rhaenicette

[rhaenicette]

i love all of ur fics, coming from a black girl (haitian) myself it’s a bit hard to find black reader fics. so glad i found ur account i love ur work:))

could i possibly request gojo coming back from his mission n black reader wants to help him relieve stress

thick!black!reader helping gojo relieve some stress after his mission by some sloppy head. ><

gojo came home quiet this time.

not playful. not cocky.

just jaw clenched, body beat up, sweat clinging to his skin under his torn uniform. he left his shirt on the floor, blindfold hanging off his neck, and sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, breathing hard.

and you knew.

you knew when you saw him that he needed you.

“c’mere,” you whispered, stepping between his legs.

your fingers ran through his messy white hair, soft. slow. “let me take care of you, baby. please?”

he looked up—eyes bloodshot, lips parted. that pretty mouth had no words. just breath.

“…you gon’ be good t’me?” he asked, voice soft like a broken thing.

you nodded, already sinking to your knees. “always, ‘toru. jus’ sit back and let me do it, ‘kay?”

you pulled his pants down slow. it was almost antagonizing.

gojo’s big ‘n girthy dick flopped out like a threat. full. curved. already heavy in your palm before it was even fully hard.

you couldn’t bottom it out if you tried, and you had—multiple times. it always ended the same; almost choking, crying, creaming, and him damn near apologizing while he ruined you.

“fffuck, sooo big—” you murmured, stroking it gentle, drool already pooling in your mouth.

gojo twitched.

“yeaah?” he breathed. “too much for that pretty lil mouth, mama?”

you nodded, your sultry eyes on him while kissing the tip. “too much… but i want it. need it. been missin’ this dick.”

he whimpered at your low and seductive voice.

and when you finally took him in—just the tip—gojo cracked.

“mmh—shit,” he whined, thighs tensing. “b-baby—fffuck, you’re so—nghh, ma, you don’t know what that do t’me…”

“yes i do,” you whispered, pulling off with a wet pop.

“know exactly what you need. you needed me the second you stepped in that door.”

you spit on it. let your hand slide slick over that fat length while you suckled his reddening mushroom head, tongue swirling slow. then deepened.

and when he hit the back of your throat?

he moaned pathetically. loud. high. desperate.

you looked up and he was red in the face, head tilted back, hands in his hair like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“ma—mama you gon’ m-make me nut—f-fuck—already? already?—”

“shhh,” you mumbled around his dick, not even letting up. you stroked the rest of him fast while your throat worked the first half, gurgling, nose buried in the base of his shaft.

“d-don’t stop,” he begged. “please, baby. p-please don’t stop, i need this—hah!—need you…”

“i gotchu, ‘toru,” you said sweet. “let it out.”

that’s when he lost it.

gojo came hard, damn near sobbing, legs trembling while you swallowed it all. his brows were furrowed and his mouth agape. you rubbed his thigh while he cried your name, body locking up, his whole soul melting into the bed.

and he didn’t let you go.

even when you pulled off, he held your face to his trembling thigh.

“you always do me so right,” he mumbled, eyes wet. “fuck, ma—i love you.”

“love you too, ‘toru,” you said softly. kissed his thighs, his pelvis, his stomach. “y’need a bath?”

he nodded. “only if you come in with me.”

you giggled. “always.”

thank you sweets!! m’so glad u love my ficsssssssssss! don’t be afraid to request more mama i gotchu!

[rhaenicette]

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[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ EREN hasn’t said a word since you both got in the car.

it was painfully quiet—you both would agree. no one dared to speak, and to make things even worse; the aux wasn’t even on.

it all started when he took you on one of his rides—to go deliver weed to one of his new clients.

eren had a black tracksuit on, with your favourite cuban link hung around his neck. his hair was tied into a man-bun with loose pieces framing his face.

and you? you were beautiful as ever. your hair was laid and so were your edges, your skin was shiny and the one piece you had on showed all the thickness you carried.

the client was nice, for sure.

handsome? of course. his own hair was buzzed and his eyes were half-lidded—the type of look that gets you weak in the knees.

but was he—in any way—eren’s competition? hell no.

but the client did speak to you. and as did you. you both exchanged in good yet short conversation (mainly because eren ended the meeting quickly) and you found him to be interesting.

again, was he eren’s competition?

HELL no.

so why was eren mad, do you ask?

it was because of the way you smiled at the client. how you cocked your head to the side—the way he liked.

it was how you threw your head back and told the client “you too funny!” as you laughed.

eren should be the only funny man in your life.

it was how you laughed shyly every-time the man said something. (you only laughed once)

it was because you looked too fucking good. too good for his liking.

the ride home felt like years. you didn’t know how audible your sigh was when you finally saw you and eren’s home from the driveway.

eren parked outside your home so fast the brakes nearly squealed.

he got out the car swiftly, slamming his car door shut hard. he walked over to your side, opening your door without saying a word, closing it after you hopped out.

you trailed behind slow, trying to keep your expression cute.

but you loved the way he looked and acted when he was angry. how his jaw clenched and his eyes half-lidded and red. you loved poking at him, testing the waters.

you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together when you both entered your shared room.

still, eren hasn’t said a word.

he didn’t take his clothes off—he didn’t need to, they were already clean—and neither did you.

you sat on your large bed, waiting—anticipating on how this would go.

on how fucked you’d be.

and lord, did you underestimate it.

now, you’re on your stomach. your face is in your pink satin pillows and your thick and plump ass is in the air. your eyes were rolling. ass recoiling and body jerking after every nasty and rough snap of eren’s hips behind you.

that one piece you wore? eren damn near ripped it off of you (with the angry promise of him buying you 5 more)

eren’s thrusts are mean, enough to make you feel like he’s in your lungs.

he’s nasty, messy—girthy ‘n so full—you can’t even articulate proper sentences without breaking out into a pathetic whimper or moan.

his fingers dig into your plush hips and his brows are furrowed. the noises he’s making is almost pitiful.

“thought that shit was funny? smiling all in dude face like i ain’t t-there?” he’s breathless, his moans begin to come out high-pitched.

you cry out, try to shake your head, but your body jolts with every hard stroke.

“use ya words, mami.”

a broken moan slips from your lips as you attempt to speak. “i—i w-wasn’t tryna—mmph!”

“nah,” eren shook his head, nipping his bottom lip slightly. “you really hurt me, ma. thought i was the one f’you,”

you’re babbling like a bunny, “y-you are—oooh fffuck—the o-one f’me!”

eren laughs. sick and low. “yeaaahh, i know.”

you were wrecked. your pussy was wrecked. soaked, creamy, stretched wide around his thick, curved dick—he was so big, so full, he had your sappy walls hugging him like they didn’t wanna let go.

and you were taking it so good.

that heavy weight slapping your cheeks, dragging along your walls, stretching your sweet pussy so wide it left you looking pathetic.

“uhhhhnn f-fuck, ‘ren—eren wait—!” you tried to crawl forward.

but it was no use—eren grabbed your hips and slammed you back down.

“fuck you think you goin?”

now, he was deep. his mean ‘n angry head was pressing against your cervix.

“i said i was done, ma?”

you shook your head like a dumb bunny as you cried out. and you were dripping and sooo sweet eren had to control himself from nutting so quickly.

so warm. so sweet. creamy strings connected your thighs and his dick every time he pulled back.

and your tummy was bulging with every stroke. that soft brown stomach, plush and sensitive, jumped each time his hips hit home.

“o-oohh ffuckkk,” eren groaned high behind you.

his head fell back. his loosely-tied manbun growing weaker each stroke. a few long strands of hair stuck to his sweaty cheek.

“s-shit—this—hah!—fuckin’ pussy…” he moaned. “you tryna make me nut already, baby? that’s how you feel?”

you couldn’t answer. you were damn near going dumb on him. brain foggy. words were gone.

all that left your mouth were slurred moans and glistening gasps.

“uhhnn—mmf—feels sooo good, fffuck i c-can’t—i’m—”

your thick thighs were quivering. your ass was bouncing wildly with every thrust, soft and jiggly and covered in that beautiful cellulite he couldn’t get enough of. your titties were bouncing underneath you. every time he bottomed out, they pounced like they were gonna slap your own chest.

eren caught sight of that when he cocked his head—and the sight broke him.

“fffuckin’ g-gorgeous, mama—and s’aaalll f’me.” he gritted.

he pulled your hair tighter. bent over your back. “sound sooo pretty, too. y’hear yourself, ma?”

you were wailing now. back arching. arms weak. eyes glassy behind your glasses.

you were so right and so beautiful—eren already forgot what he was angry about.

“‘rennn—‘ren m’gonna—ffuck—cum again, please—c-can’t hold it, m’nutting!—”

“uh huhhh?” he moaned pathetically, snapping his hops even harder.

“do it f’me, ma—” he hissed, lips at your neck. “cum aaalll over me, baby. want this—mmh—pussy to milk me.”

and you did. white-hot pleasure took over your body. your moans grew louder as your sweet walls clenched around him.

“o-oooh shitt, ‘ren—m’nutttttingggg!”

a creamy ring formed around his shaft after many rounds. but he still wanted more. he wanted you.

eren pulled you up by your hair and bent you back against his chest.

“yeahhh,” he groaned low, mouth against your ear,

“there go my fuckin’ girl.”

ooohhh hellcat eren come play in these sheets <33

[rhaenicette]

Heyyyy hun, question. Where’d the Eren/Reader one shot go?? I could’ve sworn I read it yesterday from this account but now it’s gone😭😭😭

If you deleted it then I totally understand but I’m asking just incase you didn’t realise it was missing!❤️

i made it private cuz i had to fix something books 💔💔💔 it’ll be back up later today!!!

[rhaenicette]

thank y’all for over 1000+ likes!!! more content coming soon <333 who should i write for??

[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ TOJI loved when you wore your nightdress.

he loves the way it hugged your curves, how your ass jiggles in it with every step you take. he loved how it never reached below your plush thighs. he loves how your breasts bounce and the way nightdress dramatizes it even more.

and tonight? toji was already feeling like fucking until he couldn’t no more.

and you, his pretty wife, just had to greet him wearing that nightdress. and when you hugged him—heavy tits squished against his abs, arms swinging around his slutty lil waist, looking up at him—and he gave you that look?

oh, you were done for.

now, you both were in bed. your back was against the bed and your thick legs almost reached your ears.

his thick ‘n slick cock stretched your walls out so good, your tongue was out and your eyes half-lidded as you attempted to keep eye-contact with him.

your sweet pussy squeezed him so good, toji couldn’t help but emit high-pitched whimpers. him biting his bottom lip didn’t help at all.

toji’s body was all over you—broad, solid, muscle-packed and sweating through his black shirt.

that tight shirt clung to his chest and large biceps like it was painted on, and the veins in his forearms popped every time he shifted his grip under your knees.

he was so deep inside, you swear you could feel him in your lungs.

plap! plap! plap! was the sound filling the room. that, and the headboard tapping the wall with each brutal slap of his hips.

toji bent over you, sweat dripping on your tits.

“shit, ma…” he panted, watching your heavy tits jump with every thrust. “pussy grippin’ like it m-missed me.”

“ooh—shiittt, f-fuck it did—” you slurred, back arching. “t-toji missed you s’bad, mmh—”

he laughed. that low, mean chuckle.

“yeah? sound like it.”

he gave a slow grind, angling his hips so you could feel the thick tip drag across your front wall. “f-fuck, y’feel that? m’aaalll in your guts, mama.”

and you did. your tummy bulged with each stroke. your thighs were trembling, cellulite dimpling as he slammed into your pussy, raw and stretched, your lips swollen around him like they never wanted to let him go.

“t-toji—s-shit m’goin’ crazy,” you cried, voice cracking.

“i know, baby.” he spoke in such a condescending tone it made your pussy clench around him harder.

“f-fuck—go crazy on me, ma.”

you were moaning. whimpering. loud and shameless. you were babbling. begging for more.

drool slid down the corner on your soft lips slightly.

you were such a sight—and toji loved every single thing about it. he loved you.

“nghhh i n-neeeddd it,” you whimpered, scratching his shirt, leaving sweaty handprints on his pecs. “t-toji i need it, pleasepleaseplease—d’ntstop, ooooouuu s-shit!—”

he started snapping his hips faster. rough. relentless. paleskin slapping brownskin.

his balls were heavy, smacking your plump and thick ass, your sweet pussy clapping like a round of applause and your anklet with his ‘T’ initial making pure music in his ears with each bounce.

“take that shit, mama,” he gritted, thrusts getting deeper, harder. “y’wanna be n-nasty, act like it. show your husband how dumb you get f’me.”

and you did. you lost it.

your moans turned into screams, hand flying to your clit, rubbing frantically as you tilted your head to stare at the way his gleaming cock kept disappearing inside you.

you could see it.

the way your body stretched around his size. the way you shuddered with each pump. you could see his face, too—how he’s biting his bottom lip so good to conceal some of his moans. how his brows are furrowed and cheeks are flushed.

“o-oh fuck, m’gon—hah!—m’cumming—!”

“yeaaah?” toji moaned, cocking his head. “my pretty wife’s close? y-yeah—fuck, make a mess on me, mama.”

and you did. your orgasm hit you like a car crash.

your moans turned feral as you grew desperate to hold onto him. white-hot pressure emitted and the knot in your stomach finally popped! your slick got everywhere as toji fucked you through it.

it wet his shaft, his abdomen, and it wet your thighs and your tummy.

oh, it was a sight to see.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your tongue was out.

it didn’t take toji long before he followed after, nutting deep into your sweet pussy.

his eyes rolled back so hard he swore he was seeing parts of his brain.

a low, deep, groaning moan in your ear as his hips slammed down one last time, twitching inside you. filling you—his sweet wife, soon to be mother of his kids—to the brim.

he coated your walls white with a stupid smirk on his face.

“…yeah,” he muttered, pulling back to look at the cum dripping out your pretty little hole.

“you mine forever, ma.”

and you nodded, sultry eyes chasing his own. you were his in every way he was yours.

i love writing characters w blaccents cuz who gon check me ?? ><

[rhaenicette]

just for you, megumi fushiguro❦

*ੈ✿ ༘. ݁⋆summary— bf!megumi! x blk!gf!reader! megumi, feeling tired and frustrated, returns home once again, overdue his time. his sleep schedule has been disrupted by work again, but when he sees his girlfriend peacefully sleeping in bed, in his shirt, he tries his best to avoid inappropriate thoughts.

݁༊. ݁˖ᝰ.ᐟ warnings— NSFW soft!dom!megs! x blk!reader! cons. somno! corruption kink! cunnilingus(f) soft sex, p in v; corkscrew pos! missionary! mating press! megumi and reader have a size kink! tummy bulge, overstim, and cock warming! 

ོ ࣪₊⁺✺wc+an— 2.7k! js a scenario i wrote on a whim. this was originally a self-ship story but i'm not sure how many ppl care abt self-ships so. also, reader is described in 3rd person; she, her, herself, etc. enjoy! i luv somno!

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"anything you want to do, i am going to try to. boy my body's just for you."-swv.

a deep sigh emitted into the still atmosphere, from megumi's lips. a tired and distressed face as he trailed through his shared room, lightly dropping off of his things off in their designated areas. his restless eyes darted to the clock in the corner of quiet, still room, 3:42am was displayed on the dim screen.

fuckin great.

another sharp breath of frustration exited his nostrils, internalizing that his sleep schedule was once again ruined due to work. megumi's pretty eyes were heavy, a massive ache residing within them. lazily stripping from his clothes, down to his boxers, not bothering to give his aching boner a glance.

he carefully examined his sleeping girlfriend who laid on his side of the bed. if it were anybody else, the action would've made megumi crash out, but seeing her peacefully sleeping, cutely resting on her back, one of her legs straight as the other one was bent upwards towards him.

her arms laid next to her, one of them bent underneath her face as the other one laid on a her stomach. long, pretty, desert scented silk-pressed hair sprawled out behind her as her face was pointing towards megumi's direction. he had no right to be upset when she was tugging all the string in his heart.

using all the stealth he could, knowing she could be the lightest sleeper when she wanted to be, he discreetly laid a few feet away from his pretty girlfriend. megumi tried to stop the lewd thoughts that surfaced in his mind. but it seemed like he that couldn't stop thinking about the one thing that could solve his long suffering night.

this night hadn't been the first night this happened— megumi found himself growing restless for many nights, longing for her. coming home only to be greeting by his sleepy beauty of a woman, usually barely clothed, warm vanilla sugar scented candle still burning, occasionally her stuffed animals squeezed in between herself and the mattress.

or when megumi simply is up tossing and turning, deep breaths of frustration. his hands either tugging at his hair or tightly pressed against her. this night was just like the other ones, except she looked too pretty as that she slept. not to mention, tonight she only one of his old t-shirts to sleep, instead of her normal two-piece pj set. from the looks of it, that's all she seemed to be wearing.

nothing more, nothing less.

thick pieces of her hair covered some her melanin coated face that he adore and love so much. megumi tried to beat against his thoughts that told him to touch her. tried to be the mindful boyfriend he is. but before he knew it his hand was already moving to lightly push at her hair, tucking some strands behind her ear.

subconsciously, she herself herself closer into his warm hold, slightly scooting her body closer to him. small dainty hand twitching beneath him, wanting to move make. as if she sensed he was about to pull away, a hand reached out press against his bare stomach, cold yet gentle fingers tips slightly digging into his skin.

megumi was quick look down, taking his lip in between his teeth at the breath taking sight. she was still deep in slumber, so he knew she wasn't meaning to do this. right? megumi shook his head, fingers dancing against the bareness of her curved hips.

fighting the odds of what he desperately wanted, megumi tried his best to forget about her previous actions, wrapping his arm around her tugging her awfully smaller frame closer his larger one. the quiet atmosphere was broken as a shaky sigh left her slightly parted lips, almost sounding like she'd been holding the breath in for a while.

the small noise sent a shock wave throughout the mans attentive body, and he knew what had to be done. "alright, fuck this." megumi spoke to himself, voice quavering yet resonant. his hands pushing his her thin shirt upwards, exposing her with bare chest and center.

with eyes squinted and a tilted head, he thoroughly scanned the sight of his woman so helpless doing numbers on him. "baby?" megumi deeply grumbled out, his weight shifting in the bed as he bent down to kiss her hip. dipping upwards, his soft lips pressed against her neck, testing to see if she was truly still deep in sleep.

sure enough, he got no reply to his call out, her with body not even moving a muscle. "m'sorry pretty girl, can't help myself." slowly pulling away from her hold megumi's large veiny hands delicately roamed down her body, settling on her tits for now.

his slightly wet lips that were against her neck, trailed down her chest, suctioning around one of her nipple. he sucked on it as if it were his personal pacifier, hands needing at her other perky tit. pulling back to stare at the restless woman, megumi realized that her once sleepy face now looked more like a sex face.

there was no stopping the cocky smile on his face. even in her sleep, his lover still yearned for his touch. sucking her other nipple into his mouth, his thighs pushed opened her thick ones. "fuck– m'sorry.." megumi muttered out again, stealing a gentle kiss from her plump lips.

within seconds, megumi had his dick out, leaking tip that was clearly bruising due to the lack of attention, nestling it way into her dripping center. straightaway, megumi's arms felt weak, hips slightly shaking due to her warm. he pushed up slightly, his lips failing to hold in a shaky moan as his thick tip pushed against her clit.

her back arched against his warm hands pushed the shirt up her back, her soft, plush legs already automatically opening for him. "..look at you." megumi grunted out, those sharp green eyes widening as he pulled back a bit, realizing how wet she truly was. she had to have been dreaming about him, without a doubt.

with a few more love humps against her, he finally brought himself to pull away. now eye-level with her cunt, megumi lightly blew on her wet core, his thumbs pulling her her open. "..nghh.. 'gumi.." she softly whimpered, megumi watching as she reached out to claw at the pillow that laid next to her.

if only she could've seen the crazed smile on his lips. or the twinkle in his eyes at the admiration he had for the woman. for fucks sake, his lover was yearning for him even in her sleep. "m'here angel, right here." megumi hushed back, his mouth closing to gather up some spit.

she kept her eyes closed, megumi leaning back a bit carefully spitting on her clit earning a whiny 'mmmph..' from his sleepy woman. soon after, he took the small bud in between his lips, watching her legs quiver and squirm underneath him. wasting no time, his tongue carefully lapping at her glory.

megumi made sure to let his stare dead on his girlfriend, not wanting to miss anything. her eyebrows and eyes squeezed shut, head slightly tilted upwards as she kept her lips sealed. aw, the frown that was tugging at her two-toned lips even daring to pop out. his delicate fingers grazed her thighs, moving to dip the tips into her core.

finally, her lips parted with a meek sob like cry as her thighs tensed. "guumii..!" she softly moaned to herself, pushing her hips down to grind against him. "mhm, that's it baby." he reassured her, two long, skinny fingers pushing deep inside. he curled them upwards, watching her lips shake as she moaned quietly to herself.

his mouth never faltered, fingers moved faster and faster. her walls tightened around his fingers causing him to groan as he felt his throbbing member start to leak. her soft moans slowly got louder, and with an unexpected waver, she then came on his fingers.

"there you go.." megumi spoke in a hushed tone, words being muffled due to his wet lips pressing against her clit. to be honest, shocked was an understatement — she was still asleep. most of the time when they slept during the night, if megumi moved too much she'd wake up, scold him, then stay awake with him for a few hours until they've reached a state of tiredness.

but right now it's like she wanted to let him have his way. with another loving kiss to her clit, he moved between her legs finally allowing them to close. getting a better look at her, she had a small line of sweat building up at her hairline, eyebrows permanently stuck together in thought, hands squeezing the pillows.

"so so pretty.." megumi lazily grinned, kissing her cheek. his hands held himself up, planting themselves on the sides of her head, hips pushing against her wetness. the noise of their slick was music to his ears. so with a small push forwards, megumi gasped at how tight she felt around his aching tip.

"s-shit baby." megumi moaned against her back, planting a sweet kiss on her back, the curve of her shoulder, then neck. her whines and whimpers didn't go unnoticed, so with small thrusts, he worked his way into her more and more, sighing once his tip pressed against the one spot that made her body jerk.

ppllaap—ppllaap—ppllaap—

with all of his heart, it was taking everything in the man to not ruin the woman beneath him. megumi found his jaw already starting to slack, eyes fluttering shut, head falling forwards just enough so he could lean his forehead against her temple, his soft pants falling on her soft cheek.

"dammit–" his words were cut short, as she involuntary tightened around his member. "y're.. doin' ssuchh a good job." he whispered against the shell of her ear, wet lips grazing her neck as he began to lick at her syrupy skin. megumi quickly found himself getting lost, his breathing starting to become erratic, hips moving on their own, much faster pace.

his fingertips were squeezing the hell out of the poor covers, other hand moving to push her legs closer to her chest, watching her fold like a fortune cookie. holding his hand right behind them, he kept her bent over in that position, pistoling his calculated hips to hit a deeper angle, wanting to be buried in all of her warmth. the ear-ringing still room was now filled with the disgustingly beautiful sounds of the two of them and his erratic groans.

pplap!–pplap!–pplap!–pplap!–pplap!–

"..mn-mngh-ph! ..g-gumi?" she tried to speak, poorly lifting her head. but to no avail, her words were quickly drowned by her uncontrollable moans. "mhm—m'here baby.." megumi replied, eyes opening to get a good glimpse at the beautiful sight that laid before him.

her head that laid to the side now laid facing him, her cat-like eyes big and wide, almost doe like, still filled with sleep. her lips were quivering into the cutest pout, small amounts of drool started to seep from the corners of her lips. the only sparked his fire more.

still inside of her, megumi's hands rushed to split her legs open, placing one on his shoulder, the other on his forearm. within the same motion, him scooted himself closer to her, knees folding into the mattress as he leaned above her so he could hold her close against his burning body.

one of his veiny hands held himself up, the other one held her close by the back of her neck, cradling her to his chest as he pushed deep inside of her, balls snuggly pressed against her other tight hole. megumi couldn't help but press his head on top of hers. based on the fact that she kept instinctively trying to suffocate him. "i..i couldn't—haahhh— ..couldn't help myself."

megumi moaned out almost directly in her ear, another breathy laugh falling from his mouth as her shaky hand mimicked his, holding onto the side of his neck. the poor boy was trying his best not to cum before she did but fuck, it was hard. "i-i'm sorry angel.." he weakly apologized, pulling back a bit to examine his girlfriend, she tiredly smiling when she seen his face.

megumi looked so beautiful with his reddened cheeks and sweat dripping facial structure. somehow through all the midst of her getting her cunt blown out she to fuck herself against him, wanting megumi to cum in the deepest parts of her. "..s'ok–ay.. nnnff'fuck! f..feels s'goood.."

she jerked, her gummy walls starting to tighten around his girth; which was a lot to handle. "thhink m'gunna cummm..." she whimpered, her glossy eyes sneaking down to look at the sticky mess they long before she was awake. she was so wet, her slick was smeared against not only her thighs, but megumi's pelvis and thighs as well. the small pudge of her tummy outlining his hefty dick every time he pushed in her.

the way his frame covered her entire body is what turned her on the most. well, besides the fact that most of his body was pure muscle too. watching him ravish and have his was with her made her brain fuzzy and cunt pulse. it was the sheer size of his long lean yet built frame that made her count stars.

a warm hand came down to rest at the side of her face, thumbs grazing her cheekbone. his soft lips pressed sticky kisses covered with love on her neck, up to her cheek. "i know sweet girl, c'monnn, let me have it." with a feeble cry, her orgasm came crashing down on her once again, like a bag of fucking bricks thrown at her head.

her stomach that was scrunched up was now slightly convulsing, arms and legs shaking, jaw parted stuck in a silent scream, fingertips griping onto megumi as if he were going to melt away. and he loved every last bit of it. "good giirrlll.. always so perfect f'me." megumi reassured her, hips still relentlessly ravishing her insides.

her small fragile cries along with the rut of her hips and tightness of her cunt, megumi wasn't gonna last that much longer. "c-cum inside.." she whispered, eyes glance back up to her mans face. she could see the difference in his eyes, now his hips were chasing a different thing; release.

"y'can cum inside me, gumi, p-please.." she squeaked, wrapping her legs around his waist so he couldn't pull out. "fffuuckkin hell, a-are y-" she nodded, "mhm, pleasee." and with one more, two more, three more thrust, he was unraveling within her. his lips quickly entangled with hers, tongue licking one anothers softly as they moaned into each other.

long quiet yet loud moans pounded through her ear drums, sighing at how full she felt within the moment. the thrusting stopped, yet neither she or megumi decided to reach down to pull him out.

exhaustion was finally settling within megumi's body as he fell flat on her chest, deep breaths leaving his nostrils. now the room was silent again, thick smoke of love and sex in the air. "thank you... i love you." megumi whispered, pecking her neck. "y'welcome baby.. i love you too. g'night." and just like that, the two were fast asleep.

────────── ₊˚ʚ ݁.☘︎ ݁˖˚݁.the next morning

still molded at the waist, relishing the tender moment that they shared over the night, megumi watched as his girlfriend lifted her head from the warm space of his neck, her glowing face towards him. a goofy smile twitching at her lips, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in response.

"y'know.. last night–" she paused, falling into a small giggle-fit due to just waking up and knowing what she was gonna say. "a-at first, i was having a dream that we were here, playing that one dumbass game on the ps5." she continued to laugh throughout her explanation, only causing megumi more confusion.

"a-and then.. it just turned into a wet dream, gumi.. when in reality, it was you!" she finished, teasingly snickering as her cheek warmed. megumi sat there with his cheeks also brightening, tips of his ears too. his pretty eyes looked up for a bit, finding the right words. “tch— it was the only way i'd go to sleep." she snorted, "oh, i know."

©𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘄𝗿𝗹𝗱.

[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ kento nanami’s fav positions <33 thick!black!wife!reader. lowkey a self-insert, reader (and i) have glasses. mean!nanami. size kink go brrrrrr. overstimulation. milf!reader & dilf!nanami are whores for each other <33

he doesn’t often speak about it, or even speak at all about it—but nanami has favourite positions.

of course, he won’t speak nothing of it if nobody asks. but when you do…

he’ll have you folded, flipped, and fucked like you his own personal obsession. because you are. and he shows it.

i. cowgirl; his stress reliever.

after work, he lays back in his slacks and a grey long-sleeve shirt (that was always tight because of his massive pecs and muscles), sleeves rolled, hair messy… just to watch you ride.

you were so thick and beautiful it made absolutely no sense. the way your ass moves, the way your face contorts when you drop down on him?

he moans like it hurts.

“you don’t even k-know what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice low, one hand on your ass and the other trailing up your spine.

he lets you bounce a little—just a little. then grabs your hips and fucks up into you so deep you go slack-jawed.

“shh. h-hush, baby—let me watch you fall apart.”

he talks you through every orgasm. and you both always have more than one.

ii. reverse cowgirl; his obsession.

your ass is fat. so round, thick, and plump. and nanami? he’s devoted. he sits back, arms folded behind his head, dick hard and twitching, just watching that ass drop down.

“go on,” he says, licking his lips. “i’ll let you wear yourself out first.”

he loves the ripples. loves the sound. loves the view. and when you look back at him—eyes glazed, tongue out, drool hangin from your lips?

when you talk him through it? “jus’ like th-that, pa. you always know how t’please m-me—hah!”

he loses composure.

nanami grips your waist and slams you down on him, fast and rough, your ass clapping so loud it echoes off the fucking walls.

“you want this dick? then take it. noo lookin back now.”

and he means that.

iii. backshots; his religion.

nanami puts you on your stomach and spreads you like a prayer. face in the sheets, ass up, legs trembling, lips parted—because you’re already so overstimulated.

but he doesn’t care. not one bit.

he loves it. he lives for it.

“what’s wrong?” he mocks, voice soft, dick heavy against your pussy. “can’t take it?”

he drives his thick and almost monstrous dick in and your whole body jumps. he doesn’t stop. slapping your ass, biting your shoulder, holding your hips as he pounds your sappy cunt into next week.

you’re so weak everywhere, but you find yourself trying to match his strokes, earning a rippling slap! to your ass.

your sweet pussy slurrps! him up with every chance, and he swears you could pull orgasm after orgasm from him.

and when you look back over your shoulder? eyes wet, smirking through the tears?

“o-ooh sh-shit—k-keep lookin’ at me like that,” he mutters. “i’m puttin a—hah!—baby in you tonight.”

and he does. every time. it’s how you ended up with three children already, right?

iv. missionary; his heaven incarnate.

nanami loves it rough. but he loves you more.

your legs on his shoulders, his body pressed to yours, dripping cunny stretched around his monstrous cock. he grinds into you like he’s trying to disappear inside.

and he neeeeeds to see you.

every flutter of your thick lashes. every scream. every time your eyes roll and your tits bounce.

he pulls you onto his dick, watches you melt. you’re both five orgasms in and he’s still not done.

he can’t be done when everytime he pulls out, his cum leaks out your sore pussy. it’s like you’re begging for more (and you are, because you find yourself locking your legs around his waist after every round).

“look at me,” he breathes. “look at me while i f-fuckin’ break you.”

you’re sobbing. he’s moaning. and you cum together, every single time.

and no matter the position, his dick is mean. his moans are high and desperate. his thrusts are messy, deep, and borderline criminal.

nanami’s not just your husband. hes not just the father of your children—he’s your slut—your whore.

and you were his.

who should i dew next? laughs ><

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[rhaenicette]

police officer!rafe's wife is an influencer ♡ !

a/n: kid's names: roman (13) kelilah (5)

"day in my life: father's day edition !"

sound: LOVE - kendrick lamar ft. zacari

"6:15 am - me and the kids got up early to make rafe something special for father's day; sausage, fried eggs, fruit salad, and heart shaped pancakes topped with fresh whipped cream and cut up strawberries."

she's standing in the middle of the kitchen with a tired smile on her face, as roman and kelilah chase each other around the island with whipped cream and flour on their hands

"7am - i woke up rafe and brought him his food, along with the kids bringing their gifts for him."

she films the roman gifting rafe his basket he put together, before kelilah giggled and showed him her messy, (but oh so adorable) drawing of her and rafe)

"10am-12pm - we went to the park for a picnic + water balloon fight, but rafe had to do his morning exercises and drink his nasty protein powder shake 🙄."

rafe chugs the whole thing in one gulp before wiping his mouth with a napkin, and picking up kelilah to head out the door

"5:30-8pm - cleaned up and went out for dinner at rafe's favorite restaurant, and picked up this week's crumbl cookie to try!"

rafe coughs when he tries one, grumbling that saying it's and that "none of yall should be eating that sugar food" meanwhile roman and kelilah are knocked out in the backseat

"9pm - roman took himself up to his room while we finally got kelilah tucked in; (never giving her a full crumbl cookie ever again)"

"10pm - i gave him a full body massage 😏 because he's been saying his body hurts (even though he swears he's fine)"

he's on the bed laid on his back looking grumpy, but eventually relaxes when she reaches a particularly tender spot in his thigh

"12am - sex 😛"

he wraps his arms around her and kisses down her neck "put that shit down already, let me thank you for all you did today" she laughs and tosses her phone on the nightstand

© missmookie est. 2025

idk if i like this

[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ 9:39pm. mirror sex. thick!black!reader. overstimulation. just you n gojo goin rounds after rounds >~<

you don’t even realize how wet you are until your plush thighs start slipping against each other.

it’s the way he’s behind you—towering. damn near blocking the light, white curls falling low over his forehead, those bright blue eyes flickering between your face in the mirror… and the mess you’re making on him below.

his hands’re on your hips, fingers sunk into the dip above your thighs where your ass spreads out all plush and fat.

the mirror bounces your own moans back at you, makes them louder somehow, makes the whole thing dirtier. your face is flushed, gloss smeared from your lips, long braids hanging heavy down your spine—but it’s your ass that’s really the star right now.

thick. round. jiggling with every slow, deep thrust he gives you. like he’s trying to fuck his way through the center of the earth.

“shhhit, you takin’ it sooo good,” he groans, and you feel it before you even hear it—the stretch.

the pressure. the way his cock splits you open, slow like he’s savoring it. it’s long, you swear you feel it up there, kissing something so deep your legs go weak.

and it’s fat, too—so fat your walls don’t even get a chance to breathe. just clenched around him, molded to every thick vein, every pulsing inch.

you see it in the mirror—the shape of him punching up into your belly, a faint bulge blooming right under your navel with every deep stroke. your hand goes there on instinct, pressing down just to feel him more, to show him.

and he fucking loses it.

“fuuuck, baby—look at that. look at you. squeezin’ me like you—hah!—want me stuck in there forever,” he pants, hips stuttering.

he’s obsessed, pupils wide and mouth parted, watching you fall apart for him.

“a-ah, ‘toru, i c-can’t—”

“yes you can, baby. you’re doin’ s—mmh—sooo good, just look at yourself. c’mere. look.”

and you do. you cock your head slightly, and your mouth falls slack. the sluttiest most pornographic moan emits from your lips.

you see the way your thick ass claps back against him, the way your cheeks bounce with each filthy thrust—soft, nasty, obscene.

the mirror catches the wet sounds, too. you could hear every plap! sluurp! plap! every time he bottoms out.

you’re moaning so loud, drool hanging off your bottom lip, just a pretty, wrecked mess.

and gojo? he’s dripping sweat. can’t stop whimpering your name, his chest flush, veins in his arms flexing every time he pulls your hips back onto his girthy dick like he’s not letting you go anywhere.

“g’nna—f-fuck—cum again,” you sob, body arching, and his grin is lazy and smug behind you.

“third time tonight, baby. greedy lil thing.”

but you’re already unraveling. walls fluttering. legs shaking. sweet cunny milking him as your knees buckle and a wet gasp tears from your throat. and he doesn’t stop. he doesn’t even slow down.

gojo just keeps fucking into you, dragging it out, watching you fall apart in the mirror like it’s his personal porno.

“mmh, fuck—m’cumming m’cumming!”

your fourth orgasm hits so hard you claw at the mirror, smearing it with your trembling hands, tears leaking down your cheeks as your pussy spasms around his thick cock.

your tummy’s swollen from how deep and nasty he’s been fucking you, and your thighs won’t even stay open anymore—he has to hold you up.

“gooood fuckin’ girl,” he groans, deep in your ear.

“so fuckin’ perfect like this. tight little pussy, sooo wet for me, so full. think you can cum one more—o-ooh!—time for me, baby? hmm? just one more.”

you can’t answer.

you just nod like a dumb bunny, breath stuttering, ass still clapping softly as he rocks into you slow but deep, dragging every inch out like he owns you.

your glasses are fogged. his thighs are drenched in your slick.

and your poor pussy? fluttering, twitching, so sensitive you’re on the brink of crying—but still pulsing around him like you need more.

and gojo could never deny his sweet girl. so, he gives it to you. all of it. every last inch.

“sh—shit, baby. m’g-gonna cum—inside, right?”

you nod once again, eager to be filled with him. with all of him. “y-yeeesss—“

and when gojo finally cums—deep, long, messy—you feel it gush inside you and spill right back out, dripping down your thighs and staining the floor as he fucks it back in.

and he still doesn’t pull out.

his voice is high-pitched and fucked-out, full of awe, like he just discovered heaven through you.

“baby… you should see how f-fuckin’ wrecked you look.”

and in the mirror? you do.

you see his cum leaking down your thighs. your puffy, swollen lips twitching. his dick still buried deep, still hard. your mouth was slack. your body trembling.

and lord help you…

you still wanna go another round.

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[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ 11:02pm. reverse cowgirl yayyy! thick!black!wife!reader. daddy kink if you squint. reader has glasses & braids. helping relieve your stressed out husband after work <33

nanami was so tense, so fucking drained. work had him twisted up, jaw clenched, brows tight the whole ride home. and you? mm. you’ve been waiting all damn day to help him unwind in one of the special ways only you know how.

he’s sitting on the bed now, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned, chest rising slow. nanami didn’t say a word when you climbed on him—just watched you, real quiet.

his tired eyes dragged over the curve of your hips, the jiggle of your ass as you straddled him backwards, and he let out this low, rough groan that made your tummy flip.

“you gonna take care of me, baby?” voice scratchy and low. his big hands smooth over your waist, squeezing, thumbs dipping into the plush fat there.

you nod, lips parting just a bit. “yes, nana. i got you. jus’ relax.”

and when you sink down on his mean and thick cock, he gasps. his head thrown back, brows furrowed. thighs tense. he grips your hips, knuckles pale. “f-fuck—mm. baby. baby, you f-feel s’fuckin good,” he babbles out, voice already shaky and fucked-out.

your sweet walls stretch so wide around him—he’s girthy, fat, so long you swear you can feel him in your guts.

and you ride slow at first, leaning forward, bouncing with a rhythm that makes your plush ass clap down hard on his thighs. you could hear your pussy sluurp! him up—you swear the sound alone makes him wanna cum deep inside you.

“thaaaat’s it,” he moans, voice tremblin, desperate. “jus’ like that, sweetheart. takin’ m-me s’well. this pussy’s made for me—f-fuck,”

his hand sneaks to your braids, tugging it gently, pulling your head back just to capture the outline of your face.

and you got your mouth open, eyes rollin, heavy breasts bouncing with every move. “you’re doin s-so good f’me,” you pant, reaching back to rest your hand on his thigh. “needed to t-treat you, nana. you work sooo hard…”

you look back at him, bouncing even harder, sloppier, messier on him. the look in your eyes is sultry—speaking everything you couldn’t articulate right now.

“y-you spoil me,” he chokes out, his voice crackin. “fuck—i don’t deserve you. i—mmh—don’t…”

but he does. nanami deserves you—his beautiful and caring wife. you were his in every way he was yours.

so you grind messy, arching your back, and you let him watch his cock disappear in and out of you, all glossy and coated in your slick.

you feel every vein, every pulse of him. his fat tip kissing your cervix has got you seeing stars, clenching tight around him, and he feels it too.

“a-ahh—mmph, this pussy’s perfect,” he gasps. “m’gonna cum, baby—g’nna cum inside you, can i? p-please, lemme fill you up—wanna give you everything, fuck—”

your voice was so sultry, it broke him. “yes, nana. deeeep inside, please?”

you slam back down on him one last time and he shatters, hips jerking, cock throbbing as he fills you full.

long, breathy moans spill out his lips—he’s holding onto you like he’s falling apart. like this the only peace he’s known in weeks.

you smile, turn your head back once again to glance at him over your shoulder, voice all soft and sweet—

“feelin’ better now, daddy?”

and all he can do is nod, eyes glassy, lips parted.

“…so much better.”

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[rhaenicette]

NEED THAT IN MY BONES

[rhaenicette]

nanami loathes work. absolutely hates it. up until a few months ago, his only motivation to wake up at the crack of dawn and drag his ass to work was sweet sweet early retirement. he can't envision himself working a day past his fortieth birthday.

but that was until you had joined the company he worked at. suddenly he finds himself blushing like a virginal schoolboy whenever you're in his vicinity. you're so prim and proper. so put together all the time. he loves the way you slightly furrow your eyebrows when you're confused. the sudden upturn of your lips when you find something amusing and are trying not to laugh. and most of all, he loves how kind you are. you always make an effort to get to know everybody in the office, their likes and dislikes. as soon as you found out that nanami was a bit of a foodaholic, you always shared your lunch with him, asking for his inputs on where to improve.

day by day, he finds himself looking forward to work. god forbid. and by chance if he's got himself pumped up for work, only to find out you took an off that day? his mood instantly sours.

he wants to ask you out, he really does. but he doesn't want to come off as too forward, and he doesn't want to ruin whatever friendly workplace relationship you've got going on with him. so he resigns himself to his bed, jerking off to you every night. imagining your pussy in place of his hand. he thinks you would be especially good at sucking him off, with those plush lips of yours. he imagines the type of underwear you wear, probably those expensive lacy sets. he thinks of pushing your lacy panties to the side as he fucks into you. but all of this is nothing but his imagination. he finishes jerking himself off for the day and feels disgusting about reducing you to nothing but fodder for his sexual fantasies, yet he continues this cycle the next day. and the day after that. maybe one of these days he will man up and ask you out once and for all.

[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ 2:13am. thick!black!reader. cockdrunk!reader. pussydrunk!geto. backshots @ night wooo!

it starts slow. a rainy night, soft thunder, window foggy with the warmth of your shared bedroom. you’re in his sweater—big, thick, charcoal black and frayed at the cuffs. it swallows your curves but somehow still rides up when he pushes you down on the mattress.

geto stares for a second. big hands on your hips, thumbs pressing into the dip of your waist as he watches the way the fabric lifts just enough to expose the softness beneath.

you’re arching without thinking, breath fogging the sheets, your thighs already trembling like you know what’s coming.

“mm—shit,” he exhales, voice low, almost reverent. “you look soooo fuckin’ good in my sweater, baby…”

his voice is soft, sweet, but the way he pushes into you? slow, and so deep, like he’s trying to bully his way into your lungs.

the first thrust has your eyes fluttering open wide, lips parted in a silent gasp as his thick n girthy cock stretches you inch by inch, until you’re stuffed so full you can’t even move.

his dick is thick. mean. long in that dangerous, impossible way, the kind that makes your pussy suck him in tight like it doesn’t wanna let go.

heavy too—like you can feel every twitch, every throb inside your guts when he bottoms out.

and when he pulls back just to slam back in—your body bounces. it really jumps.

the sound of it is filthy. loud, heavy claps echoing off the walls, soaking wet from the way your soaking pussy grips around him like a vice, so wet you’re dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.

“fuckfuckfuck, i missed you—a-and this pussy,” he’s panting already, voice breathless and fraying at the edges, and his rhythm only gets nastier. rougher. “shiiit—feels too fuckin’ good, baby, this shit’s mine. aaalll mine.”

you’re trying to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a moan so broken it don’t even sound human.

face down in the mattress, drool spilling out your mouth, thick lashes wet with tears while your ass ripples with every slap of his hips.

he’s got a hand fisted in your braids now, dragging your face up just enough for your neck to be exposed.

“that’s right, keep cryin’, mama—this what you—mmgh—needed, huh?”

you nod. dumbly. he’s already fucked the words out of you.

your pussy’s fluttering around him, struggling to keep him in, and every time he hits that spot—that one spot—you jolt, nails clawing at the sheets, whimpering—

“don’t stop… please—mmph!—don’t stop, suguru… i—i need it, i need y-you in me, i’m tryna be good, i swearrr,” you’re trying so hard to keep up with him :((

and he laughs, softly, like he knows he’s breaking you.

your soft belly’s bulging a little with the outline of his cock, his balls slapping wetly against your puffy folds, your poor little cunny clenching like it’s tryna milk him for everything he’s worth.

“this pussy know who it belongs to,” he mumbles, fucking you deeper. “knows eeexactly who c-can fuck her like this, huh?”

he’s shaking too now. both of you guys are moaning into the room like shadeless sluts, high-pitched and breathless, no shame at all. just wet, messy, nasty sex—his abdomen pressed to your ass, hands pressing you down into the mattress like he’s trying to fuck you through it.

your thighs are trembling, vision blurry, and all you can do is cry out—

“m’gonna nut, m’gonna nut—suguru m’cumming, pleaaase let me, please—!”

“yeah?” his voice is fucked up now, hips stuttering like he’s losing it too. “cum on it then. cream all over this dick, baby, c’mon—hah!—lemme feel it.”

and when you do? you scream.

back arching, body locking up as your pussy clamps down so tight it almost pushes him out—and he just grabs you harder, slams back in, chasing his own release while you’re still gushing all over him, babbling nonsense—

“m’so full, s-soooo good, can’t stop, fuckfuckfuck i love youuuu!”

and he finishes with a whimper.

nuts deep, cock twitching, stuffing you full of so much cum it leaks out around him in thick, sticky spurts—hot and endless, so much it makes your stomach bulge just the tiniest little bit.

you’re both shaking. broken. laying there in the wet sheets, breath mingling while the rain keeps tapping on the glass.

and he still doesn’t pull out.

just stays there, dick still hard inside your messy, twitching cunt, palm splayed across your lower back—

“you’re not goin’ nowhere.”

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[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ thick!wife!reader. office sex. bitttt of a size & daddy kink. pussydrunk!nanami.

you weren’t even supposed to be in here.

he had paperwork, meetings, deadlines. but you’d walked in all slow, thighs rubbing together, wearing no bra under that yellow sundress that nanami loved. and now you’re sitting pretty on his dick, riding him slow n deep, while nanami’s whole body melts into the leather chair.

“f-fuuuck—baby—wait—wait—too good—”

but you don’t wait. you grind, slow and messy, gummy walls pulsing around his thick cock, and he’s gone. his eyes are half-lidded and glossy, his brows tight, mouth slack as he moans up at you like you hung the fucking moon.

his tie’s all loose, shirt unbuttoned down the chest, and his hands just won’t stop grabbing.

he’s gripping your hips, your ass, up your spine, then down again like he can’t decide where he craves you most.

“shit—mmfuck—ride me, baby,” he slurs, voice cracked and broken. “ride this dick—shhitt,” his eyes go down to where you both are joined and each plap plap plap! makes his eyes widen at both the pleasure and sight.

he whines. you throw your head back, all dizzy and tearing up from how full you feel. “so deep—soooo deep, nani—can’t think, baby—” your brain turns into mush right then and there.

“d-don’t needa think,” he babbles, thrusting up now, desk shaking with every sloppy bounce. “just stay on it. don’t stop, don’t you fuckin stop—gonna cum, gonna cum, mmmgh—”

your legs tremble. he’s throbbing inside you. his girthy dick throbs so much it’s like a second heartbeat, but who can blame him :(( not when his wife looks so good n fuckable, riding him senselessly and being so lost in your world.

“you’re sooo fuckin tight,” he moans, voice all high and desperate. “so warm, baby—i’m in love with this pussy—i’d die in this pussy—”

you’re crying now. you don’t even notice the tears falling down the apples of your cheeks.

gasping and babbling nonsense, not even i english anymore, just “mmfuck—hah! daddy—sooo good, so full—”

he grabs your waist and holds you down as he begins to thrust up like a demon. “take it,” he growls, all breathless and sloppy. “take all this dick—fuckin mine. mine, you hear me?”

you nod, large and heavy chest heaving up n down. “yesyesyes, it’s yours—only yours, daddy—”

and finally, the knot in yours n nanami’s stomach finally breaks. he nuts deep inside, groaning loud, a white-hot heat splashing in both your eyes, and his body locks up under you as he paints your walls with it.

your own orgasm paints a creamy ring around his shaft, sucking n milking him for all he’s got.

you both slump, sweaty, dumb, and trembling from both your orgasms.

his hands never leave your hips.

he just looks up at you, flushed and breathless.

“…can’t believe i married the best girl on earth.”

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[rhaenicette]

solana 𐀔 jjk & aot !

s ╲ her ₉ nineteen ₉ forensic psych student ₉ eren’s 5’2 thick wife >< ₉ persian╲ nigerian ₉ nanami’s braceface girl

mlist. rules. recent(s).

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