the highest form of pleasure you've ever received, all while fulfilling some kind of deep rooted instinct. A hot desire in the core of your body that you weren't really aware of until now. It's inside you and he's touching you in all the right places to ignite this feeling and make it spread from your centre right to the tips of your fingers and toes.

You feel like you've left reality behind, but you can grasp that you're being lifted up and down. He's doing it gently and looking at you with affection in his eyes. His face looks soft and needy and you just have to grab onto his shoulders and smother him in kisses, which he seems to love.

He smiles and laughs into you.

"Baby, you like it now, hm?"

He coos and strokes you softly, guiding you over his body.

"Yeah~"

You manage to find enough breath to reply and you sink into his body. He holds you and pulls you up and down, his hips starting to move under you. They bounce you to start with, slowly, smoothly, then they start bucking with more force until you're grappling onto his shoulders and nearly being thrown in the air.

Your breath is knocked out of you on each thrust. You're panting over his mouth and he only lets you rest for a second so he can rip your shirt off to see your tits bounce. You have no idea what to do with the rest of your body but keep your legs open to take everything he needs to give you. The rest falls slack- your tail and ears twitch intermittently and you can feel the muscles in your hole spasming around him.

"Baby, well done," he keeps telling you. He knows he's huge. He knows you weren't necessarily ready. But he warned you... and if you're going to touch him like that you've got to be prepared for this.

You can only whimper and hiccup in reply and he starts kissing you and sucking on your lips madly, plunging his tongue inside you while his dazzling eyes meet yours.

He's ravenous.

He looks more handsome than he ever has. But his expression is making you nervous. You don't know what he's going to do.

He starts grabbing your ass and slamming your body down on his dick harder and he suddenly throws his head back over the sofa.

"Uuhhg --- fuuck fuck me-!!!"

Now it sounds like he's begging you. He's moaning. You understand he feels good, but he looks so needy. What does he need?

"W-what is it... Toru, owner??"

"Fuck me, please, ride my dick, I swear I'm gunna cum soon, do you wanna make me feel good? Wanna make your owner feel good? Kitten, kitten baby I'm not gunna last just pl--"

His plea is cut short by a silky smooth movement of your hips that makes his body shake and convulse under you.

You wanna see more.

You lift his shirt up and he rips it off, impatience making him aggressive.

His abs are tensing up and his jaw is shut tight.

You roll your hips over him with a little guidance. It feels natural. You know what to do.

So you move up and down, taking him in your depths with him grabbing every inch of your plush skin- your ass, your thighs, then up your stomach and landing on your tits. He pinches your little nipples and sucks on them, making you whimper and whine until the intense, swelling pleasure in your stomach feels full like it's about to-

"O-owner what-what's happening- oh, oh, wait- this, this is---"

"Mating, baby, you're cumming, I can feel you."

He explains through the tightly clenched muscles of his jaw. He's gotta focus.

"You're squeezing me-"

You nod and moan, feeling the pleasure spread and beat through your body.

"-to get my cum out. Made for me- made to take me-"

He pants and bruises your hips with his big hands until you can't ride him anymore and he fucks his hips up into your with force until his cum spills. He moans out his affections and praise, pulling you up and down slowly to ensure you get every drop.

He lets you sit on him like that for a moment, bringing you closer. Your head nuzzles under his chin and you feel a little embarrassed with the way you acted, but he soothes all of that by stroking your back and telling you what a beautiful kitty you are.

"Was that fun, sweetie?"

His hands snake up your back and find your pointy ears to fiddle with.

You lick at his throat endearingly and peer up at your owner. He looks so satisfied.

"Mhm~" you hum affectionately and purr into him, enjoying the warmth of your naked bodies.

satoru

[atinystaypixie]

pretty girl. (m)

pairing: alpha!jaemin x reader

words: 4.3k+

summary: you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: large amounts of cum, manhandling, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, oral sex

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[atinystaypixie]

Stress No More

and you're my centre, you keep me tethered

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: stress relief

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words

WARNINGS: consensual somnophilia, sub space, daddy kink

SYNOPSIS: Stressed because of work, CEO Jaehyun seeks the comfort of his wife. So when he finally clocks out of work, he didn’t waste any time to quickly drive and get home.

A/N: this was a revised version of one of my fics months ago. thought I had to at least post something as a compensation of my long overdue series. forgive me for the typos, grammatical errors-- yadda yadda yadda. enjoy reading! share your thoughts?

Jaehyun sighs as he starts to clean up his desk and gather his things. Fashion week just finished and the whole company had been busier than ever. As the CEO, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything falls into the right place with no flaws and show a much better performance than other brands do.  Utmost success doesn’t just come immediately, it demands sleepless nights and burned out minds. Responsibilities as the owner of his own company requires him to spend most of his time signing papers, going over proposals and designs, visiting and participating in the outside works himself, and many more.

Guilt fills Jaehyun’s body when he sees the texts you had sent him earlier, he scolds himself for not replying to you not even once despite clearly, it was his work that had hold him back and made it quite impossible for him to check his phone, especially during meetings. Turning his heels, Jaehyun quickens his pace, urge of going home burns inside him as seconds passes by.

The moment he arrives, he calls out your name softly, announcing his arrival. A couple more and he is yet to receive a response. Oftentimes, when you are free from the shackles of your own job, you like relaxing at the patio, chewing on your strawberry cheesecake all the while laughing at whatever film you’ve decided to watch—or there are times where Jaehyun finds you in your shared bedroom, playing on your phone or taking a nap. After going to the patio first and sees no sight of your figure, Jaehyun opted to head to the second in ranking of your favorite places.

There he finds his lovely wife all sprawled out on the bed, sleeping peacefully with your black silk nightgown that he loves so much. A smile of adoration appears on Jaehyun’s face, walking towards your peaceful sleeping figure while taking off his coat and tie. He settles his things on the table not far from the bed, resting his knee on the mattress and takes in the sight.

Jaehyun feels his breath hitch at the look of your exposed collarbones and thighs. Like a cue, one of your talks prior the busy weeks pricks Jaehyun’s mind. In that very conversation, you had mentioned about wanting to give somnophilia a try. Jaehyun was clueless back then that an explanation was needed. Being the gentleman that he is, Jaehyun expresses worry over the procedure and said that having sex requires verbal consent, he doesn’t want to disrespect the only woman he loves other than his mother. It took quite a few convincing and batting your eyelashes before he agreed.

Cheerfully, you assured him that he have your consent of touching you anytime, anywhere—conscious or unconscious. There are words you’ve established to signal any discomfort or want to stop the actions anyways. Too caught up with work, you didn’t have time to try it. But Jaehyun thinks that this might be the right time.

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks, as he stares at you lovingly for a minute. Jaehyun tugs the hem of your nightgown upwards, there lies the flimsy fabric barely covering the plum cheeks of your pussy. He feels his pants get tighter.

Parting your legs slowly, Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic to torture himself like this. The thin fabric doesn’t do much of covering what is between those legs, partially showing your clit. He curses under his breath, reaching down to unbuckle his belt to let his hard cock breathe some air, eyes never leaving your cunt.

Jaehyun settles comfortable in the middle while unbuttoning his shirt. He wets his lip as he parts the pussy lips with his thumbs and diving into the pool of sweetness. Jaehyun must’ve saved the world in his previous life to be rewarded by this delicacy. Sliding his tongue in, from the hole to the clit, tasting his wife’s arousal. He closes his eyes as he gets lost to the sweet wetness, licking and sucking on the clit, hungry for more. He looks up to watch your face without stopping the work of his tongue, he can see the calm breathing as it turns heavy and the peaceful face changes into a confused frown.

Your husband observes you, dipping his wet muscle inside the tight warm hole completely. Ghosts in your house would think he’s the one getting eaten out by how he moans and hums at your taste. He flattens his tongue and licks up to the clit, letting his middle finger enter the warm cave, flicking his tongue lightly at your button of pleasure.

Soon, three fingers are already inside and your pussy is now all puffy from all the sucking and licking. He pulls away and stares at how his digits move in and out of your soaping cunt. Letting a muted moan, stirring a bit, Jaehyun chuckles lowly when your legs spreads wider as if to give him more access. Even in deep slumber, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer yourself to him.

Jaehyun presses a kiss on your clit before pulling out his fingers, taking off his pants and boxers. He strokes his cock at the delicious sight of his pliant wife. God, he is certain he’ll come anytime soon just by looking at you, so fucking rewarding after all the stress he had gone through since morning. Without wasting any time, Jaehyun hovers over you, hands beside each side of the your head to hold himself up as he slowly penetrates your soaked hole. Jay lets out a long moan. You feels so good, so warm, so tight.

His thrusts becomes rough and fast almost immediately, not even bothering to lower down his moans and slow down for his wife. You like it like this. The way his cock rubs the insides of your walls is so enticing that you were pulled out from your dream, fluttering your eyes open as the feeling of being full registers in your brain. Whimpering at your husband’s appearance, sweat peeks at Jaehyun’s shoulders, his mouth and chin wet. You are not dumb to be unaware of what just took place, not dumb to know that it’s your wetness that lies on his face, not dumb to realize that what you thought is a wet dream is indeed happening. Fina-fucking -ly.

“Oh, daddy.” You whimpers, hands shooting up to grip on your husband’s biceps, hips bucking up to meet the purposeful thrusts. Jaehyun opens his eyes and sees the pleasure in his now awake wife. He leans down to finally have a taste of the mouth he had been craving ever since this morning, wrapping his arms around you to feel the warmth that he had been seeking after all the stress work had given him.

Picking up his pace, Jaehyun orders you to hold on to him, whispering filthy shits against your ears, knowing how it pushes you to the edge even more. With his wife’s beautiful noises and the clenching of your pussy in his cock, Jaehyun feels himself getting close. He used to last longer than you, but due to the pleasuring clenches of your walls and the beautiful sight of you falling apart in his arms, it’s embarrassing to say that he can cum in just a few minutes.

“Fuck baby, you’re bulging.” Jaehyun looks at your stomach stretching up whenever he thrusts in, the shape of his cock making an appearance. He presses a hand at that very part and starts to pounce roughly, wanting to feel how big his cock inside your small hole.

Sobbing at the merciful thrusts, you tighten your arms around his neck. He feels so so big that you could feel him almost literally breaking you into two. Jaehyun leans back to sit up, placing his hands on his your waist as he fastens his pace, giving you more than what you can take. Your arms goes everywhere, not knowing where to place them, you need to grip on something.

Jaehyun groans when your hands proceeds to grab the big teddy bear on the side of your bed, giving the illusion of innocence with how you’re crying and hugging the stuffed toy like a bullied little kid. Jaehyun puts both of your legs on his shoulders to thrust deeper and harder, You can’t do anything but to scream about how good Jaehyun is making you feel. The complaints from the neighbors are definitely guaranteed.

“Daddy daddy— gonna c-cum— ‘m gonna cum— daddy cum!” You thrashes underneath him and starts to clench on his girthy cock. You want to come so bad, fuck. Your tummy tightens as you discard the stuffed toy to the side and makes grabby hands to your husband. Immediately, Jaehyun complies and leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck once again as he whispers encouragement to your ears.

“Come for me, baby. Come on princess, show daddy how good you are for him.” With a few more strokes, you are clamping down hard on his cock and Jaehyun is thrusting uncontrollably. His cum mixes with yours as Jaehyun moves slowly, riding out your high. Once you’ve come down from your climax, he pulls out of you carefully and grabs a towel on your bed side and starts to clean up the mess made by the both of you. Your hand prevents him from going to the bathroom, “Where are you going?” Gosh, those teary eyes—will anyone blame him if his flaccid dick gets hard again by the mere doe eyes?

“To the bathroom, I’ll prepare our bath.” You shake your head.

“No?” Tugging Jaehyun to lay beside you. Your husband only lets it be as you puts his arm around you and buries your face in the crook of his neck.

“We have all the time to do that, let’s just rest for now.” You sleepily say, yawning.

Just a few more days. A few more days and you will be consistently woken up with him fucking you dumb, just like what you had always begged him to do. Jaehyun smirks, a few more days.

[atinystaypixie]

I need him

✨️Obsessed✨️ with his lips~

[atinystaypixie]

No really im not okay!! Like yeeeaaa cheating bad but but but THIS?! AAAHHHHH!

The whole “give me an answer before i take matters into my own hands” IM SAT! And why am i dying over him calling her sweetheart at this moment?! WOOF!

Haechan being a little shit is my weakness. I need them BOTH! AAHHHHHHH

|| like he should || k.dy

pairing: homewrecker!Doyoung x cheater!reader ft lil homewrecker!Haechan

genre: smut, cheating

warning(s): sneaking around, reader cheats on Jaehyun, secrets, somnophilic activity, dacryphilia, yiddie actionnn , exhibitionism, fingering, caught in the act, etc

wc: 2.9k

a/n: it’s finally complete!! hallelujah😭 I’m basically just gonna tag @multifandomslxt , @andysorbit , and @thesafecafe bc I’ve kept y’all waiting on smth new. can’t say I’m satisfied with the ending but this is unfortunately the best you’ll get from me atm🥹 & *for the sake of bs prevention* I, me, Z, do N A W T condone cheating!! that is all. hope everyone who reads, enjoooyyyssss💋

There was nothing like finally having the place to yourself after continuously being surrounded by loud men. You awoke in the 127 dorm only to find you’re the only occupant, save for shower water you faintly hear from down the hallway. Well there goes being alone.

You let out a stretch on your way to the kitchen, "these boys better have something to eat in here." Lo and behold, there are indeed ingredients for you to cook with. "Alright let's see."

Between the sizzling of the meat in the pan, boiling oil, and the made up tune you're humming, you don't notice you are no longer alone until you hear the sound of the refrigerator closing.

"Oh! Doyoung. I was wondering who stayed behind, I should have known." A beat of silence as he takes a sip of his water, "you have a nice voice."

Heat instantly creeps through your body at the softness of his compliment and your eyes roam his topless figure, stopping above the waistband of his signature baggy gray sweatpants, "oh, I was just playing around."

He lets out a sigh as you turn back to the stove to avoid the conversation. "Just take the compliment." But you don't acknowledge his words, "do you want a burger? I made an extra just in case."

As you're loading up the plates, you feel a presence behind you, "thanks for thinking about me, Sweetheart." When he reaches around you to grab his plate, your breath hitches. You feel the fabric of his sweatpants brush against your bare legs as he leaves.

Just as you turn with your own plate, you make eye contact with your boyfriend- who happened to walk in time to see the end of the exchange.

With the rest of the members trickling in, Jaehyun makes his way to sit next to you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. "Hi baby," you smile at him, hopefully concealing your nerves.

He gives you a faint fake smile, "So..you're making meals for shirtless men now?" You can't help the immediate scoff that leaves your lips. "It's not men. It is literally just Doyoung." He keeps silent for a bit, intensely studying your face as you eat.

"You still didn't offer me any". He tries to pass it off as a joke, but his tone had a certain sass to it, and quite frankly, you didn't appreciate it. "And just for that, I'm not going to."

He remains sitting there not saying anything, but when you return the favor, he gets up without another word and heads to his room. You roll your eyes and continue minding your business. I don't have time for this.

You notice over the course of the next few days, Jaehyun has become clingier and sweeter. Now, he could just feel guilty and is just too prideful to apologize, but..he only became this way whenever Doyoung was in the room. Don't tell me.. "Sweetheart." your head snaps up at the pet name, but then instant confusion hits you.

A nudge pulls you out of your confused state, "Baby, you okay?" You nod your head and give him a reassuring smile, "I'm okay. What are you guys talking about?" "Sweetheart."

Your head swivels to Doyoung, "Huh?" You pray it sounds more like you're asking for elaboration and not that you're answering to the name. There's an amused look in his eyes, "The candy. Sweethearts?"

You feel embarrassment falling over you now, "O-Oh." Jaehyun looks at you strangely, but doesn't address it, "I have a schedule tomorrow so I'll probably be gone when you wake up." A pout finds its way on your lips, which he plants a peck on, "Don't worry, Love, I'll be back before you know it. Then I'm all yours."

But your mind is already elsewhere as he plants a series of kisses on your lips. "Alright we get it, you're gonna miss each other." You let out a laugh at Haechan's bitter statement and stand up. "Okay, I think I'm gonna turn in early you guys," you give everyone a light smile, "Goodnight, I love you all."

Doyoung raises a teasing brow when your eyes happen to meet as you're blowing kisses. The boys unsurprisingly harmonize their goodnights and yell out their nicknames for you. "Get your own girl!" You can hear Jaehyun joke around with the members, but it just makes you cringe a bit. Regardless, you head into his room and change into your favorite baggy tee to sleep in.

"Knock knock." You of course recognize the voice and open the door. "Hey..did you need something?" The slender figured man holds out your custom water bottle, "Didn't want you to go to bed thirsty." so he says, but you can tell there's an ulterior motive.

"Did you now." you take the bottle and smile at him. He takes a quick glance down at your "We can't have you panting without good reason, right?" That's an innuendo right? It has to be. "Oh really? And what would you consider a good reason?" You know you're treading, but he makes it so easy. "That's for me to know, Sweetheart."

He gives you a gummy smile and boops your nose when you frown at his answer. "Goodnight, Doie." his hand falters at the new nickname and he lightly caresses your face as he pulls back, giving you your own. "Sleep well, Angel."

Some time in the middle of the night you hear clothes rustling, "You have to leave now?" Jae plants a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the door, "I'm not sure what time I'll be back, but I love you." You smile sleepily at him before dozing back off.

Just a few moments later you feel the bed dip, "Baby, I thought you had to leave?" A fresh, cold hand stops your body from moving closer to who you thought was Jaehyun. "Calling me baby already?" You release a sharp breath, body tensing at the voice. "This isn't the reason I meant, but it's a good one."

It dawns on you that he's referring to your panting, and you let out a whimper. "Oh you sound so pretty for me and I haven't even done anything yet." He shifts his body to be flush against yours. "We shouldn't do this." He shushes softly against the shell of your ear, "You say that but I bet you want it in the worst way, don’t you? So just..go with it, yeah Angel?"

A shaky breath leaves you as he trails butterfly kisses along the back of your neck, "Doie, please." He inhales deeply as his hands glide underneath your shirt and fondle your breasts in a way that feels too intimate, "God Princess, use your words."

Your body is restless against his, "Please, do something." His body moves to hover over you as you plead to him, "Do what, Angel? You want my fingers?" One of his hands caresses your cheek; thumb tugging down your bottom lip.

"Or maybe my tongue?" The eroticism of his tongue connecting with your neck in a firm lick, before allowing a dribble of saliva to slither down your throat nearly makes you combust then and there. "Give me an answer, Sweetheart, before I take matters into my own hands." The flexing of his hand on your jaw prompts you to nod with teary eyes, "Yes."

He chuckles and lowers himself between your legs, "Already so head empty you can't even answer a question properly." His eyes meet yours just as his breath initially fans across your slick heart, a shudder running through you. "Oh you're going to be fun to ruin."

Your back is soon arching, moans flying from your lips instantly as he flat tongues between your folds. There was no thought that you could feel even more pleasure, but you did the second his long, slender ring and middle finger into you.

The contradiction of the rapidness of his tongue and the slow, almost dragging motions of his finger have you teetering on the edge.

"Doie," your breathing increases as you sit up on your elbows to look at him, "can I cum Daddy, please." His expression displays one of satisfaction that you asked before he needed to instruct you. "Yes baby, you may cum." He sucks your clit into his mouth and curls his fingers up into you at a minimal pace.

"Oh ffffuuuuuuuckk" your head slowly lolls back and you pinch your nipples tightly, tugging them as your legs automatically clasp around his head when his teeth nibble at your clit.

You aren't even given any recovery time when a second wave rocks your body, his fingers already increasing speed as he comes up to meet you face to face.

"You gonna be good and give me another one?" The eye contact never breaks as you hiccup with emotion, "I-It hurts," tears spill from your eyes and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. He leans down closer to your face, mockingly cooing at you, "It hurts, Angel?" You nod, "m-mhm."

There's a slight sadistic glint in his eye as your own overflow, "Where does it hurt, love? Here?" Any noises you were wanting to conceal are instantly flooding out of your mouth at the feeling of his rapid fingers brushing against your spot.

"Uh-huh," your response is followed by a string of yeses that have him slap his free hand over your nose and mouth, cutting off your airflow.

"I know you want everyone to hear how good a needy bitch you are for me, but you'll be in trouble if we get caught." His hand over your mouth tightens for emphasis and you nearly run out of oxygen before he removes his hand and lands a perfect slap to your face before gripping your cheeks, "breathe like a good little slut and cum for me."

You so badly want to cry out as your third orgasm courses through you, but one look into his stern gaze and your cries are converted into more tears.

He scoffs at you when you scramble to grab his free hand and signal him to wrap it around your throat.

"You're a greedy little pain slut, aren't you? Telling me you're hurting but begging for more pain-" His teeth grit as he grips your throat, "Cunt making a nice big puddle in the bed you share with your boyfriend," He pulls his fingers out and massages your clit in slow, circular motions, forcing you to ride out your final orgasm.

"All for me."

The words whispered so deliciously against your lips that your tongue comes out on instinct as your body is completely overcome with pleasure.

Once your body goes slack he instantly removes his hand from your overstimulated flesh, and pulls you into his arms on the dry side of the mattress. Quietly rocking you and planting soft kisses on your head.

"You okay, Angel?" A slow dopey smile makes its way onto your face, appreciating his soft tone, "I am more than okay. Thank you, Doie."

He tenses at the nickname yet again and your rocking comes to a stop. "As much as I would love to stay, we would be in deep shit if we got caught."

But you're already dozed off. "Goodnight, Angel." You smile feeling a familiar kiss on your forehead in your sleep and drift further into slumber as the selfless man with a painful hard-on manages to successfully sneak out of your room.

When you wake in the morning you notice a soreness, not only between your legs, but on your face as well. It hurts when you smile, but that only makes you smile even more.

Maybe I am a pain slut. You chuckle to yourself at similar words spoken to you the previous, and it shifts into nonstop giggles as you toss your sheets into the washing machine.

"What's got you all giggly, Missy?" Haechan smirks as you hold a hand over your heart, startled, "Don't sneak up on me like that, you dick."

He only looks at you in amusement, not an ounce of offense, which is one of the reasons you love this guy. "I mean, I've got plenty of it, if you want some just ask."

Your jaw drops at his inane comeback but you can't help bursting into laughter, "Yeah that'll be the day." You finish loading the machine as he grabs the detergent for you, "Come on we all know Jamal isn't enough to satisfy you."

You're aware that this is normal Haechan banter, but it kind of bothers you how true his statement is.

"And I suppose you are?" You try to will your body not to perk up as you hear Doyoung's voice, but Haechan is more perceptive than you give him credit for. "Maybe." He smirks at Doyoung before leaning closer to you, "Why don't you let me have a shot too."

You stand upright and instantly look at Doyoung, to which the older man only raises a brow in amusement- a recurring thing it seems, and shrugs at you.

You bite the inside of your cheek in contemplation and Haechan shrills out a laugh, "No way you're actually thinking about it." He smiles biting his lip, "You'd let me hit?"

That triggers a rather hard eye roll as you flip him the bird, "Fuck you, Hyuck." And as you turn to leave the laundry room you see a frown on Doyoung's face, not in jealousy, but disdain for the attitude and vulgar language leaving your lips.

You don't even think ahead what the consequences would be, but you attack him too, with a childish sticking out of the tongue.

"Damn, she's sexy when she's bratty." You can hear Haechan exclaim as you walk away. "We'll see how long that lasts when her ass is stinging with heat."

But you don't look back despite the promise, already regretting provoking the Aquarius the way you did. "Oh shit, can I come?"

Little did you know, he’d really let Haechan tag along. In the living room. Thank God it was only the three of you home, but was Haechan gonna have his way with you too? Were they going to tag team you?

"Relax butterfly, I'm just here to watch. For now anyway. We can discuss anything further, later." He gives you a comforting smile and wink, to which you return.

But how did it get here? You have a boyfriend, yet you're about to let this man touch you for a second time, and possibly one of your best friends too!! Please don't send me to hell. Your quick prayer is finished just as the two men decide to sit on opposite sides of you.

The room’s silence only being broken by the lewd squelching of your pussy has your nails digging into both of the men's thighs.

“God- one of you better open your mouth and say something.” Your threat holds no weight as they feel you contracting against their fingers, your eyes and head rolled back.

They both chuckle, Doyoung’s unfazed and Hyuck’s smug, “Aw hyung, I think the slut is getting embarrassed.” Doyoung doesn’t look at him but rather focuses between your legs, “You shouldn’t talk about our little angel like that. Besides, she’s my slut. Aren’t you, Angel.” His eyes meet yours as you nod with a fucked out expression, “M-Mhm.”

You suddenly feel something hot and wet latching onto your right nipple and your head snaps down to Haechan, whose mouth is now sloppily sucking on your tit like he’s waited his entire life for this moment. “I want to fuck these so bad.”

Instantly you’re turning back to Doyoung with a pleading whisper, “Please daddy, p-please.”

He curls his fingers inside you as his free hand joins Hyuck in assaulting your nipples, pinching painfully, but perfectly, “I’m not sure what you’re asking for precious.”

Quickly becoming unable to hold back your approaching O, your pleas become more urgent. “Oh no, you’re trying so hard yet you’re still leaking all over the couch. Without permission.”

Haechan takes the initiative of tipping you over the edge as he feels your body react to Doyoung’s words. Your nipple rolls between his teeth as he syncs his fingers circling your clit with his own strokes, “Come on Pretty, I’m close.”

Not that you had to be told- you already had a stream running down to the floor. Vision splotchy, breathing labored, body still needy. “I. n-need. more.” Your whisper fans across his face, wanting nothing more than to have his lips on yours.

He lands a sharp slap to your tender breasts before gripping your cheeks, sending a shudder through you, “P-Please.”

“Um..hello??” Just as your lips graze, your head is tilted toward the open front door and your heady eyes meet Mark’s.

His eyes are wide and gleaming as he takes in the scene before him, “Hyuck too?!” Soon after, Hyuck’s melodic moans fill room as he cums on the inside of your thigh, “Now that’s just not fair.”

Your eyes trail back to Doyoung’s and he shakes his head chuckling, “Sweetheart, no. I’m the only one fucking you and that’s that.” Haechan is pushed off of you and you’re hoisted up being carried to the rooms.

“Wha- you’re not even her boyfriend!” You can feel his grip tighten on you at those words and you unconsciously stroke the nape of his neck to soothe him.

He looks down at you softly before chuckling and calling over his shoulder, “No I’m not. But I’m fucking her like he should.”

[atinystaypixie]

Sooooo!!! Oh the writer u r Z😩 im not okay IM NOOOOTTT OKAAAYY!

|| like he should || k.dy

pairing: homewrecker!Doyoung x cheater!reader ft lil homewrecker!Haechan

genre: smut, cheating

warning(s): sneaking around, reader cheats on Jaehyun, secrets, somnophilic activity, dacryphilia, yiddie actionnn , exhibitionism, fingering, caught in the act, etc

wc: 2.9k

a/n: it’s finally complete!! hallelujah😭 I’m basically just gonna tag @multifandomslxt , @andysorbit , and @thesafecafe bc I’ve kept y’all waiting on smth new. can’t say I’m satisfied with the ending but this is unfortunately the best you’ll get from me atm🥹 & *for the sake of bs prevention* I, me, Z, do N A W T condone cheating!! that is all. hope everyone who reads, enjoooyyyssss💋

There was nothing like finally having the place to yourself after continuously being surrounded by loud men. You awoke in the 127 dorm only to find you’re the only occupant, save for shower water you faintly hear from down the hallway. Well there goes being alone.

You let out a stretch on your way to the kitchen, "these boys better have something to eat in here." Lo and behold, there are indeed ingredients for you to cook with. "Alright let's see."

Between the sizzling of the meat in the pan, boiling oil, and the made up tune you're humming, you don't notice you are no longer alone until you hear the sound of the refrigerator closing.

"Oh! Doyoung. I was wondering who stayed behind, I should have known." A beat of silence as he takes a sip of his water, "you have a nice voice."

Heat instantly creeps through your body at the softness of his compliment and your eyes roam his topless figure, stopping above the waistband of his signature baggy gray sweatpants, "oh, I was just playing around."

He lets out a sigh as you turn back to the stove to avoid the conversation. "Just take the compliment." But you don't acknowledge his words, "do you want a burger? I made an extra just in case."

As you're loading up the plates, you feel a presence behind you, "thanks for thinking about me, Sweetheart." When he reaches around you to grab his plate, your breath hitches. You feel the fabric of his sweatpants brush against your bare legs as he leaves.

Just as you turn with your own plate, you make eye contact with your boyfriend- who happened to walk in time to see the end of the exchange.

With the rest of the members trickling in, Jaehyun makes his way to sit next to you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. "Hi baby," you smile at him, hopefully concealing your nerves.

He gives you a faint fake smile, "So..you're making meals for shirtless men now?" You can't help the immediate scoff that leaves your lips. "It's not men. It is literally just Doyoung." He keeps silent for a bit, intensely studying your face as you eat.

"You still didn't offer me any". He tries to pass it off as a joke, but his tone had a certain sass to it, and quite frankly, you didn't appreciate it. "And just for that, I'm not going to."

He remains sitting there not saying anything, but when you return the favor, he gets up without another word and heads to his room. You roll your eyes and continue minding your business. I don't have time for this.

You notice over the course of the next few days, Jaehyun has become clingier and sweeter. Now, he could just feel guilty and is just too prideful to apologize, but..he only became this way whenever Doyoung was in the room. Don't tell me.. "Sweetheart." your head snaps up at the pet name, but then instant confusion hits you.

A nudge pulls you out of your confused state, "Baby, you okay?" You nod your head and give him a reassuring smile, "I'm okay. What are you guys talking about?" "Sweetheart."

Your head swivels to Doyoung, "Huh?" You pray it sounds more like you're asking for elaboration and not that you're answering to the name. There's an amused look in his eyes, "The candy. Sweethearts?"

You feel embarrassment falling over you now, "O-Oh." Jaehyun looks at you strangely, but doesn't address it, "I have a schedule tomorrow so I'll probably be gone when you wake up." A pout finds its way on your lips, which he plants a peck on, "Don't worry, Love, I'll be back before you know it. Then I'm all yours."

But your mind is already elsewhere as he plants a series of kisses on your lips. "Alright we get it, you're gonna miss each other." You let out a laugh at Haechan's bitter statement and stand up. "Okay, I think I'm gonna turn in early you guys," you give everyone a light smile, "Goodnight, I love you all."

Doyoung raises a teasing brow when your eyes happen to meet as you're blowing kisses. The boys unsurprisingly harmonize their goodnights and yell out their nicknames for you. "Get your own girl!" You can hear Jaehyun joke around with the members, but it just makes you cringe a bit. Regardless, you head into his room and change into your favorite baggy tee to sleep in.

"Knock knock." You of course recognize the voice and open the door. "Hey..did you need something?" The slender figured man holds out your custom water bottle, "Didn't want you to go to bed thirsty." so he says, but you can tell there's an ulterior motive.

"Did you now." you take the bottle and smile at him. He takes a quick glance down at your "We can't have you panting without good reason, right?" That's an innuendo right? It has to be. "Oh really? And what would you consider a good reason?" You know you're treading, but he makes it so easy. "That's for me to know, Sweetheart."

He gives you a gummy smile and boops your nose when you frown at his answer. "Goodnight, Doie." his hand falters at the new nickname and he lightly caresses your face as he pulls back, giving you your own. "Sleep well, Angel."

Some time in the middle of the night you hear clothes rustling, "You have to leave now?" Jae plants a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the door, "I'm not sure what time I'll be back, but I love you." You smile sleepily at him before dozing back off.

Just a few moments later you feel the bed dip, "Baby, I thought you had to leave?" A fresh, cold hand stops your body from moving closer to who you thought was Jaehyun. "Calling me baby already?" You release a sharp breath, body tensing at the voice. "This isn't the reason I meant, but it's a good one."

It dawns on you that he's referring to your panting, and you let out a whimper. "Oh you sound so pretty for me and I haven't even done anything yet." He shifts his body to be flush against yours. "We shouldn't do this." He shushes softly against the shell of your ear, "You say that but I bet you want it in the worst way, don’t you? So just..go with it, yeah Angel?"

A shaky breath leaves you as he trails butterfly kisses along the back of your neck, "Doie, please." He inhales deeply as his hands glide underneath your shirt and fondle your breasts in a way that feels too intimate, "God Princess, use your words."

Your body is restless against his, "Please, do something." His body moves to hover over you as you plead to him, "Do what, Angel? You want my fingers?" One of his hands caresses your cheek; thumb tugging down your bottom lip.

"Or maybe my tongue?" The eroticism of his tongue connecting with your neck in a firm lick, before allowing a dribble of saliva to slither down your throat nearly makes you combust then and there. "Give me an answer, Sweetheart, before I take matters into my own hands." The flexing of his hand on your jaw prompts you to nod with teary eyes, "Yes."

He chuckles and lowers himself between your legs, "Already so head empty you can't even answer a question properly." His eyes meet yours just as his breath initially fans across your slick heart, a shudder running through you. "Oh you're going to be fun to ruin."

Your back is soon arching, moans flying from your lips instantly as he flat tongues between your folds. There was no thought that you could feel even more pleasure, but you did the second his long, slender ring and middle finger into you.

The contradiction of the rapidness of his tongue and the slow, almost dragging motions of his finger have you teetering on the edge.

"Doie," your breathing increases as you sit up on your elbows to look at him, "can I cum Daddy, please." His expression displays one of satisfaction that you asked before he needed to instruct you. "Yes baby, you may cum." He sucks your clit into his mouth and curls his fingers up into you at a minimal pace.

"Oh ffffuuuuuuuckk" your head slowly lolls back and you pinch your nipples tightly, tugging them as your legs automatically clasp around his head when his teeth nibble at your clit.

You aren't even given any recovery time when a second wave rocks your body, his fingers already increasing speed as he comes up to meet you face to face.

"You gonna be good and give me another one?" The eye contact never breaks as you hiccup with emotion, "I-It hurts," tears spill from your eyes and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. He leans down closer to your face, mockingly cooing at you, "It hurts, Angel?" You nod, "m-mhm."

There's a slight sadistic glint in his eye as your own overflow, "Where does it hurt, love? Here?" Any noises you were wanting to conceal are instantly flooding out of your mouth at the feeling of his rapid fingers brushing against your spot.

"Uh-huh," your response is followed by a string of yeses that have him slap his free hand over your nose and mouth, cutting off your airflow.

"I know you want everyone to hear how good a needy bitch you are for me, but you'll be in trouble if we get caught." His hand over your mouth tightens for emphasis and you nearly run out of oxygen before he removes his hand and lands a perfect slap to your face before gripping your cheeks, "breathe like a good little slut and cum for me."

You so badly want to cry out as your third orgasm courses through you, but one look into his stern gaze and your cries are converted into more tears.

He scoffs at you when you scramble to grab his free hand and signal him to wrap it around your throat.

"You're a greedy little pain slut, aren't you? Telling me you're hurting but begging for more pain-" His teeth grit as he grips your throat, "Cunt making a nice big puddle in the bed you share with your boyfriend," He pulls his fingers out and massages your clit in slow, circular motions, forcing you to ride out your final orgasm.

"All for me."

The words whispered so deliciously against your lips that your tongue comes out on instinct as your body is completely overcome with pleasure.

Once your body goes slack he instantly removes his hand from your overstimulated flesh, and pulls you into his arms on the dry side of the mattress. Quietly rocking you and planting soft kisses on your head.

"You okay, Angel?" A slow dopey smile makes its way onto your face, appreciating his soft tone, "I am more than okay. Thank you, Doie."

He tenses at the nickname yet again and your rocking comes to a stop. "As much as I would love to stay, we would be in deep shit if we got caught."

But you're already dozed off. "Goodnight, Angel." You smile feeling a familiar kiss on your forehead in your sleep and drift further into slumber as the selfless man with a painful hard-on manages to successfully sneak out of your room.

When you wake in the morning you notice a soreness, not only between your legs, but on your face as well. It hurts when you smile, but that only makes you smile even more.

Maybe I am a pain slut. You chuckle to yourself at similar words spoken to you the previous, and it shifts into nonstop giggles as you toss your sheets into the washing machine.

"What's got you all giggly, Missy?" Haechan smirks as you hold a hand over your heart, startled, "Don't sneak up on me like that, you dick."

He only looks at you in amusement, not an ounce of offense, which is one of the reasons you love this guy. "I mean, I've got plenty of it, if you want some just ask."

Your jaw drops at his inane comeback but you can't help bursting into laughter, "Yeah that'll be the day." You finish loading the machine as he grabs the detergent for you, "Come on we all know Jamal isn't enough to satisfy you."

You're aware that this is normal Haechan banter, but it kind of bothers you how true his statement is.

"And I suppose you are?" You try to will your body not to perk up as you hear Doyoung's voice, but Haechan is more perceptive than you give him credit for. "Maybe." He smirks at Doyoung before leaning closer to you, "Why don't you let me have a shot too."

You stand upright and instantly look at Doyoung, to which the older man only raises a brow in amusement- a recurring thing it seems, and shrugs at you.

You bite the inside of your cheek in contemplation and Haechan shrills out a laugh, "No way you're actually thinking about it." He smiles biting his lip, "You'd let me hit?"

That triggers a rather hard eye roll as you flip him the bird, "Fuck you, Hyuck." And as you turn to leave the laundry room you see a frown on Doyoung's face, not in jealousy, but disdain for the attitude and vulgar language leaving your lips.

You don't even think ahead what the consequences would be, but you attack him too, with a childish sticking out of the tongue.

"Damn, she's sexy when she's bratty." You can hear Haechan exclaim as you walk away. "We'll see how long that lasts when her ass is stinging with heat."

But you don't look back despite the promise, already regretting provoking the Aquarius the way you did. "Oh shit, can I come?"

Little did you know, he’d really let Haechan tag along. In the living room. Thank God it was only the three of you home, but was Haechan gonna have his way with you too? Were they going to tag team you?

"Relax butterfly, I'm just here to watch. For now anyway. We can discuss anything further, later." He gives you a comforting smile and wink, to which you return.

But how did it get here? You have a boyfriend, yet you're about to let this man touch you for a second time, and possibly one of your best friends too!! Please don't send me to hell. Your quick prayer is finished just as the two men decide to sit on opposite sides of you.

The room’s silence only being broken by the lewd squelching of your pussy has your nails digging into both of the men's thighs.

“God- one of you better open your mouth and say something.” Your threat holds no weight as they feel you contracting against their fingers, your eyes and head rolled back.

They both chuckle, Doyoung’s unfazed and Hyuck’s smug, “Aw hyung, I think the slut is getting embarrassed.” Doyoung doesn’t look at him but rather focuses between your legs, “You shouldn’t talk about our little angel like that. Besides, she’s my slut. Aren’t you, Angel.” His eyes meet yours as you nod with a fucked out expression, “M-Mhm.”

You suddenly feel something hot and wet latching onto your right nipple and your head snaps down to Haechan, whose mouth is now sloppily sucking on your tit like he’s waited his entire life for this moment. “I want to fuck these so bad.”

Instantly you’re turning back to Doyoung with a pleading whisper, “Please daddy, p-please.”

He curls his fingers inside you as his free hand joins Hyuck in assaulting your nipples, pinching painfully, but perfectly, “I’m not sure what you’re asking for precious.”

Quickly becoming unable to hold back your approaching O, your pleas become more urgent. “Oh no, you’re trying so hard yet you’re still leaking all over the couch. Without permission.”

Haechan takes the initiative of tipping you over the edge as he feels your body react to Doyoung’s words. Your nipple rolls between his teeth as he syncs his fingers circling your clit with his own strokes, “Come on Pretty, I’m close.”

Not that you had to be told- you already had a stream running down to the floor. Vision splotchy, breathing labored, body still needy. “I. n-need. more.” Your whisper fans across his face, wanting nothing more than to have his lips on yours.

He lands a sharp slap to your tender breasts before gripping your cheeks, sending a shudder through you, “P-Please.”

“Um..hello??” Just as your lips graze, your head is tilted toward the open front door and your heady eyes meet Mark’s.

His eyes are wide and gleaming as he takes in the scene before him, “Hyuck too?!” Soon after, Hyuck’s melodic moans fill room as he cums on the inside of your thigh, “Now that’s just not fair.”

Your eyes trail back to Doyoung’s and he shakes his head chuckling, “Sweetheart, no. I’m the only one fucking you and that’s that.” Haechan is pushed off of you and you’re hoisted up being carried to the rooms.

“Wha- you’re not even her boyfriend!” You can feel his grip tighten on you at those words and you unconsciously stroke the nape of his neck to soothe him.

He looks down at you softly before chuckling and calling over his shoulder, “No I’m not. But I’m fucking her like he should.”

[atinystaypixie]

Thiiisss!! It explains me perfectly 😭

pls- why do I have more platonic insecurity than romantic??

I’m more concerned about turning friends off than niggas. CRAZY.

[atinystaypixie]

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[atinystaypixie]

AAHHHH ROOMIE LETS GOO! THEY WANT US SO BAAADDD😝😝😝

happy birthday to jimmy & weesa!

february 26 (2000 & 2004) ❤️

[atinystaypixie]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

— warnings: size kink, cervix fucking, belly bulge, creampie/breeding, throat fucking

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who tie your smaller frame to their bed, their body almost twice the size of yours as they stand over you, their eyes dark with lust at how vulnerable you look.

Who lower themselves onto you as they measure the length of their cock with your body, whistling lowly before looking you in your eyes with a sinister smirk.

“Shit baby, think you can take it?”

Who watch as your eyes widen with a quiver as you tugged at your restraints, only blinking up at them through your lashes with an incoherent mumble, your wet pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

No matter how many times you guys did this, you still never got used to how big they were. After all, they were practically a tower next to you, and their dick was nothing short of that size.

“Sorry sweetheart.” they laugh. “forgot you were gagged.”

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make you watch with teary eyes as their cocks bulge visibly in your stomach. Only halfway in before you’re crying, whining about it being too much. You get so full. Your mewls loud and broken as you moan their name.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose cocks still grow when they’re hard, swelling within the warmth of your walls. Who beg for you to take it. Telling you how good you were doing and how happy it would make them if you take them all the way. Take them deep.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you make them bleed, sharp nails scratching down their backs as you try to adjust around them, tearfully wincing at the sting that came with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love to stuff their fingers down your throat while encouraging you to ride them, their hands on your waist as they guide you up and down just the beginning of their length.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose thick fingers fill you like a second dick, making you cry out loudly as they pushed against that spongy spot. Cooing at you and telling you to take it as their fingers harshly curl into you. Thrusting mercilessly until you’re squirting all over their hand with a scream.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who fuck you in every position and against every wall or surface.

Their mouths on your clit and tongues lapping up the wetness between your folds with your legs spread on their shoulders, strong hands being the only thing holding you up.

Their feet planted into the floor as they bounced you on their cock. Folding you like a sex doll by holding your bent knees flush against your chest, roughly lifting you off and back onto their cock. Loud sobs filling the room as their mushroom shaped tip pierced painfully past your cervix, your moans high pitched as your cheeks stain with tears.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who always have to be so careful with you, knowing they could easily break you even if they didn’t mean too.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose hands are twice the length and width of yours, easily pinning both your wrists above your head when during sex.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose big hands easily bruise your delicate skin, your neck always painted purple and blue from him accidentally choking you too hard. Who engulf you with their body in a tight hug to apologize, kissing your head and promising you that they didn’t mean to hurt you.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who groan when you try to suck them off. Your plump lips stretched around their fiery red tip, slobbering down their thick length. Who get off to your struggle, cock twitching with a loud groan when you look up at them innocently. Trying (and failing) to take their cock all the way, your eyes welling with tears when it pushes to the back of your throat.

Who shoot their cum straight into your awaiting mouth. Watching you gag softly as the liquid forces itself down your throat, trickling down the sides of your lips when you smile up at them. Sticking out your tongue to show that you swallowed it all, their thumb running over your bottom lip before letting their spit fall into your awaiting mouth.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who get so carried away by how snug your pussy feels around them. Unknowingly bullying their cocks deeper and deeper. Their brain so foggy that your loud choked cries don’t even register.

Who when riding them, accidentally force you to bottom down. Your salty tears clouding your vision as you sob out that you can’t take it— that they’re so deep and it hurts. That you can feel them fucking past your cervix. Who know that you’re only able to whimper and mewl when the pain turns pleasurable, groans sounding from the back of their throat as their eyes fixed on their tip’s imprint on your belly. Who continue to jerk themselves off with your tight pussy, voice deep and raspy as they praise you for taking it all.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you ask them to be rough with you. Toss you around and slap you when you talk back. Who slam their hips into you with no care, telling you to shut up and take it or they’d leave you empty instead. Who choke you while fucking into you, digging their fingers into your cheeks to shut up your constant cries, scoffing and spitting in your face when your tears begin to fall.

Who bruise your pussy and your neck for days to come, purple and red littering your skin from you being used as nothing but a flesh light. Eventually passing out as orgasm after orgasm was forced from your swollen, aching and sensitive cunt.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make sure to check up on you afterwards, not letting you sit or walk on your own because they know how sore they left you. Happy when you keep reassuring them that you wanted it, like the fact that they were so rough.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who smirk at the jealous looks you get when he walks hand in hand with you in public, people whispering to each other about the extreme height difference.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you wear their clothes, snuggling into the softness of his hoodies that swallow you whole. The pieces of fabric being sizes too large on your body.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you melt into their lap, muscular arms around your waist as they kiss down your neck softly. Whispering words of praises into your ear with his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“God i love you so much.” they smile, “My pretty little baby.”

[atinystaypixie]

𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! gojo’s pov, he has a huge size kink, manhandling, y'all are all living that married life, oral, teasing, praise, satoru is a soft love sick teasing sweetheart all for you some cock sucking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! size any jjk guy

Oreo: size kink or BRRRRRRRRR

You’re adorable struggling on your tip toes stretching your hand out for his boxes of chocolate. All of them stacked perfectly at his eyes level.

Satoru snickers when you jump. The blood rushes to his cock when you jiggle from the impact of landing. You’re so soft, squishy, short, and perfect.

You turn around with a scalding glare. The denial of chocolate getting to you. Your whine is adorable, “You did this on purpose!”

Satoru smirks closing the gap quickly with his long strides. Cornering you against the counter which he grabs to trap you between his muscular arms.

He croons, “And what are you gonna do about it?” You have to look up at him, he feels so much bigger, stronger. The feeling is making the blood rush into his cock.

You turn around in his arms, looking up at the sweet with forlorn. “Ignore you and climb the counters.” Bumping him with your soft butt. Satoru barely budges, grabbing your hips to lift you off the floor with ease.

He smirks and insists, “Ignore me then.” He tilts his head back, and sits you down. He sucks on your cunt’s soft lips through your underwear, loudly groaning.

Satoru wants you on your back looking up at him with tears in your beautiful eyes. While his big cock bullies your soft little cunt into a sore mess.

You taste better than the sweets you’re trying to get. And when your voice trembles his cock throbs. He tries to stuff his tongue into your cunt with your soft underwear in the way. It just barely gives letting him glide the tip of his tongue in.

With his six eyes, he can see the frustration melting from your beautiful face. A soft expression of pleasure replacing it. He can see the desperation in your gorgeous eyes.

Rocking your hips, gently grinding your soft cunt on his face. “Satoru please.” You reach back grabbing his soft hair, tugging. All that bratty attitude you had when he walked in is crumbling so easily. It’s making Satoru’s cock and balls ache with a need for your soft, submissive, short ass.

Satoru lifts you off his face. Admiring how the thin fabric clings to your lips giving him a beautiful outline of your soft cunt. “You’re so perfect to fuck into a mess.” Satoru bites your ass, your soft cock making his cock twitch. He dying to be in you, aching to feel your soft, wet, and warm cunt cumming because of his cock.

Satoru smirks, urging you, “Grab your snack mama while I'm eating mine.” You lean forward pushing your back back when he sits you back down on his face.

Satoru sucks on your soft clit and groans. You’re so easy to throw around, he loves how he can manhandle you. He can fold you in two and fuck his long cock into your squishy guts.

It gets him off on how you look up at him, trusting him to take care of your cunt.

You grab the top shelf, “Forget the snack I want you to eat me out! Take my underwear off! I want to feel your soft tongue.” He lifts you off his face and sets you down.

Satoru glides his hands underneath your shirt. His shirt looks better on you. He hooks his thumbs into your underwear, you have to look up at him, waiting for him to say something.

Furrowing your brows, shifting your hips, his cock grinding against the middle of your back. “Satoru why are you so quiet? Every other time you have something to say.” Pre cum smears inside his underwear, making a wet mess.

He glides your underwear down for you to step out of. He pushes them to the side, curling two thick fingers into your soft cunt. He loves his he knows you’re body better than his own.

Your soft lips part with a sweet moan. He has to lean down and kiss you. Pouring every ounce of carnal hunger into it. Your soft tongue rubbing his has him thinking about how well you suck his cock and balls.

He pulls away, leaving you breathless, wondering. “Can't I admire my beautiful wife?” He kisses your forehead. “I love how I can call you my beautiful wife, my sweet wife, my darling little wifey.” He grabs your hand, kissing your ring.

Your soft cunt soaking his ring as he fucks his thick fingers into you. “Love how she squelches for me, letting me know how good I'm making her feel.” Letting your hand go.

He pulls your shirt up for you to hold in your mouth. “Good girl.” He softly plays with your nipple, massaging them with two thick fingers. “That’s it little mama lemme feel your soft pretty self cumming on my thick fingers.”

You’re so close. Satoru begs “Please mama cum for me. You’re perfect for me.” You drop your shirt with a moan of his name, cumming on his fingers. Your sweet juices trickle down your beautiful soft thighs.

Slowly gliding his finger out, sticking them into his mouth. Satoru groans whilst sucking his fingers clean. You turn around and keel, massing Satoru through his underwear. “You’re soaking through handsome.” You lick the wet spot on his boxers, tasting his sweet pre-cum.

He groans, “I love everything about your short n’ soft ass. With my six eyes I can't see myself with anyone else.” You slip his underwear down, kissing his head, the soft feeling of your lips on his head is heavenly.

Satoru groans when you glide his cock deep into your mouth. “All you’re, lemme show you by worshiping your sweet cunt.” The years of practice make your mouth dangerous. He can't bring himself to pull away as you deepthroat him.

Satoru whines when you glide him out of your mouth. Right away he wants to fuck the cocky, playful smile off your face. He grabs you, throws you over his shoulder, slaps your ass, and stuffs two fingers in.

Gliding his fingers out and tasting you. He wonders, "Do you have any plans tomorrow morning? Because you aren't walking for a little while after tonight."

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[atinystaypixie]

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢; 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! fluff and smut, praise/degradation/teasing, biting, toji is sweet mean, fingering, manhandling, size kink, toji’s pov, spanking

Oreo: just a little something something that I couldn't bring myself to get rid of cause I firmly believe toji would drop your ass on the floor. Then would use it in his favor

Crushing you with his large body into the sofa. Toji stands up the second you cling to him. He refuses to hold you causing you to squeeze him tighter.

He wants your soft thighs wrapping around his. Smiling when you whine, “Toji either hold me or let me go!”

“You’re clinging to me but ok!” He grabs your waist to rip you off his body and drops you. When you laid on your ass he stifles a laugh. “Ha-fuck I thought you’d wobble around then stand.”

Your glare is anything but intimidating, “You bitch! Wobble then stand my ass!” Toji crouches in front of you, mockly pouting. Then smiling widely, proud of himself and the ire he’s invoking.

“Aw did that hurt? Want me to kiss your pretty ass better?” Toji grabs you by your underarms. You’re so easy to manhandle and put over his shoulder.

You softly hit his back backside, scratched up from last night. Whining “How is this helping!” He can hear the pout in your voice.

Toji fondles your soft ass, massaging your cheek. “Your ass hurts so you can’t walk ‘round right?” Taking you down the hall into the bedroom. Where he lifts you off his shoulder and turns you around to face the bed. Which he bends you over the edge of.

You huff, “I thought you were trying to make feel better!” He pushes your baggy shirt up, sliding your underwear down. Softly kissing your soft lips, gliding his tongue in. Massaging both your cheeks and groaning into your soft cunt.

Toji loudly makes out with your cunt, kissing, sucking, and gliding his tongue in with deep hungry groans. You taste so sweet and you’re lips are perfectly soft. Such a beautiful small little cunt that takes every inch of his fat cock.

He curls a thick finger into your soft cunt, slowly gliding it deeper. Watching for any signs of uncomfortablity. Whilst admiring how your tight cunt grips his finger. Your lips parting for him. “‘S that better mama?”

You moan, “Nnnn right there!” He softly massages your cheeks, kissing the one he isn't fondling.

He rubs your sweet spot with the perfect pressure. Urging you, “Lemme watch you cum mama, lemme see your soft sweet cunt get juicer for me.” His words pushing you over the edge.

“That’s it mama. Is that all better?” He doesn't stop fucking your soft squelching cunt with his thick fingers. Stroking your sweet spot like you aren't feebly trying to run away from him. The edge of the bed keeps you from doing more than wiggling.

“‘S good daddy!” He glides his fingers out and roughly smacks each cheek four times. Leaving your cheeks stinging and sore, your trembling, eyes blurry with tears. Your thighs are slick with your cum. “Mmmeann!”

Toji insists, “It’s hard not to bully your lil slutty ass when you look so hot crying n’ your cunt gets soaking wet from it.” He curls two thick fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Be honest with me otherwise I won't let you cum again.”

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[atinystaypixie]

ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃' 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with ONYANKOPON on a balcony.

for my 1500+ 𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @prettybraat.

ᰔhere you go baby, happy black history month!❤️💚💛

ᰔcw: modern au! fem, black reader. balcony sex, exhibitionism, panty-ripping, backshots, hair-pulling, scratching.

ᰔdividers by @/benkeibear.

ᰔwc: 2.2k

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When your boyfriend, Onyankopon, or ‘Ony’ for short, texted you with a simple ‘get ready’ you immediately hopped up to pack an overnight bag.

Ony works as a financial consultant for one of the biggest banks in Atlanta, as well as a personal finance advisor, so he’s never short on dough and absolutely does not mind spending his hard-earned money on his baby girl.

You haven’t seen him in a while due to it being tax season and him working overtime at the bank, so you knew that when you saw him, you were definitely getting your back blown out.

As you were deciding which pairs of sexy panties you wanted to bring, your phone began to ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby.” Your man’s smooth, baritone voice filtered its way from the phone speaker and into your ear making you clench your thighs together.

“Hey, pooh. Are you off of work already? I’m still getting my stuff together.”

Onyankopon laughed once he heard you rummaging around in your room; who knows what all you were throwing in that gold and black sequin Victoria’s Secret duffle bag you loved so much.

“I’m about to FaceTime you, baby. I want to show you something.”

When he said that, you stopped packing and focused all of your attention on the phone - Ony chuckled because he knew how nosy you were.

The request to FaceTime immediately came through and you accepted it.

“ONYANKOPON!!”

He just chuckled deeply, “Not the government.” 

On your screen currently sat the finest version of your man that you had ever seen.

Now, Ony had always been fine; let's make that abundantly clear…

Smooth, flawless dark-brown skin, toned muscular body, tattoos up and down his arms and back (that were usually hidden by his business suits), straight white teeth, and don’t forget the inches that he was packing - eight and a half, to be exact.

Long, thick, and hard.

…but Ony with a fade and dreads pulled back in a half-up half-down ponytail? 

Oh, he must've been trying to call in for the next week or so.

“You went quiet on me, bae. Do you like it?’’ You were snapped out of your nasty little reverie.

“Do I like it? Babe, you look so fucking mouthwatering right now. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make the drive all the way to yours.”

Flirting sensually, you leaned your upper body into the camera and let your breasts spill out of your tank top for your man’s viewing pleasure.

You didn’t miss how Ony raised an eyebrow and bit down on his lower lip, pausing before he continued,

“To mine? Oh, we’re not going to mine, baby girl. I made a reservation for us at the Waldorf Astoria in Buckhead.” 

Leaning back out of the camera frame, you made your perfectly arched eyebrows jump while bringing a hand to your mouth to chew on the tip of one of your baby blue stiletto nails.

“You did, babe? That’s so sweet of you, I can’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud car horn honk from outside.

“Ony!! I didn’t know you were damn near almost here; why didn’t you say something, boy?!”

Tossing the phone onto the bed, you hurriedly gathered the rest of your things and shoved them into the bag before zipping it up. Your slides were on the side of your bed, so you slipped your matching pedicured toes into them and grabbed your keys off your nightstand.

“Hey, who you think you raising yo voice at, huh? Be good for me and come on outside, baby.”

—-

After climbing into the passenger seat of Ony’s navy blue BMW X5, he shut the door behind you and returned to the driver’s side.

You watched him carefully with slightly lidded eyes as he put his hand on the back of your headrest and backed out of the driveway.

Ony could feel you burning a hole in the side of his head, which made him bite his bottom lip again and send you a furtive glance while he drove through Atlanta traffic.

“What’s up, mama? Why you keep on staring at me?”

He knew good and damn well why you were staring at him.

You knew that he knew, because of the little smirk that formed at the corner of his plump lips as he held onto your thigh with his right hand and drove with his left hand holding the middle of the steering wheel.

The ride was leisurely, as all you had to do was sit there and look pretty, one leg propped up over the other as you scrolled through your TikTok feed. 

Ony moved his hand from your thigh to your foot, slipping your slide off and rubbing the sole of your foot.

“Oh! Babe…”

He just let out a soft hum of acknowledgment before turning into the parking lot of Seasons 52. 

Since Ony had made a reservation, you didn't have to wait long before a waitress came out to direct you both to your table.

This isn’t your first time coming here, but you still marvel at how everything on the menu constantly shifts and changes, yet always manages to always taste so delicious.

The salmon that you ordered was roasted to perfection; the potatoes just melted in your mouth and the green beans had just the right amount of crunch. 

Dinner conversation was fruitful, full of talks about your plans for university and Ony of the new investments that he was planning to make.

He held your free hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles while he sipped his wine and listened to you talk. 

His cocoa-brown eyes shined with love and admiration for you as you excitedly spilled about all of the classes that you’d be taking during the upcoming semester.

After you finished your dinner, Ony called for the waitress so he could pay then the two of you left with him guiding you by the small of your back to his car.

—-

Once you checked into your suite, Ony was on you like white on rice.

His large hands gripped you up, fondling your voluptuous ass cheeks while he repeatedly slotted his lips over yours in hot kisses filled with longing and need.

The cold links of his watch against your exposed lower back made a shiver race down your spine as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. 

Ony looked down at you, meeting your big, brown doe eyes; immediately his dick began to harden in his slacks.

“Nuh uh, we don’t have time for that right now, baby. I have another plan for yo sexy ass.” 

He swatted away the hand that reached for his belt buckle and pulled you up by your bicep.

The suite Ony booked was almost as big as your entire damn apartment: two bedrooms, a spacious living area, a kitchenette (that was too big to be considered a kitchenette), and two bathrooms, both fitted with walk-in showers and whirlpool tubs.

Your nails clawed at the pressed cotton of his white dress shirt as he backed both of you up into the nearest bedroom. The motion-sensor lamps clicked on as soon as you stepped over the threshold, bathing both of you in a sensual, amber glow.

The curtain to the in-suite balcony was pulled back revealing the beautiful Buckhead cityscape below you, along with a navy sky full of bright, twinkling stars.

Ony began unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it free from where it was tucked into his pants as he finally allowed you to grab his belt and begin unbuckling it.

“Somebody’s impatient..” He chuckled as you yanked it from the loops and threw it across the room.

Once he was shirtless and you were down to your panties, he scooped you up and carried you over to the window.

“Wait, Onyankopon, what do you think you’re doing??”

He didn’t answer, but instead unlocked the glass door leading out to the balcony and stepped outside with you clinging to him.

The slightly cool breeze from the evening air whipped against your naked skin and made you press yourself further into Ony, who cradled your chin and brought your mouth back to his to give you another breathtaking kiss.

“I remember you saying that you wanted to try some different things, so here’s your opportunity, baby. Now turn around and grab that rail for me.”

His big hand went to the fly of his pants for him to unzip them and tug them down. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and began sliding it over his hard dick.

Just as you were about to do as you were told, you could hear faint chatter from below: a couple of floors below, there was a group of men and women seated at a round table out on their balcony, having drinks.

“Ony, there’s people out here - what if they see me?” Bashfully, your hands flew to cover your naked breasts. 

As you were leaning down to look at the other guests, Ony rubbed his dick between your ass cheeks, bumping it against your clit. A soft moan left your lips and your eyes almost closed before you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“They won’t see you, baby. They might hear you, though.” 

You heard that damn smirk in his voice, but soon you forgot all about anyone hearing once Ony grabbed your panties with one finger and ripped the flimsy material off of you, flinging it aside.

“Oh, babe!”

A loud moan was pulled from you as your boyfriend pushed the head of his dick into your opening. Your hands flew forward and you took a tight hold of the balcony’s railing as Ony started pounding you swiftly from the back.

The sounds of your ass colliding with his hips were loud throughout the silent night, so if those people were just really listening they’d easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.

One tiny hand with those baby blue nails fell free from the rail and grabbed at Ony’s veiny forearm for leverage; his thrusts had your entire body quivering already. 

Soon enough, long scratches began to cover his arm as you tried your best to hold onto him.

You looked up at him and could feel him grow harder inside of you from the visual: fat ass bouncing back on him, braids shaking free from your bun, and your mascara beginning to run.

“Hm, what?” He licked his lips again but didn’t slow his pace as he just looked back into your misty eyes. “What is it, baby? Too much for ya?”

“Ony, I’m…” You trailed off as he suddenly picked you up underneath your thighs, his forearms resting in the creases of your knees.

“I didn’t tell you to let go of that damn rail.”

“ONYANKOPON!”

“And you were worried about somebody hearing you.” He laughed and bent you in half, still jackhammering away as you bumped and jostled against his body, 

Your upper half is now bent over the railing as the wind picks up and whips your hair across your face.

“Onyankopon, I’m going to fall!” 

“I won’t let you fucking fall, girl. Got too many muscles to let you fall.”

He grunted and locked his arms around your thighs, heavy balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

“Hold the fucking rail, and hold that nut, too. I’m almost there. Gunna cum for you, baby; just hold still for me.”

Ony grabbed your hair up into a ponytail to pull it out of your face and also to yank your head back so he could whisper in your ear.

“You see that shit, baby? See those city lights beaming so fucking bright for you as I fuck your tight little pussy open?”

“Ohh, oh God! Yes, baby, I see them! Fuck, I see them!”

“You cumming?”

“YES! Yes, I’m cumming, oh my God! I’m cumming, baby!”

“Let it go then, baby. Go ahead and cum for ‘The Great One’*”

After that, you were done.

Your release washed over you like a wave; luckily Onyankopon was holding onto you or you might’ve actually flipped head-first over that balcony.

You both moaned each others’ names as your orgasm triggered his, bodies bathed in the pale moonlight of the night, surrounded by nothing but the stars and your love for one another.

—-

After that first round on the balcony, Onyankopon took you back into the room and the two of you went at it in nearly every area of the large presidential suite.

He even took you again in the shower before he washed you both off, wrapped you in a towel, and brought you over to the bed, wrapping you up in the covers.

“I love you, Y/N…my shining star..” Was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into dreamland, nothing but sweet thoughts of your handsome man on your mind.

—--

a/n: *Onyankopon means ’God’ in the Ghanian language and ‘The Great One’ in Ashanti mythology, referring to the Sky God.

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[atinystaypixie]

|| are you jealous || k.dy

pairing: sugar daddy!Doyoung x sugar baby!reader

genre: smut, kinda cute lowk, a bit of fluff, established relationship

warning(s): dom!Doyoung, sub!reader, topping from the bottom, Doie gets jealous, couple of L bombs

wc: 1.6k

a/n: ik I'm on a hiatus and highk wanted to add so much more, but I haven't been there as far as *fic* writing goes, so I'll have to be satisfied with this. anyway, I really hope y'all enjoy aaaand lmk if I should do a pt 2 with Mark😗 not at all proofread. mdni.

The mood of the restaurant is entirely too spot on for your current situation. Dim lighting. Endless wine. A fine, fine, man across from you. You can't help but ask God, "how"? How did you get blessed to be in this situation?? How- and why, did He guide this man to you?

"What's on your mind, angel?" His tender voice breaks you out of your daydream. "Nothing really," you smile at him, and he returns it, but his response is stern. "You know I don't tolerate lies," heat creeps up your body as his fingers slide across the table and interlace with yours, "trust me with your thoughts."

It's not a simple request, but it feels easy to do with him. "I..am thinking about how we met." His grin is cavity-inducingly sweet. "You were quite the flustered mess," he teases you. "Yeah, well you were so bold and direct, what was I supposed to do?" you grin right back at him, thinking about the day, "not to mention hOT!"

That day plays clear in your mind like it was yesterday. "You were everything I'd been looking for in a man." "Were?" his tone can't help but be teasing. "Are." you correct both him and yourself. "You truly are, everything to me."

His eyes flood with emotion and he says the words teetering on the tip of his tongue, "I love you, angel." Your own eyes grow misty and your flutters like never before, "I love you too, Doie. Thank you for loving me."

You blink the tears away, turning your head, and make lingering eye contact with the approaching waiter. He's quite handsome, the thought couldn't help but flit through your mind. Doyoung's hand tenses around yours as he catches the interaction, "No need to thank me. you're mine alone, to love."

The handsome waiter's ears become noticeably red at your suitor's words, "Uhm," his voice cracks so cutely a giggle escapes you, "W-What can I get you two tonight?"

The spacious limo is packed with silence. Doyoung hadn't spoken much after leaving the restaurant, though you understand why. Your waiter had very audaciously slipped you his number in front of him. "Baby are you mad at me?"

His body tenses when your freshly pedicured toes glide up his inner thigh, "Come on, don't ruin our special night." When his eyes meet your face, they remain trained on the pout your lips hold.

"I'm not mad at you." his brief pause indicating there is a possibility you may not like what he says next. "I'm more upset at myself for.." he releases a deep sigh before looking straight into your eyes, "I'm upset at myself for being aroused at the fact that that..boy had the audacity to make a pass at you, with full knowledge that when we left, I was going to be the one to ruin you."

When your breath hitches, his hands begin to gently massage your foot. "Don't act so surprised, angel," his expression is radiating arrogance at this point, "You know- especially after that stunt, that I will not hesitate to paint your walls white."

The intensity of his glare causes a whimper to leave your lips; cocky smirk on his face only furthering your arousal and embarrassment. "I bet you're already dripping,"

it's a murmur, but intended for you to hear, "you would probably devour that boy." He's saying these things to humiliate you, but the thought actually has you clenching your thighs thighs together.

"Look at you. Squirming at the thought of taking another man." he scoffs, dramatically tossing your leg aside. "I can't even look at you right now." 

An awkward clearing of a throat transfers your attention to the driver who has lowered the partition, “We’re here, sir.” Doyoung glances up to meet the man’s gaze with a knowing smirk and tongues his cheek, “Go ahead and take the weekend off Mr. Moon.” You both exit the vehicle without awaiting a response.

It’s like clockwork that you’re face against the wall as soon as you enter the penthouse, “And I thought you were gonna take it slow.” You can’t help the smart aleck words that escape you, it comes too naturally with him.

“I thought I’d already fucked the senseless audacity out of you,“ His body’s pressed flush against yours, teeth grazing your earlobe with a growl, “Yet here we are.”

You couldn’t keep up the theatrics anymore, now whining in impatience, “Someone’s desperate.” But you can feel him softening up as he carries you into your shared room. Laying you out on the bed.

There’s a brief moment of warmth that passes between the two of you, a silent affection. The moment remains until you’re modeling your soft colored lingerie set.

His eyes wander your body, fingers toying with the elastic garters. “You know I love you, don’t you?” A small smile lights your face as you nod. He gives a quick reassuring look before his eyes harden with tension, “Good. Because it's gonna feel like I don’t.”

As if to emphasize his words, his hands primally rip at the fabric covering you. Your noises of surprise are drowned out as you’re instantly flipped over, ass propped into the air. “Mmm,” you hear him groan in satisfaction as he buries his face in your heat.

You don’t even have the opportunity to catch your breath with him going all in the way he is. “Oh,” you reach back, pushing his head further in and arching your back more. 

“Mm-mn,” He shakes his head which is actually an insane feeling- but that’s bypassed when he collects your wrists into one hand behind your back and pushes you deeper into the bed.

He gives you one last swipe of his tongue from clit to ass before standing upright and nudging you with his bulge tightly suppressed by his briefs.

“I wanted to make love to you so bad,” you hear him removing the fabric with his free hand as his occupied locks in your wrists tighter, “But I don’t believe you deserve that at the moment.” His final word a grunt as he chooses then to smack your cheek and slide into you in one go, “Oh, you're shaking already.” And you are.

Never had you so strongly regretted acting out like in this moment, “P-Please.” Your voice is soft and fucked out, spent before he’d even properly begun. “Sorry angel, I can’t hear over the sounds your pussy is making.” 

You let out a half whine feeling him too deeply when he leans over your back to speak in your ear, “You hear it don’t you angel? That’s all you. And you know who did that??”

Babbles is all that leave your mouth as you try to form a response, “Sure as hell not that boy from the restaurant. What was his name?? Oh, yes- Mark. Surely Mark isn’t the one who got you like this.”

Unable to control your reaction to his taunts, you unintentionally squeeze around him at the wrong time. But he laughs in bitter disbelief, “Ah. I knew it. I knew you were into him. He’s probably at home soiling his sheets to the thought of you..perhaps next time we should invite him.” His thrusts have slowed to a halt, your cunt hot and pulsating around him.

He wordlessly pulls out of you, opting to lie at the top of the bed with a look you know all too well. You pout at him with a frown and reluctantly crawl on top of him, “Why couldn’t you just keep fucking me.” A grin finds his face as he bursts into laughter at the sight of you genuinely upset. “Was it that good baby?”

Straddling him you land a smack on his chest to show your distraughtness, “YES!!” He chuckles as he once again confines your wrists in his hands and says through gritted teeth, “Only good girls get the giving.” You can physically feel your eyes softening as you slightly slip into sub space, “You have to take it yourself, sweetheart.”

He releases your hands as you grow frustrated struggling to get him inside you. Octaved moans fill the room once he fills you to the hilt, an unexpected orgasm coursing through you. “Ohhh look at that. Good girl, keep going.” You ride out the orgasm, increasing speed as you’re now needy and yearning for more.

“Wait D-Daddy m’ legs are tired.” He mock sighs and shakes his head at your words, “Slut’s so fucked out I have to do everything myself.” Without warning he lays flat on his back, pulls you down flush against his chest, and fires deep, rapid thrusts.

Your moans nonstop at this point. The knocking of the headboard most likely traveling down to your neighbors but neither of you care.

“Please please please d-don’t s-stOP.” This is your rawest form. Drool on his chest, voice gone but still screaming, hearts in your eyes. Only he could make you this way and he knew that.

You feel your body rack when he huskily declares in your ear, “I’m gonna cum, angel.” The slow, deliberate thrusts as you both cum elicits a drawn out moan from you.“

I-I love you Daddy.” Your hands are stroking his hair as you both gather your breath. “I love you most, my angel.” Unconsciously you start slowly grinding against him, “Uh uh, nope. You need to freshen up so we can eat. We left early because somebody couldn’t behave.”

But you’ve already got him in your mouth, hard yet again. “God what am I going to do with you.”