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[iamk]

Okay but what about TattooArtist!Neteyam and piercer!Lo‘ak and Y/N who’s basically a virgin to both but wants to get a back tattoo and her nips pierced so she goes to the most recommended shop in town. The Sully bros convince her to get both done at the same time because it’s "less painful" or something like that (they argued earlier about who will take her "virginity" first and that’s what they agreed on) and then when she’s done they show her all the piercings and tattoos on their bodies as a reward <3

[iamk]

Both Ain’t Shit- Smoke vers.

Smoke Moore x Black Reader

Genre: Smut with plot

Word count: 6.2k+

Summary: You and Smoke have been having a little fling for a while now. But Smoke pushes you too far. And now it’s time to show him you can play the game just as well as him, and remind him who he’s dealing with.

Warnings: cheating if you squint, p in v, fem receiving oral, use of n word, banter, and cussing

Authors notes: i’m so sorry for making yall wait so long for this. This was very long so i think my next few pieces will be short. I have a lot more ideas to come tho! Enjoy!!

He is not my man.

I mean, yeah he be at my place more than his own. He got a designated space in my closet for his clothes, he sometimes gets packages sent to my address, and my neighbors think he’s my husband…

But Elijah Moore is not my man.

And I wasn’t his woman neither.

Or at least that's what we tell everyone…

Me and Smoke wasn’t nothing but a good time to each other at first. The risky nights, flirty texts, and playing house was fun and all at first. But then I fell too deep into our fake fantasy. 

Smoke has everything I want in a man–drive, ambition, quite confidence and he gave me sex that made me forget my own name. Everything I dreamed of, but he didn’t give me the security, honesty, and title of the relationship I wanted. 

I used to care, I used to ask, I used to cry about the women that approached us in public like I was some homewrecker, the days when he would leave and not talk to me, the late nights where he would up and go handle “business” without putting on proper clothes or packing his work bag. And I say this with my chest because I will never again fall for his games. 

He use to gaslight me so well I thought I was going crazy and made up the entire thing. And I tried to leave, put the mess of a relationship behind me but Smoke can make you feel like you the only one, even when you know for a fact you’re not. 

And I always knew, I always knew.

Between the late replies, dirty stares from women I don’t know in shops giving me dirty stares, and the way his phone magically stayed face down every time he came over.

I’d have to be stupid to not know. 

But now?

I play it cool. Smile in his face, moan in his ear, and act like I’m not being used. Because I know I can run game too. He wants to be a player? Bet you I can play dirty too if not dirtier.

Because even when he’s out chasing whatever new girl that caught his eye, he still ends up in my bed. He might go ghost for a day or two, but he always shows back up with that same sorry ass smirk like he ain’t been doing me wrong. But I know I mean something to him because I’m the one he slips up and calls when he’s drunk, the one he trusts with his silence, his stress, his secrets. I’m not stupid—I know I’m not the only one he touches, but I’m the only one that sees Elijah Moore. They might get Smoke, but I get both. And maybe that makes me just as dumb as them, but at least I’m the one he always runs back to. Even if he pretends like he’s just passing through.

 I don’t return the energy to the same extent—not 'cause I’m loyal, but 'cause none of them other dudes make me feel what Smoke do. They don’t got that pull on me. They don’t got that calm but dangerous aura that make your knees weak and pride nonexistent. And I hate that. I hate that I crave the same man that got me second-guessing my worth, but still got the power to fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world. They couldn’t handle me anyway—not like he can. So I let him think he winning… while I lose my damn mind behind closed doors.

But tonight he did something that was a new low.

I should have know something was off when he showed up to my door with flowers.  

Smoke ain’t ever gave me no fucking flowers. He do give orgasms and headaches. He do “You good?” texts at 2 in the morning. But flowers. Roses? Never .But there he was—standing in the doorway like a fever dream—holding roses like that alone could undo months of hurt. They were fresh too, like he’d actually cared enough to stop and pick the best ones for me. The red looked loud against the cool evening light, too loud for a man who whispered lies in a voice so calm it sounded like love.

That was guilt wrapped in a heart shaped box. With a weak ass smirk. 

“What’s this for?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe of my front door with my arms crossed. Staring at him with confusion and surprise in my voice.

He smirked. “ I can’t do something nice for you?” He says dressed in his typical grey suit with a blue tie, with a caring but deceitful look in his eyes.

He walked past me like he owned the place– even though some days he practically lived here. He dropped the roses in the middle of my dining room table like they meant something to me and then found his way back to me by sliding his arm around my waist. I let him. I always let him. Because I deserve some fun out of this too. 

The night started like our normal routine. Dinner. Jokes. Laying in his chest while telling him about my day. He even started talking to me about how he wants to take me on a getaway trip so he can show me the world. Which should have been red flag number two. But again I just wanted to get the most out of him being with me.

The third flag was what got me though. 

I was looking for one of my heels that I had recently broken on accident in hopes I could get a little money out of him for all the problems that come with him. But while I was looking I saw a little velvet box tucked in the bag he packed to spend the night. 

At first, my heart jumped–thinking that maybe something came over him and knocked him into his senses to commit to me. Thinking maybe it was a promise ring or something stupid like that.

But as I got closer I realized how familiar the box looked. When me and Smoke started messing around he gave me a gold anklet as a little keep me in mind gift. And I still wear it to this day because you cant see it under my clothes in public, it makes him pound me into the mattress when he sees while we fucking, and because I thought it was a genuine gift he was giving me because he cared.(you’re a dummy bitch)

Out of curiosity I kneeled down checking my surroundings to make sure he wasn’t about to come help me look for whatever I came in my room for. I opened the box to see the exact anklet that was on my leg. The box has a note attached to it that read, 

“To J.”

“J… Who the fuck is J?” I thought to myself. My blood immediately started to boil. Vision blurring. But I collected myself to steady my hands as I closed the box and zipped his bag right back up with a smirk on my face. This was my green light to start fucking with him.

I walked back into the living room. I didn’t ask no questions. Didn’t start a fight. Didn’t even make a petty remark. I gave him one more night, one last kiss, and last moan. Letting him think everything was sweet. Made it real good too, gave him my all.

Because tomorrow?

I’m getting my lick back.

Next day 

I woke up like I knew nothing.

Played the same role—sweet, soft, and familiar. I kissed him good morning, made him breakfast, even ironed the shirt he accidentally wrinkled from throwing it in his bag.

He was still in bed by the time I was done, shirtless in only his underwear, stretching like he ain’t just spent the whole night with his tongue in me. The sun crept in through the blinds, laying golden ribbons across his broad muscular back. He looked good—too damn good for someone who didn’t deserve me.

I walked past the bedroom doorway with my coffee in hand, making sure to get all his shit together so he could be on his way. I looked like a woman coming down from a long night—curls falling messily from the makeshift bun, nightgown straps slipping off my shoulders from running round the house. But the second I heard his voice, I paused.

“Damn, you just gon’ walk past me like that?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and fake concern.

“Didn’t know you were still here,” I replied over my shoulder, taking a slow sip from my mug. “Usually you’d be gone by now.”

He chuckled, that lazy one he does when he thinks he’s charming.

“That how we acting today?”

I kept moving, gathering his keys, wallet, phone charger—placing everything neatly by the door.

“I made breakfast. Even ironed your shirt. What else you want?”

“I thought maybe we could chill for a second.”

I glanced over at him, leaving my bed, half-dressed and stretching. Taking his sweet time like he ain’t planning to meet another girl in a few hours. “I’ve got stuff to do. You got places to be and people to see, don’t you?” I tilt my head, all sweet like honey over broken glass.

He raised an eyebrow, trying to read me.

“You good? I just wanted to make sure my girl was alright after last night.” He grinned—half pervert, half innocent—as if the memory of his mouth on me gave him the right to ask.

“I’m great,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Got what I needed, didn’t I?”

He laughed, low and amused like he thought I was playing. But I wasn’t.

I brushed past him, slow enough to feel his heat, fast enough to pretend it didn’t burn. Before I left the room, I paused.

“Your shirt’s on the couch, still warm. Coffee on the counter, take it to go.”

I walked toward the hallway mirror, pretending to fix a loose curl, but really, I was watching him through the reflection. Watching him fake like he wasn’t confused.

He moved slow, dragging himself out into the hall, “Damn, you rushing me out?”

I turned, still calm. “Not rushing,” I shrugged. “Just... reminding you that you do have somewhere else to be. I mean, don’t you have brunch plans? I know I’m not the only per—I mean, thing you tend to in your day-to-day.” I offered a soft, fake smile

He smirked. “Why you always doin’ that?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head, voice dipped in charm and guilt like he didn’t know where he stood.

I turned back to the mirror. “Doing what?”

He walked into the hallway like he owned it—coffee in one hand, confusion in the other. “Throwing lil’ jabs like I ain’t been here every night this week.”

I tilted my head, slow. “And yet somehow, still not doing right.”

That shut him up for a second.

“If you got something to say—”

I cut him off with a soft laugh, eyes still on my reflection. “I don’t. Nothing to say. Nothing new, anyway.”

I walked to the door, held it open like a polite hostess.

“I don’t want to stand between you and your business. They seem to be getting impatient.” I nodded toward his phone lighting up again with a text he didn’t bother hiding.

He looked at it, then back at me. “You really on one today, huh?”

I shrugged. “Not really. Just on schedule.”

He stepped onto the porch, shirt tugged, ego bruised, still confused

“You good though?” he asked again, this time softer. Smaller.

I leaned against the doorframe, cool and casual. 

“Always,” I said.

And then I slammed the door in his face.

Later that day

The silence in the apartment after he left was thick. Like the walls were holding their breath, waiting for me to fall apart.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I ran a hot shower, scrubbed him off my skin, and let the steam cleanse every trace of him from my pores. Then I pulled open my closet and picked the one dress I knew would make someone stare too long and think too hard.

It was satin—deep red, the kind of red that doesn’t beg for attention but demands it. It clung in all the right places and slid over my thighs like water. I slipped on gold hoops, sprayed the perfume he used to compliment before he stopped noticing, and glossed my lips.

I needed to get back at Elijah in a way that would make his blood boil. Elijah used to have a friend named Darius that always showed me a little too much attention when me and Elijah would run into him. Compliments that were too attentive, gifts too expensive, and hugs that were intended to be more than friendly. 

Elijah hated it. Hated him.

Then my phone lit up:

Darius: I’m outside.

I smiled to myself, grabbed my bag, and walked to the door with the same grin smoke gives when he’s fucked me over. 

We walked into Club Eden like we’d done it before. Darius had one hand on the small of my back, the other in his pocket, grinning like we go together. I kept my chin high, every step deliberate, the red satin of my dress catching the lights just right. Heads turned, we looked good, and I knew it. But I wasn’t here for the stares. I was searching for one face in the crowd. Just smiling, slow and sweet, as Darius guided me deeper inside the club I knew too well.

Smoke wasn’t hard to spot.

Even in the low-lit haze of Club Eden, he stood out like sin dressed in success. Black slacks tailored to perfection, button-up open just enough to show that gold chain he never took off, and a gold watch to match catching flashes of light as he leaned back, calm and calculating.

And he wasn’t alone.

She sat next to him, legs crossed, laughing because she didn’t know about our twinning anklets. It shimmered around her ankle like a middle finger straight to my face.

I didn’t react. Couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I leaned back against Darius, legs draped over his lap like it was second nature. I smiled, slow and sweet, twirling my straw in my drink as if I wasn’t locked in a silent war with the man across the room.

Smoke’s eyes met mine—dark, unreadable, but I knew that look. His jaw was clenched. His tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. The girl next to him leaned in to whisper something, and he didn’t flinch, didn’t move. Just kept his gaze on me like I had his whole night wrapped around my finger.

Good.

I tilted my head, let my curls fall over one shoulder, and whispered something in Darius’s ear. Didn’t matter what, I just needed to see Smoke look at me.

He did and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

“Wanna dance?” I asked Darius, my voice soft but just loud enough. He grinned like he’d been waiting for the invite. “You know I do.”

The second I stood, I felt Elijah’s stare follow every step I took. I didn’t look back. Just led Darius to the dance floor like we owned it. The bass hit heavy, the colorful led lights spun soft, and I let my body move—slow, effortless, sensual. Darius tried to keep up, hands respectful but curious. I didn’t care. I wasn’t dancing with him for him. I was dancing for the man sitting in the corner pretending he didn’t care.

Elijah didn’t move. Didn’t blink. But when I twirled to catch his gaze again—he was gone.

Just like that.

I smirked, satisfied, even as my chest tightened.

“I’ll be right back,” I told Darius, brushing a kiss on his cheek before slipping toward the restroom.

The bathroom was cool and quiet. I touched up my lip gloss, adjusted my dress, and took a deep breath. The game was fun, but it was stressful. And I was starting to feel the heat of it rise to my skin.

I opened the door, and there he was.

Smoke.

Leaning against the wall like. His arms were crossed. His shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to show the tattoos on his forearms, jaw tight, eyes darker than I remembered.

I blinked. “You lost?”

He didn’t smile. “Was about to ask you the same thing.”

I crossed my arms, mirroring him. “Bathroom’s not your usual hangout, is it?”

“I saw you dancing,” he said, voice low and clipped. “Looked like you were real comfortable.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? Darius is sweet,” I said, letting the name linger to make sure it burns.

His jaw flexed. “He’s a clown.”

“He’s not you,” I shrugged. “That’s kind of the point.”I look at him with amusement because I know i’m getting under his skin.

“You really brought him here?” he asked, stepping closer. “To my spot?”

“Oh, my bad,” I said with mock concern. “Didn’t realize I needed permission to come to the club. Should I check in next time?”

His tongue dragged across his teeth like he was trying not to snap. “You knew I’d be here.”

I tilted my head. “Did I?”

He scoffed, stepping in just close enough that I could smell his cologne. “You doing all this for what? Huh? To make me jealous?”

I smiled. “Ain’t nobody checkin for you Smoke?”

His hand came up, not touching me—just hovering near my waist like muscle memory. As he towered looking down at me,  “You think I care about Darius? You think I give a fuck about that lame ass nigga?” 

I leaned in, just a breath from his lips. “Well… he was talking real good about having dessert back at my place. So maybe I will leave your “spot”.”I give him a menacing grin.

His whole body tensed.

“You lyin’,” he said, but his voice cracked just enough to expose the panic under the rage.

I laughed. “Am I?”

I stared up at him, not moving. “See, I think you care more than you wanna admit. But I think you should head back to your little date. I wouldn’t want her ankles to get sore waiting on you.”

He flinched. Just a flicker. But I saw it.

“Keep playin’ with me,” he warned, voice almost a whisper. “You forget, I know how to handle you.”

I laughed, low and bitter. “Yeah? If that’s what you want to call your lame ass stroke game.”

His mouth opened—but I started to walk away before he could respond. Because I was definitely lying about his stroke game unfortunately.

“Have fun tonight, Elijah,” I said, brushing past him, the scent of my perfume trailing between us like a dare.

And then I walked away—hips swaying, heels clicking, heart pounding—but head held high.

As the night continued I still felt the heat of Smoke and his date that hes not paying any attention to anymore on me. I continued to dance, flirt, and laugh with Darious to prove that I can play game too. I even let Darious’s hands explore my body a little. Rub my thighs, grip my ass a little while dancing, let his hands run up and down my curves. By the time the lights came on in the club and all the drunks were scrambling out to their rides. I let Darious drive me home. 

The car ride was actually nice. The moon was bright and full, soft R&B music was playing, and the conversation we had was amazing. Darious is a really sweet guy, but I know it would be wrong to drag him into me and Smoke’s mess. Plus I don’t want smoke to kill him…

We made it to my apartment and I knew I wouldn’t have much time until Smoke showed up at my door to interrogate me. Darious wanted to come up, but I knew if he did someone would end up in jail. So I said my goodbyes to Darious and promised him another night out soon as I walked back into my apartment. 

As soon as I walked through the door I took a quick shower, changed into a silk blue night gown with white lace trimming, fluffed my curls, removed my make up and prepped my skin for whatever is going to happen in the next few hours. Lastly I got myself a glass of wine and sat on my couch and read a book as I waited for him. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I needed to be ready nonetheless.

Not even twenty minutes late I hear a loud banging at my door. Three quick, violent knocks. Like the wood itself owed him an answer. I didn’t rush.

I took my time taking a last sip of wine, stood slowly, let my silk nightgown cling to my hips like it was made to tease. I walked barefoot to the door, cool and collected, like I hadn’t been waiting on this exact moment since I walked out of that damn club.

I opened the door just enough so he could see me. And there he was leaning against the door frame using one of arms for leverage.

Pupils dilated with nothing but anger. Jaw tight. Other hand clenched at his sides trying to contain himself.

“Where that nigga at?”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t play with me,” he snarled, stepping inside like this was his home. His head was on a swivel. “You let him fuck you?”

I shut the door. Walked right past his rage and sat on the edge of the couch, crossing my legs with purpose.

“Hello to you too Elijah, come one in?” I stated.

“Answer the question,” he snapped.

I smiled, slow and dangerous. “I don’t have to do shit.”

Smoke stepped closer, his whole body on fire with fury.

“You wasn’t gon’ fuck him.”He looked at me like he was challenging me to give him the wrong answer to send him over the edge. 

“Wanna bet?” I raise an eyebrow and give a deceitful smirk.

He snatched the glass from my hand, set it down with a rough thunk, and stepped between my knees. Boiling with anger waiting for me to say the wrong thing to make him explode.

“Say that shit again.”

I looked up at him, lips parted just slightly.

“I was gon’ let him taste every inch of me… then let him sleep right where you do.”

His hand wrapped around my throat in a flash—tight, hot, possessive.

“You gon’ let another man lay where I sleep?” he growled.

I smiled, the tension around my neck turning me on, breath hitching. “I was gon’ let him do more than that.”

He paused. That’s when I stood up. No fear. Just slow, deliberate grace as I walked past him and down the hall.

“You can keep lookin’ for him if you want,” I said over my shoulder, “but if you was really scared I let that man touch me, you’d be too late. He left already.”

I didn’t wait to see if he followed. I went straight to my bedroom, sat at the vanity, touched up my lip gloss with calm hands. Behind me, I heard heavy footsteps pause in the doorway.

His eyes were all over the room. Searching. Burning.

“You think this shit cute?” he asked, voice gravel-thick. His eyes looked me up and down almost in disgust and jealousy.

I met his gaze in the mirror. “No. I think it’s fair.”

He stepped inside, slower now. Confused. Angry. Hurt. “What the fuck mean by that?”

I turned on the stool and faced him, legs crossed again. My night gown starting to rise a bit up my thighs.

“It means I’ve been waiting on you to choose me, Elijah. Or at least grow a pair and tell me that this bullshit we got going on isn’t going nowhere. But you’d rather keep me close, fuck me, then go back to pretending I don’t exist.”

His mouth opened, but nothing came out. His shoulders dropped like the weight of my words finally registered.

“I’ve given you space, time, silence. I’ve let you spin this thing however you wanted, and I stayed. Quiet. Loyal. Patient. But I’m done beggin’ a “grown-ass” man to act like one.”

Smoke’s jaw flexed. His hands were twitching at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab me or punch a wall.

“So yeah,” I said softly. “I let him touch me. I let his hands roam a little. Not ‘cause I wanted him. But because I needed you to feel what it’s like to watch the person you believed was yours go play boyfriend to other bitches.”

Smoke’s jaw clenched hard enough to crack bone.

I watched him. Calm on the outside. Heart thudding like a war drum on the inside.

“You really was thinking of letting that nigga touch you?” His voice was low now. Dangerous. “He don’t even know what to do with you.”

I stood up slow, walked toward him like prey that didn’t fear the predator. “He may not know how to handle me,” I said, standing chest to chest. “But at least he acts like he wanted me.”

That landed. Hard. He blinked once—tight, sharp—like the words had cut straight through his ribcage. His hand gripped the back of my neck, and whispered against the shell of my ear.

“I ain’t act like I wanted you, huh? Was that before or after I fucked you outside that club becuase you was letting niggas grind on you and I had you cryin’ and creamin’ on my dick?”

My breath caught.

“Or when I had you bent over your own counter, sayin’ you was mine with a mouth full of my name? Because you like flirting with dudes in front of me. That's not ‘wantin’ you’ either?”

My knees pressed together tight.

“You sayin’ he acted like he wanted you…” he scoffed. “Cool. But did he make you cum in under five minutes on your bedroom floor? Did he eat you ‘til your voice broke because you was hitting up the dudes in your DM’s?”

“Shut up,” I breathed, voice shaking.

“Say it,” he taunted, eyes on fire now. “Tell me he could have touched you like I did. Tell me he could have made you forget your own fuckin’ name. When you go out half naked with your girls and come back with ten new numbers in your phone”

“I—” My chest rose and fell too fast. “He didn’t.”

Smoke’s gaze burned through me.

“I didn’t lose you,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Even when you out here pretending like I’m the only one fucking up. You ain’t been right by me either.”

My mouth parted, but I didn’t respond.

“You mine,” he said. “Still mine.”

He stepped forward as I kept moving back, until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Still, he hadn’t laid a single hand on me—but I could feel every word on my skin.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”, I give him a confused but intrigued look. 

“You know what the fuck I’m askin’, ma.”

My mouth opened, but he didn’t wait.

He dropped to his knees and pushed me back on to the bed.

“I should make you beg,” he growled. “After that bullshit you pulled tonight.”

“But I missed this pussy…” he muttered, shoving me back onto the bed, hands pushing my nightgown up slow.

He paused. Smirked. “No panties?”

I smiled, real smug. “Why wear ‘em when I knew you was gonna end up on your knees anyway?”

His eyes darkened. Jaw clenched.

Then his mouth was on my clit immediately. Hot, angry, wild.

He licked me like he was punishing me, tongue stiff and fast, nose buried deep like he needed every drop. He groaned when I whimpered. Flattened his tongue against my clit, then flicked it until my hips jerked.

“Say who it belongs to,” he growled against me.

I gasped. “Fuck—”

He sucked my clit hard enough to pull the words out of me.

“Say it.”

“Fuck you Elija–”

He slapped the inside of my thigh. “Try again.” starting like and suck faster. 

I gave in, my climax was near and continued to build, “It’s yours! It’s your pussy!”

His eyes locked on mine, lips shiny and glistening with me. “Damn right.” He licked me slower now, dragging it out, two fingers slipping inside me, curling just right.

My back arched off the bed.

“Louder,” he whispered. “Let the whole fuckin’ building know who got you cryin’ like this.”I whimpered his name, high and cracked, as he tongue-fucked me like he needed it to breathe.

“Had me stressing bout you letting some other dude in here?” he muttered between licks. “In this pussy?”

“Wanted you to feel it,” I moaned. “Wanted you to know—what it felt like.”

“Never again,” he growled. “You mine. You hear me?”

“Then act like it,” I snapped, as I begin grinding against his face. “Act like I’m yours.” I say as I grab the back of his head to push him further in to me. 

He laughed low, filthy. “Oh I’m ‘bout to show you, baby.”

Then he dove back in, no mercy, dragging me through a climax so hard I shook, hands fisting the sheets, moaning his name like a prayer and a curse all in one.

My thighs were still shaking when he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d just devoured something messy and rare.

He looked down at me—lips glistening, chest rising and falling, jaw tight with hunger.

“You talk too much,” he muttered.

“I was making a point.” I snap back, out of breath.

He grabbed my waist, flipped me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing.

“Yeah?” His voice dropped. “Make it now.”

I didn’t have time to speak—he yanked my hips back, arching my ass high in the air, pressing my face down into the mattress with one heavy hand on the back of my neck.

“Say that shit again,” he hissed into my ear, breath hot. “Say how he acted like he wanted you.”

“Elijah—”

“Mm-mm.” He pressed harder on my neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know who was in control. “You wanted Daddy’s attention?”

He lined himself up, thick and heavy against my soaked entrance. His other hand gripped my ass, spreading me open.

“Well, you got it now.”

And then—he thrust inside me, deep and fast. No hesitation. No gentleness. Just raw, angry, need.

“Fuck!” I try to muffle my moan as I pushed my face into the mattress.

“Nah, don’t get shy now,” he growled, snapping his hips against me again, again. “You was runnin’ your mouth a minute ago. Where all that shit talk go?”

The slapping of skin echoed through the room, loud and wet. His hips slammed into mine, balls smacking against my clit with each brutal stroke. The bedframe creaked under the force, the mattress giving under the weight of his big, muscular body.

Smoke’s build was all lean muscle and hard edges—wide back, thick arms caging me in as he pounded into me from behind, I could feel the tension radiating off him.

“You wanted to make me jealous? You wanted me mad?” he breathed, chest pressing into my back. “Well, now you got me.”

He drove deeper, grunting, hips rolling in filthy rhythm. “This what you wanted, huh? Daddy stretchin’ you out like this? Say it.”

I whimpered, arching into him, my ass bouncing back against his thrusts.

“Say it.”

“It’s what I wanted,” I moaned into the pillow. “I wanted you—fuck—I needed you.”

He leaned in closer, biting the curve of my shoulder.

“You mine, baby. You don’t gotta play games for me to see you. You all I ever see.”

He fucked me harder then, no mercy. My pussy clenching around him, trying to keep him in with every stroke.

“Look at this pussy suckin’ me in,” he growled, voice thick with possessiveness. “You act up just to get it like this, don’t you?”

His palm came down on my ass, the sting making me cry out.

“You love it when I fuck you back into your place, huh?.”

I could barely respond, the way he was hitting made my thoughts scatter like dust. All I could do was moan and take it.

“You gon’ behave now?” he asked, yanking my hair so I lifted my face off the pillow. “Or you need another round?”

“Give it to me,” I panted. “I can take it.”

That did something to him. His next thrust knocked the wind outta me.

“You do all this talkin’, just to shut the fuck up when this dick in you. That’s your problem.”

The pace got even filthier—fast, relentless, dragging sounds out of both of us that had no place outside of a bedroom.

The air was thick with heat and sweat and desperation.

“Say you mine again,” he ordered, breath ragged. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m—fuck— i’m yours, Daddy.”

That sent him over. He slammed into me one last time, deep and hard, filling me up with a loud groan that vibrated against my spine.

I followed right after, walls pulsing around him, toes curling, throat raw from moaning his name.

We collapsed together, breathless and shaking, tangled in the mess we made.

He was still catching his breath, eyes fluttered shut, mouth open like he was trying to gather himself.

I sat there for a second, letting the weight of what just happened settle between us. Sweat slicked my skin, my curls wild and frizzy from all the grinding and grabbing and all that heat. My chest heaved. I watched his body twitch—sensitive, eyes closed, overwhelmed, but still so hard for me.

He didn’t even notice me move.

Until I straddled him again. Hovered over him, lined us up—

And slammed down on his dick.

“Shit—!” he yelped, eyes snapping open like I’d snatched his soul. “Wait—wait—baby—”

I bounce on him hard, grinning down at him like a beast that finally caught its prey.

“You good?” I asked sweetly, breathless.

He gasped barely able to make a sound. “Damn, girl—”

“Thought so.”

I started to move. Slow at first. Just enough to hit him right. His whole body tensed, trying to brace, but he couldn’t. He was too sensitive, and I was overriding his nerves.

“I’m tired of bullshit, Elijah. I want to settle down,” I reminded him, voice low, sultry, taunting. “You going to be better for me, baby?”

“I—I am,” he stammered, jaw tight. “I am, baby—I swear—”

I sped up.

That had him groaning, loud and full in his chest. His hands shot to my thighs, gripping, begging me to slow down—and I didn’t.

“You gon’ answer when I call?” I asked, breath hitching from how deep he was hitting. “No more games?”

“Yes! I got you, baby, just don’t—don’t stop—”

I moved faster.

“Say it again,” I demanded, hips rolling harder, rougher. “Louder.”

“I’m gon’ do right! I swear to God, I’m—fuck—”

He tried to hold my hips, tried to make it last, but he couldn’t keep up. He was shaking, whining, and I loved every second of it.

But so did I.

Every stroke had my moans cracking, turning breathy and sharp, like I was losing the same control I held over him. I started to tremble too, thighs quaking, chest heaving. He was hitting that spot, again and again—stretching me just right.

My hands landed on his chest to steady myself, nails digging in. “You better,” I gasped, voice splintering. “You better fucking do right by me.”

“I will—I swear—baby, please—”

I felt it creeping up on me—my legs tightening, the heat coiling in my belly. “Oh my God—Elijah—”

“Come for me,” he begged, hips bucking under me. “Let go, baby. I got you.”

That did it. I shattered around him with a loud, raw cry, my walls clenching hard, dragging his name out like a prayer. My body folded forward as I pulsed around him, riding every wave, every tremor, until my whole frame shook.

His voice broke under me, hands locking around my hips like he never wanted me to move again. “That’s it, baby… fuck, that’s it.”

Breathless, dazed, I slumped against his chest, heart pounding, sweat glistening on my skin.

“I’m sorry,” I moaned against his neck. “I know I ain’t been fair either.”

His hands slid up my back, holding me tighter.

“I ain’t mean to hurt you,” I whispered. “I just needed to feel wanted too.”

“You got me, ma,” he said hoarsely. “You been had me.”

“I don’t wanna fight no more,” I breathed. “But you gotta do better.”

“I will,” he promised, kissing the side of my face. “You got my word.”

We laid there tangled in silence, both of us wrecked and breathless

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[iamk]

Smoke and Olive

Synopsis - Smoke is obsessed with his woman. That’s it. That’s all.

Warnings - SMUT, switch Smoke, switch OC, cursing, little bit of angst, healthy obsession.

One shot (maybe)

MINORS DNI

-

They would say that Smoke wasn’t a nice man. He spoke too little, sometimes not at all. And that he never smiled.

The ladies in Miami fawned over him and his brother but Stack payed them no mind and Smoke didn’t even know they existed.

Truth be told, Smoke had forgetting that other woman walked this earth a long time ago when he first met Olivia.

His little Olive.

They met back when he was living in New York. There was a coffee shop right at the corner of his street. One morning he decided to step in, the previous nights events had kept him up and he was feeling sluggish.

“Good Morning sir, how are you on this lovely morning?” She was beautiful and for the first time in a long time, Smoke felt stuck. She had a pixie cut at the time, perfect cinnamon brown swirls surrounded her head. She had on a pink sundress, hugging her body in all the right places. She had a tummy and thick thighs that damn near had Smoke salivating. Her voice was soft and deep, almost sultry without even trying. She smelled of peaches and fresh flowers. It was intoxicating.

“Sir?”

“Yeah. Just plain black coffee, please.”

“No problem.” She smiled at him and he almost forgot how to breathe. His eyes followed her as she prepared his order. Her body moving swiftly and comfortable throughout the little cafe.

She handed him his coffee and a croissant. “I ain’t order this.”

“I know but it’s on the house. You look like you’re a busy man, you can’t go on being busy on an empty stomach.” Her giggle tickled his ears as she rang him up for the coffee. He payed with a $20 bill and told her to keep the change despite her protest.

The next day he was back. Once she spotted him, she flashed him that smile that he couldn’t stop thinking about. “Good Morning sir, are we doing plain black coffee again today?” He nodded, afraid that if he tried to speak he’d stutter or worse, no words would come out.

She gave him his coffee and the croissant.

“Bye bye, busy man.” That’s what she started calling him since he was always in a suit, even on the weekends.

The routine continued and sometimes she’d switch the croissant to something else, like a banana or a danish.

“You give everybody else these pastries? Or I’m just one of the lucky ones?” Olivia blushed, avoiding his piercing stare.

“No sir, just the ones who look like they too caught up with everything else, but themselves.” She slightly gasped. “I mean, no disrespect. I’m sure you take great care of yourself, I just- I don’t know.”

Smoke smirked slightly, finding her flushed face and behavior so endearing. “It’s alright honey. Thank you. Preciate you.” He tipped his head slightly before walking out and Olivia couldn’t help but watch the muscles on his back move underneath the semi tight suit jacket.

He was attractive and she might’ve had a little crush on him. She looked forward to seeing him every morning, not having any idea that he was feeling the same.

Olivia would spend extra time getting ready. Triple checking that her hair was perfect, that she wore that perfume that kept him lingering, that her skin was glowy and moisturized and that she wore pink. He always stared a little harder when she wore pink. Lucky for her, that was her favorite color.

One morning he didn’t show up. Something deep within Olivia stirred.

Worry.

She was worried about a man whose name she didn’t even know. The next morning she was met with more worry, and it stayed with her until the following week. Then, on a random Wednesday at 8 in the morning, he showed up. Slightly bruised upper lip, scar on his cheek and body stiff. Stiffer than it usually is.

“G-good morning sir. Black coffee?” She was trying hard not to ogle at the man, not to ask question, but something was pulling her to him. To hold him and nurse him back to health.

“Yes, please” She nodded and turned her back to him to work on his order. “You ain’t smile today… Something wrong?” Olivia turned around to face him, big brown eyes looking at him. Her cheeks burned from the way he looked at her, like he was actually hurt that she didn’t smile at him.

“I- no, nothings wrong.” Her lips pull up slightly. His eyebrows furrow as he steps closer to the counter, close enough to smell the familiar notes of peaches and flowers and the cocoa butter seeped into her skin. “What is it?”

Olivia played with her fingers, trying her hardest to avoid eye contact. “It’s…stupid. I just- I don’t know. You just hadn’t shown up in a week and I guess … I got worried? It’s so silly… I don’t even know your name.” She speaks in a hushed tone, embarrassed that she even admitted that.

Smoke gently places two of his fingers under her chin, lifting her head so that he could see her. Really see her.

In the few weeks that he had been going to the little coffee shop, Smoke never really payed attention to anyone or anything else in there. The cafe was usually empty, the TV in the back played reruns of ‘The Office’, the coffee machine hummed loudly as it brewed another batch, the lights were soft and comforting and the air smelled of pastries. And yet, Olivia was the only thing Smoke could focus on. She always was. Truth be told, if you’d ask him what color was the building, he wouldn’t have an answer for you. But he could probably tell you that Olivia has a habit of biting the corner of her lip when she’s focusing on something. Or how sometimes she’ll pull her lips into her mouth and a dimple would appear on her left cheek.

“I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to worry you.” Olivias breath hitched not just from the contact but from how low his voice got, like he ain’t use to saying sorry.

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize. I’m just being silly. You don’t owe me anything.” She let out a nervous giggle but Smoke just shook his head.

“I worried your pretty little head and for that, I’m sorry. Won’t happen again.” Olivia was still floating from his words as he payed for the coffee and grabbed the donut she had taken out for him.

“It’s Elijah.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name is Elijah.” Olivia smiled, slightly biting her lip.

“Elijah.” She tested it out and a shiver ran down Smokes back. He had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning. She just sounded so…sweet.

“Olivia.” Her voice was too low for him to hear and so with a slight scrunch of his face, he says. “Huh? Olive?”

The laugh that came out of the small woman was loud and straight from the gut. Smoke just watched her in awe. If it was anything he could choose to hear on repeat for the rest of his life, it would be that.

“No, busy man. I said Olivia, but I think Olive is cute too.” He chuckled lightly and nodded his head. Mind still swirling.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Olive.” With that he walked out and the next day brung in flowers, roses to be exact.

And after that, not a day went by where Smoke didn’t make sure that Olivia didn’t worry about him again.

-

Now six years later, the two were married and recently had moved to Miami into a nice big house that Smoke had gotten built for them. It was a four bedroom mansion with a pool and movie theater room. Smoke made sure to add extra closet space for Olivia, as well as a makeup room for to get ready in.

He was so protective of her, gave her anything and everything she wanted without her ever having to ask twice. She rarely ever had to ask once. Smoke just knew her well enough to know what she likes. He’d come home from his business trips with new designer bags, shoes, jewelry and sometimes just stacks of money. All for her. And he never asked for anything in return.

Her favorite gift of all, was him. She loved when he came back home to her. She never cared for the materialistic things, she just wanted to be wrapped around her man.

And god what a man he was. 6 feet of pure muscles and chocolate skin. Thick and strong in all the right places. Deep baritone voice that could make you melt or better yet, kneel.

Since they first started dating, Olivia has never had to lift a finger or pay a bill. He took care of all of it. Not only that, but he’d listen to her talk about nonsense for hours. Watch her favorite reality TV shows with her, read the books she was interested in and even would sit with her during her long hair appointments.

The man was just obsessed with her. He quite literally worshipped the ground she walked on. He’d do anything just as long as it meant he got to be in her presence.

-

Olivia happily danced around the kitchen as she listened to Beyonce’s loudest album (you know the one), while making steak with baked potatoes and asparagus. Smoke was coming home from work soon and she wanted to have dinner ready for him. She was a great cook and loved to use her talent to spoil her man since he loves to eat…

She quickly plated the food just as she heard the garage door open, grabbed a bottle of jack black and poured some in a cup over ice and then grabbed his blunt and gently placed it near his drink.

“Baby?” His rough voice called out to her and she nearly sprinted. She jumped in his arms and he effortlessly picked her up, placing his hands on her ass as her legs found his waist.

“Mmm, hi busy man. I missed you.” She placed her lips on top of his. Groaning into her mouth, Smoke deepened the kiss until the two were tongue tied.

“I made you dinner.” Olivia mumbled as she placed kisses on his face.

A smiled appeared on Smokes face as he walked them to the kitchen, placing her on the dinner table before grabbing the blunt that was waiting for him.

Taking a pull, Smoke then steps back to admire Olivia, he did this every time he came home after a long day. Today she was wearing a long pink robe with feathers on it and he could see the sliver of a silk baby pink nightgown underneath. Her hair was out and curled, framing her face that was covered in light make up.

He hummed in content before leaning in and pressing another kiss to her lips. “Beautiful, baby.” Olivia giggled softly, her cheeks reddening.

She always got shy around him.

Elijah sat down, blunt hanging from his lips as he eyed his plate. “You not eating with me princess?” She gave him a small nod as she sits across from him, her own plate still warm and waiting for her.

She knew that he loved spending as much time with her as he could, which meant breakfast and dinner were always spent together. As they began to eat, Olivia broke down her day to him in as much detail as possible, he needed to know everything, down to the shoes she decided to wear that day. Once she finished Smoke suddenly looked up at Olivia in confusion. “Wait, wasn’t today your book club meeting thing? You didn’t go?”

Olivias body stiffened slightly and he immediately noticed because he notices everything about her. “No, it got cancelled.” Not being able to meet his eyes, she got up and started loading the dishwasher.

“You lying to me Olivia?” Her heart dropped slightly as she heard the scrape of his chair. In just two strides Smoke was behind her, his hand wraps around her jaw, gently bringing her face towards him. “You don’t lie to me. So why you starting now?”

“I- it’s just. I- I don’t-”

“Spit it out, princess.” Sighing deeply, she gets on her tippy toes, placing a kiss to his jaw and then his lips. “The ladies… They didn’t want me in the club… They kicked me out.”

Olivia could practically feel the anger starting to take over his whole body. “And why the fuck would they do that?” He takes a step back, the frown on his face deepening by the second.

She shook her head.“It was nothing papa. They’re all just mean girls who have nothing better to do than to gossip.”

-

Two days ago, Olivia ran in the house squealing like a mad woman. She ran up the stairs and to the master bedroom where Smoke was taking his nap. Not caring that the man was 17 dreams in, she straddled his lap and slapped his chest.

“Shit, Olive.” He groaned, eyes fluttering open as he placed his hands on her hips. “What happened ?”

“I went to the bookstore and there was a flyer for a book club that the neighbors are hosting. I signed up for it and the first meeting is on Friday!”

Smoke smiled as he watched how giddy she was. Since they had moved, Olivia had felt a bit lonely with him being gone most of the day and all her friends and family being back in New York. He knew this was her opportunity to meet people. “I’m happy for you princess. What time is the meeting for?”

“It’s at 3PM and it’s not too far from here. I can wal-”

“Nah. I’ll have someone drop you off.” Olivia rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’ll be fine papa, it’s like a ten minute walk. We’re not too far.”

“Do you know what could happen in ten minutes?” She leaned down to kiss his chest, a warm smile making its way to her face.

“You’re so dramatic. I’ll be okay. Promise.”

“Better be.” He mumbled tiredly before wrapping his arms around her and moving her body to lay next to his.

Friday had came faster than she anticipated, she woke up early that morning, had breakfast with Smoke and then showered. Olivia took the time to pick out her outfit which consisted of a pink maxi bodycon skirt that hugged all her curves and a white camisole. She did light makeup and prepped and moisturized her brown curls. By the time she was done, it was already 2:45. Grabbing her platform sandals, her LV tote and her phone, she made her way to her neighbors house.

Olivia got there 5 minutes early, nervously chewing on her lip as she waited for the door to open. She was met with a stiff face and a botched BBL that stared at her like Olivia had some nerve showing up at her house.

“Hi. Um, my names Olivia. I just moved here not too long ago, I live down the road. I’m here for the book club.”

A blonde and the lady who opened the door looked her up and down with what could only be described as disgust.

“Sorry but ya can’t join.” Olivia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “How come?”

“Listen Olivia, girl. We’ve been hearing some things about you. Well, more so who you lay with at night.” With a tilt of her head, Olivia gripped the straps of her tote to ground herself.

“You mean my husband?”

“Yeah… Him.”

“Okay… and what about my husband have you heard?” Blonde and botched give each other a look before turning their attention back to the woman who was itching to smack the smirks off of their faces.

“It’s really none of our business but we heard that your husband and his little twin brother be doing some shady business... Like they kill people for a living.” Botched responded in a hushed tone.

“Honestly I thought it was just rumors but… I always see them coming back late at night, windows tinted in their cars, sometimes coming back with different clothes than what they left with. It’s real weird.” Blonde shrugs like she just solved the world’s hardest equation.

“You watch everybody else’s husbands like that or just mine?” Olivias body burned in anger.

Botched rolled her eyes. “Listen girl. I’m just saying, the people are talking and it wont be long before the police start digging. We just don’t wanna get caught in the crossfire. We got kids to worry about. You understand, right?”

Olivia nodded slowly before turning on her heel and heading back home. Her eyes burned from embarrassment and anger. Once she got inside, she allowed herself to cry, then quickly fixed her makeup, changed into her robe and started working on dinner.

-

Smoke was quiet as he heard Olivia explain what happened. She bit her lip as she looked at him, his expression stoic. They had moved to the couch where she was straddling him, fingers playing in his beard.

“Want me to kill em?” She laughs loudly as she shakes her head. “No baby. You do enough killing already. Just leave it alone, it’s fine. I don’t care anymore.” Smoke could tell that the interaction was still bothering her and it tugged at his heart.

“You sure you don’t want me to do nun? Could make it look like an accident.” His favorite sound escapes her lips once again.

“No, crazy. Come on, let’s get ready for bed.” Smoke followed her up the stairs and to their shared room. They showered and got ready together before lying down.

The next morning, Smoke had stayed home and though Olivia was very happy about that, something about his energy just wasn’t right. He was always quiet and moved around the house in silence but something just felt off. She kept asking him if he was okay and he always told her that he was fine but she knew her man.

And he definitely wasn’t fine.

They spent the day cuddling, watching TV and eating and by the time the sun had set and the kitchen was cleaned, Olivia just couldn’t hold it anymore.

Smoke was sitting in their backyard, smoking his blunt as soft jazz played from the speakers when Olivia decided to join him. She stood behind him and rubbed her hands down his chest, giving him a kiss on his neck before walking around to face him.

“Elijah.” His eyebrow raised as he blew smoke out of his nose. “Yeah princess?”

She straddles his lap and places a kiss on his lips. “Talk to me, papa. What’s wrong?” Smoke closed his eyes momentarily before opening them up and looking down at Olivias thighs that were currently suffocating his legs.

“I just… I feel … I feel like I fucked your life up.” Olivia frowns as she grabs his face, forcing him to look at her.

“How could you have possibly fucked my life up?”

“I’m a hit man Olivia, I don’t have a normal job that you could brag to your friends about. You can’t tell your family what I do. I moved your whole life here to Miami and you can’t even make friends because of who I am.” He shakes his head, eyes looking anywhere but at her. “I’m sorry.”

Olivia’s eyes water as she watches her man crumble. For the first time since she’s met him, Smoke was actually being vulnerable. “Elijah. Do you know that I love you so much? Baby I don’t care about what you do as long as you come home to me.” She kisses his forehead. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks about you or if no one wants to be my friend. As long as I have you, that’s all that matters to me.”

His eyes were wide but soft. Olivia kissed down his face and towards his neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin right below his ear. Smoke groaned and tightened his grip around her ass. “I love you Elijah, I chose you. I chose this life with you and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Her hands slide down his chest and under his shirt. His skin was warm and smooth.

“I love you too.” Olivia knew him more than he knew himself. She felt his chest rising and falling. The way his breathing slightly stuttered as her finger slipped past his nipples.

“Can I show you how much I love you?” Smoke’s eyes spoke volumes, the vulnerability still loud and present. His face showed how tired he was, carrying the weight of his emotions heavy on his shoulders. He slowly nodded, hands tightening around Olivia.

“I need to hear you baby boy.” She whispered into his ear. His body shook, he loved when she called him that.

“Yes… Please.” His voice was rough, vibrating against her lips that were back on his neck. Her hands slowly moved down to top of his sweatpants where she played with the waistband.

“So polite, baby.” Smoke was slowly loosing it, watching as she moves from his lap. She bites her bottom lip as she pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles along with his boxers. His dick already hard and leaking, sprung up, resting on his abdomen.

Olivia moans, mouth salivating at the sight. She leans down to press a kiss to his tip, giggling as his body twitched from the contact. “Olivia” He grunts out as her tongue twirls around the head before she spits on it.

Leaning back, Olivia slowly walked around Smoke, standing behind him. She runs the pads of her fingers up both of his arms feeling the goosebump forming. “Princess.” Smoke was on the verge of breaking. “Stop teasing me.”

“Where are your manners, baby boy? Hm?” She moved closer to him, her hands trailed down his body until they reached his dick that had seemed to get harder.

“Please, mama.” Olivia nearly moaned at the sound of his voice. He sounded so soft. He was begging.

Her hands wrapped around him, slowly stroking up and down, watching in awe as more pre-cum came out of him like he just couldn’t hold himself together.

“Mmm, you’re so needy today, papa. This is what you wanted huh?” Smoke had his eyes shut tight as she continued the slow pace, moans slipping past his lips. “Talk to me. Let mama hear you.”

He whimpered as her hands started moving faster, “Y-yes princess.” His breathing was coming out faster and heavier. Smoke turned his head to burry it in Olivias neck. He panted against her ear as his hips started thrusting upward trying to meet her strokes.

“You’re such a good boy.” Her voice was sultry and Smoke nearly came from hearing it. His entire body was shaking as he gripped the chair handles. Knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding them.

“I-I am?” Olivia sped up, listening to Smoke whine and moan against her neck.

“Yes papa, you’re so good. Look at how good you’re being for me right now.” Smoke bites down on his lip hard, body slowly arching as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Baby… F-fuck.” He felt like he was in heaven. His eyes kept rolling to the back of his head every time Olivia added a bit more pressure.

“You gonna cum for me? Hm?” Smoke was loud against her neck, he just couldn’t contain himself.

“Y-yes. Can I cum mama?” Olivia kept pumping her hands up and down, watching him slowly crumble. He was so warm against her hands, so big and so thick. She felt a pool forming between her legs, she loved to watch him submit to her. She could watch him for hours and never get tired.

“Please baby. C-can I cum?” Smoke begged at his body tightened. He gritted his teeth, trying his best to hold back until Olivia gave him permission.

“Go ahead papa. Cum for me.” He trembled as streams of his cum squirt out rapidly, landing on Olivia’s hands and down his thighs.

“Fuuuucckkkkk.” He moaned, head still buried in her neck. Olivia giggled before leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead before walking back around. He watched her with narrow eyes, chest rapidly moving up and down, mouth slightly ajar and sweat forming near his eyebrows. Olivia licked his juices from her hands before grabbing a throw pillow from one of the lounge chairs.

She kneels down in front of him and Smoke stiffens as her hands crawl over his thighs. His dick already getting hard again. “Wait Olivia, hold up baby.”

Olivia lowers her head, opening her mouth and fitting as much of him as she could. Smoke growls, his hands moving to grip Olivias hair. She gags against his length causing him to twitch. He was so sensitive, barely getting a second to recover from his orgasm.

Olivia was messy. Sucking, licking and spitting all over him while her eyes remained on him the whole time.

“Look at me papa. I want you to watch me make you cum again.” Smoke felt like he was going crazy. His body wouldn’t stop vibrating, the grip on her hair tightened as he slowly peeled his eyes open. She was being sloppy, taking him deeper every time she went down. Her hands moved to play with his balls and Smoke moaned loudly as his head fell back.

“I’m gonna cum mama.” His voice was barely above a whisper. Olivia continued to treat him like her favorite lollipop, not stopping even when he looked like he could pass out at any second.

“Olivia! Fuck!” Smoke yelled as he shot his cum down her throat. Olivia swallowed every bit of it, moaning at the taste.

“So fucking good daddy.” She pressed another kiss to his tip, watching as he softened up. She stood up and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply. “Stay right here.” She walked back in the house, grabbing a small towel from the guest bathroom before going back to Smoke.

She cleaned him up and pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up, then she grabbed the forgotten blunt, lit it up and took a hit before placing it in between his lips.

-

[iamk]

warmth

content disclosure: smut, black!reader, fem!reader x smoke, language

author’s note: just a quick little smoke sunday blurb i wrote on the fly :-) somewhat inspired by warmth by janet jackson

“S-Smoke—”

“C’mon, baby, you know that’s not my name.” His left hand gripped beneath your thigh tighter, yanking your body down the bed and closer to him as his hips picked up their pace. The slow, delicious rhythm of his hips was driving you crazy, teasing you with the idea of a release that would never come. Your legs were at the mercy of Smoke, one folded in his palm and the other tucked around his hip. The tip of his dick kissing your cervix just enough to take your breath away, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Smoke kissed down to the base of your neck. “Don’t get shy now, hm? What’s my name, baby?”

Your body was on fire, and Smoke had lit the match. Every now and then, Smoke would come home positively insatiable. He’d look at you, sweeping your body from head to toe like he was memorizing every bend and scratch and curve; like he was trying to discern if you’d changed since he’d left that morning, only to discover you were the same. The same beautiful, intoxicating, heavenly woman who he’d left wrapped in your shared bedsheets, hair free and skin glistening with the sweat of the Mississippi heat. He'd never learned to resist you and he sure wasn’t gonna learn to now. 

“Elijah!”

Where he began and you ended, neither of you knew. All that mattered was the way he bit at your earlobe, growling his approval straight into your ear. “Mmm.” He sighed with pleasure, pride swelling in his chest at how pliable you were. How you bend to his every whim or will. How you trusted him. You were his. The primal instinct the very thought ignited in him drove him to kiss you, abandoning his hold on your leg to cradle the back of your neck. His lips hovered over yours tracing the shape of your mouth, breathing in the air you exhaled as your hearts raced in sync. Like he was savoring the moment just before your lips pressed together, relishing in the climb that came before the crash. 

He shivered, swallowing the sighs of pleasure that dripped out of you as you fought to kiss him back. Any words he wanted to speak were coiled at his throat, paralyzed by the glory of kissing you. Tongues dancing around one another as your nails clawed at his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer. The sticky slick of his skin made him inseparable from you, enmeshing you two as one. He couldn’t get enough, and you couldn’t stop giving. 

And suddenly, time moved again. The urgency with which he moved before was back lighting a fire beneath him, and his unquenchable thirst was back in his throat. You nearly flinched as his hands flew to your hips, pulling them up just enough to change the angle— and your body jolted. Blinding, white hot ecstasy shot through your veins as his thrusts washed over your sweet spot, your jaw dropping open in rapture. It was too much and not enough all at once. 

“Look how pretty you are, all fucked out for me,” A kiss to your jaw, your nose, and a taunting tug at your bottom lip. You could still taste yourself on him. “Give it to me.” 

Your eyes fluttered open, tears flowing down the sides of your face. He always looked so handsome when he was fucking you. The furrow of his brows, the sweat dotting his hairline, the flush across his chest. The way his skin bloomed copper beneath the surface, like he became a God of love and desire when he was inside of you. This look in his eyes that made you quiver from its eroticism. It strikes you with awe every time you see it, every time he makes love to you. He’s the smoke that thunders. 

His lips locked with yours as the coil of tension brewing inside you snapped, your legs wrapping around him in a vice grip. “Fuck, Elijah, I—” The name rolled off your tongue like molasses, sticky and slow against the crescendo of your chest. Heartbeat thudding in your ears as the edges of the world fade away, the murmur of Smoke’s sweet nothings bringing you back to earthliness. The breeze of the wind through the leaves. The chirping of birds echoing through the humid air. The plush security of the mattress around you. The caress of Smoke’s lips on your throat peppering wet kisses to the tender skin. Floating from euphoria and back. 

“How you feelin’, baby?” His thumbs brushed back and forth over whatever part of you he could reach, cock still wedged between your legs as your breathing started to even out. 

You cracked a grin, cheeks raised and rounded as your eyes landed on his. “You didn’t cum,” The drowsiness was lifting from you as your hand snaked between your bodies, pulling his cock out of you and wrapping your palm around it. He hissed, eyes searching yours with frantic anticipation as your thumb swiped over his tip. “Think I’d feel a whole lot betta if you did.”

[iamk]

Imagine Stack or Smoke taking a shy thick girl’s virginity!

how about... smoke and stack? 😼

cw : oral sex, fingering, taking turns, unprotected (he pulled out), it's painfully obvious how much I need them both-, spit play (stack loves spit play its canon), not proofread, english isn't my first language

"so... how is this even going to work..?" you questioned. and honestly, reasonable. because seeing the two twins walk towards you on the bed, one loosening his tie while the other was already working on his belt, is something worth questioning.

smoke held an arm out to stop stack—who had been rushing to fasten his belt— in his tracks. "don't get ahead of yourself," smoke ordered and stack groaned, letting out a low, honey-coated laugh. "we're here to fuck her, yeah? why you stoppin' me?" "It's her first time. we can't rush it." you squeezed your thighs together at the interaction, whining.

their attention turned back to you as smoke made his way to you, finally kissing you into the pillow your head was resting on.

he leaned in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. his hand brushes your jaw, gentle at first, then firmer, anchoring you to the moment. your heart stumbles as his mouth meets yours—slow, searching, then deeper, urgent. his lips taste like heat and want, and when he presses closer, it's as if the rest of the world falls away.

you respond without thinking, your fingers clutching his shirt, needing him nearer. the kiss burns—soft and rough all at once—leaving you breathless, undone beneath his touch.

as if on cue, while smoke kissed you, stack made his way to between your legs that he peeled open softly while gripping the flesh of your thighs for underneath your skirt. he hiked it up and kissed his way up your inner thigh, the proximity to his goal arousing him.

smoke pulled away, his hand snaking to underneath your top as he massaged your breast, his hand following your chests up-and-down movement. before you knew it, stack had pulled your underwear to the side, and you jumped when you felt his tongue lick a long, teasing stripe up your slit.

"o-oh my- what are you-!?" your cheeks heated up when you felt him smile against your cunt. you could not see him, as he was underneath your skirt, but the sensation of his warm breath on your now exposed skin had you throbbing. "you better not be messin' around under there, stack." smoke warned, which earned him another chuckle from the twin. "you'd be surprised."

smoke went back to distracting you from the overwhelming sensation of stack eating you out, pulling top down your shoulder to expose your breasts more. he leaned in once more, "may I?" and you nodded, before his lips landed on your nipple while the other one was being rolled between his finger tips.

"oh lord- my gosh! shit-" you kept cutting yourself off with your own moans, each sensation one upping the other. the feeling of smoke's warm tongue against your nipple had your back arching, aching for more.

but what you really felt was stack's eager tongue on your cunt. he was licking up and down, the tip of his tongue bumping against your clit which had your hips bucking slightly. he kissed the bud softly before diving in completely, sucking on it harshly which had you whining. then, he angled his head lower, and his tongue penetrated you slowly. you gasped, not used to the feeling of penetration.

smoke took advantage of your opened mouth and plunged two rough fingers inside it, pressing against your tongue as you instinctively sucked on them. "you feel that? you feel him making you feel good, sweetheart?" he began and you clenched around stack's tongue, making him grin.

"look at you, baby. we just began and you're already whining." he leans in to kiss your cheek, "ain't you lucky that we're the ones taking care of a sweet girl like you? huh?" you nodded eagerly, moaning around his wet fingers when you felt stack's tongue curve onto itself, grazing a spongey spot with its tip that had your eyes rolling back.

"you got a finger in?" smoke turned to stack, who pulled away from your cunt to hike your skirt up higher, completely exposing your lower body. he was sweating, you noticed. "nah, just my tongue. I'm about to put one in, though." smoke nodded, turning back to you, only to see that your eyes have already rolled back again—stack put a long finger inside, and he was unforgiving. his pace was relentless, quick and easy, slamming his palm onto your clit.

"go easy on her, yeah?" smoke instructed as he took your top off completely, exposing your chest and tummy. "just what I wanted to see..."

"it's so good! oh my- fuck, I'm-" he did not slow down one bit, even slightly speeding up just to pull more of those pretty sounds from your mouth. he felt your walls clamp down on his fingers and nodded to smoke who kissed you again, distracting all your senses.

you felt overwhelmed in the best way possible, and it's the moment you realize that, that you feel your first orgasm washing over you. it's felt intense, every muscle in your body tensing up as your mouth went slack, barely having the spirit to kiss smoke back. "thats it baby, youre doing perfect." he egged you on as your velvety walls clenched around stack's digits, coating them with cream.

your thighs, trembling, clenched around his hips, caging him in.

he kept pumping, getting progressively slower, letting you ride out your orgasm, before stopping completely when you go limp. he didn't want to overestimate you on your first time... not yet.

he allowed you to catch your breath, using that time to take your skirt off completely. you were now completely bare in front of two men who looked at you like you were the first meal they had on their table for years.

"that wasn't so bad now, was it?" stack looked at you, chuckling. you nodded sheepishly, "y-yeah.."

suddenly, smoke left your side, quickly getting replaced by stack. "here it comes, sugar." he smirked while watching his brother undo his belt, letting his pants drop. he pulled his cock out, rubbing it along your slick folds making you jump slightly. "she's so fucking wet..." he commented also absentmindedly, which had you clenching.

"you ready?" smoke asked you, and you nodded. you felt embarrassed, flustered, but you couldn't take you eyes off of the man that was about to take your virginity.

the push of his cock against your entrance knocked the wind out of you, and before you could recover, you felt two moist fingers tap against your cheek. you looked up to stack, "wanna taste yourself, baby?" you furrowed your eyebrows, "huh?" your voice being barely above a whisper. his thumb landed on your bottom lip, pulling it open softly and your followed, opening your mouth as clear saliva dripped down his mouth into yours.

the moment the drop of spit landed on your tongue, smoke had bottomed out, his tip bumping into your cervix which made you cry out. "you fully in?" stack question and smoke, lost in bliss, nodded eagerly while closing his eyes, throwing his head back. "holy fuck-" he couldn't help the buck of his hips as he grabbed onto yours, using his knees to dig into the fat of your thighs and pry them slightly more open.

"p-please-" that was the only confirmation he needed to start moving. he went back and forth, relishing in the feeling of your warm untouched walls around him. stack walked up to him and set a hand on your tower tummy, pressing down to heighten the sensation of smoke's dick inside you. you cried both of their names out, your body squirming uncontrollably.

stack other hand landed on your pussy, fingers immediately looking for your clit, rubbing it quickly when he found it. "r-right there! yes-!" you whined, as smoke's tip bumped into that one spot again.

"there?" his voice, baritone, bubbled from his chest as his body ran on pure instinct, angling your hips in a way that made him ram into your g-spot with every other thrust. you nodded, your voice simply dying down as you ran out of breath with all the moaning and whining.

stack pressed down a bit harder on your tummy, his hand making a wave motion to even out the sensation. "you like that, sugar?" "fuck- yes! I'm- I'm close- gonna-" and you barely got the opportunity to warn them before you creamed on smoke's cock again, squeezing down on his so hard he had trouble moving again. the view and sensation of you orgasming had him nearing his own high.

you whine when he pulled out of you to fist his dick, stroking himself fast enough to cum all over your tummy with some of it landing on stack's hand, squeezing around the base to ride out his high with a hiss. he moaned your name before tumbling back and plopping down onto the bed.

"s-shit... that was-" "smoke are serious right now? learn how to aim, man." he peaked at stack who was shaking his hand in the air, "some of it got on my hand! fuck," he walked out the room to grab a tissue.

smoke's arm wrapped around you as you were still catching your breath, mind still hazy from the orgasm.

"that was... amazing..." you managed to admit between breaths and he smiled.

"I know, baby."

[iamk]

dry humping with smoke! dry humping with smoke! dry humping with smoke! dry humping with smoke!

a littl modern reference! but the interpretation is up to u :3 + dumbifiaction, puppy!reader & daddy kink if u squint IDK.. 🙈

he has no business being in your room, he has no business fooling around with you but yet here you are on top of him letting out sweet sounds. "yeah, ma? that feels good doesn't it?" he says so sweetly with a hand pressed up against your cheek.

this man is twice your age and how you two got like this is between the four walls of your bedroom, moonshine and the devil but if you want the simpler version, you had your eyes on smoke since you caught wind him and his brother returned back to town.

with smoke you'd always steal little glances, sweeten your words a little more and flutter your eyelashes, do anything to make him see you and that he did.

your clad cotton underwear clinging to your cunt so tightly that smoke can see the wet patch forming and the sight makes his cock twitch in his pants.

your whines are divine, soft little shutters of breath and pants. his hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you down, slipping your tongue into his mouth causing him to land his palm against your ass so hard that the action cause you to jump forward a little. “be good, take what’s given to you.” stern, like a father scolding his child for misbehaving.

“yes, sir” you break away from the kiss, sitting up ontop his lap. your a sight for sore eyes, curls disheveled some pieces pulled loose from the puff you had in. your lips, swollen; glistening with spit. his prefect little angel.

you run your hands against his arms, reaching his biceps. you can feel his strength underneath him, how he can just put you into in position he pleased whenever but he didn’t need too. not when he already has control over you.

“whichu thinkin bout, hm?” his voice makes you rut your hips up. its so easy to get you like this. “you thinkin bout where my dick is gonna reach inside you?” you beg this time, leaning down and kissing the nape of his neck “please daddy, i will be good, u wont even have to do the work!” desperate as one can be.

so smoke nods, unzipping his pants, kicking them and his underwear off, he slips your underwear to the side seeing your cunt glistening under the warm ambient lighting, “fuck girl. your tryna kill me huh?” he takes his finger and guides it through your folds, a line of precum presents itself. he smears it on the base and tip of his cock.

he guides your hips over his length, slotting it in between you. “you ready baby?” he says it softly, you nod your head while looking at him with big doe eyes. you start moving your hip and down, his mushroom tip bumping your clit. you can hear the sounds you two make when you slide back and forth, its flithy.

“wann kiss, gimmie kiss” you pant, already worked up from amateur movements. “so fucking bossy, can never ask daddy nicely. always, want, want.” he mocks you while speeding your hips up. you lean back down, chest no pressed against his, your mouth sloppyly connects with his. you feel your toes tingling, you start fucking drooling, spit seeping out from the sides of your mouth, smoke pulls away “nasty fucking, bitch.” your head drops to his shoulder, your crying. “it feels soso good sir, daddy pslease” your slurring your words, and thats when smoke knows your far gone.

“yeah, baby? daddys got you, don’t worry about nothing else. just let daddy take care of his pretty puppy”

[iamk]

Bo Chow x reader who’s a baker 🧁 Bo needs some sweetness and some smut

Sweetheart

Summary: When a new bakery opens up a few doors down from Bo's shop, he decides to check it out. He finds himself enjoying the sweet treats but he loves the sweeter baker even more.

Pairing: Bo Chow x baker!reader

Warnings: flirting, kissing, clingy Bo, Bo being a munch, oral (fem receiving), piv, smut, MDNI 18+

A/n: I kinda rushed through the smut part so I apologize 💀

During his break, Bo was in the mood for a little something sweet. Nothing in his shop could satisfy his cravings, no, he needed something sweet, warm, and fresh. Luckily for him, a new bakery opened up a few doors down from his shop.

"I'm gon' check out that new bakery that just opened up, you want anythin'?" He asks his employee Jimmy. When Jimmy shakes his head, Bo nods, "a'right just watch the shop."

He steps around the counter and exits through the front door. He waves to a few familiar faces who have visited his shop a few times on the way. When he opens the door, a bell rings and he's immediately hit by the delicious smell of baked treats.

You walk out with a tray of freshly baked cookies and smile at your new customer. "Hi there! You let me know if you need any help okay?" Bo nods with a smile as you begin putting the cookies out on display.

Bo crouches as he looks at everything you have to offer in the glass displays which showcases an abundance of bread, biscuits, cakes, pies, and cookies. Everything looked really good, it was hard for him to decide. He watches you set the freshly baked cookies down in the corner of his eyes. "I'll get some of those actually." You look up as he points to the chocolate chip cookies you're holding.

"Oh a'right then. How many?"

"Mmm" Bo deciphers whether he should get some for his employees or not. "A dozen? Is that a'right?"

You smile happily, "more than a'right!" You grab a container and begin picking out a dozen cookies. Once you're done, you bring them to the counter and ring him up.

As Bo walks out, he brings one of the cookies to his mouth. His eyes widen and he stops in his tracks to turn to you, "this is delicious! I'll be comin' back again."

You chuckle, "I'll see you then!" Bo waves with a happy smile with cookies crumbs on his lips before leaving.

Bo meant it when he said he'd be coming back. In fact, he came by every single day during his lunch break and every day, he'd buy something different. You had a whole variety of treats to choose from after all.

The two of you would strike up a conversation each time he'd come by which would be cut short when he remembered he has a job to do and so did you. It became a daily routine to see him and you found yourself getting excited and anticipating when he'll walk through that door when the clock strikes 1 pm.

You weren't sure when he started doing it but he'd call you "darlin'" whenever he entered and left your bakery. Sometimes he'd even let "sweetheart" slip from his lips too. Your skipped a beat everytime he said it. You questioned whether he meant it in a friendly way or possibly more.

Your questions were answered on a fateful day when he walked in with that charming smile and those gorgeous eyes which you've grown very fond of over these past few weeks. "Hey darlin' anything new?"

"You know I always do Bo," you reply with a joking eye roll and sass sliding off your tongue like melted butter. He chuckles and you smile back as you list off the new items of the day. When you ring him up as usual, you notice his shift in demeanor. His mouth opened and closed slightly as if he was trying to say something. "You a'right Bo?"

He chuckles and shakes his head at his own nerves. "Yeah I'm good it's just– d'you wanna grab dinner some time? Like on a date?" Damn he felt like a teenager with a crush all over again. It's been years since he's felt this way about someone.

You froze in your spot after he asks. The question was so unexpected but as soon as you snapped back to your senses, you didn't hesitate to say yes. "A'right how does tomorrow night sound?"

"Sounds perfect," You smile giddily.

"Then it's a date." He picks up his bag of treats and winks at you with that usual charming smile before stepping out to go back to his store.

-

Bo's head lifts up from the notepad on the counter when he hears the bell above the door ring to greet his customer. "Welcome in– sweetheart!" He smiles widely when he sees you standing in the door way. "What're you doin' here?" He rounds the corner of the counter to meet you. You wrap your arms around his neck as his goes around your waist to pull you in.

"Just wanted to come by with some treats." You dangle a paper bag in front of him and his smile widens. He takes the bag and places it on the counter to see what goodies you brought him. "Ever since I hired Elizabeth, I can do that now."

He looks up at you with his face stuffed with the chocolate chip cookies you just baked. "And praise the lord for that." His voice is muffled as he talks and you just giggle at him.

"Don't eat all of 'em Mr Chow. Save some for your coworkers." You shake your head at him as you place your finger to swipe up some of the melted chocolate on the corner of his lips and bring it to your mouth to suck it off. You don't notice the way his gaze darkens at the gesture, his eyes narrowing in on your lips.

He clears his throat, "d'ya mind following me to the back for a bit?" You nod and take his hand as he guides you to the back room. Once you're in, he closes the door and locks it before slamming his lips onto yours. The force of his kiss forced you against the door he previously shut.

Your hands weave through his dark hair. You taste the sweet chocolate from the cookies on his tongue.

He greedily grabs your ass and the back of your neck as he devours your mouth. He lifts up your thigh to hook it around him. You use the leverage to pull him impossibly closer. You gasp against his mouth when you feel something hard.

"You gettin' needy for me Bo?" You tease and he just groans in response before kissing you again.

He pulls away irritated when he hears someone call his name outside. "Oh for fucks sake." He throws his head back to stare at the ceiling. You take advantage and start leaving soft kisses along his neck, smiling when you feel his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"I'll be back," he kisses you once more and you move to the side so he can unlock the door and leave the room. While you wait for him to return, you start fixing your appearance from his greedy fingers to look presentable again.

When he returns a few minutes later, he looks at you with excitement. "Now where were we?" He tugs you back to him and moves to kiss you again but you move your head back. You smile and stroke his cheeks when he pouts, upset that you dodged his kiss.

"I should get back to the bakery, my lunch break ended a while ago and I don't wan' leave Elizabeth alone to deal with the customers."

Bo let's out a whine like groan and pulls you even closer. "Noooo stay here with me!" He drops his head on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses along your neck in hopes that he can seduce you to stay.

You giggle and continue to pet his hair, "you're seeing me later." You remove his face from your neck and kiss him. "I promise." He seems content with that and gives you a small smile.

"Fine." He kisses you once more before reluctantly letting you go and moves to the side to let you out.

-

"Hey sweetheart," Bo bites his lip as he tugs you toward him. He walks back just enough to shut the front door before trapping you against it. "I missed you." He connects his lips with yours, the softness surprising you a bit.

"You saw me earlier" you giggle.

"Still. I wanna be with you all the damn time." He nuzzles his face into your neck and you throw your head back against the door to give him more access. "You cloud my thoughts every single day."

You raise a brow and smile teasingly. "Oh yeah? What kinda thoughts?"

You feel him smirk against your neck and pulls away to look at you, "why don't I just show you?" You give him consent with a nod and bite your lip as he picks you up.

-

Bo hums against you as you tug at his hair while his head is between your legs. "You taste so good baby," he mutters against you. "Sweeter than any baked treat you can give me." He practically moans against you with an eye roll as if he was the one being pleasured, and in a way, he was as he ocassionally grinded against his mattress. "I could eat you out all fuckin' day."

"Bo–" you whine out.

"But I know you need me." He gives your clit one last harsh suck before moving back up and kissing you. He slaps his tip against your clit, making you squeal and flinch away. "Sorry baby, can't help but tease a little longer."

"I swear to God if you don't fuck me right now, I'm burnin' your next batch of cookies." You threaten with gritted teeth and a harsh tug to his hair. He just chuckles and lines up with your hole before thrusting all in. "Fuck!" You let out a loud moan as he slowly starts to move.

"Not so talkative now are ya sweetheart?" He pulls out until just the tip is inside before slamming in again. You can't even snap back as he bruises your g spot over and over again.

You dig your nails into his shoulders but he doesn't mind the pain. "So fuckin' good!" He lets his eyes flutter shut as he revels in the pleasure you're giving him. "You were made me for me sweetheart."

Groans and pants start falling out of his mouth, dripping down into your ears and filling your brain which thoughts of just him. All you could think of was the man on top of you right now making you see stars.

"I love you Bo!" You whimper out. You clench down on him when he starts rubbing your clit.

"I love you too darlin.' You gon' cum for me sweetheart? Cream all over my cock?" His thrusts become shorter before he ends up grinding on you instead.

"Please!" You beg him. "Please I wanna cum for you!"

"C'mon baby give it to me! C'mon!" His thrusts become harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around his bedroom along with your moans and his grunts. "Fuckin' give it to me!" He rubs your clit frantically as your nails dig into him, your back begins to arch off the bed, and you clench harder on him.

You let out screams of pleasure when you finally reach that long awaited peak. Not long after you hear Bo start to fall apart. His hips become more erratic and messy. His jaw is slack and his eyes are fluttered shut. He opens his eyes when you brush a few strands of hair from his face and he practically melts from how beautiful you look.

A few more moans spill from his mouth before he stills and you feel him fill you up. His whole body shakes from pleasure before he collapses next to you out of breath. He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, leaving a trail of kisses up your arm, to your neck, then your cheek, and finally your mouth.

"Did so good for my sweetheart," he breathes out, "so damn good."

[iamk]

18+

when your best friend shows up with a silicon mould of his dick, you think it’s one of his stupid jokes. it should be—except he’s dead serious. “for practice,” satoru says, as if that explains anything. practice for what? apparently, for the day you finally stop being a virgin and decide to date some poor bastard. because, in his words, it’s his duty as your best friend to set the bar high enough so you don’t go settling for less.

tragic, he calls it, if you ended up with someone who couldn’t measure up—when you’ve got him. well, not him, exactly. a replica of him. thick and heavy in your hands, veins carved into silicon with obscene detail. the kind of thing you’d scroll past online, laugh at for looking unrealistic, dangerous even.

and yet here you are, knees braced on the carpet, the suction base planted against the floor like some depraved monument. satoru is manspreading on the edge of your bed, sunglasses slipping down his nose so he can watch every twitch of your face. even with the copious amount of lube, it stretches you open cruelly, the blunt head popping past resistance and leaving your stomach cramping. you let out a shaky little sound before sinking even lower, the wet squelch filling the room. “holy shit,” he laughs, disbelieving and breathless, “you’re really taking it.” he crosses one leg over his lap.

you roll your hips once, tentative, and the drag of silicon veins inside you has your head tipping back, lips parting around a moan. by the time you bottom out, you’re trembling—walls fluttering around the silicone like it doesn’t know whether to take it or or force it back out. drool slicks your lip as you try not to think about the fact that it’s his cock you’re training on.

another whine bubbles up your throat as you rock your hips, proving something—you don’t know what, or to who—but the thought still sears through: i’ve lost my virginity, indirectly, to a copy of my best friend’s dick.

later, you’ll realise maybe this was his plan all along. how every guy you dated after could never measure up—literally.

[iamk]

FARMER TOJI X BUNNY READER HEADCANONS

cw - lots of weird shit, dubcon, piss kink in like three of them, anal play, daddy kink… uh dark content?? Idk but just be mindful while reading bc some can be gross.

Toji’s got a fixation—an obsession—with your tail, and it shows in the way he can’t keep his hands off it. You’re bent down to pick vegetables in the garden with your back arched and your butt poking out? He’s already looming over you like a shadow. Rubbing his bulge on your fluffy tail while groaning. He’ll grind against you through his jeans while his big hand cups your tail and squeezes, muttering, “Fuuck, look at this little thing wiggling for me”.

He uses your ears as handles. Doesn’t matter if he’s kissing you, fucking you in the barn, or yanking your bratty ass back into his lap — he’ll tug them just to make you squeal. He loves how sensitive they are, how a light pull makes you whimper and melt. Sometimes he’ll wrap one ear around his fist while pushing his cock deeper, using it like reins.

After a long, sweaty day—he stinks of work and sweat, and he always pulls you right into his spreaded lap before showering. He’ll shove your head down and make you nuzzle against his tented crotch, cooing, “Go on, sweetheart, bunny’s nose belongs right there”. He gets off on you twitching and sniffing him like a desperate little pet while he’s half-hard in his dirty jeans.

He calls you his “little farmhand,” but everyone in town knows you’re really just his cockwarmer. He’ll plop you down on his stiff cock while he sharpens tools or fixes something at the workbench. You’ll sit there stuffed full of cock while it marinates in your creamy cunt, your soft tail brushing his stomach, while he ignores your needy whines. “Sit still. If my cock slips out, you’re getting punished”.

He’ll finger your little asshole just because he can. Usually, when you’re already cockdrunk, drooling, and begging while impaled by his dick—he’ll slide a thick finger up your rim and watch you twitch while swallowing his finger up. He loves murmuring nasty shit while he does it, like, “Bunny’s holes don’t know which one to squeeze harder”. Sometimes he makes you hold a plug while you do chores in the field, just to hear you whimper every time you bend down and it shifts deeper.

Farmer Toji’s favorite way to cum is fucking you on your stomach, burying your face into the hay while he presses your tail down flat and ruts into your ass cheeks while he squeezes them together to fuck between them. He loves watching fat flesh jiggle and spread around his swollen cock, groaning, “Goddamn, this ass was made for me”. Half the time he cums just from rubbing himself on your tail and hole before he even sinks in.

He feeds you carrots straight from the field— except he makes you eat them with your mouth while he rubs your wet pussy with another. Sometimes he’ll stick one inside you and make you keep it there while you squirm around the house. “Don’t drop it, darling. That’s dinner”. He eats it later, laughing while you hide your face in embarrassment.

Toji’s nasty enough to breed you like an actual pet. He’ll force your knees up to your chest, rut into you meanly, and groan about how cute his warm cum looks steeping out of your ruined cunt. “Gonna pump you full every night ‘til you can’t walk straight. My little bunny hole’s nothing but a nest for my cock”. He’s obsessed with how small you are under him, how his fat load leaks down your thighs when he pulls out.

He lovesss fucking you outside, while you’re bent over the fence, tail twitching against his pelvis, his hands on your lower back keeping you pressed down. He gets off on the thought of the neighbors seeing—on you being used like his dirty little slut in broad daylight. He tells you to keep your ears up so anyone passing could see you, even though you whine and protest.

When he’s really mean, he makes you straddle his lap while he milks the cows. Your tiny cunt's stuffed full on his cock, bouncing down gently with every movement he makes. If you whine too much, he slaps your ass and squeezes it hard enough to bruise, and says, “Shut up. You’re just a cockwarmer ‘til I’m done working”. By the time he finally fucks you for real, you’re incoherent, dripping down all his heavy balls and thighs.

Toji can’t walk behind you without grinding on your tail. If you’re carrying a basket of vegetables, he’ll come up behind, sticking his cock between your cheeks, and letting the pre that’s dribbling out his tip leaks on your cotton hair while groaning, “Careful, sweetheart. I’ll spill my seed before you spill those tomatoes”.

He lives to grope you while you’re busy. Washing dishes? He’s behind you, big hands groping your soft tits, cock nestled snugly between your ass cheeks, and letting his angry tip rub against both of your holes. Hanging laundry? He’s got your panties down and two fingers knuckle-deep before you can protest.

Sometimes he just wants to bury his face in your ass. You’ll be bent over feeding animals, and suddenly he’s got your upper body pinned, eager tongue pushing between your cheeks and lapping a long stride from your drooling cunt to twitching asshole. “Mm, your ass smells sweeter every day. Daddy’s addicted”.

He’ll make you ride his cock backwards in the tractor seat while he drives slowly around the property. One hand on the wheel, the other on your hips, muttering, “Don’t stop bouncing. Gotta keep daddy awake”. He spanks your poor cheeks real hard till they’re red whenever you’re slowing down.

He jerks off to your tail when you’re not looking. Sometimes you’ll catch him in the barn, fist pumping his weeping cock while he stares at the way it twitches when you hop around. He doesn’t even look guilty — just smirks, grabs you, and finishes on it instead.

He gets nasty when you wear skirts — always shoving your panties to the side instead of pulling them down. He’ll growl in your ear, “Too much work. Just need your holes”. And he fucks you like that until the fabric is soaked.

Morning wood means you’re getting stuffed before breakfast. He’ll roll you onto your back, still half-asleep, and push in slow. “Shh, bunny. Daddy’s gotta drain it somewhere”. He keeps going until you’re panting, tail twitching, and the sheets are a mess.

He jerks off on your ears just to watch them flop heavy with his cum. Then he makes you lick them clean. “That’s my good girl. Bunny knows daddy’s mess belongs in her mouth”.

He kisses your rim the way most men kiss a mouth — sloppy, wet, sucking at it with obscene pops. Sometimes he’ll mutter against it, “Love this lil’ hole too much,” before stuffing his tongue back in until you squeak.

He’s obsessed with spitting on your cunt. Not once, but over and over, letting it drip in your hole before fingering it deeper. He’ll mutter, “Sloppy holes need sloppy prep,” before shoving his cock in with an nasty squelch.

Farmer Toji hates condoms and pulling out. He cums in you multiple times a day and makes you waddle around leaking, panties soiled and ruined. He’ll check you at the end of the night, pushing two thick fingers in and scooping out what’s left, then shoving it past your lips. “Good bunny eats what she can’t keep inside”.

He’s so vocal and filthy. He’ll say shit like, “You hear that, bunny? Daddy’s cock stirring your guts,” or “Pussy’s foaming all over the place”. He gets nastier the closer he is to cumming, babbling about how tight, sticky, wet, and perfect your holes are.

Toji will piss in the field and make you watch, grinning at your ears twitching as you stare. Sometimes he pulls you over it after and says, “Squat right here, bunny. Mark this spot with me. Let’s give earth a drink, yeah?”. He gets hard just seeing you pee in the dirt, and mixing your piss together.

He jerks off into whatever you’re eating when he’s feeling pervy. He’ll stir it in your oatmeal or smear it on cornbread butter. “C’mon, baby, eat up. Daddy put a little extra protein in there”. He watches until you lick the spoon clean.

He makes you rub your feet on his cock when he’s laid back in his chair on the front porch while smoking. He groans when your toes flex around him, muttering, “Cute little paws. Work daddy’s cock ‘til I mess the floor”.

Toji rarely reaches for lube — he just spits or uses his own cum. He’ll finger your little ass with the load he just pumped inside your pussy, groaning, “Why waste it? Bunny’s holes should be filled with me anyway”.

He’s a pervert about your scent. He’ll push your face into the mattress, spread your cheeks apart, and breathe in deep like it’s air. “Fuck, you smell better than fresh-cut hay”.

He’s gross enough to talk to your pussy while he’s fucking it. “That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze daddy tighter. Good lil’ cunt”. Then he smacks your ass and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll give the backdoor some attention after”.

On long wagon rides into town, he makes you sit on his cock the whole way, skirt pulled down over your lap. He talks casually to passing neighbors while you twitch, cock nudging your cervix with every bump in the road.

When he’s creampied you, he sometimes doesn’t let you run off to the toilet. He takes you to the yard, presses his cock back against your messy slit, and tells you to pee with him while his cum leaks out. “Piss daddy’s load out nice and sloppy. Let me watch”.

He gets nasty about punishing your clit — not mean, just filthy. He’ll tap it with his plump cockhead over and over until you’re squealing, then finally slide in, groaning, “Had to tenderize this little pearl before I overstimulate it”.

Half the time he’s fucking your pussy from behind, he’s spreading your cheeks apart just to stare at your rim twitching at him. “This little eye’s winking at me, begging for daddy’s thumb”. He rubs spit all over it before sinking his thumb in every single time.

While you gush from his fingers, he pins your thighs open and drags his nose side to side over your clit through the mess. He laughs at your squeaks, “Sensitive lil’ pearl loves daddy’s nose more than his cock”.

When you squat to pee, Toji’s already there on his knees, shoving his nose right against your slit while the stream splashes down. He inhales deep through it, groaning, “Fuck…smells so good”. He usually strokes his cock until he nuts in the puddle you just made.

[iamk]

Mafia Simon Riley who's meant to kill you.

You're the daughter of one of Price's enemies. Silly little thing you were, you didn't even know about your father's secret life. You believed him when he told you that your family wealth came from good investments back in the nineties.

Your father was a bad man. He committed horrible acts out of enjoyment rather than necessity like the 141.

So when your father threatened Price drunkenly one night and the tabloids got ahold of it, Price knew he needed to make a statement. Choosing Simon over the other 141 because he was ruthless, the one man who wasn't shaken by anything and would kill you without hesitation.

Except there was hesitation. Simon didn't think you'd be so god damn pretty. Especially with that ugly mutt of a father.

Simon had lied to Price for the first time that night, saying he couldn't find the right time to eliminate you.

Simon then spent almost all of his time watching you. You didn't even seem to have a sense of danger, an inability to recognise the threat almost constantly looming. Like a dumb little deer about to skip in front of a truck.

When Simon finally made himself known to you, you melted into his hands. Loving how big and strong he was, oblivious to the monster beneath his pale flesh. and Simon made sure to hide it from you the best he could.

The only time he allowed himself to let loose? Was when Simon ravaged you at night. It felt poetic in a sense, fucking you in the penthouse your father bought you. His cock leaking on the pretty silk sheets paid for by a man he hated. His seed filling his bosses enemy's most prized possession.

Every time he touched you, it was as though he was dirtying you with his hands in the most delicious way possible. Black marks in the shapes of handprints marring your skin, his handprints. Corrupting his sweet little deer.

Finally he swept you away. Letting you sit in his lap as he went over things in his office until you fell asleep, drooling on his expensive button up.

Simon tensed when Price walked in, cigar between his fingers. But Price didn't seem surprised to see you in Simons lap.

"Calm down, soldier. I've known since the second day you went after her. You never fail your missions, so I had MacTavish follow you"

"Can I keep her?" Simon asked, feeling like a child under his father's scrutiny.

"Suppose so, we'll just take out her father instead. Could use her as bait"

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

Buy my cat a treat? (•˕ •マ.ᐟ

[iamk]

18+ phone sex with bsf!gojo

your legs are propped against the wall to encourage circulation. your body aches in that diffuse, overstimulated way it gets after hours of inertia mistaken for rest. you’ve been toggling between apps, forgetting what you opened and why. your thumb keeps opening your messages, closing them, then flicking back to your home screen. nothing new. nothing waiting. the ambient glow of your lock screen washes the sheets in a sickly blue. your phone buzzes once in your palm, abrupt and physical, a nudge more than a ring. incoming call… satoru. the name flickers at the top, options below: reminder, message, accept, decline.

you accept without really consciously deciding to, thumb tapping green and sliding upward. your phone stays cradled in your hand as it switches to the full screen. elapsed seconds appear beneath his name. you press speaker.

“you’re still up?” his voice is muffled slightly, like he’s under blankets or speaking into his pillow.

“m’talking to you, aren’t i?”

“you touching yourself?”

“excuse me?”

“dunno.” he yawns. “you’ve got that voice.”

not much to say to that. whatever the fuck that was. your legs are starting to go numb, so you let them slide down the wall, toes dragging the drywall on their way down.

“what voice?”

“that sleepy one.” he murmurs. you hear fabric rustle near his mic, he must be turning onto his side.

“y’know, the ‘if-you-tell-me-to-touch-myself-i-will’ voice.”

“pervert.” you wrinkle your nose, more out of embarrassment than indignation.

“only ‘cause i’m thinking about you.” he yawns, “i’m so sleepy.”you roll onto your side, legs curling toward your chest, screen still lit beside your pillow.

“then sleep. duh.”

“i want to. but.”

there’s always a but. sometimes you think it's a habit he hasn't outgrown—leaving unclosed parentheses, little excuses to keep you on the line.

“but my dick’s being annoying.”

“what’s new.”

the groan is theatrical, yet he’s too tired to commit to the bit.“you’re supposed to say something nice,” he grumbles. “or offer to help. or at least sympathise.”

“you’re calling me just so you can jerk off, aren’t you?”

“not just,” he insists. “i wanted to see your face, too.”

he says it like the truth needs no defence, as if needing you while touching himself has always been this transparent. a clause built into the friendship somewhere between hey, what’s for lunch and you up?. this is what you are to each other.

“aw, so sleep blue-balled,” you singsong. he makes a noise that sounds genuinely pained. “that’s evil. why would you say that.”biting your lip, you smile against the warm side of your pillow. “erm… because you deserve it?”

rustling fabric fills the lull. in your mind, you can picture him with such clarity: his arm flung across his eyes, white hair sticking up at odd angles.

“seriously though,” he says. “can i?”

“can you what?”

“jerk off to your voice. need the greenlight or it feels weird.”

a pause. the blanket slips down your thigh as you shift, one leg exposed to the cool air. goosebumps gather without effort.

“shit. you’re really gonna?”

“only if it’s cool with you.”

the phone is starting to heat against your ear, screen warm with prolonged contact.

“want to FaceTime?”

a shallow inhale. his response comes in a rush.

“i didn’t even know that was an option. fuck, yeah.”

“yeah, okay. i’m picking up.” your thumb taps end on the call screen, and within seconds, the incoming FaceTime flashes the usual translucent overlay, your lock screen dimmed behind it.

you swipe to accept. the screen jumps from your own dim reflection, eyes bleary in the front camera, to his.

his face takes up most of the frame. so close you’re able to count the pores in his skin. harsh yellow lamplight catches on the angles of his cheekbones and the translucent fringe of his lashes, almost insubstantial when he blinks. they rest briefly on the apple of his cheek, then lift again.

you smile. he smiles back.

“hi.”

“hi.”

in full view now, satoru looks uncharacteristically shy. mouth parted, bottom lip moist where he’s licked it, eyes flickering between the screen and something out of frame.

“was waiting for you to say something dirty.”

“and how long would that’ve taken?”

“dunno. ten minutes…twenty. i would’ve stuck it out.” he sounds tired, but lucid. not fully wanking off yet, if you had to guess—probably still palming himself over his boxers, getting worked up on pure suggestion. you roll onto your side, and the phone wobbles, catches the edge of the fitted sheet. your hand snakes out to right it again.

the mic picks up the faint squelching noise. somewhere out of frame, his hand’s already moving. the camera stays fixed on his face, and it’s all the more intimate for it. he wants you to see what it does to him.

you pretend to be unaffected, but your body makes a liar of you. viscous heat pools in your loins, your thighs pressing together as if that might contain it. the lighting in his room throws everything into a jarring gold. shadows stretch over the planes of his body, carving out the dips of his collarbones, the curve of his shoulder where it slopes into bicep. all rendered in movement—small, involuntary flinches that betray how far gone he already is.

wet and uneven shlick shlicks between his shallow breathing, and your imagination fills the gaps. his fist working at the base, moving up along the shaft. the flushed crown seeping into his palm. the part of him you haven’t seen, haven’t touched, yet already crave.

“can i see?” you blurt out, immediately embarrassed. so little time pass between the inquiry and the rustle of cotton, followed by a faint clatter of his phone being repositioned against something more stable. the camera tilts from his face to the slope of his torso, and below that… christ.

his cock fills the centre of the screen, thick and gleaming in his grip. the tip is flushed a dark pink that’s nearly red, leaking precum on his knuckles and clinging in filmy threads between shaft and fist. each upward pull draws a soft twitch from the base. your panties are wet and your mouth is dry.

“fuck,” he groans, “say something.”

you wet your lips. try not to pant into the mic.

“what do you want me to say?”

“anything,” he whines, almost ashamed, “…tell me you’re thinking about me. even if you’re not. your voice’ll get me there.”you know satoru doesn’t mean to sound that pitifully truthful. the strongest sorcerer rarely lets insecurity take hold. he crushes doubt with bravado, but right now, the façade slips. thumb tracing the screen’s bevel, your own face stares back at you from the dark, no longer innocent—if it ever was.

“you always say you want honesty.” hand sliding between your thighs, settling into warmth. “but then you sound like that.”

“what kind of dirty talk-”

“i am thinking about you,” you interrupt, breathless. “i do that all the time. more than i should.”

he moans. not a sigh, but a sound much deeper, as though his entire body flinched from the force of it.

“fuck. fuck, that’s hot.”

your hand move faster between your thighs, knees knocking together under the blanket.

“come for me, toru.”

his face twists—eyes squeezed shut, brows pulled together in an fashion that could be pain if not for the rosy flush streaking his cheekbones. lips parted, he lets out a broken sound as he spills across his abdomen. the camera catches it in motion: streaks catching light on the dip of muscle, glistening where it hits pale skin. seconds pass. his head drops back onto the pillow. a ragged sigh slips out as the camera tips back up to his face.

“you okay?”

his eyes crack open, irises ablaze. bright as arc welders, or sea glass under radiation. the whites nearly indistinguishable from the iris, both eclipsed by some cold, internal flare that burns behind the striations of his pupils.

“yeah,” he mumbles. “thanks. felt good hearing you.”

[iamk]

bsf!gojo being insecure when he’s literally inside u

“you still like me, right?”

satoru’s voice carries a tinge of uncertainty, which is uncharacteristic for the man reputed as the strongest sorcerer alive. whose cock remains seated deep inside you, fully sheathed. heat gathers low in your abdomen, not from the intrusion—your body has long since acclimated to his size—but from the sheer gravity of the question.

brows pinched together, his face hovers over yours. sharp planes of his cheekbones flushed a raw, roseate pink. and those eyes… a fathomless blue, rimmed in feathery lashes pale as frost blink slowly down at you, shimmering like phosphorescent embers, galaxies held captive behind glass.

a raw sound claws its way up your throat but dissolves behind your lips. tears threaten, fury and heartbreak tangled, and a fierce urge to slap him for even daring to ask.

“you’re—” a broken gasp, then laughter fractures free, fraying on the edge of hysteria. “you’re literally inside me, toru.”

for a moment, his face falls, a shadow passing over his features that makes your heart seize. betrayingly, your cunt clenches around him, and though he does not thrust, his sculpted abdomen tightens against yours: a punishing kind of stillness. you know his body too well to believe it’s passive restraint.

“i know. but that’s not what i asked.”

your muscles contract in protest. satoru remains motionless, with bated breath. until you bite your lip and confess:

“dumbass. i never stopped liking you.”

his lips descend with ferocious tenderness—teeth clashing and tongue demanding. satoru fucks you deeper into the sheets, each thrust compounding the pressure building at your core. fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scoring flesh as your body shudders beneath him, spiraling toward release.

a cataclysm of sensation detonates, seismic in its intensity. your cunt pulses around him, milking his cock as he groans into your open mouth and spills inside. prolonging your unraveling, satoru grinds his come into the deepest part of you, until the residual spasms dissolve and your entire body’s limp. warm lips trail down your throat as he kisses each bruise he’s marked you with.

“mhm.. had to make sure.”

[iamk]

▷ (S)CREAM VI

Synopsis . In which your ‘killers’ soon realize you’re not stuck with them but they’re stuck with you… / Pairings . (Semi-Separate) Ghostface!Geto x f!reader, Ghostface!Gojo x f!reader, & Ghostface!Choso x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cùm eating), pussy slapping, teasing, a hint of knife play, etc . / wc . 9.6k (oops!)

A/N: Sorry this is late, but anywho! I <3 Ghostface. Art creds to @aransmind [MDNI]

“You want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?”

“Yeah, and when you find me…”

“I fuck you instead of killing you.”

“Mhm!” You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap you’re currently sitting on.

Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, “And I’m doing this, why?” Geto questions.

You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. “Because Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hot… Duh.”

It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.

So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.

“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.

The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.

At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”

He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.

And that was all it took. 

Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face. 

Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.

Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—

You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.

Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.

Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues. 

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.

Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.

It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.

Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.

“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out. 

You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”

He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”

“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”

“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.

“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.

Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?

“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.

You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.

Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.

“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.

“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.

You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.” He orders on the other end.

Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit. 

Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”

“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.

“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.

You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?

“No.” You chirp simply.

You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”

You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?” 

It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds

“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”

Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??

For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?” 

There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says. 

Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.

And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after. 

“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.

There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”

Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.

“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.

The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??

“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”

You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.

Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.

Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right? 

“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.

You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”

He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”

“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…

Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”

“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.

“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.

“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”

“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”

You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”

“Another one of us will find you.”

“Oh—“

“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.

Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”

Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”

“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.

“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.

“But—“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”

You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words. 

“Oh, and by the way…”

“Huh?”

The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”

——

Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.

Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.

As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…

Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.

Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??

After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.

It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.

…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.

Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.

It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.

There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open. 

Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.

They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?

That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.

Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—

The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.

Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.

His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.

“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.

With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.

His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.

“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.

You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”

His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”

Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”

Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.

You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right. 

You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.

The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.

His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?

“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”

“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.

He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…” 

His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…

“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.

He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”

“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.

Choso just barely nods his head in response.

“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.

Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.

And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.

It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.

It was almost impressive, in all honesty.

Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.

Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.

One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.

Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.

Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit. 

“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.

Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.

Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.

Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.

You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.

He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”

You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.

Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.

It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.

Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.

Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.

Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.

He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.

Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.

Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.

With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.

Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.

That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.

Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.

The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.

“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.

You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.

You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.

“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.

Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes. 

You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”

That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body. 

Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…” 

You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.

Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.

You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.

Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.

He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you. 

Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.

You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.

Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually. 

Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“

“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.

Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“

Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”

Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.

After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.

Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.

Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.

“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures. 

Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.

You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s. 

Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.

Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.

Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.

Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.

And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.

Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”

Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.

The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.

Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.

He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while. 

Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.

Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.

After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.

—

So, one thing led to another and…

You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.

By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.

“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier. 

You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.

“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.

Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.

Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.

You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.

“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”

Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him. 

The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—

Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.

He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.

“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”

Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.

His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.

Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”

And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.

Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.

All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind. 

Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.

You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then. 

You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.

And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”

Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”

Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.

“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra. 

Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.

You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…

Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.

“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.

Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.

Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.

Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.” 

It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.

Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”

A/N: ty guys so much for 6k followers here btw!! much love, mwah.

[iamk]

18+ using a huge dildo + getting caught by toji

sometimes your husband’s gone for days on a job. and when he’s gone, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. there is one problem though. the appetite of your pussy has become too greedy—no substitute for the way his cock stuffs you full.

tonight is one of those lonely nights. you’re alone in bed, pumping a thick silicone monster in and out of you. not toji, but it’s doing its money’s worth. the stretch burns, but it’s of the pleasurable variety, the kind that makes you want more.

“god,” you moan to the empty room, “this thing’s way too big.”the bedroom door swings wide open.

“wow,” toji’s not smiling. a flash of something—annoyance? relief?—crosses his face like he was expecting the worst. all you can do is meet his gaze before he breaks eye contact to survey your spread legs, not to mention the toy wedged inside you.

“that’s the stand-in?” he steps closer, eyes glued to where the silicone disappears into you. a palm skims your ankle, fingers drifting up your inner thigh. “you trying to keep me humble?”

“nah, just keeping my options open.”

the toy is gone before you register him pulling it free with a wet squelch—replaced with the hot, heavy weight of the real deal.

“fuck—”

“that’s right,” toji hisses, driving into you with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. your vision bursts white, breath caught on a sharp gasp as his hips grind in to the hilt. “no one’s better at this game than i am.”

next morning, the monster dildo sits in the trash bin like a forgotten enemy, silently conceding defeat.

[iamk]

Rafe fic,

Rafe makes you record all the times you guys hookup/ you pleasure yourself so he can look back later and got off to the recordings

a/n: 100000% something that he does

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With the camera fast in his hand, Rafe hovered above you, swiftly reaching down to gather up your legs, efficiently folding your frame in half as you continued to fulfil his wish, before he stroked his fist silkily up and down his throbbing length.

As the patterns you drew over your needy clit caused you to pant, you swiftly whimpered, “please, Rafe.”

“What? What is it?” he smirked, knowing full well what it was you were practically drooling for, “you need this big dick, huh?” he murmured, tapping the hefty weight of himself against your puffy petals, making you nod wildly beneath him as he teased your entrance, zooming in a bit as he recorded your desperation.

And just as you felt his girth slip inside just enough to give you hope, the bright grin swiftly faded from your lips as a curse promptly flowed from his lungs before he pulled back out, only to stomp across the room and situate the camera upon the nearby dresser.

Rushing back with a vengeance, before you had the chance to even squeak, he had buried himself balls deep inside your cunt.

Crushing you down into the mattress below, he grunted, “that’s it,” before he caught both your arms and flung them around his neck, tangling them around him for support before his touch scooped down to cup your ass, lifting you up with him as he rose back up, “fucking take it,” wet smacks filled up the room as he cradled you in his arms, living out his fantasy and making you his personal pornstar, “take it…”

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[iamk]

𝖨𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗑 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖿!𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾

It started with a lie.

You said you were just dropping off something he left at your place. Some hoodie he never asked for. A package that could’ve waited. Nothing important enough to justify showing up at Smoke’s door at 1:34AM in a two-piece lounge set that clung to every curve like it had intentions.

He opened the door shirtless.

Gray sweatpants hanging loose on his hips, gold chain resting on that inked-up chest, fresh cut, beard freshly lined. He looked like temptation dipped in sin. Like everything your body remembered and your pride tried to forget.

His eyes dragged over you slow—neck to thighs, then back up.

“You coulda called,” he murmured, voice thick and Southern and lazy with suspicion.

“I was already out.”

He smirked. “Was you?”

You hated how he looked at you. Like he knew what you were doing, how fast your heart was beating, how you’d parked around the corner just to calm yourself down before knocking.

“You comin’ in?” he asked, stepping back.

You didn’t answer. Just walked inside.

His apartment smelled like cologne, weed, and clean laundry. Lived-in. Intimate. Like it missed you. The lights were low, music playing from somewhere in the back—D’Angelo, slow and sticky like molasses.

You stood there, arms crossed, watching him grab a bottle of water from the fridge like he wasn’t the reason your pulse was skipping.

“You look good,” he said over his shoulder, voice low and casual.

“You always say that.”

He turned to face you, grinning. “That don’t make it a lie.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move. Didn’t blink when he stepped closer and leaned against the counter. Sweatpants hanging even lower now. Chest rising slow.

“You still got that smart-ass mouth?” he asked.

“Why? You miss it?”

He stared at you like he was two seconds from showing you exactly how much.

You sat on the couch, crossing your legs. Trying to act unbothered. He sat too close. His thigh brushed yours. He let it.

“You don’t come see me no more,” he said, voice quiet but rough. “Not unless you want somethin’.”

“Not true.”

He glanced down at your lips. “You lyin’.”

You turned to say something smart, but before the words could come out, he leaned in.

His hand was on your jaw. His mouth pressed to yours—soft, then demanding. Your body betrayed you instantly, lips parting, thighs twitching. His tongue slid against yours like he was picking up right where y’all left off. Like no time had passed.

You should’ve stopped it.

But you leaned in deeper.

Clothes was off. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just intentional. Careful. Like he was unwrapping something he hadn’t touched in so long. Your shirt hit the floor. His lips traced your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.

You tried not to moan. Failed.

“Damn,” he muttered, eyes dark.

His hand slid between your thighs. Two fingers dipped inside, dragging out a gasp that nearly embarrassed you.

“You wet,” he grinned, rubbing lazy circles against that spot he never forgot. “You ain’t come here to talk.”

This what you came for?” he asked, dragging your panties down slow. “This what you been missin’?”

You couldn’t even answer. Not with his hand sliding between your thighs like he already knew you were soaked.

“Goddamn,” he whispered, sucking his teeth. “You still let me fuck up your head like this?”

You arched into his touch. “Shut up.”

“Whatever you say mama.”

He laid you back on the couch, one hand under your thigh, the other wrapped around your throat—not hard, just firm. Possessive.

Then he slid in.

Slow. Deep. Cocky.

He was big. Slow at first, letting you feel every inch. Then rough. Aggressive. Like he was trying to fuck the attitude out of you.

“You feel that?” he grunted, gripping your hips. “Ain’t nobody ever gon’ stretch you like this. I ruined you.”

“Still fit me like it was made for me,” he groaned, hips rolling. “Ain’t that wild?”

You couldn’t answer. Your mouth was open, head thrown back, fingers digging into his shoulders. He thrust into you with thick, slow strokes, letting you feel everything. Every inch. Every grudge.

“I missed this fuckin’ pussy,” he growled, kissing your neck. “You used to talk all that shit ‘til I had you folded like laundry.”

You moaned his name. Tried to pull away.

You felt full.

He gripped your hips tighter. “Nah. Take this shit.”

He picked up the pace. Deep. Brutal. Like he was rearranging everything. You didn’t even realize you were crying until he kissed the corner of your eye.

“Aww,” he cooed. “That good, huh?”

You whimpered under him, body trembling, nails dragging down his back.

“This mine,” he growled. “Say it.”

You tried to be stubborn. Tried to keep your pride.

But his hand wrapped around your throat, and he fucked you deeper. Nasty. Raw. Chain swinging against your chest.

“Say. It.”

“It’s yours,” you gasped. “Fuck—Smoke, it’s yours.”

He smirked like he knew you were lying to yourself before this. Like he’d been waiting to hear you say that since the day y’all stopped fucking.

You was on your stomach. your ass up. He thrust into you from behind, holding your wrists down while your ass bounced against his pelvis.

“You gon’ run and still come back to me every time,” he grunted. “I ruined you.”

You hated how true it felt.

You hated how loud you were getting.

He pulled your hair. Bit your shoulder. Slapped your ass till it stung.

“You mine,” he breathed into your ear.

“I’m yours,” you gasped.

“Mhm.”

“I’m yours, Smoke—fuck!”

Your voice cracked. Your legs shook. Your orgasm hit hard and messy. He didn’t let up, fucking you through it, making you cry out all over again.

You ended up in his bed somehow.

Head on the pillow . Legs on his shoulders. Hair a mess. Lip swollen.

And still… he wasn’t done.

“You came here actin’ grown,” he smirked, climbing over you again. “Now take this grown dick.”

It was even nastier. Sloppier. Legs over his shoulders. His chain swinging, sweat dripping, the mattress squeaking.

He kissed you like he hated you. Fucked you like he missed you. Made you feel everything you tried to forget.

He flipped you over without warning. Pulled your hair. Slapped your ass. Made you say thank you for every stroke.

You moaned through gritted teeth, throat hoarse, toes curling.

“Don’t tap out now,” he warned, voice smug. “You came over here

When you finally came, it was a mess. Loud. Full-body. Face down in his pillow, tears wetting the cotton, thighs shaking.

But he didn’t stop.

“Where you goin’? We not done.”

Over and over, with your back arched and your nails clawing down his back, legs shaking from the way he hit every damn spot like he designed your body himself.

You’d forgotten how nasty he was—how filthy his mouth could get when he was buried deep in you, moaning about how good it felt, how much he missed this pussy, how he should’ve never let you leave.

He kept going till your legs gave out. Till your voice cracked. Till you were boneless in his bed, barely breathing, body soaked in sweat.

When it was over, for real this time, he pulled you into his chest. Arm heavy around your waist. He finally let you catch your breath—he kissed your shoulder, chuckling low and mean.

Still actin’ like you don’t love me,” he said, pulling you into his chest.

You didn’t answer. You just lay there, body sore, soul screaming.

You were silent.

So was he.

Until he said—

“You gon’ lie and say this was a mistake in the morning?”

You didn’t answer.

But you didn’t leave either.

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for your pleasure

proceed at your own risk. these all feature sexual and nsfw content. all of these links are from twitter/x, you need to be logged into an account to view them!

chris sturniolo

you accidentally hear him jerking off (nsfw audio)

you love him but he has to wait before he cums (p!link)

comforting you by letting you grind on his thigh (p!link)

he finally gets to eat you out (p!link)

you love the feeling of his cock between your boobs (p!link)

you're his best friend, he wants to take things slow (p!link)

he loves kneading your ass (p!link)

getting rid of his boner before he goes out (nsfw audio)

holding you by the ankles (p!link)

he gets you and your underwear all sticky (p!link)

you can't even think when he's fucking you slow (p!link)

matt sturniolo

he can't focus on kissing you (p!link)

dry humping the mattress when you're away (nsfw audio)

you love when he takes his time (p!link)

he loves fucking your face from this angle (p!link)

matt tries his best to follow your instructions (p!link)

easy, boy (p!link)

soft, teasing make out with your boobs (p!link)

he loves putting in the work (p!link)

sharing a bed with your best friend (nsfw audio)

grinding against the bunny he got you (p!link)

pressing you into the mattress (p!link)

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