synopsis : Y/N Jackson — cast of rhoa - bold, black , flirty, and drama-obsessed, is the wife of Michael Jackson. While the King of Pop stays in the background with those shy smiles the cameras love catching, Y/N dives headfirst into the chaos with NeNe Leakes, Kim Zolciak, Shereé Whitfield, Lisa Wu, and DeShawn Snow. Performative, quick with the shade, and always serving looks, she turns every lunch, shopping trip, and gala into pure mess. Real love, pop royalty, and Atlanta heat.
main cast : y/n jackson & michael jackson
warning(s) : i DO NOT own real housewives of atlanta (obviously) reader is inspired by kelly rowland, drama, cussing, kissing, age gap, MDNI
Episode 1: “Never Say Never… Unless it’s shade”
Episode 2: “Wigs Snatched & Glove Talk”
Episode 3: Chateau Drama & King Cameos
Episode 4: Baby Shower Blowout
Episode 5: Neverland Nights & Atlanta Lights
Episode 6: Flirt, Fight, Forgive?
Episode 7: Tabloid Lies & Protective Wives
Episode 8: Reunion Prep & Shade Rehearsal
Episode 9: Moonwalk Through the Mess
Episode 10: Finale: Crowns & Clapbacks
Reunion Special: “Diamonds, Drama & the King”
- p.s: omg this idea popped into my head outta nowhere! lmk if you want to be on the taglist! I’m so excited!!!
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happy (belated) 420 to my bby plug!eren & all those who celebrate!! here’s a little something bc i miss my honey hehe—wc: 4.1k//cw include: HEAVY GUN KINK!!!, drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, nasty kisses, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, riding, creampie! inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3
it was no secret to anyone that eren was packing in more ways than one.
firstly, there was the third leg that sat heavily between his thick thighs—and then there was moira; a matte black glock 19 that rarely saw the light of day, but was still tucked away somewhere with him at all times.
you don’t know why he gave it such a silly name, and you never bothered to ask because sometimes eren just did shit because he could.
‘i keep it for my safety, and especially yours,” is what he always told you with a sweet kiss to your forehead.
he knew you weren’t into guns . . like, at all, and that’s why he never brought it out around you at the beginning of your relationship.
but then one day, he unfortunately had to whip it out in your presence which was a lot. seeing him pull it out like he was actually gonna use it scared you, but it also shamefully turned you on more than it should’ve. as insane as it sounded, there was just something about him using it in your honor that made your cunt pulse.
and then it was brought out during sex.
the adrenaline rush you got from having his unloaded gun pointed at you had you feeling fucking feral, and don’t even get me started on when he wanted you to point it at him while he was slurping at your pussy.
that was the first time you ever held his glock, and even though it was unloaded, the mere feeling of the cold metal underneath your fingertips had ice running through your veins.
and just now you got that same feeling, only this time, his gun was very much loaded, and ready to be used.
eren has shown you how to use his gun plenty of times for safety reasons, so you knew how to handle it without causing harm to yourself or others, but you’ve never actually held it and felt it out until now.
it was definitely heavier with bullets inside. you couldn’t help but wonder how he walked around so casually with it.
“geez . .” you muttered, french tipped nails tracing along the barrel. it was cold to the touch, bringing goosebumps to your bare skin.
you were supposed to be journaling, and scheduling out the next few weeks in your planner, but curiosity eventually got the best of you.
eren was in the living room, man spreading on the couch with a blunt perched between his tatted fingers while he spoke to his supplier. that kinda stuff bored you, and it was only time eren wouldn’t entertain your antics. paw at his thigh one time, and you’re suddenly met with the scariest death stare of all time, and a deep frown.
the man was very serious about his business.
so while he talked about god knows what with levi, you brought your pretty ass to your shared room, and well . . . here we are.
the thing about your boyfriend, though, is that he has these spidey-like senses that alert him whenever you’re up to no good.
so when it was too quiet in the other room for more than ten minutes, he definitely had some suspicions.
“yeah . . yeah, i gotcha. i can stop by tomorrow night if that’s cool with you. my girl, and i got dinner plans tonight . . mhm. yeah, that’s cool. i’ll see you tomorrow night then . . bye.”
click!
eren tossed his phone aside with a sigh, and looked towards the bedroom, where still not a peep was heard.
thank god you really couldn’t hear for shit, so it was pretty easy for him to sneak up on you, and see what you were up to.
and it was just as he thought—instead of journaling and planning out your week like you said, you were on his side of bed, crouched over like you were hiding something.
he noticed that his bedside drawer was open, and that’s when the dots started to connect. a smirk curled at his full lips.
“whatcha doin’?”
“a-ah?! ren, you dummy, y-you scared me!” you huffed, quickly setting the glock back in the drawer. heat rose to your cheeks, and bells of embarrassment rung back and forth between your ears. “i just wanted to hold it for a second . . i’m sorry.”
eren was quick to shake his head, slipper clad feet slowly making their way over to you. “don’t be sorry, baby. you know i’ve been wantin’ you to get your own, so don’t feel embarrassed for being curious.” he plucked a raw cone that was sitting behind his ear, and brought it to his lips, “you wanna light this f’me?”
you didn’t know what it was was, but there was something so attractive about him smiling down at you with that cone dangled between his pretty lips.
blindly, you searched for a lighter, and luckily found one next to the glock. the metal grazed icily against your skin as your fingers wrapped around the lighter. “of course i do.”
he leant down a bit more, emerald eyes never once leaving yours.
a thick, yellow tinted cloud of smoked escaped past his lips before he inhaled it back in. “thank you, pretty girl,” he hummed, exhaling the smoke just a few inches above your head. “now may i ask why you were messing with moira?”
“i wasn’t messing with nothing, babe, honest! i just wanted to hold it for a minuteee,” you arms slithered around his slim waist, pulling him in closer. “i don’t know how you carry that around with you all the time. it’s so heavy.”
your lips parted in a breathy sigh when he caressed at your jaw, almost like you were waiting for him to do something.
“you get used to it after a while. feels like nothin’ to me now . . and i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her—”
“why do you call it a her? i thought that was just for, like, cars, and boats, and stuff,” you interrupted with a raised brow. “and why moira of all names? is it from the nineteen-hundreds?”
eren just laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling together cutely. “here,” he muttered, placing the raw cone between your parted lips.
“i call her a she because . . i don’t know. it just feels right, and i referred to her as moira as a joke at first, but it kinda just stuck.” he plucked the cone from between your lips, and brought it back up to his own. “as i was saying before—i don’t mind that you wanted to hold her. you already know i been wantin’ you to get one of your own.”
the world was a dangerous place. and during a time when men were on constant power trips, and hurting random, innocent women, eren wanted you to be fully prepared for any, and everything if he wasn’t there.
but you were just not into guns.
you let out a small laugh, nimble fingers making their way up to the drawstrings on his sweats. “the day i get a gun is the day i take your credit card off my apple pay. never gonna happen, baby.”
“so pepper spray, and a pink, bedazzled pocket knife it is, hm?”
his breath hitched only slightly when you tugged lightly at his sweats. “alwayssss,” you grinned, resting your chin on his lower abdomen.
for a moment, you both just stared at one another. the sexual tension was thicker than the tinted smoke eren french inhaled, and with each passing second, you could feel his cock growing harder.
“you know i’d kill for you, right?”
your lashes fluttered, a dopey smile spreading across your lips. “yes, baby. you tell me that at least three times a week.”
“and you know m’serious too . . if anybody ever put you in harms way—i wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“yes, ren. i know.”
“does that scare you?”
he placed the cone between your lips against again, and you shook your head. this made him raise a brow, “not even a little?”
god, you were stroking his ego so bad, and you probably knew it by the way your were looking at him, and talking in that syrupy sweet voice that had his dick twitching.
“no, rennie,” with a final inhale, you were stubbing the bitter tasting weed out, and refocusing your attention on him—specifically the waistband of his sweats. “i think it’s really sweet actually . . that you care so much about me.”
in an instant, eren’s wife beater was pushed up just above the hardened ridges on his abdomen. kiss after kiss from your plush lips littered the entire area, bringing him to a full hard on. “touch it,” you heard him rasp from above.
your tongue poked out, wet and pink, and trailed over the throbbing bulge. the look on his face was priceless. feral with a tinge of shock.
“mm, kiss this instead.”
and then you felt something cold against your temple. a shiver ran down your back, and goosebumps blossomed around the entirety of your body.
the only thing that was almost better than your orgasm face was the look you had right now. scared, but also pathetically needy.
a whimper bubbled in the back of your throat as you pressed a kiss to it, and then another. eventually, you poked your tongue out, but justttt a little bit.
“look at my two favorite girls french kissin’.”
“ugh, ren! don’t be crude!” your lips pushed into a pout making eren laugh harder. he nudged the weapon underneath your chin, forcing you to look up before setting it back inside the drawer.
“heh . . cute.”
when he started bunching up his hair, you knew it was go time—the shirt you were wearing now tossed to the side without a second thought. this left you almost bare, the only article on clothing on you being a pair of baby pink panties.
“you excited for our date tonight?” he asked you, casual as ever like he wasn’t about to give you some serious work. “been waiting to take you there for months.”
as he pulled off his shirt, your doe-like eyes immediately zeroed in on the swirls of ink that covered his arms and chest. his bottoms were next to go.
“y-yeah, i’m really exci—oh!”
before you could even get four words out, eren was pulling you to the edge of the bed by your legs in one, swift tug. “you gonna wear that pretty dress i bought you? the pink one with the lace?”
while he awaited for your response, his fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, pulling them just below the soft mound of your cunt. when you didn’t say anything, his eyes flicked to yours. “well, are you?”
“y-yes, rennie. i am, i promise.”
he let out a hum of approval, and tugged your panties down the rest of the way, exposing your slicked pussy to the cool air.
“i like when you pick out my outfits,” you added, batting your lashes up at him.
his hand instantly wrapped around your throat, applying little to no pressure, meanwhile the other grabbed ahold of his twitching cock. the thick head swiped between your chubby folds once, twice, before slowly pushing in.
“slow, rennie,” you gasped out, trying your absolute best to ease up for him. “k-kiss me?”
“mhmmm.”
then his lips were against yours, the new angle causing him to push more of his dick between the tight confines of your silken walls. he just kissed you like that for a while. all slow n’ nasty until he was able to build up a steady rhythm.
“don’t stop,” you mewled against his lips, parting them more so he was able to slip his tongue into your mouth. it laved over yours, and then he was sucking on it making you whine.
the bun he put his hair in was messy, rushed, and was falling apart within minutes of him fucking you. soon, a curtain of brunette hair covered you both much to his dismay. “ngh, s-stupid hair tie. hold on, baby—”
“just leave it, honey—don’t stop,” you repeated desperately, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. “y-you feel s’good!”
“shit—yeah? you like when i fuck you all sweet?” there was nothing sweet about the way his cock was drilling into you, but it sure did feel like it with the way he was talking you through it. “don’t forget to breathe.”
just as he said that, you released a long breath you didn’t even know you were holding, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “good girl. jus’ keep on breathing, and let rennie fuck you like you deserve.”
you didn’t need to be told twice, your body going completely limp as eren fucked into you harder, deeper. a tatted hand gripped at the back of your knee, and slung it over his waist, the new angle bringing hearts to your eyes.
then eren’s phone started ringing.
and it wasn’t just anyone, it was levi. you could tell by the ringtone because eren has designated ringtones for all his important contacts—you included.
with the sound of skin slapping and heavy pants, you were hoping he wouldn’t hear the familiar sound and stop. this was not the case.
“a-ah, fuck. that’s levi callin’, baby—”
your man let out a noise of confusion when you covered his ears, and pulled him in close, smushing your lips against his. “just ignore ittttt,” you whined into the kiss, only for eren to let out a groan of disapproval.
“if you pull out m’not letting you back in.”
“oh really?” the brunette chuckled. “you better hold on then.”
he swooped you up with ease, apologizing in the form of a kiss to your chin for the sudden movement. his cock was deep and snug inside of you, the thick veins that wrapped around the base now throbbing erratically against your gooey walls.
it felt good, like, really good, but you couldn’t let him know this because he found a loophole out of your threat!
“you’re so, so annoying—i swear you’re the most irritating german man to have ever walked the earth!” you whined into his neck, manicured fingers threading themselves into his tousled hair.
“what—is me being german supposed to be derogatory or sum? da musst du dir schon mehr mühe geben, um meine gefühle zu verletzen, baby,” he chuckled into your ear. with every long stride he took to search for his phone, you could feel everything.
and now you were even more annoyed because you knew you’d have to be quiet for him.
“sei brav,” he muttered, making sure to be extra careful as he settled you both on the couch with you now pretty, and perched in his lap. “makin’ me miss his phone calls n’ shit.”
“we’re supposed to be fucking if you didn’t remember you big brute—a-ah!” you were interrupted by eren’s thumb pushing past your kiss bitten lips, and pressing down roughly on your tongue.
he pressed the phone against his ear, emerald eyes now gone completely dark. ‘ride me,’ was all he said before the other line picked up.
“hey . . yeah, i’m sorry i missed your call. i was just a lil busy . . mhmm . . yeah, everything is fine with her—what’s up?”
the couch creaked underneath you as eren rested his back more into the plush cushions, his thumb still resting heavily on your tongue.
you wanted to be annoyed, you really did . . but he just looked so handsome. especially when his brows pulled together in sensitivity when your hips lifted up, leaving only the tip inside. your hands, soft as rose petals, rested on his broad shoulders, then slowly drifted upwards until you were cupping his jaw.
“definitely get more sativa heavy strands. i noticed the warmer it gets, the more people been buying it . . mhm . . oooo, y-yeah, i’m sure the earthy girls will love that shit,” he snickered into the phone. his teeth caught onto his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the soft muscle of your tongue.
a whimper bubbled in your chest when he suddenly pulled it out, rubbing the excess saliva over the plush of your lips.
everything suddenly felt too hot. you wanted to move faster—you wanted to bring moira back into the mix honestly. but every time your ass clapped against his thighs too hard, or you whined a little too loudly, he was pinching at your nipple, each time harder than the last.
“r-ren,” you whispered, low and desperate. your eyes were glassy, filled with bratty tears because you wanted —needed more. eren was quick to grip your jaw roughly between his tatted fingers, halting your movements completely.
ouuu, you’ve done it now!
eren didn’t let you move an inch, his hand slithering down to wrap around your throat. your cunt clenched wildly around his cock, almost as if you were trying to milk his orgasm from him.
“yo, you mind if i call you back? my girl needs me n’ you know how she can get . . . heh, yeah i know. i’ll call you back in forty.”
you were relieved he was finally off the phone, but you weren’t so crazy about the look on his face. it made you feel small—breakable.
because if anyone was able to mind break you into a puddle of smeared mascara n’ tears, it was eren.
“sorry,” you mumbled, and then his hand tightened around your throat. “s-sorry! m’sorry ren.”
his grip loosened a tad, but not a lot. “you’re so impatient, you know that? can’t even wait—what, five minutes?”
when you shook your head no, he actually smiled. it was an amused one. “what are you thinking about?”
never the one to censor yourself or your feelings, you said, “taking you to bed, n’ riding you.” your lashes fluttered innocently at him while your pussy creamed him with every small movement. “wanna make you finish inside me, rennie.”
his brow twitched, and so did the corner of his lips that adorned an adorable beauty mark on the top one.
ten minutes later . . . .
“yeah, yeah, yeah, y-yes, o-oh my—!”
your lower half spasmed against eren’s as you came with a loud, tearful cry. he laid beneath you with a twisted snarl, and scrunched brows as he tried not to cum along with you—but it was almost impossible with the way your pussy was suffocating his cock.
a thick ring of cream started up around the base and only got frothier and messier the more you fucked him.
“ngh, you like that? ‘like creaming my dick, and makin’ it all messy?” a tatted hand came down on your ass, a loud smacking sound echoing throughout the room. “god, and it’s so loud. you’re gonna make me nut real soon.”
your brain was on overload, a million thoughts racing through it at speeds you didn’t even know were possible.
“can you—can you get it out please? please, ren? ‘wanna feel it on me. you feel how wet it’s makin’ me?”
oh yes. he could feel, hear, and see it.
his hands gripped at the fat of your hips, moving you back and forth, back and forth. “mhm, i feel it, baby. grab her for me?”
before your hand made contact with the weapon, eren mumbled out a low, “go slow, and careful, pretty girl.”
there was a slight shake in your hands when you grabbed the glock, careful not to squeeze anything or bring it over too fast. eren’s warm fingers grazed over yours as he took it from you.
the sound of a click had ice running through your veins. did he just—?
“safety’s off,” he muttered, now holding the icy metal against your lower belly. “better ride me real good, yeah?”
your feet planted into the mattress, teeth clamping harshly on your bottom lip. “i-i will, daddy. you wan’ me to move like this?” your hips moved back forth slowly, the exposed bud of your clit rubbing deliciously over his skin. “or—hah, maybe like this?” his chest felt scorching hot beneath the skin of your hands as you leant forward, now raising and dropping your lower half against his with obnoxiously loud claps.
“am i doing good?”
he circled the gun around your nipple, then carefully pushed it more into your breast. “mm, i’ve seen you do better.” a lie, but he needed to get you amped up. “show me how bad you want it. show rennie how bad you want my nut.”
while you ground your sticky cunt in eren, he held the glock firmly against your temple while his other hand gripped the plush of your ass.
everything was wet and sticky; from your thighs, to the bottom your behind, to eren’s pelvis. each time your hips lifted a lewd fwop! sound could be heard, bringing heat to your cheeks.
but now was not the time to be embarrassed—now was the time to make eren proud. that was the only thing that mattered, and will ever matter.
the minutes were ticking by quickly, and before either of you knew it, twenty more minutes had passed. it wouldn’t be long before levi was calling eren again, because he was just punctual like that. eren respected it, and levi as a whole, so you best believe he’d stop mid-fuck again to answer him.
you needed to make him cum, and fast.
“i-i’m close, daddy. cum with me? please?” you had your best doe eyes on for him, the same ones that he could never resist, and had him melting into a puddle of love and warmth every time. “hah—pleaseeee,” you whined out, bringing a hand up to wrap around the wrist that was holding the glock.
“fuck yeah, i’m close—c’mere, baby,” swiftly, he set the glock aside on the bedside table with a small thud. every nerve in his body was screaming at him to pull you close, and hold your body captive against his warm chest.
so that’s what he did.
while you mouthed at the lipstick print tattoo he had dedicated to you long ago, he cradled the back of your head, uttering nasty praises and promises to bring you closer to your peak.
“gonna . . *huff* gonna cum, daddy. s’gonna be big, i can feel it,” you whined in his neck, every song and word you let out coming out muffled. eren just hummed, and planted his feet more into the bed, his hips pistoning upwards so fast it had you seeing stars and streaks of white. his balls, heavy and full of warm cum to give you, slapped harshly against your ass with every thrust.
“i know, baby, i can feel it. that little pussy wants to cum bad don’t she?” he chuckled into your ear, pink tongue lolling out so he could lick over it.
four bruising thrusts later, and your body was full on trembling as a steady stream of your cum dripped down eren’s shaft, and onto his throbbing balls.
“fff—huck, ren!” you sobbed into his slightly sweaty skin. your brain was completely fried, and it wasn’t until now that you could finally go limp, and let eren use you like the ragdoll you so desperately wanted to be in this moment.
“oouu my fuckin—!” eren growled out, his hands now finding purchase on your ass once more. with ease, he lifted your lower half until only the tip remained inside your tight heat. he was in full control, moving your backside up and down, up and down, until you finally felt the first streak of cum coat your walls. “tighten that pussy up, c‘mon, baby. milk this fuckin’ dick.”
his words had you tightening up out of instinct, giving him exactly what he wanted.
when he lowered you back down, he moaned in bliss at the warmth that greeted him, long lashes fluttering shut.
“hold me,” you whimpered into his shoulder. the shaking you were experiencing from your orgasm seemed to be never ending, and although your boyfriend had both arms lazily slung over your form, you needed more.
and eren knew exactly what you meant without even having to ask, his arms tightening around you until he heard you let out a hum of content.
“you know i was serious about you keeping this in you all night, right? m’gonna get hard against just thinking about it,” you heard him chuckle, his fingers playfully pinching your side.
he could feel the scrunch in your nose, and grinned wider, “what—too nasty for you?”
“just shut up, and answer the phone.”
he raised a thick brow, his smirk only faltering slightly, “but the phone ain’t—”
before he could even finish his sentence here came that same, familiar ringtone that interrupted you not too long ago. this brought a smirk to your lips, “exactly. now answer, and lemme sleep.”
It's nearly nine when Jack walks behind Trinity and Dennis at the hub, peeking at whatever they're looking at on her phone—a post of some trendy commodity that’s gone viral for the month.
He stops in his tracks and chuckles, “Oh, my wife loves those.”
They practically snap their necks to look at him, confused. “Your wife?” Trinity asks, incredulous.
Jack nods toward a vague direction in front of them, and their eyes lead to you, yawning your way through charting at a desk. In the middle of it, you put your head down to sneak a few seconds of shut-eye.
The two slowly turn their heads back to him, with Trinity squinting her eyes at his affectionate gaze to you.
“I thought you guys had only been seeing each other for, like, a month.”
Jack shrugs. “I’m, uh…what do you kids call it? Manifesting.” He pats Dennis’ shoulder. “Finish your charts and go home. It's late.”
He walks away, leaving them more confused than before. They watch him round your desk, kiss your head, and murmur something to you. You sigh and lift your head, visibly a bit lighter.
Trinity gags. “Jesus Christ.”
“Hey, I think it's nice!” Dennis nudges her with his elbow.
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
Synopsis: At your anniversary, Jermajesty surprises you with a relaxing bathtub session…that turns into something more intimate than you expected
WARNINGS: PLEASURE DOM JERMAJESTY!! fingering, dirty talking, messy cunnilingus, PIV, spanking <3, chokehold again guys😮💨 little size kink? tiny bit of mocking, multiple reader orgasms, creampie, aftercare, open ending
Authors note: guys…yall need to ban jermajesty from me, idk what that man does to me, whatever sabrina said ab being wet at the thought of him
as always this is long
This content is NOT AI and it shall NOT be used to train AI, AI could never replicate this level of freaked out behavior
It had been two years since you and Jermajesty started dating, and he had quickly become the highlight of your life, people talk about “honeymoon stage” and how it wears off after a couple months of dating, but truly, every day was better than the last one with him. He was the perfect gentleman and today was no different.
You had told him previously that you didn’t want anything fancy for your anniversary, he already takes you out and spoils you every week, you could’ve spent all day in bed with him and it would’ve been perfect.
But of course in true Jackson fashion, he’ll always spoil his girl, no matter what she says, so he made a delicious dinner at home, as well as planing another surprise for you.
“Jer what are you doing?” you say as he covers your eyes
“Don’t worry about it baby it’s a surprise” he says “no peeking”
“I literally can’t” you giggle putting your hands out in an attempt to guide yourself
“And surprise” he says as he uncovers your eyes, letting you have a look at your bathtub, decorated with candles around the edges, your favorite wine on standby
“Jer” you say bringing your hand to your chest “this is gorgeous, when did you do this?” you look back at him in awe
“I have my secrets baby” he says as he hugs you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder “Wanna loosen up the dress and get in?” he tugs on the thin strings of your dress, you chuckle
“Oh i see, you wanted to get me naked” you turn around wrapping your arms around his neck
He laughs pulling you closer against him “You acting like i don’t get that on the daily” he bites his lip “But yeah i did wanna get you naked”
You laugh, and quickly put your hair into a bun (or a pony, or a claw clip whtvr works best for your hair type <3) you take off your little red dress, your brand new heels, gifted by your boyfriend, your underwear and get in the tub
“Ohhhh it’s hot” you smile cheekily
“I know, and i put in a ton of bubbles for you” he smiles as he takes off his own clothes
“Oh you know me so well” you chuckle and put your hand on your chin as you watch him get naked “I actually love this view” you smirk
“You’re such a perv” he finally gets in the tub, quickly turning to the side table, serving you and himself a glass of wine
“Cheers honey” you say raising the glass slightly
“To us” he smiles softly
“To us” you repeat before leaning in to kiss him and take a sip of wine
The night goes by smoothly, soft music playing from the speakers, stolen kisses, talking about anything, some playful water splashing. But the candlelit setting definitely made the room a lot more intimate, you’re laying your back against Jermajesty’s chest, and as you’re closing your eyes relaxing, you can feel his hand going from around your waist, down your stomach, while his other arm wraps softly around your chest/neck.
“Jer…” you whisper
“mmm?” he hums as he leaves sloppy kisses down the back of your neck and your shoulder making you shiver, his hand now down over your pussy, his index finger rubbing against your clit, as he examines you over your shoulders
“Fuck…” you put your head on Jermajesty’s shoulder
“That’s right ma” he says as two of his fingers now enter your pussy “relax f’ me, this is about you okay?” you feel his hard dick pressing against your back “don’t worry about me, wanna make you feel so good baby”
You suddenly grab Jermajesty’s face and kiss him desperately, moaning into his lips as he fingers you with agonizing pace
“Yeah? Feel good?” he kisses you again “You’re so good to me”
“Sit on the edge baby” he says as he pulls away from your lips, biting his own bottom lip. Like on cue, the second you sat down, he’s sitting up on the tub separating your thighs, glancing at your glistening pussy like he’s hypnotized, brushing his fingers against your folds once again, making you whimper
“Ohhh” he chuckles “so sensitive f’ me girl” without wasting a second more, he takes a long lick at your pussy
“J-Jer” you gasp as your hand flies to his head tangling in his curls, he only pulls you closer by your ass eating you out like a man starved
“mhm cmon girl, give it t’ me” he says as he looks up at you while eating you out, he pulls away for a second and he’s back to fingering you, he smiles up at you breathless
“i could die buried in this pussy and i’ll be happy” he says, you chuckle breathlessly, giving him a playful slap on his cheek “stupid”
He smiles getting right back to eating you out, now also fingering you, giving you a shockwave of pleasure, making you clench around his fingers “fuck Jer i’m close”
“I know baby” he clenches his hands on your hips “give it to me i need it”
Like on cue, you cum, he drinks up all of you as you come off of your high, your body spasms against his face, you try to pull away, but he keeps his head buried in you until he’s satisfied, leaving you breathless
“Turn around ma m’ not done with you yet” he said giving your ass a quick slap as he gets up
“What about you?” you say almost concerned, looking down at his hard twitching dick, it looked like it hurt, he looks at you, taking your face on his hands pulling you for a kiss “Baby don’t you know my favorite thing in the world is putting you first?”
Your eyes soften, even in the mists of pleasure he manages to make you feel like the only woman in the world
“Now would you let me make you feel good” he softly strokes the side of your face, you nod
He kisses you again, slowly this time, he whispers into the kiss “I love you”
“I love you too” you bite your lip turning around, the air turning heavy again, he runs his hands all over your body, from your legs, to your hips, your waist, your breasts
“You gon be a good girl for me right?” you nod, he twistes your nipples on his fingers making you moan loudly “need to hear you say it baby”
“Yes Jer i’ll be good for you p-please” he smirks contently and leaves a kiss on your neck before directing you to put your hands on the edge of the tub
“You ready?” you nod looking back at him
“Fuck yeah you are” he runs the tip of his dick up and down your folds making you whimper “you stay wet and ready f’me hm?” he gives your ass a quick spank, before slamming into your cunt
“F-FU-ck” you almost scream at the sensation, even after two years, you’ve never adjusted to how big he is, but oh it feels so good, the way he fucks into you so desperately, like you’re his to fuck and ruin… you are his to fuck and ruin.
“That’s right baby” he says in between grunts “Goddamn you’re so tight” he chuckles “she’s squeezing me clean today”
You can’t even respond from how hard he’s slamming into you, you can only moan his name over and over. Suddenly, he pulls your back into his chest, his arm going around your neck, you can’t help but smile
“Oh you like that huh?”
“Like how i choke you? how i fuck you so hard you can barely speak?”
“Yes yes yes” you hold onto his hard “F-Feel you so deep Jer”
“Oh yeah?” his free arm goes to your lower stomach, where his dick bulges, he presses over it, sending a big wave of pleasure through your body, making you wetter, if that’s even possible “Feel me there?” he says mockingly “Yeah baby? Feel me so deep inside you you can barely think? such a good slut f’me”
The bathroom is a nasty scene, the way he’s speaking, the way you’re moaning, the way your bodies are slapping together, it can only be described as nasty, but that’s what makes you love it so much
“Oh my god Jer-“ you feel a knot tying in your stomach, he tightened his hold around your neck making you gasp
“Yeah mama?” he slams into you sloppily, feeling his own orgasm forming “Cmon, give it to me” he presses against your lower stomach again “I feel it baby it’s right here, i wan it please” He bites your shoulder “Give it to me”
Your body goes limp against him, thank god he’s holding you, you cum so hard you swear you can feel yourself dripping down your leg; and Jermajesty doesn’t stay behind, he groans as his seed sprouts deep inside you.
He holds you like that for just a second longer, as you guys recover he turns your face to him, kissing you as he pulls out of you and he helps you sit down.
You sit back on the edge of the tub, breathless as Jermajesty drains the water and turns on the overhead shower to hot water
“Cmon” he expends his hands out to you helping you get up “Let’s get us clean”
“But i like you all dirty and sweaty” you pout moving your hands up his arm, he raises an eyebrow “Watch it now” you giggle as he grabs the bath net, covers it in soap and starts washing your body, you sigh relaxing under the hot water
“You’re so good to me Jer”
He looked at you almost offended “Course i am, you’re my girl” a small silence “my future wife” he says taking you aback
“I’m your future wife?” you look at him searching for his eyes, as if trying to find some kind of hoax happening, but you don’t find anything other than his big glossy eyes looking back at you, as truthful as can be
“If you want to be yeah” he suddenly gets shy and chuckles as he now washes your arms
“I do want to be your wife” you say without a second thought, he hums “well that’s settled then” he says “i’ll get back to you on that promise” he finishes washing you and himself up, he helps you get out of the tub, wrapping a warm towel around your body and taking you in his arms to bed.
As you fall asleep soundly, you don’t know this, but Jermajesty had already been ring shopping for a while now, he just needed to hear you say the word. He’s picking up that ring and calling for his sister’s help first thing in the morning tomorrow.
(pt2?👀)
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EEEEKKKK i hope you like this as much as me🩷 i wanted to have an open ending for a potential part 2? maybe a little blurb? you decide
Can you pls write something about jermajesty Jackson!💕
suck it up ❥ jermajesty jackson
PAIRING: jermajesty jackson x player!black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by “Suck It Up” by Monaleo + this edit + this edit as well + in which Jermajesty is one of the men on your roster that you see from time to time to either hang out with or get your rocks off. however, when one of Jermajesty’s exes suddenly reappears in his life to try and get him back by exposing your relationship with him and by dragging your name through the mud, you make it your mission to give her a piece of your mind — and to give Jermajesty a piece of something else just to piss her off further. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE #1: also inspired by “Big Ole Freak” by Megan Thee Stallion (“nobody know, i fuck with him on the low. we never show up together, but i text him when i’m ready to go.”) ✨
AUTHOR’S NOTE #2: can you tell i had a lot of fun writing this? 🤭 LMAOOOOO enjoy!! 💐
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“these bitches be peasants, just address as me as your majesty.” + “you sure that’s your nigga? ‘cause i really can’t tell. not by the way he be calling my cell.” + “and stop calling that nigga phone while we together. he busy, bitch.”
you were never a monogamous type of woman. maybe during your teen years, but as you grew older, you thought the idea of committing to just one man was essentially useless. why let one man lock you down when you could go have fun with as many as you wanted?
that’s exactly how you’ve been spending your time lately — with a phone full of various sexy and incredibly easy men who would drop everything the second you wanted something, no matter what it was that you wanted from them. you were gorgeous in the face, a 10 in your physique, and your sex game was top tier, so who wouldn’t want to run to you as soon as you called?
you’d always tell yourself not to pick favorites in your roster and just continue to use them freely without showing one more attention than the others… but after you met Jermajesty, all of that flew out of the window quicker than you initially wanted it to.
you didn’t get attached to him, nor did you drop the rest of your hoes for him, but you did start to ignore them a bit more than usual and pick Jermajesty over them. it wasn’t intentional at all, but after the first time you slept with him, you started craving him more than you’d usually crave other men on your roster, which honestly freaked you out a little because it had never happened to you before.
you didn’t want to end up catching feelings for him and you didn’t want him catching feelings for you because you knew exactly how that would go, especially since you’ve had to cut off a few of your old hoes in the past for catching feelings. Jermajesty knew what kind of woman you were when he met you, so you hoped he wasn’t the type to try and change who you were — mainly because it wouldn’t work.
things between you, Jermajesty, and your other hoes had been going smoothly lately until… well, until his weird ass ex decided that she wanted him back and completely exposed your relationship with him on her Instagram story today while also simultaneously putting you on blast, causing the blogs to be all over your asses.
it was obvious she either stalked you or had someone else stalk you for her because the photo she shared of you two with her defamation post was from two weeks ago — the first and last time you and Jermajesty went in public together. it was a photo of the two of you hand-in-hand walking into a movie theater together, your faces as visible as day with identical grins.
unfortunately, that was the moment shit started to go downhill. your phone blew up the moment you were posted on blogs holding another man’s hand, your other hoes and your friends texting you all at once to talk about the controversy happening and understand what the hell was happening.
you were struggling to reply to everybody’s overwhelming spew of messages while also plotting to get on Jermajesty’s ex for telling your business, but the moment some of the men on your roster cut you off because of the fake news, it sent you on an incredibly disrespectful rant on your Instagram live in retaliation to her lies earlier today — specifically, an hour ago.
“you too busy watchin’ where my pussy goin’ instead of gettin’ a fuckin’ hobby, you dumb ass bitch,” you scoffed as your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms, glaring at your propped-up phone, “i don’t give a fuck who y’all seen me with and where you saw me with ‘em, i’m single as hell. fuck what the blogs say and fuck whatever she say, she don’t even know me like that!”
“she got all this disrespectful ass shit to say about me just because i’m fuckin’ on her ex— he is not your damn boyfriend!” you exclaimed as your face slightly scrunched up and you laughed bitterly, “shit, as far as i’m concerned, whatever problem you have is with him, not me!”
“then this ho had the nerve to try and call me ‘miss community pussy’… ooh, i swear i almost told her somethin’. bitch, i’m young and real sexy, i can have a roster if i want to, the fuck?” you scoffed lightly as your eyes briefly scanned the comments in your live and you watched the viewer count continue to skyrocket, “talkin’ all kinds of shit about my pussy, but your ex love to bury his face in my shit on a daily basis, so what’s really tea? it’s givinggg that you mad ‘cause your pussy don’t pop like mine, boo.”
“oh!— and another thing! stop fuckin’ sneakin’ pictures of me when i’m out in public, you creepy ass ho, because i can be outside with whoever the fuck i damn well please! shit, i could be with your baby daddy tomorrow night if you got one!” you exclaimed with a snort of amusement as you rested your hands on your hips, “don’t let this social media shit gas your head up and get your ass beat ‘cause i don’t play these types of games with nobody.”
“somebody just commented ‘idk sis, that whole post felt like some cockblocking shit’— because it literally was, bro, i’m tellin’ y’all! this bitch literally made almost all of my other niggas cut me off with this bullshit!” you exclaimed with a dry laugh as you slightly flailed your arms, “like, why are you so worried about me and what i do in my private time?! and why the hell are you so worried about what your ex got goin’ on and who they fuckin’ on now?! y’all, i really don’t think this weird bitch got a job or some shit ‘cause it’s gettin’ real spooky out here…”
before you could continue giving his ex a big piece of your mind that would ultimately end up with your Instagram being either taken down or restricted, you ended up getting a FaceTime from Jermajesty mid-live, which you quickly accepted and ended your live without saying anything else. the minute the call connected, Jermajesty popped up with a slight clench in his jaw and his eyes slightly darker than usual, his expression giving away his feelings of frustration.
the call was shorter than your usual FaceTimes, but the last thing Jermajesty said to you was “don’t post or say nothin’ else to her ass. i’ma be at your house in an hour.” before the call abruptly ended and left you standing in your home in deafening silence.
you were a bit amused by the angry change in his demeanor, honestly finding it sexy that his ex badmouthing you had completely thrown off his mood and made him want to defend your honor, even if the two of you weren’t together.
it didn’t make you any less frustrated though because all of the drama his ex caused over that photo made your roster drop from high to low in the short span of just two hours, only three of them — including Jermajesty — remaining by your side through the ongoing conflict.
luckily for you, that hour you spent alone and off of social media flew by quicker than you expected it to because it led to where you are now: getting up from the couch to answer the front door.
unlocking and pulling the door open, you rested your other hand on your hip as you looked up at Jermajesty, his eyes back to their soft brown the moment he looked at you yet that slight clench in his jaw still remained.
“so what took you an hour to come over here, J?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, your eyes following his movements while you shut and locked the door behind him.
“had to take care of business, mama,” Jermajesty answered casually as he walked towards the living room and you followed behind him, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth from the term of endearment, “made some calls and got all that shit took down.”
your eyebrows almost immediately furrowed and a look of confusion crossed your face as the two of you took a seat on your couch and leaned back into the cushions, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him while his hand splayed across your side.
“you bein’ real vague right now and you know i hate that shit,” you huffed as you instinctively leaned into his touch and turned your head to properly face him, your eyes searching his expression, “c’mon, ‘Majesty, spit it out.”
“i called my ex and made her delete all that shit she posted about us. then i made her get in touch with all them blogs that reposted her stuff and made ‘em delete it, too.” Jermajesty explained, a hint of pride in his voice, as both of your eyebrows slightly raised in pleasant surprise and you grinned widely, earning a soft chuckle from him.
“oooh, you handlin’ business like that?” you teased as your grin smoothly converted into a smirk and you playfully rested your hand against the center of his chest, “okay, big daddy, i see you.”
Jermajesty laughed and lightly shook his head, his curls gently shifting with his movement, as your smirk slightly widened and you slowly caressed his chest with your palm, the motion suggestive yet you played it off as casual.
“stop playin’ with me like i’d let somebody talk shit about you and get away with it,” Jermajesty chuckled softly as he glanced down at your hand and smirked a little before gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his mouth to press kisses against each of your knuckles, “you rubbin’ my chest like you want somethin’, mama.”
“maybe i wanna piss your ex off some more,” you smirked, your voice shifting into a tempting tone, as you watched him kiss your knuckles before shifting your hand in his grasp, cupping his chin in your hand and resting your thumb against his cheek, “give her weird ass more reasons not to like me.”
Jermajesty grinned at the sound of your words, though you could tell that he was on the same page as you by the glint in his pretty brown eyes, and his other hand slightly tightened on your side before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands moving to rest against his shoulders while you shifted your hips to properly straddle him.
“and maybe i wanna piss your other niggas off,” Jermajesty murmured as he gripped your hips and held them securely before leaning forward and pressing kisses along your jawline, “tired of havin’ to share you anyway.”
“sounds like a personal problem to me… damn near all my other niggas cut me off over all this shit anyway,” you chuckled softly as you cradled the back of Jermajesty’s head and let out a faint hum, leaning into his kisses, “you bad for business, J.”
“mm, sounds like a personal problem to me, mama,” Jermajesty muttered against you, using your own words against you, as his thumbs rubbed small circles against your hips, “just means i get more of you to myself. and speaking of problems… i was on your live earlier before i called you.”
“you were?” you asked in amusement, your smile slightly widening, as Jermajesty hummed lowly and gently squeezed your hips in response, earning a soft snort from you, “what’d you think about my rant, boo?”
“i think,” Jermajesty deliberately paused and lowered his head into the crook of your neck as he left open-mouthed kisses against your melanated skin and used one of his hands to grip your chin and slightly tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him while his other hand splayed across your back, “it was real sexy hearin’ you tell everybody about how i ‘love to bury my face’ in that pussy.”
“oh, you got flashbacks from that, huh?” you teased, your voice suddenly softer than before, as Jermajesty smirked a little at the change in your tone and latched around a particularly sensitive part of your neck, gently sucking at it and coaxing a soft moan from you.
“somethin’ like that.” Jermajesty mumbled, softly nipping at your skin, as you inhaled sharply through your nose and slightly nudged his shoulder with your other hand, silently reminding him of your “no hickeys” rule that he was clearly breaking by biting and sucking on you.
“Jermajesty,” his name left your mouth in a breathy warning tone, trying your hardest to sound firm as if he wasn’t practically making out with a sensitive part of your neck, “no hickeys, boy. i told you that from the beginning.”
smirking, Jermajesty slowly pulled away from your neck and raised his head as he looked up at you, his eyes lingering on your lips before flickering up to meet your gaze.
“well, since everybody already thinks we together… might as well claim what’s mine,” Jermajesty taunted playfully as he let go of your chin and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing the faint markings on the side of your neck, “they look good on you, too. might give you some more later on.”
“i swear i’m gon’ hurt you.” you huffed softly, though a small grin crept onto your face, as Jermajesty grinned back at you and you leaned down to him, cupping his jaw in one of your hands before attaching your lips to his.
“i might like it… your threats sounds sexy.”
your back arched up off of the couch and a loud cry of bliss fell from your mouth as your orgasm rocketed through you and onto Jermajesty’s face, his hands firmly gripping your thighs to keep them pulled open while he continued hungrily lapping at your pussy. your fingers wiggled through his curls and a broken whimper fell from your lips as he ate you through your climax, helping the orgasmic shocks subside while you panted heavily underneath him.
“fuck,” you exhaled deeply, your body slowly coming down from its orgasm-induced high, as Jermajesty placed one final kiss against your clit before pulling his head back and looking up at you, a slight smirk on his face while he ran his tongue over his lips, “maybe i needa’ brag about you givin’ me head more often.”
“your other niggas gon’ be mad at you if you do,” Jermajesty smirked, slightly raising his eyebrows, as he let go of your thighs and moved up your body, hovering over you for a moment before leaning down to softly peck your lips, “thought that was somethin’ you wanted to avoid, mama?”
“they already mad now, so it’ll be alright,” you snorted softly, looking up at him, as you leaned up to him and pecked his lips twice in return before lowering your hands to the waistband of his pants, “take these off, baby.”
“take ‘em off for me since you wanna be bossy.” Jermajesty jokingly demanded, earning a soft laugh from you, as he leaned down to you again and kissed you deeply, your lips curling into a small grin against his while you returned the kiss.
as the two of you kissed, your hands worked on undressing his lower half, his hips shifting to help you out until he was completely bare just like you. easing his body on top of yours, his hips naturally slotted between your thighs and his erection pressed against your core, causing you to moan softly into the kiss while his hands returned to your thighs and gripped them to spread you further open.
Jermajesty slowly rolled his hips against your pussy once, allowing you to feel just how hard and girthy he was, and you whimpered quietly at the feeling as your hands cradled the back of his head and the two of you deepened the kiss simultaneously, both of you eager to feel each other closer than you already were.
however, before you could continue any further, the sound of a phone ringing struck through the heated silence in the room and the two of you groaned in unison before pulling away from the kiss and turning your heads towards the coffee table where both of your phones were.
“whose damn phone is that?” you huffed, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands moved down to his forearms and you watched him slightly lean over to the coffee table to look between both of your phones — and by the look on his face, you already had your answer before he even said anything.
“it’s mine,” Jermajesty chuckled, grabbing his phone, as he leaned back into his original position and turned his phone around to show the screen, revealing an unsaved number and the ‘Answer’ or ‘Decline’ buttons underneath the digits, “guess who it is.”
“she can’t take a hint or some shit?” you scoffed, the furrow between your brows slightly deepening, as your eyes flickered between the phone and Jermajesty’s face, “block her or somethin’. she annoyin’ the fuck outta’ me.”
“nah. i know exactly what i’ma do,” Jermajesty’s lips curled up into a smirk — it wasn’t his usual smirk and that alone should’ve alerted you — and he flipped his phone around back to him as he looked at it for a moment before looking down at you, “you trust me?”
you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and searched his face, as if trying to gauge what his intentions were and where his mind was at, “not with that look on your face, J.”
“i’m not gon’ do nothin’ bad. a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is all i need,” Jermajesty answered simply as he slightly tilted his head and trailed his free hand up to your waist, gently squeezing it before caressing it slowly, “do you trust me?”
you looked at him silently for a moment before slowly nodding your head, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, “…yeah, i trust you.”
Jermajesty’s unreadable smirk turned into a full-blown mischievous smile and before you knew it, he had both of your legs thrown over his shoulders and his phone rested near your head, your eyes slightly widening once it started to connect in your head what he was about to do.
answering the call with one hand, Jermajesty purposely put the phone on speaker and slipped his other hand between your legs, his thumb momentarily teasing your clit before his hand shifted to grab ahold of his dick and guide it to your entrance.
“hello?”
“…hey, Jermajesty. um… look, i know i’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry for everything i posted today. i was wrong for that. i was just… really hoping we could talk about getting back togeth—”
as she spoke, Jermajesty’s hips steadily pushed forward until his dick was buried to the hilt, which ultimately coaxed a long high-pitched moan from you since your legs being elevated on his shoulders put him at an advantage to dig deeper inside your walls.
he smirked proudly at the sound and slightly tightened his grip on your waist as his other hand gripped one of your thighs to keep your leg steady on his shoulder and he began thrusting into you at a quick yet deep pace, the sounds of skin-slapping filling the room and most likely echoing through the phone while he continued fucking you like you owed him something.
“ohhh, fuuuuck— nnnngh— baby!” you cried out, your head falling back against the cushions, as your back tried to arch up from the couch but Jermajesty’s grip on your waist kept you pinned down, a loud desperate whine falling from your lips while you clung to his arms, “‘M-Majestyyy!”
“mhm, that’s it, mama. take that dick. keep takin’ it like a good girl f’me,” Jermajesty leaned down to you, essentially folding you in half, and he pressed kisses against your collarbone before inching his head up to rest in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue across your skin and pulling a whimper from your vocals, “you sound so pretty when you moanin’ for me like that, baby. love the way this pussy wettin’ me up.”
you were so far gone that you forgot that the two of you were still on the phone with Jermajesty’s ex since she had went completely silent, but he didn’t, and that’s why he was fucking you like this. he wanted her to hear everything — the way you’d moan with each rock of his hips, the way you’d cry out his name when he went too deep, the sounds of your bodies repeatedly colliding and becoming even slicker, the filthy things he’d say to you while deep inside you, and so much more that would send that poor woman into cardiac arrest.
raising his head from the crook of your neck, Jermajesty let go of your thigh and wrapped his hand around your jaw instead as he tilted your head back down, “look at me, pretty girl.”
your eyes dazedly met his and you blinked rapidly through the pleasurable haze your mind was being shoved through as your hands left his arms and you cradled his face instead, a desperate attempt to ground yourself in the moment while he continued fucking you into the couch cushions as his ex-girlfriend listened.
“talk to me, mama. tell me how i’m makin’ you feel.”
“y-you—ngh!—you makin’ me f-feel soooo good, J!”
“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, beautiful?”
“yes! ooh, fuuuuck— yes, babyyy!”
the moment you felt Jermajesty slightly adjust the angle of his hips and thrust a little harder was the moment you completely shattered underneath him. you gasped loudly and you’d jaw went slack as your mouth hung open and your sounds grew higher in pitch and louder in volume, your noises beginning to punctuate each of his thrusts while your eyes rolled back again and your eyebrows furrowed.
“i found that spot, didn’t i, mama?” Jermajesty smirked cockily, maintaining his angle, as your hands shot to his back and you gripped him tight, profusely nodding your head while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin, “mhm, that’s what i thought. hold onto me, baby, i got you. know i can’t let my pretty girl down.”
your head fell back for a second time and a rough sob of pleasure left your mouth as your legs locked up on his shoulders and your knees started to graze your shoulders with each of his thrusts, earning a very high-pitched whine from you while your stomach muscles began to tighten and your walls started to flutter around his dick.
“i feel you, baby, you cummin’? hm? you cummin’ on this dick f’me?” Jermajesty cooed, smirking a little, as he watched your body slightly jerk underneath his weight and took notice of the change in your vocals, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
“ughhh, yes!” you cried out, your voice wavering, as you quickly nodded your head and your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs beginning to tremble before your orgasm suddenly crashed down on you, “ohhhh, my fuuuuck— Jermajesty!”
as Jermajesty continued fucking you through your climax, both of you were unaware of the fact that his ex had hung up the phone before he asked you to tell him how you were feeling — but it’s not like either of you would’ve actually cared if you had known.
she should’ve known better than to call his phone while he was with you anyway.
# str8 mistreat it up ! cameron ‘the cannon’ cade ::
featuring. ▷ ⛐ ᩙᮬ twee-cutie creed sister!black fem reader x underground + professional boxer!cameron cade & childhood intimidator ﾒ
warnings. nsfw. explicit language below! smut with zero plot. brief mentions of blood. rough!mean!asshole cameron cade. unprotected banging! semi-public [locker-room]! manhandling. pussydrunk cam. indications of cheating. squirting. slight choking. cam’s soooo big! standing position! cervix-kissing. multiple orgasms. eventual creampie. ++ lowercase intended! pinterest links included! emdashes!
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ if someone asked the cannon: ‘cameron, is there anything better than boxing?’, he would have knocked them clean out and spit over their withering body. because how dare they? how dare they even assume there be an answer? the question had not once, in his entire six-year professional career, even occurred to him. boxing was the absolute core of his identity, down to the most microscopic parts of his being . . .
just ten minutes ago, his boxing mitts and robe were the largest gift. his world began and ended in the squared circle; twenty-three feet by twenty-three feet, sixteen ropes parallel, four fucking posts . . .
but he’s found a new love. a love that’s been in his life far longer than boxing. a love that’s always stared up at him with goggly eyes set behind massive lenses and chunky, dorky frames. a love he’ll curse himself for rejecting and swatting off, like one pesky mosquito. a love he never saw himself indulging; frequently assuring his closest brother — who was presently demoted to stupid-fucking-opponent — that he would never make any advancements, “wouldn’t touch that girl wit’a ten foot pole. trus’me.”
and almost ten years later, he is touching. touching all over. and licking and biting and kissing and grunting and moaning and trying his very best to calm it. he hasn’t had a hard-on this severe since the night he lost his virginity. those light-green eyes were watery, and very blood hot, but cameron ‘the cannon’ cade would have sworn on a stack of bibles that they were also the eyes of a sober man . . . of a man who only had his fiancée on his mind. he looks to his opponent’s sister and desperately wants to see his fiancée . . . but his brain won’t let him. she didn’t feel like this- and she damn sure didn’t smell like this either.
there’s a different sort of sweetness in the air. a homey, secure smell. a smell that when his eyes flutter shut from pleasure, his pussy-drunk brain presents a paradise his younger-self would hurl at. somehow, this smell completely overpowered the unpleasant stench of him . . . totally shocking, given the sweat hanging at his hairline, behind his steaming neck, along his tensed arms and hands (still wrapped in reddened bandages), between his straining fat thighs, and the dried blood below his nostrils and at his busted lips . . . the cannon feels stupefied.
another girly, futile whine spills and his weighty cock is twitching. it burns having to go soooo slow, but he doesn’t want to cause pain. not any more than what he was already inflicting on such a precious body. and he wasn’t even all the way in, just barely a full quarter. every-time cameron pulled back, stopping before his plump, glossy tip — deep pink in shade — could plop out . . . he’d push back to feed more of his delicious cock in— “‘s t-too m-mucch- “
shit- what a voice. “it’s not- stop sayin’ that shit.” but there wasn’t much else to do. cameron was holding both arms back, using one large hand as a makeshift-cuff. “wish i had a camera . . . let you hear how fuckin’ ungrateful you sound.” because yeah, most girls would kill to be in this position: pressed against a chilly locker with their flowery top bunched at the waist, polka-dot skirt hiked and few-of-a-kind undershorts torn through. “no more runnin’. jus’ let’me fuck you open- c’mon . . . trus’me.”
and if you weren’t so absolutely smitten by cameron cade . . . you would’ve stopped this right here. he was going against about five of your ‘non-negotiable’ boundaries during sexy-time. “you trust me, righ’?” with that free hand of his, he snakes around your waist and clamps his palm over your shivering abdomen, that dangling jewellery marking your brown skin. “i’ll make us feel good- i promise.”
“i promise,” he whispers against your neck, “i’ve got’chu.” and kisses and nibbles and licks. “know you’wanna make this dick nut- “ cameron dropped your hands and swooped around, collecting one soft boob. he squeezed and tweaked at your nipple, slowly wiggling his hefty hips, digging that huge cock a little further. there was a hole to be pierced and molded; to the shape of him. “no more cryin’ . . . le’me do ‘t all, yeaah . . .”
your face, all flush and livid pallor, blazed . . . glittery lips drawn back from your teeth in a mini pout . . . is enough to make the cannon explode. cameron bends in, hot breath fanning over your parted lips, “i’m gon’a nut insid’a you, ‘kay?” more of a declaration than a warning. a sure-thing. almost guaranteed. nothing would stop him from cumming in your tummy, not even you.
he’s in. “ooooh . . .” all the way. “shit.” you’re shuddering wrackingly, legs feeling rubbery and unreliable. “. . . doesn’t that feel soooo much better?” cameron pecks the salty patches of your cheek. “say it- tell me ‘t’s my dick makin’ this sloppy pussy feel good . . .” cameron pleads through aggressive munches.
after so long, yeah, it had been him. finally. your college-self wouldn’t believe this to be true. the boy you had a gigantic crush on throughout your child, pre-teen, and teen years? wanting to make you feel good? you? the girl cameron cade pinched and tripped and plucked and shoved and teased and mocked . . . currently being forced to take the entirety of his curvy cock.
thwack thwack thwack! seemingly, all those years of unnecessary mistreatment has . . . gone out the window. faded out into nothing. to darkness with each thwack thwack thwack. how could you still be upset when this was the outcome? frankly, you’d experience it all over again if it meant having cameron cade’s dick so far up your pussy — it was a miracle to be so incredibly lengthy and girthy and know just how to use it . . . shining pearls of wetness bubble over his happy trail and pubes.
shlap shlap shlap! “you-you’re being . . . so . . . rough!” huffing, puffing. and cameron doesn’t take that as a cry to stop. he doesn’t even ease up. again, your arm swings back to try and stop his mean ramming, but he just forces you away — changing his mind, cameron clutched a hand around your bicep, which made fucking you that much smoother.
“nuh-uh. stay here,” he chokes out, “you got it. you got it. you got it.” cameron’s voice significantly pitches and he’s so into it that he doesn’t even realize that you’re squirming . . . yet splashing and dribbling juices over your pretty, velvety ballet flats.
with the other hand, he lets go of your wobbly hip and grips the front of your neck, snatching you into his torso— “ahhn-gh~!” —so beefy. and so insanely sweaty.
plapplapplap! plap . . . plap . . . plap . . . cameron’s slowing down just so he could pant mumble in your ear, rude and annoyingly, “anyone fuckin’ this at home? hmm? who better? me or him? say th’ truth” he’s such a boy. you swallow thickly despite having an awfully dry throat, voice all raspy and strained for the very obvious reason: “nno,” you hiccuped.
cameron hums and leans his head in. like he didn’t hear you the first time. “no h-him.” and cameron feels butterflies. for a reason he can’t yet pinpoint. with a sly smile, “yea’?” well . . . this just got far more intimate. you’re nodding against him, cunt leaking a bunch more — even with sluggish, mindful plunges, he was still so deep. so so deep. sooooo deep. he didn’t have to try. he just was. that. big. and fat. for no reason at all. small amounts of slippery arousal that oozed from his tip painted your cervix.
“mggh~!” and his pace has quickened. the cannon could practically taste his oncoming load. cameron drawls, “ohhhh fucccccck,” listening to the way your gooey pussy peels away from his soaked thighs; a slich slich slich! clicky noise as he sinks back into your ribbed, silken walls. his eyes snap shut and both of his hot hands grab onto your shoulders.
with unbelievable power, cameron is banging you backbackback onto his cock. “fnh-hnnnh! cam- fucc-ah!!” and he continues to grunt out curses, knees starting to buckle. the way your pussy slurps him in, ass clapping at his pelvis, you’re short-circuiting: tearing and drooling and squirting a-fucking-gain. he keeps at it; taking you upupup to that orgasm cliff and harshly bringing you back down.
“‘m bouta busss~” cameron chortles, tugging and slamming you back and forth, just jackhammering without a single care in the world. filthy words leave his mouth, ones he could never imagine saying to you if he weren't so gone and not so damn pussy whipped. “mmm-righ’there. uurrgh!” his chest’s ballooning and you could feel how fast his heart’s beating from his palms, how careless he’s becoming from his strenuous efforts.
tongue lolled out like some stupid doll, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before. ever. and after this evening, would you ever get this back? this dick? probably not. a new bar’s been impossibly set. cameron’s ruined everything for the next man —
GASP. there’s an explosion: “hnnht!” and another sticky spurt: “hnht!” and another splash: “fuck!” syrupy ribbons of sweltry white seed trickles from your walls. to cameron, it feels like the winds been knocked right outta him. and you . . . you are suffocating. roasting from the inside out. he keeps his arms around you, worried he may collapse.
adonis is going to kill you. cameron first.
𓈒 ˙ ꪆৎ hello. it is currently 4:40am edt (the birds are chirping) and this took approximately 2days. i have genuinely been busy with my summer career class, job, & trying to make time for personal relationships. i do get creative writing ideas often, but i’ve been lacking the brain power to push forward. i have NAAWT dropped from the ‘tyriq withers’ wagon. i’m still at the party literally. + wondering what else i could share with this univerrssseeee!!!!!
The apartment door barely latched before Sukuna shoved you face-down over the back of the couch, yanking your dress up, spreading your slick with his cock, his precum mixing yours as he thrusted into you.
“Shit—Kuna—slow down—” you gasped, but he only laughed and fucked you harder, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the quiet living room.
Down the hall, Toji’s eyes snapped open in the darkness of his room. The rhythmic thump thump thump of the couch against the wall is what’d woken him.
Your next moan was shamelessly loud as Toji’s door creaked open. He stood in the doorway, shirtless, massive bulge straining his gray sweats, “Woke me up with this sloppy shit,” he rumbled.
His eyes raking over your bouncing tits and the way Sukuna’s thick cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
Sukuna slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop, grinding deep while looking over at his roommate. “Took you long enough, Fushiguro. She’s making too much noise anyway. Come shut her up.”
Toji didn’t hesitate, shoving his sweats down, letting his heavy, veiny cock spring free. You barely had time to whimper before he was gripping your hair and feeding his length past your lips, stretching your mouth wide.
“Fuck… that’s it,” Toji groaned, eyes rolling back as your tongue swirled around him.
They found their rhythm fast, Sukuna pounding your pussy while Toji fucked your throat, their hands roaming your body. You came hard with a muffled scream around Toji’s cock, pussy clenching and gushing around Sukuna. Both men groaned at the feeling.
The gluck-gluck-gluck mixing with the constant schlick-schlick of Sukuna destroying your pussy. You moaned desperately around Toji’s length, tears streaming as you came hard. Your pussy spasmed violently, squirting around Sukuna’s cock.
Sukuna followed instantly, pumping rope after rope of hot seed into your pulsing cunt until it leaked down your thighs. Toji came last, thrusting himself deep down your throat flooding your mouth with thick cum.
Toji pulled out of your mouth as he wiped the mess across your cheek, smirking down at your tear-streaked, fucked-out face. “Swallowed most of it like a good girl.”
You barely caught your breath before Sukuna yanked you up by the hair, spinning you around and shoving you onto your back on the couch.
Toji moved in immediately, grabbing your ankles and folding you in half, knees pressed to your shoulders in a mean mating press. “Fuck—wait—” you whimpered, still twitching from the last orgasm.
He grinned down at you, that scarred lip curling as the fat head of his cock nudged your swollen folds, pushing Sukuna’s seed back inside you.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll go slow on this pretty pussy.” Toji growled, he sank in with his thick cock and fuck, he was even bigger than Kuna. You moaned loudly as Sukuna caught the look on your face, he was determined to get an answer, “Who’s bigger, Ji or me?”
a/n: I think Toji’s bigger but that’s j cus he’s sittin right here next to me
