Zo

19 jus here 4 SHMUT fics🫶🏽

[msbratzdoll]

creepin’ lookin’ thirsty

in which onyankopon is your side nigga, but he desperately wants to be your main.

he told himself he wasn’t gonna get attached, but he did, accidentally. it’s just the way you spoke, your attitude, the way your hips moved as you walked like you were the baddest bitch ever. you were fucking mesmerizing and you knew it.

you paid him no attention, you just used him for some occasionally head and shopping. you had more and better niggas on your roster, ony wasn’t one of them. but you know he was desperate for you, so you used it against him. he tries to act so nonchalant and not about your bullshit but he folds anytime you mention something about him being able to fuck you.

it was 2am, freezing cold. ony texted your phone. DING! DING!

im os, hurry up it’s freezing.

two mins nd im leaving bruh, i look like im creepin lookin thirsty asf

you were just done facetiming your main, then rolled your eyes once you opened the messages.

k im comin

you opened the door for him with the most unamused face. “hey.” he said, staring at you. “hey,” you sighed. “i came all this way to see you and you just have a fucking bored face.” his brows furrowed his voice more stern. “do i bore you y/n?” he asked, sounding somewhat defeated. “no—” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and raising a brow. “ony, why are you acting like this?” you questioned.

“cause i know you talkin’ to all these lame niggas, y/n. why am i even here in the first place? just to know im in—” he thought what?—third place?!” he finalized. “it’s not fair.” he slightly pouted. “why won’t you just.. treat me like how i treat you. or..” he came inside slowly, getting closer to you who was standing in the doorway. “treat me like im him, just for tonight.” his hands on your waist gently, kissing on your jaw.

every thrust felt like ony was making straight love to you. “ony— fuck! hah..” you moaned, his thick hand gripped your cheeks, moving it so you can face yourself in the mirror. “yeah? see yourself? fuckin’ this pussy so good while you give it away to those fucking lames.” you couldn’t speak, your stomach churned with how deep he was. every few thrust they got deeper and hard, making you whine and groan. he ducked his head down, his lips by your ear. “you look so perfect, my princess.” he whispered.

“so beautiful when it’s just me fucking allat attitude out of you. you need a real nigga,” he kissed your ear, making your pussy flutter for a moment. “a. real. fucking. one.” he slapped your cheek harshly before gripping it again, you started to drool down his hand. “aint that right, princess?” he stared at you, looking all pathetic and slutty. “hah.. ha.” your words muffled, your mind melting with pleasure.

he for sure was gonna get ranked up.

a/n: do yall get the reference. issa teezo touchdown song ts has been stuck in my head for two weeks straight, got more ony fics in the making this is a lil sum.. pls request some jjba im itching to write I just dk what to write

[pawvv]

Gojo fucking loves when you dominate him.

He’d die before admitting it to anyone else, but with you? He doesn’t even try to hide it. The second you tie his wrists behind his back with his own blindfold, his pants are ready to burst. Right now he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing a little too fast. His cock is standing up thick and flushed, leaking all over his stomach. Well, no wonder, he’s been edged for hours.

You’re straddling his thigh, one hand slowly jerking him off while the other is tangled in his messy white hair. You kiss him deep, mixing your spit with his. And every time he moans into your mouth you squeeze his needy cock a little tighter.

“S-shit.. baby.” he gasps against your lips. Gojo tries to thrust up into your fist but the way his arms are tied behind him makes it hard. He just ends up twitching helplessly. You smirk and stroke him faster, thumb swirling over his leaking tip, spreading the mess around. The wet, filthy sound of your hand pumping his slick cock is loud in the quiet room.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmur, biting his bottom lip. “Look at you.. legs spread and leaking everywhere like a slut.”

Gojo lets out a shaky laugh that turns into a groan when you twist your wrist just right.

“Only for you,” he breathes, trying to sound in control of the situation but failing miserably. His hips jerk again. “Fuck… your hand feels too good.”

You keep making out with him messily, while you jerk him off nice and tight. Long strokes from base to tip, then quick, nasty ones focused on the head. Gojo’s thighs start trembling under you. His breathing is fucked up, little whimpers slipping out between kisses. You pull back just enough to watch his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen. God, he's beautiful.

“Gonna cum already?” you tease, speeding up your hand. Gojo bites his lip, trying to hold it together, but his cock is throbbing hard in your grip.

“Don’t stop- fuck.. please don’t stop,” he whines, forehead pressed to yours. The cocky bastard is actually begging now.

You kiss him again, swallowing every sound as you stroke him faster. Gojo’s whole body suddenly goes rigid. His abs flex hard and he lets out this desperate moan right into your mouth.

He squirts.

Hard.

Clear fluid shoots out of his cock in messy, pulsing jets, splashing all over your hand, his own chest and your thigh. It just keeps coming while you keep jerking him through it, milking every drop. Gojo is shaking, moaning like he’s losing his mind, hips jerking uncontrollably as he makes a complete mess.

You don’t stop until he’s twitching and oversensitive, whimpering softly against your lips.

When you finally slow down, he’s panting, face buried in your neck, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

“Fuck…” he rasps, voice hoarse. A weak, breathless laugh escapes him. “I made such a fucking mess.”

You kiss the side of his head, still slowly stroking his spent cock.

“Yeah, you did,” you whisper. “And we’re not even done yet.”

Gojo shivers, but there’s a lazy, satisfied grin on his face when he looks up at you.

“Haah... I like the sound of that.”

[bunnyuser]

Eren fingering you with a vibrator to your clit!

─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ black reader, slight overstim, squirting

“Ohhhmygod fuuuck!” a loud moan erupted from the depths of your throat. Your shaky hands began to lose its grip on the pink rose toy that was currently suctioning on your clit. A sharp sting met your thighs, your thighs jerking as Eren’s hands caressed the spot he just slapped. “Pick it up or else I’m tying you down.” He whispered gently in your ear but you can hear the cruelness in his voice. Nonetheless, your shaky hands pushed the toy back onto your throbbing clit.

When you arched your body from his back his gaze went over your whole body—the drool seeping from your plump lips, the way those big, wide eyes were closed in pressure and the way your dark skin glistened in sweat. You were captivating, his pretty dumb baby. Thick fingers gently pried your chubby lips apart prompting a shaky whimper to leave your mouth.

He looked down at your messy hole, mesmerized with the way your juices soaked your body and the sheets. The pads of his fingers curled endlessly up into that spongy spot. A chuckle left his lips at the way you kept letting out mindless babbles.

“Gonna cum again baby?” He asked knowing you can’t answer, amused by the way your thigh kept shaking.

“C-can’t—shit! I can’t!” It was too much, almost painful. Those thick fingers of his digging into your pussy and dragging out those obscene squelching sounds, the toy continuously sucking on your little clit, Eren’s tongue licking and sucking all over your neck. An ugly moan forced its way out of you as you came again, your eyes rolling so hard you might have to close them.

A large stream of wetness squirted out your cunt, soaking your inner thighs and Eren’s pants. His fingers only curled harder into you to the point where you practically flopped on your side with your thighs squeezing my him tightly.

He looked down at your panting body, taking all of it in. “Did you enjoy yourself?” His dripping fingers finally pulled out.

“F-fuck you.” You spat out, only for you to jump when you felt the toy turn on again.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ — highly sucks but whatever

[shawtuzi]

MORNING DEW (DONK) FT. EREN YEAGER

summary: it’s the morning after the grammys, and after a night of restless lovemaking, you decide to continue your antics before the sun even fully rises.

cw include: black fem!reader, musician!eren, musician!reader, some messy kisses, morning sex, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, dirty talk, praise n’ some real sweet talking, rennie gets a little emotional, creampie, brief aftercare// wc: 4.5k

a/n: i’m a few days late w/ this but i very much enjoyed writing itttt—i missed my rennie baby so so much hehe!! the shibari sugu fic will be dropping after this, idk when, but it’s coming fs bc i didn’t write 26k words so far for nothin!!

ᥫ᭡ you know the sun rise for you, give me that mornin’ dew . . . ᥫ᭡

never in a million years did you think you’d be here. here—in a hotel suite, tangled up in five hundred thread count sheets with your former ex, now current boyfriend again, eren.

he was soundly asleep, defined chest rising and falling slowly as his eyes moved rapidly behind the lids. he must’ve been dreaming.

you’d been watching him sleep for lord knows how long. you were once watching him in the dark, mostly listening to his even breaths, but sky slowly got brighter, giving you a better view of him. your chin rested on your knee as you took in his exhausted form, and then your mind eventually drifted to the night before . . .

sunday night—the night of the grammys.

an important night for you and eren given that you both dropped albums, followed by a couple extra projects a year prior. coincidentally, they were set for release within days of each other—his dropping only five days after yours.

it didn’t bother you in the slightest. whether it was intentional or not, you paid little to no mind to it since you didn’t want anything to do with your ex and his music. all you wanted to focus on was you.

this was your self-titled. the album that would define you to everyone in the industry and the world. no man was going to steal that shine.

but thankfully, those were not eren’s intentions. it was an error made by his team.

and he was able to explain this all to you and more when you surprisingly made an appearance to his release party. he invited you, hesitantly, to be friendly— not expecting to see you there all dolled up. the vintage dolce & gabbana you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly that night.

now you plan it to wear it to all your future anniversary dates.

a low hum momentarily broke you out of your thoughts, your gaze focusing on eren, who was quietly stirring in his sleep. his thick brows scrunched together, a pout forming on his raw, kiss bitten lips. seconds later, his features rested, low snores filling the quiet space once again.

he was so cute.

you missed him, you really did—but you were glad he was different now after being apart for almost three years.

the eren you knew before was sweet and doting when he wanted to be, yes. but he wasn’t very good at prioritizing things . . . or revealing his emotions . . . or apologizing without some kind of expensive gift to sway your feelings. he was slowly losing himself. things that were intertwined perfectly between the two of you began to unwind and wilt away.

for these reasons, you ended things. and it wasn’t pretty.

eren was heartbroken. i’m talking falling to his knees with his tear stained face buried in your skirt. you’ll never forget the way his hands splayed over your lower back, pulling you closer n’ closer so you wouldn’t leave. or the way his voice cracked when he tried to explain why he just wasn’t being a good boyfriend. he asked—pleaded to know what he could do to fix it, what he could give you to fix it.

but it was too late for poor rennie. you were already too far gone and confident in your decision.

he eventually let you leave without any kind of fight, and after sitting outside his house for a good forty five minutes, you left.

eren wasn’t afraid to spill his broken heart and frustration into his music, andit did numbers of course. but it also had fans talking. things were escalated even further when they noticed eren was completely wiped from your social media. people were devastated to hear that their favorite couple were broken up to say the least.

you didn’t say much about the breakup at all besides for one interview where you simply said, ‘sometimes people just outgrow each other.’

it was already hard enough dealing with it on your own—the last thing you wanted to do was do a deep dive of your failed relationship with some stranger who was getting paid to milk the story out of you.

but you did drop little hints every now and again in your music about your healing heart and the relationship you mourned.

after a few months things went back to normal in your world, but eren still lingered in the form of flowers. birthdays, holidays, whenever you won an award—you were always gifted with an expensive bouquet, along with a handwritten note.

he was actually able to secure himself a dinner with you with flowers. a luxury bouquet of peonies and roses with a card congratulating you for your self titled going number one, along with a dinner invitation to celebrate you and your craft.

he wasn’t a sore loser about coming up second. he was excited for you. proud of you. he knew how much your music meant to you, and after listening three different times to all thirteen tracks, eren could feel everything you put into it.

“are you watching me sleep?”

the sound of eren’s raspy, morning voice broke you out of your thoughts for the umpteenth time that morning. a smile spread across your lips, “maybe.”

“ . . . weirdo. c’mere.”

the sheets ruffled beneath you as you crawled over to him. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you made a small noise, the ache in your thighs that you were feeling earlier returning.

“my phones been goin’ off all morning. i’d say our first public appearance reunited went great,” you mumbled into his chest. his skin was scorching beneath your lips, and the faint smell of his cologne still lingering after hours of sexcapades.

eren squeezed at your side, his fingers aligning with the bruising marks he left only a few hours prior. “i didn’t think you’d care about that shit. we looked happy . . in love . . i couldn’t imagine it going any other way.”

“i don’t care about that shit . . . but it is nice to know that people are happy to see us together again.” you were looking up at him now with bright eyes and smudged liner. his hair caught your attention, all prettily splayed across the fluffy pillow. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss those soft, dark brown locs.

you had a bit of an obsession with them. always running your fingers through them while he played on his game system or wrote music. tugging on them whenever he annoyed you or was acting like an ass—not only was the reaction cute from his nose scrunching up, but he got the message to not fuck with you.

a sliver of sunlight finally came through the window, catching your attention and his.

“god, why are you up so early? didn’t i put you back to sleep around three?” your man groaned, scratching tiredly at his head. his brows raised only slightly when you pressed a kiss to his pec once. twice.

he was still bare, obviously, and as were you. after having sex for the first time in years after the award show, you both couldn’t keep your hands off one another afterwards so going commando was the only suitable option.

yep, thats right. even when reunited for almost a year, the two of you didn’t have sex until last night. for you and the age you were at, sex was feeling very sacred and intimate—and given your past with rennie, you were very much on the hesitant side when it came to having him indulge in your body like that once more.

you thought it might irk him, make him pull away from lack of intimacy in that area. but like it was stated before, rennie was different a man. he was twenty six, going on twenty seven in just a month. his frontal lobe had fully developed it seemed, because baby boy was definitely more mature and communicative with his thoughts this time around.

that irritating ass attitude he sported, even when he first cracked open his eyes from sleep, was the only thing that didn’t seem to fade away.

but just because sex wasn’t on the table didn’t mean other . . . . things weren’t done.

you couldn’t deny that eren had gotten more attractive and defined as time went by. his hair was a bit longer, he got a few new tattoos, and he was just . . . bigger. no longer a lanky man with semi-thin arms, and small ridges for abs.

he didn’t party as much like he used to, the lack of alcohol and more time in the gym doing him some good physically and mentally. his time was now being spent either writing music, producing beats, or meditating if he had the time.

it was work work work with this man until you came back in the picture.

whenever he wasn’t working, he was with you—somewhere off the grid, and basking in your presence. it took him two months to work up the courage and finally kiss you, and as the weeks went on after that he became more touchy. playing with your syrupy cunt was as sexy as it got for him during those months, but he didn’t mind one bit.

it was all worth the wait once he was finally able to pin you down and fuck you oh so sweetly into the king size bed you were in now.

you went three? four rounds? you honestly lost track after he had you squirting from backshots around three a.m.

now here you were, head resting prettily on his chest, with his strong, warm arms wrapped around you. all while his heart thrummed a steady beat against your ear.

but there was just one problem. you were feeling rather needy again, despite the ache in your lower half.

“gimme a kiss.”

eren didn’t say anything. he just looked down at you with this blank stare on his face. then, he raised his chin up, signaling for you to come closer.

he didn’t expect you to swing your leg over his waist, and get comfy on his stomach, but he wasn’t complaining. your pussy felt . . . soft, warm against his already heated skin. he could feel the slick collecting, pride swelling in his chest that this was a sight only he’d have the honor of seeing.

“kiss me then,” he murmured, trailing a tatted hand up your side. goosebumps rose along your skin, and a familiar heat pooled in your lower belly when you finally pressed your lips against his.

it was soft, sweet. when you pulled away he was squeezing at your side, a silent plea for you to stay close. you kissed him again, and this time it was longer, a small whimper bubbling in the back of your throat.

eren’s free hand cupped your cheek for a brief moment, deepening the kiss. he suckled on your bottom lip then slipped his tongue into the soft cavern of your mouth, his chest falling in a long exhale.

suddenly, your bottom half was lifted by a pair of strong hands, and you were sat right on his dick. the length of him was nestled between your folds, and if you paid close enough attention, you could feel the veins that wrapped around him thrum against your slicked center.

“good pussy . .” he mumbled against your lips, fingers dancing down the length of your spine until they settled on your behind, squeezing the petal soft skin hungrily. “missed me too much, didn’t she?”

his only answer to that teasing question was a hard bite in his bottom lip making him hiss.

“you’re so annoying,” you breathed out, breaking the heated kiss. both of eren’s hands came down on your ass for a second time, hard, the smacking noise echoing throughout the quiet suite.

“then do somethin’ about it . . . unless you’re too sore,” he snickered, trailing his fingers over your jaw and to your lips, tracing the cupids bow with pure adoration mixed with lust.

your nose and eyebrows scrunched like a disturbed kitten, and then you were softly biting at his fingers, keeping them in place as you ran your tongue over them. erens dick twitched at the action.

he let out a small grunt when you wrapped your hands around his wrists, pinning them next to his head. “never too sore to get what i want. you should know that by now, ren.” your tone was soft as you spoke, the grip you had on eren’s wrists loosening.

you were sore, but this level of pain was nothing compared to the endless hours you would spend practicing choreography for your performances. this shit was light work.

“gosh, i mean it’s been so long, baby,” he sighed, emerald eyes twinkling in the sunlight. “guess you’re just gonna have to remind me.”

you couldn’t help but giggle, balancing on the balls of your feet as you gripped his heavy length. your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, brows scrunching together when you swiped the shiny tip between your folds.

and there went eren making that fucking face.

that stupidly attractive face where he nibbled on his lip, and his eyes were hooded. the green orbs were fixated on the area between your bodies, watching in awe as you circled his tip over your clit.

“hah—cmon. sit on it.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, dumbly sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you in one go. it didn’t hurt as much as the night before, but that inevitable burn from the stretch of him had you wincing.

erens eyes had fluttered shut by now, a blissed out furrow nestling between his thick brows. he was still tired, and your warmth was making him overly sleepy, yet turned on. one part of him wanted to just keep you you there, and hold you against his chest while he lulled you back to sleep.

but the other part of him, the part that usually always won, wanted you to ride him until he passed out.

“why are your eyes closed? open them.” you poked at his cheek gently with a manicured nail.

when eren finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, your head was cocked to the side with a puzzled look on your face. “are you, like . . trying not to cum too quick or somethin’? your face has been twisted up like that way too long for my liking.”

“honestly? m’trying to figure out if i wanna have you keep my dick warm or ride it. either way i’m a happy, blessed man.”

“ohhh blessed, huh?”

“yes, very much so.” his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you down until your chest was snug against his own. the angle brought you much closer to his handsome face, decorated in beauty marks and still slightly puffy from sleep. his hand squeezed at your hip before making its way down to your ass. “start moving.”

you made a small noise in agreement, lifting your hips until he remained about halfway in before lowering them once again. eren let out a low hum, “mhm. jus’ like that, baby.”

he pressed a kiss of encouragement to your cheek, his own hips gently matching your pace. while one of his hands remained glued to your ass, the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at nothing else but him.

you were never good at eye contact growing up. of course it eventually got better as your fame grew, but eren’s eye contact was a bit different. of all the haters and critics that stared you down, nothing made you feel smaller and more vulnerable than the intense, longing stare from those green eyes of his.

and he knew this.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” he breathed out, squishing your cheeks together. he was setting the pace now, his hips moving at a quicker speed that increased the noises that came from your greedy pussy. you were so wet already that it was almost puzzling to him how you were already dripping down his balls after only a few minutes of this.

but he had to remember, and remind himself daily; that he wasn’t the only one who was missing his other half terribly. although you didn’t show it publicly or privately to anyone in your inner circle, you had missed eren way more than you should’ve after the breakup. certain smells, sceneries, music . . . it all reminded you of him whether you liked it or not.

and you were only human—just a simple girl with needs, so yes, whenever you found the time to masturbate, it was more than likely to the thought of eren, his voice, his physique. the intimate times you shared together under silk sheets.

you were honestly shocked, and very proud, that you were able to resist him and that stupidly good dick of his for almost a year.

but you didn’t have to resist anymore thankfully. your mind and pride finally took a load off your shoulders, and gave you the peace of mind to finally indulge him with a soaked cunt and embarrassingly quick orgasms to go with it.

suddenly, he felt a swell of something warm n’ fuzzy in his heart, his mouth opening and spewing out ‘i missed you’ before he could even process it. he wanted retract the statement and even apologize for being so sappy. but then he thought . . . why?

why apologize for missing you? his woman.

rennie abruptly tucked your head in his neck, his nose nuzzling against the soft skin of your shoulder. he didn’t mean to fuck into you so fast, but that lovey feeling he had inside always brought it out of him.

“missed you . . missed you so much, ( ❤︎⁠ ). missed this pussy. a-all of it. don’t ever leave me again,” he growled out, possessiveness clawing at his chest almost painfully.

your face scrunched up, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes much to your dismay. this wasn’t apart of the plan. why were you crying?

you let out a shaky breath, burrowing your face further into the warmth of his neck. “i missed you too, eren,” you spoke, soft and sweet.

i love you sat heavy on your tongue like a spoonful of honey, itching to make it way past your kiss swollen lips and into his ear. those three words have yet to be uttered by you since getting back together. why? you weren’t even sure yourself. eren found himself having the same dilemma as well.

“h-hey, come back to me. i want a kiss,” he moaned into your shoulder, his canines trailing over the sweaty skin. when you didn’t move or respond, hit bit down. it wasn’t hard, but it was enough to grab your attention.

no words were exchanged—only a bruising kiss that soon turned into eren sucking your tongue into his mouth.

it was becoming a little much for you.

his hands wandering all across your body, squeezing n’ smacking any inch of skin he could grasp. the sinful moans he let out as he suckled on your bottom lip. his cock ramming into that same spot that had your vision going blurry.

“you’re gonna cum aren’t you? mmcht—bet you can’t even hold it in for a few more minutes, right?” your jaw was in his grasp again, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips.

“mm-mm.”

with the amount of brain power you were using to scold your body into holding off a little longer, it was extremely hard to come up with a coherent sentence.

“hah, you’re lying.”

“am not.”

and then you were abruptly flipped onto your back, eren’s dick slipping out of you with a wet popping sound. he gave you no time to process the change in positions, or even give you a heads up that he was gonna ram inside with a mean ‘are to’ hissed into your ear.

it felt like all the air had been punched from your lungs, a loud cry ripping past your lips. eren hummed in content, slinging your thighs over his own along with a quick kiss to your jaw. his thumb rubbed semi-fast circles into your clit, and when he looked down something mesmerizing caught his attention.

it was you, well, your pussy, struggling to take his dick and gracing it with a pearl colored sheen of cream. his cock fit almost perfectly, and it made him excited to think about the countless night he would soon spend molding your gooey walls to take him with ease again.

“ah, ah—ren, i can’tttt,” you sobbed out, pushing a hand against his abdomen. your nails dragged down the tan skin, making him hiss.

your hand was yanked away, now pinned by your head along with the other. eren slowed his thrusts, settling for deep grinds and delicious circles that had tears pooling at your lash line. your man was inches from your face, his hair forming a brunette curtain that shielded you from the rising sun.

the action felt so intimate, like you and him were the only two people in existence.

“i thought you were tired, h-hm?”

it was nice to hear your voice. don’t get him wrong, eren loved the noises you made, but hearing you hoarsely get your words out while he made love to you was even better.

love.

he loved you. he’s always loved you, and forever will. even if the universe decided to selfishly drag you away from his desperate clutches, he’d still carry a torch for you in heart until his last breath.

he started to say something then stopped. but once he saw the look on your face the words came spilling out, choked and more meaningful than ever.

“i love you.”

and then he said it again. and again. and again—

“iloveyou. iloveyou. iloveyou.” his voice cracked, the grip he had on your wrist tightening. he closed the gap of space between you, his forehead pressing snugly against yours. “always been you. always gonna be you. i-i’m gonna be better now, yeah? never gonna leave me again because i’ll be good for you. i promise, ( ❤︎ ). i-i promise.”

three salty droplets hit the apples your cheeks, but you paid them no mind. they didn’t matter. especially when this is the second time since knowing him that eren’s cried in front of you—the breakup being the first unfortunately.

neither of you knew why this second go around was so much more emotional. maybe it was from drowsiness, or the beautiful scenery. maybe it was because it was finally settling in that this the real, and there were no more doubts from your end.

you weren’t sure, and neither was eren. all rennie knew was that if you didn’t say it back, he was bound to combust into pieces. that tough face that he sported almost twenty four hours a day was replaced with something you’ve never seen before.

“you love me right? right?” the last part of his sentence was punctuated by a thrust, rewarding him with a loud moan that he greedily swallowed up in the form of a kiss.

your head bobbed eagerly, lips parting in a sob. “i do, ren! i do love you, i-i promise.”

his thumb pushed up your wrist and trailed over your pinky, pushing down lightly. it wasn’t exactly a proper pinky promise, but it’d have to do. he brushed his nose over your cheek, “say it again. just one more time for me, and i’ll let you cum.”

the skin of his pelvis was rubbing against your clit sloppily, bringing you closer and closer to the release you prided yourself for holding back. you needed it desperately now.

“i love you eren. t-this feels safe. you feel safe. m’not gonna leave again i prom—”

your orgasm hit you like a semi, interrupting your oh so sweet words. but that was okay with eren. it was all worth seeing the look on your face as he brought you to climax. he could feel your thighs trembling against him, your wrists thrashing against his palms. he hadn’t realized how tight his grip was was until he actually loosened up.

he laced your fingers with his, shallowly drawing his hips back before slamming forward again to ride out your orgasm. his own was quickly approaching, and with a choked moan, he was finishing inside you in long, hot spurts.

“love you . . love you . .” he whispered into your cheek, drowsiness suddenly overtaking him.

he rolled over with quickness, knowing that if he stayed in that position any longer, he surely would’ve collapsed and gotten an earful about how he ‘crushed’ you.

you moved right along with him thanks to his death grip, his cock still nestled in the confines of your warmth. he was exhausted, you could tell by the glazed over look and slow blinks.

“h-here, lemme up. i’ll be the big spoon and hold you this time.” your voice was quiet, strained. a hot cup of tea was definitely needed later for the both of you.

eren made no protests as you slowly lifted your lower half, a dribble of cum leaking from your stretched entrance and down the inside of your thigh. a shower was also needed without a doubt, but you knew it would be hopeless to get eren out of bed for at least a good half hour.

once you were settled on your back, eren was latching onto your side like an oversized koala. his head was resting in the crook of your neck, and one of his long legs was draped over both of yours. you almost wanted to laugh when he blindly searched for your breast, tatted hand squeezing it gently three times before going limp.

“i’ll get up soon, i swear. ‘know you gotta get up and pee.”

“i also need to get in touch with mika. she wants me to do this interview—”

eren made a grunting noise in annoyance, plus lips pushing into a sleepy pout. “babyyy, i thought we’d get the day to relaxxxx.”

“we are, silly. if you would’ve let me finish, i was gonna say she wants me to do some interview in the next couple days.” your fingers ran through his soft locs, scratching lightly at his scalp to ease him. “don’t worry, i’m still all yours today you big baby.”

suddenly, eren was lifting his head, that needy expression he had only minutes ago now replaced with his signature glare. he didn’t say anything at first, emerald eyes looking you up and down until they eventually softened.

his head was back in its rightful place, his hand squeezing at your breasts once more for comfort. “not a baby,” he muttered into your skin, the vibrations tickling you.

“maybe not a baby . . but you’re definitely mine.” the line was cheesy as hell, and you knew it. but eren definitely seemed to enjoy it given the gruff laugh he let out.

[alaiasole]

pretty wife problems.

→ eren x black fem reader | fluff | established relationship + married au

synopsis: eren knows his wife is beautiful. he’s reminded of it constantly on this bali trip especially when other people notice too. a flirty tour guide at mount batur has him feeling a little possessive.

warnings: light jealousy, married couple fluff, explicit smut, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk

a/n: this for @cheesesticksandhoney i hope you like it <333 i also got inspiration from the song jealous by nick jonas as requested

eren knows he has a beautiful wife

he knows.

but that doesn’t stop the quiet twist in his chest every time someone else notices it too.

this bali trip was supposed to be just the two of you sun-soaked days, quiet nights, and zero responsibilities. instead, eren keeps getting reminded how stunning you are, and how the rest of the world sees it just as clearly.

today’s first excursion is mount batur. the air is warm and humid, thick with the scent of earth and distant incense from nearby temples. volcanic steam rises in soft curls against the bright sky as your group makes its way up the trail. you’re practically glowing beside him, eyes wide with curiosity, leggings hugging your curves and one of his oversized shirts tied at your waist.

the tour guide some tall, friendly guy with an easy smile keeps talking, pointing out different rock formations.

“mount batur is still an active volcano,” he explains. “it last erupted in 2000, but the caldera lake below us is over a thousand years old. the balinese people consider this place sacred home to the goddess of the lake, dewi danu.”

you tilt your head, genuinely fascinated. “wait, so people actually cook breakfast with the steam from the volcano?”

the guide laughs warmly. “yes! you’ll see when we get closer to the top. the locals use the geothermal heat to boil eggs and even make babi guling sometimes. it’s one of the coolest things about living near an active volcano.”

“oh my god, that’s so cool.”

eren glances over at you. you’re asking question after question, completely in your element, and the guide is happily answering every single one. he can’t even be annoyed at that. you get excited over everything, and it’s one of the things he loves most about you.

still…

the guy sure is smiling a lot.

the trail gets steeper. loose rocks shift underfoot.

“careful,” the guide says, reaching a hand toward you as the path narrows. “this part can be tricky. the volcano’s last major eruption in 1963 actually reshaped a lot of this landscape.”

before eren can step forward, you’ve already taken the offered hand for half a second to steady yourself over the uneven ground.

“…thanks!”

“my pleasure.”

eren stares at the back of the guide’s head.

really?

he knows it’s literally the man’s job. he knows. doesn’t mean he has to enjoy watching another guy hold your hand even for a second.

i was right there.

i have hands too.

very capable hands.

you dust the dirt off your leggings and continue walking like nothing happened, already asking another question about the temple at the base of the mountain and its connection to the volcano’s spiritual significance.

eren catches up quickly, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you a little closer than necessary.

the next day, eren told himself yesterday was just yesterday.

one overly friendly guide. a coincidence. that was all.

today would be better.

you guys are visiting uluwatu temple dramatic cliffs, ocean views, and ancient balinese architecture perched high above the sea. the air smelled like salt and frangipani, and the sun warmed everything in that perfect bali glow.

eren wanted to enjoy it. he really did.

but the moment the new guide greeted the group and somehow ended up walking right beside you within the first five minutes, that familiar pout started creeping back in.

“…and this part here,” the guide said, smiling warmly at you, “is one of the oldest sections of the temple. it survived multiple earthquakes and even a major fire in the 1800s.”

you looked up in awe, eyes sparkling. “seriously? it’s still standing after all this time?”

“it is. the balinese believe the gods protect it.”

“that’s so beautiful.”

eren watched the exchange from half a step behind.

of course.

you asked another question about the monkey forest nearby and the temple’s connection to the sea goddess. the guide answered enthusiastically, walking a little closer than eren liked.

you smiled.

the guide smiled back.

eren looked away, pinching the bridge of his nose.

not again.

as the group continued through the temple grounds, he caught more people glancing your way. some looked twice. one guy nearly walked into a low stone wall because he was too busy staring. another tourist fumbled his phone while looking at you trying to take it out of his pocket.

eren sighed internally.

i know she’s beautiful.

trust me. i know.

but does everybody else have to know too?

without saying a word, he slipped his fingers between yours, holding your hand a little tighter than usual.

you looked over at him. “hm?”

“nothing.”

“you sure?”

“yep.”

five minutes later, his arm had found its way around your shoulders. a few minutes after that, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek while the guide was busy explaining another shrine.

you laughed softly. “what was that for?”

“felt like it.”

you tilted your head, studying him. “you’ve been really clingy today.”

“i have not.”

“you literally haven’t let go of my hand since we got here.”

“…it’s crowded.”

“eren.”

“what?”

you smiled to yourself, squeezing his hand. “you’re jealous.”

“i’m observant.”

“mm-hmm.”

“i’m protecting my wife.”

“from who?”

he glanced around at the handful of tourists pretending not to stare, at the guide who kept finding reasons to talk directly to you.

“…everybody.”

you bit back a laugh, leaning into his side as you kept walking. eren’s arm stayed firmly around you, his thumb brushing your waist in slow, possessive circles.

he knew he was being a little ridiculous.

but with the way the sunlight kissed your skin and the ocean breeze played with your hair, making you look like you belonged on the cover of a romance novel… he couldn’t help it.

my wife.

mine.

and he was more than happy to remind the entire island of that today.

back at the villa, the afternoon light filtered softly through the open balcony doors, carrying the sound of waves and the faint scent of frangipani.

eren had already showered. he sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but loose black shorts, elbows on his knees, replaying the last two days in his head.

she’s beautiful. of course people look.

it’s not her fault.

it’s really not a big deal… right?

he tried to calm himself down. people look at pretty women. that’s just life. as long as no one actually approached her she was his wife, after all it shouldn’t matter.

but the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. the smiles. the lingering glances. the way that guide kept finding reasons to stand next to her.

damn.

he ran a hand over his face, sighing.

the bathroom door opened.

you stepped out, skin still glowing from the shower, wrapped in a soft white robe. your boho braids were pulled up into a bun framing your face. you looked effortlessly beautiful relaxed, warm, and completely his.

eren lost his train of thought completely.

“whoa…”

you caught his stare and smiled, tilting your head. “what?”

he didn’t answer right away. just drank you in. then he leaned forward a little on the edge of the bed.

“come here.”

you walked over slowly, stopping between his spread legs. eren looked up at you like you were the only thing in the world.

“wow,” he murmured, hands sliding up the back of your thighs.

you leaned down and kissed him softly. he kissed you back, deep and slow, one hand cupping the side of your face.

you pulled back just enough to tease, “you like what you see?”

“yeah… i do.” his voice was low, sincere. “i love what i see.”

you raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “you don’t feel any type of way anymore?”

eren let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “hell no. i know i see you every day. i know i’m the one married to you.”

“mhm. thought so.”

you kissed him again, deeper this time. eren groaned softly into your mouth, hands tightening on your thighs. as the kiss grew hotter, you stood up straighter between his legs. he reached for the tie of your robe and gave it a gentle tug. the robe slipped open and fell to the floor in a soft heap, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“oh my gosh…” he breathed, eyes roaming over your body like he was seeing you for the first time. “baby…”

you giggled, feeling both shy and powerful under his gaze. you pushed gently on his chest until he leaned back on the bed. then you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

eren’s hands immediately went to your ass, gripping firmly as you leaned down to kiss him again. the kiss turned messy fast tongues sliding, breaths mingling, little moans escaping. you started grinding slowly on him, feeling how hard he already was under the thin fabric of his shorts. he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the friction made both of you groan.

“fuck…” he muttered against your lips, hands squeezing your ass as he guided your movements, rocking you against him harder.

you kept grinding, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles while making out with him like you had all the time in the world. his shorts did nothing to hide how much he wanted you. every roll of your hips pulled desperate little sounds from both of you.

eren kissed you like he was trying to pour every bit of that lingering jealousy and love into it deep, hungry, and completely wrapped up in you.

you kept grinding on him, rolling your hips in slow, teasing circles, feeling how hard and ready he was beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. the friction was driving both of you crazy.

with a soft, mischievous smile, you reached down and tugged his shorts down. eren lifted his hips to help you, groaning as his cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his stomach.

“oh shit…” he breathed, eyes dark as he watched you.

you wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly a few times before lining him up. you sank down inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. he was so big you had to pause halfway, breathing through the intense fullness, adjusting to the way he filled you completely.

“easy, baby,” eren murmured, hands gripping your hips. “take your time. that’s it… just like that. you feel so fucking good already.”

once you were fully seated, you stayed there for a moment, both of you breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. then you started to ride him.

slow at first. deep rolls of your hips that had you moaning softly. eren groaned, head falling back against the bed as he helped guide you, hands squeezing your ass.

“fuck, look at you,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked. “riding me so pretty. you like how deep i am, baby? huh?”

“yes… oh my, eren,” you moaned, eyes rolling back as you picked up the pace. every bounce sent sparks through your whole body. he felt incredible thick, hard, hitting every perfect spot.

he started helping you more, bouncing you on his dick with strong hands, thrusting up to meet you. the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping filled the room along with your moans.

“that’s my girl,” he groaned, eyes locked on where you two were connected. “look at you taking all of me. so wet… so fucking tight. you’re creaming all over me, baby. shit.”

your head fell back, moans getting louder as the pleasure built fast. eren sat up slightly, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, sucking on your neck while he fucked you harder from below.

“you close already?” he whispered hotly against your skin. “i can feel you squeezing me. go ahead, baby. cum on this dick. let me feel it.”

you came hard with a broken cry of his name, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through you. eren groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around him, but he didn’t stop he fucked you through it, drawing out every last tremor.

before you could catch your breath, he flipped you over onto your back. he hovered over you, eyes dark and hungry.

eren pushed back inside you in one smooth thrust, your legs folding up toward your chest as he leaned over you. he started pounding into you deep and hard, the new angle making you see stars.

“oh—” you moaned, hands flying up to grip the back of his neck. his head dropped to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin as he fucked you relentlessly.

“feel so good,” he groaned against your neck. “this pussy is mine, baby. all mine.”

your moans turned into desperate cries. the pressure built fast again, overwhelming and intense. eren could feel it the way you clenched around him, the way your nails dug into his shoulders.

“you’re close again, aren’t you?” he panted. “go ahead, baby. cum for me. squirt on this dick. i want to feel it.”

you came hard, squirting around him with a loud, broken moan. your whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through you. eren pulled out just in time, stroking himself fast as he watched you fall apart.

“shit—fuck, you look so good,” he groaned, head tilted back, muscles flexing as he stroked himself over you.

he came with a deep, guttural moan, thick ropes of cum landing across your breasts and stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, breathless and sexy, until he was spent.

for a moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing.

eren looked down at you, eyes soft and full of love despite the heat.

“damn, baby…” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep.

eren pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard, eyes soft and full of love as he stared down at you. for a second, everything felt perfect just the two of you, tangled and warm.

then you wrinkled your nose.

“ew, eren,” you laughed, pushing lightly at his chest. “wipe your cum off of me. i literally just showered and now i’m all sticky!”

he blinked, then burst out laughing, the sound deep and genuine.

“my bad, baby,” he said, still chuckling as he went get a warm cloth in the bathroom.

“i got you.”

he cleaned you up carefully, gentle and thorough, pressing soft kisses to your stomach and between your breasts as he went. once you were clean, he went into the bathroom washing the cloth hanging it ,he came back laying on the bed next to you

holding you close against his chest.

you nestled into him, legs tangled, one hand resting over his heart.

after a comfortable silence, you tilted your head up. “you not jealous anymore?”

eren smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “nah. i’m good.”

“you sure?”

“yeah. i know who you come home to every night.”

you both stayed quiet for a moment, just enjoying the sound of the ocean outside and each other’s warmth.

then eren’s voice broke the silence again, a little too casual.

“…but real talk though. did you think that guide was cute?”

you pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes wide. “eren! oh my gosh.”

he grinned, trying (and failing) to look innocent. “what? i’m just asking.”

you laughed, swatting his chest. “you are so annoying. no, i did not think he was cute. i was literally just asking questions.”

“mhm.”

“you’re jealous again already?”

“i’m not jealous,” he said, pulling you back down and burying his face in your neck. “i’m… observant.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “yeah, okay, observant.”

eren smiled against your skin, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“that’s my wife,” he mumbled happily.

and just like that, with your laughter filling the room and the bali breeze drifting through the open doors, everything felt exactly right.

[hellokittys1utt]

I’m thinkin Onyankopon a real person… this nigga a anime character from Aot moe 😭

[coolestbitchintown]

YOO LMFAOOO

[otakufilms]

‧₊˚﹒♡﹗₊˚⊹❀𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰…‧₊˚﹒♡﹗₊˚⊹❀

rugged. toji.

𓊆ྀི warnings .ᐟ + word count—5.0K, ORIGINAL!BLACK!FEM!READER! southern domestic vibes!, husband!toji, shyblack!femreader, blackwife!reader, ranchmen!toji, gritty!toji, southerncoded!femreader, southerncoded!toji, aggressive!toji, dominant!toji, gruff!toji, sweet!toji, size kink!, pet names!baby!love!, pussy eating!, face slapping!, 69!, riding!, sex after work!toji, aggressive sex!, dick sucking!, squirting!, creaming, condomless sex, minors aren’t welcome! 𓊇ྀི

メモ。— been in a deep depression + ‘was missin’ my number one, my man, my lover, my only in another lifetime. this was inspired by a lil’ tik tok made by @scrumptious_chowder—i can’t seem to find the specific link for the video i saw, i think she might’ve deleted it? but if you see this, babe. this one’s for you. love your content + all the nasty thoughts in your head. @chrollohearttags ? love you baby. teehee. enjoy.

IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DAYS.

One where talking your husband off the verge of a crash out wasn’t enough—but fucking it out of him made it all complete. Sweeter, somehow.

The evening sun spills honey gold through lace trimmed windows, casting delicate shadows across the yellow bricked backsplash of your kitchen—your sanctuary.

The air smells like yeast and the faint citrus of lemons piled in your farmhouse sink—natural light streaming in soft, golden pools across the Tuscany checkered floors. Your fingers, dusted with flour, press into the supple dough, kneading with practiced rhythm, the marquise cut pale gold band on your left hand catching the warmth with every movement. French tips glint against the raw, pillowy mass, your wedding ring a quiet testament to the life you’ve built here—far from the noise of New Orleans, in a house he built for you with his own calloused hands.  

The vintage radio hums low, crackling with updates between New Orleans and Mississippi, the announcer’s voice a distant murmur beneath the rustle of your Persian kitten—Yumi’s—fur as she nudges the radio with her tiny, impatient head. You glance up, dark lashes fluttering, and reach over to twist the volume knob down. 

“Too loud, baby?”

Yumi answers by leaping gracefully onto the vintage dining table behind you, stretching her fluffy body into a perfect arch before collapsing into a loaf, her purrs filling the quiet kitchen like a melody.  

“…I guess so,” you hum softly.

Your kitchen was made with more love than his proposal, more intention than the ring itself. The single bowl sink overflows with lemons, limes, and a single stray peach, their vibrant colors bleeding into the muted tones of your oasis.  

The curtains flutter, carrying the scent of distant rain and turning earth—his scent, soon. The house breathes around you, every nail driven by his hands, every brick laid with the weight of his promise. 

“Ain’t gonna let nothin’ touch you ‘cept me.” 

You and Yumi share the same untamed spirit—both of you all flickering tails and sharp, watchful eyes.  

Your face, sultry as a fox, intense as a panther mid hunt, holds the kind of beauty that makes men pray before they dare to speak to you. Slender eyes, naturally dark waterline like you were born with kohl rimming them, framed by full, wispy lashes that give you an air of mischief—almost wicked, even when your soul is nothing but sugar. Deep pink lips, their edges kissed by a natural brown halo, part just slightly as you exhale, your large, arched brows lifting in amusement at your feline counterpart.  

That wild mane of yours—deep copper melting into cinnamon, black balayage curling like tendrils of smoke—is tossed messily over your head, a single stubborn curl swaying against your forehead. A constellation of dark freckles dusts the bridge of your wide nose, the warmth of your ochre complexion glowing beneath the golden kitchen light. 

“You’ll look no different in pregnancy," his voice rumbles in your mind, "Glowin’. Red. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You narrow those eyes at Yumi, who chirps at you like she’s got a whole argument prepared.  

“Daddy’ll be home soon," you murmur, thumb stroking the edge of your sourdough loaf before setting it aside to rise—“…You think he’ll like dinner?" 

The scent of New Orleans hangs heavy in the air—shrimp and andouille sizzling in a spiced roux, red beans simmering with a bay leaf tucked between them, and buttery cornbread waiting to be pulled from the oven. His favorites. The kind of meal that’ll soothe every ache in his body, warm. 

Yumi answers by rolling dramatically onto her back, paws curled, tail flicking.  

“Yeah—you’re no help."

The soft hum of the radio wraps around you as you lose yourself in the rhythm of cooking again, fingers dancing over ingredients with practiced ease. The music plays just a hair louder now—enough for Yumi to shoot you a withering glare from her perch, her tail flicking in disapproval. You ignore her with a little smile, your voice a gentle murmur as you hum along to the tune, the melody curling around the warm, spice laced air.  

Then—the growl. 

The deep, guttural rumble of his pickup truck tearing through the gravel drive is a warning, a proclamation—he’s home. Your spine straightens before you even realize it, ears attuned to the familiar sequence of his arrival—the creak of the screen door, the slam, the heavy thud of boots being kicked off near the welcome mat.  

Except today—silence. 

No boots. No pause. Just the hurried, uneven thud of his footsteps, heavier than usual, more urgent. A shiver races down your spine, instinct flaring before you can even turn—  

And then him.

Big. Encompassing. Swallowing you whole.  

His heat presses into your back, rough hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. You don’t need to look up to know his expression—you feel it. The tension coiled in his muscles, impatient huffs against the curve of your throat.  

“You scared me,” you whisper, voice trembling just slightly as your fingers lift, clawing back into the wild strands of his hair—midnight black, nearly blue in the dim light. It’s longer now, unruly, a messy tangle between a wolf cut and a short mullet, the front nearly falling into his eyes. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp, and he exhales sharply through his nose, his apology a low, graveled grunt against your skin.  

“‘Couldn’t get to you fast enough." 

You know him.  

His anger, his irritation, the frustration clings to him like a second skin. It seeps into you like ink in water, dark and suffocating, a storm barely contained beneath the surface. Your body responds before your mind can catch up—arching back into him, your pulse fluttering beneath his touch. 

That’s when your hands shift, turning you just enough in his grasp to catch his gaze—and the moment you do, the world narrows.  

Those eyes. 

Deep gray, like storm clouds rolling in over the pasture, narrowed and restless beneath the weight of his scowl. His brows—thick, dark, almost severe—are knit together, tension carved into the space between them. At thirty two years old to your twenty nine? The years have only sharpened him, etching his features with an intensity that makes your breath catch. A full blooded Japanese man raised in the heart of the South, he’s a walking contradiction—heritage and home clashing in the best ways.  

And today, every inch of him shows it.  

Dust clings to him like a second skin, ground into the fabric of his filthy wifebeater, streaked across the navy and black flannel rolled up to his forearms. His tattoos—a sprawling canvas of ink swallowing his egregiously broad frame—peek out from beneath the dirt, the edges of them smudged with the day’s labor.  

Head ranchmen. Raising livestock. Wrestling miles of fencing. Hauling hay, operating machinery, fighting with the land and the heat and the men under him who can’t keep up—it’s all written across the stars. His muscles are still coiled tight, his jaw working as if the frustration hasn’t fully left his bones.  

And yet, god, he’s yours.  

The scent of him—sweat, leather, and something wild washes over you, a pheromone laden reminder of exactly who you belong to.  

You reach up, thumb smoothing gently between his furrowed brows.  

“You okay?”

He exhales sharply, "M’alright. Always doin’ this, woman. Thinkin’ I’m about to cry."

A laugh bubbles in your chest, but you press closer instead, fingers trailing down to cup his jaw.  

“My soul’s with yours," you remind him, tilting your chin up despite the height difference—“I know when you’re sick before you do—" 

He grunts at that, but there’s no real irritation behind it. Instead, he ducks his head, nudging his nose against yours in a rare moment of tenderness, the gesture contradicting every rough edge he wears so well.  

Toji’s head dips low, those storm gray eyes scanning you with the kind of focus that makes your pulse flutter.  

You stand there in white fuzzy socks, swallowed whole by the oversized replica of his flannel—the deep blue of it sharp against your caramel skin, sleeves slipping past your wrists, the hem hanging dangerously high on your thighs.  

And as your husband, he knows what’s beneath. 

The way your waist cinches in like a damn hourglass, unnaturally narrow compared to the flare of your hips—so wide, so heavy it looks like you’ve carried a child before. The ass that fills his palms perfectly, fat, jiggling with every step. And those tits—full, heavy, sitting high like they belong on a sultry pin up poster. His name—Fushiguro—in tiny cursive beneath the curve of your left breast, a claim he never gets tired of seeing.  

Your fingers drag gently through the hair at his nape, nails scratching lightly as you murmur, “Yumi missed you.” 

His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, calloused and rough—“‘Momma missed me too?”

You nod, just slightly, tilting your head with those fox eyes of yours—narrowed, knowing, stripping him bare of any lie he could try to spin.  

“Tell me what happened at work.”

His brow twitches, “You tellin’ me?”

You don’t argue. Just raise your brows, waiting.  

A beat. Then, with a sharp exhale, it spills—

“Men actin’ like goddamn children. Argued with me ‘bout the fence line—then one of ‘em nearly flipped the ATV ‘cause he wasn’t payin’ attention. ‘Whole damn day wasted fixin’ other people’s—” His voice deepens, slipping into sharp edged Japanese, “…Nande kon'na baka-domo to issho ni hatarakanakya naranē nda? Mattaku, kuso jikan'nomudada.” 

Why the hell do these idiots work for me? Total waste of fuckin’ time.

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing your thumb between his brows again, smoothing the crease there as you answer him—fluent, just like he taught you. 

“Son'nani ikatteiru to, fukeru no ga hayamarimasu yo.” 

You’ll age faster being so angry.

He pauses, nostrils flaring—before he lets out a sharp exhale, forehead dropping against yours.  

"...Goddamn, woman. ‘Always knowin’ how to shut me up.” 

You hum, pressing closer.  

“So that’s why you keep me around?” 

“Nah. Keep you ‘cause you’re mine.” 

You hum, fingertips tracing the corded muscle below his neck, your touch featherlight. 

“Did talking about it help?" 

His jaw flexes, “You want me to lie?" 

“I’d rather you be honest, Fushiguro.” 

A rough exhale escapes him, “I’m on the news tomorrow? ‘Know I killed one of those bastards." 

You know he doesn’t mean it—but the frustration is real, simmering beneath his skin like an untamed storm. So you tease just a little, trying to loosen the tension coiling in his shoulders—“Fussier than a baby, ‘swear." 

That gets you a glare—"Nowhere near a damn child."  

You react before he can pull away, fingers tangling in the dark strands of his hair, holding him just firm enough to ground him.

“Hey," you murmur, voice softening, “I was just pokin’, love. Yeah?" 

He stares down at you, that perpetual scrawl of his features more habit than anger now. After a beat, he nods.  

You press on, voice a gentle lull. 

“Rough days are inevitable…but there’s your favorite meal to look forward to. And cuddles from me an’ Yumi." 

His expression doesn’t change.  

"Or," you offer, tilting your head, “I could rub your ear  ‘like you like?” 

Something shifts in his gaze then—dark, heavy. He looks at you—really looks. That sweet, sultry face he’s seen crumble beneath him, twist in pleasure, pout in frustration. It all hits him at once, a wave of something possessive and hungry that makes his fingers flex against your waist.  

And in response?  

“Yeah." 

A single word. Deceptively simple.  

Because you did rub his ear, sure—but what you didn’t expect?  

Was ending up bouncing stupidly on his cock in the process.  

Now, here you are—hair a mess of copper, cinnamon, and black curls, wild like a halo around your flushed face, the flannel hanging open, barely clinging to your shoulders. The fabric dips, revealing the sinful swell of your tits, the heavy weight of them barely contained by the parted material. Your fuzzy socks—adorable, ridiculous in contrast to the filth of this moment—curl helplessly into the bedsheets as you struggle to steady yourself.  

Your thighs ache, burning from the relentless pace he’s set, but you barely feel it. Not when he’s got his hands wrapped around your waist, his fingers so big they nearly touch when he grips you—effortlessly hauling you up, then slamming you back down, forcing you to take every inch of him.  

“F—Fushiguro—!" 

You choke on his name as he pulls you all the way up, the slick length of him just about to slip free before he yanks you back down, letting his dick carve straight into your g-spot with every punishing thrust.  

And the worst part?  

He hasn’t even undressed.

Leaned back against the vintage headboard, still in his dirt-streaked wifebeater—tugged halfway up to reveal the hard planes of his abs, ink-dark tattoos trailing down the cut of his V-line. The roughness of his pubic hair grinds against your clit with every brutal snap of your hips, the friction almost too much, threatening to push you over the edge before he even lets you.  

And his face— 

Dark brows pulled low, storm gray eyes locked on you with an intensity that borders on cruel. He watches you with that same scowl, like you mean nothing to him in this moment—just a warm, trembling hole for him to use, fucking you with ruthless precision.  

He leans back, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lifts you again, dragging you down onto his cock with a sharp snap of his hips.  

“C’mon," he growls, voice rough with restraint—“Keep fuckin’ feelin’ me.”

You’re silent—trying to be—but your pussy isn’t.  

Loud. Obscene. Creaming around him in thick, slippery pulses, gushing with every brutal snap of his hips. The sound of it—wet, filthy, shameful—fills the space between your ragged breaths. Your lips stay pressed together, but your expression betrays you—eyebrows pinched, a cute little frown twisting your face as pleasure burns through you, sharp and unforgiving.  

Discomfort. Overstimulation. The kind of pleasure that hurts, that makes your toes curl and your stomach clench. Because god, the way he stretches you—thick, unrelenting, carving into you like he was made to ruin you.  

The worst part? He knows.  

Knows that in places where you’re soft, silent, observant—here, like this? You’re a mouthy little thing when he gets you there. Which is exactly why he cocks his hand back, fingers tangling in the back of your flannel, yanking you down harder on his cock before—  

SMACK. 

The sharp, stinging crack of his palm against your ass echoes through the room, your flesh jiggling from the impact, the heat of it blooming fast.  

“Ain't hearin’ shit from you," he growls. 

“C’mon. Gimme’ somethin’.”  

The rough clap of your thighs against his hips—hard, frantic, skin slapping skin—does something to you. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers sinking into his forearms, claws digging in as a whiny little cry punches out of you.  

It’s a domino effect afterwards. A whimper slips free, trembling, desperate, and then another—another, slurring into heavier, broken whines, like you’re trying to swallow them back every time they threaten to escape. But you can’t. Not when he’s like this—when his thighs are so thick, his grip so bruising, when he makes you fuck him like he hates you.  

“There it is,” he grunts, fingers tightening around your waist, hauling you down harder, heavier. 

“‘Know my wife more than anyone in this fuckin’ world.”

You're an eye-rolling, pouting, mess. 

His mess. Your pussy keeps gushing, clenching forcefully around the thick swell of his cock, kicking off a series of unfinished, half-shattered orgasms that leave you spiraling—dizzy, overwhelmed, ruined.  

Tears brim your dark, pretty eyes, lashes sticking together as broken little whimpers spill from your lips.  

“I'm—‘M cumming.” 

But Toji? He doesn’t stop. 

His grip tightens, digging into the softness of your hips as he finds a devastating new rhythm. Slower now, but heavier. Louder. Each deep, punishing thrust drags a wet, filthy sound from where you’re stretched around him, the slap of skin echoing through the room.  

And the scent of him—god. 

Woodsmoke, leather, the erotic musk of a hard day’s work still clinging to his clothes, swallowing you whole even as he lounges beneath you, lazily using your body to chase his own pleasure.  

“Wanted me to feel better, ‘ain’t you?" 

His palm lands against your ass again—hard—the sharp crack reverberating through your bones before he spreads you open with that same rough hand, exposing your flushed, dripping cunt as he starts fucking up into you with renewed force.  

“Gonna fuck you ‘til every nut makes me less angry," he grunts, fingers biting into your flesh—“Had a hard fuckin’ day, remember?" 

You lean forward, sniffling pathetically, nodding in meek submission—like you’ve lost a game you never even meant to play.  

“Okay," you squeak, voice surrendering, small.  

His teeth flash in a wicked grin.  

“Atta fuckin’ girl." 

And then he takes—pounding up into you with a brutal pace that has you muffling trembling little moans into the crook of your arm, body jolting with every deep, claiming thrust. 

Toji slides his broad palm against the top of your head, fingers threading through your curls as he tilts your face up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. 

“You here with me?" 

You nod, and that's all he needs before he tugs you forward by your hair, sealing your mouth with his in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It's filthy, possessive, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulls back just as swiftly.  

And then—SMACK. 

His palm meets your cheek with enough force to make your breath hitch, just sharp enough to snap you back into focus. 

“Fill your fuckin' mouth up.”

You sink down instantly, taking him between your lips with breathless little whimpers, your lashes fluttering as you suck him in deep. You pull back just enough to kitten lick along his length, teasing the flushed tip before swirling your tongue around it. Then lower—sucking his heavy balls into your mouth, your fingers lightly jerking the base of him.  

It's adorable in the most pathetic way—how easily you obey when you're usually all quiet fire and defiance. But like this? You're truly his.

Toji watches as you work him over—his cock glistening with your spit, your lips stretched around him. Then he takes himself in hand, slapping his length against your flushed cheek, dragging it over your lips with a filthy, wet sound.  

“Look at you," he grunts, voice rough with satisfaction.  

And he does look—drinking in the sight of your dark, caramel skin flushed raw, your pretty eyes swollen with tears, your lips parted and trembling. It makes him crave more.  

“C'mere," he growls suddenly, gripping your waist before flipping you both in one swift motion—your back now pressed to his chest, his thighs bracketing your head as he maneuvers you into a 69. 

The second you're settled, he buries his face between your thighs with a groan, his tongue devouring you. You gasp, trying to refocus, wrapping your lips around his cock again—but it's impossible to concentrate when he's sucking on your clit like he's starved, his tongue dragging hot and wet through your folds, slurping obscenely. Your hips jerk, back arching as pleasure zings through you, your forehead dropping against his hip as you whimper around him.  

“Focus, baby.”

He mutters this against your cunt—right before his hand comes down on your ass again, the sharp SMACK making you jolt.  A broken moan slips past your lips, and then you're bobbing your head faster, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him back into your mouth with desperate, sloppy devotion.  

And Toji?  

He just feasts—grunting, licking, taking—his fingers digging into your hips as he fucks his tongue inside you, making sure you feel every second of it.  

You don’t stand a chance.

The air is thick with the sound of skin on skin, your breath ragged and wet as you lose yourself in the rhythm of him. You move without thought, drunk on the taste of him, the weight of him on your tongue—both palms wrapped tight around the base of his cock, jerking him from root to tip in slow, filthy strokes. Your tits bounce with every movement, swaying heavy and lewd as you work him over in a way that’s downright pornographic, your body moving like it was made just for this.  

Toji’s hips twitch, his breath catching when you suddenly take just the head of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the swollen tip while your small hands take care of the rest. His head knocks back against the headboard with a low groan, his voice rough, strained, as he mutters something under his breath—half curse, half praise—before his hand comes down again, another sharp SMACK landing on your ass.  

“Edge of the bed. Now.”

You crawl there on shaky knees, face pressing into the blankets, ass up—presented, waiting—and before you can even brace yourself, he’s sinking into you, stretching you open in a way that punches a muffled whine from your throat. His fingers tangle in the nape of your hair, tugging just enough to make your back arch as he yanks you back onto him, filling you to the hilt with a single brutal thrust. Your face stays buried in the blankets, lips pouting, muffling little whimpers and breathless complaints—but they’re weak, half-hearted, lost in the haze of pleasure as he starts moving, fucking into you with rough, measured strokes.  

“Fussin’ just like Yumi," he growls, voice thick as you tuck your face deeper into the sheets, hiding the way your cheeks burn. 

“Tch—feet closer to your chest.”

He rasps this, voice gravel-scraped and impatient. You whimper but obey, knees pressing tight to your body, hips lifted higher—exposed, helpless. Then, in Japanese, sharp and commanding—

“Jibun no handan de ugoite kudasai.”

Move on your own. 

And you do.  

At first, it's slow—tentative—your hips rocking back and forth in small, uncertain motions, your body arching as you try to find the right angle. The sight of you like this—spread open, trembling, taking him—is obscene. Erotic in the rawest sense.  

His fingers snap once, sharply. Another order, another growled phrase—“Head up.” 

You just obey, lifting your face from the sheets, breath ragged as you look back over your shoulder at him.  

“If you don’t move, I’ll show you how I wanna’ be fucked.” 

You pout—lips trembling, eyes wet—but then you start moving again.  

Little bounces at first, your ass clapping lightly against his hips—gentle, testing. Then deeper. Faster. More. Until you’re fully fucking yourself on him, your body taking over, driven by instinct, by the need to please. His fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as you pant, as you whimper—  

“…M’sorry, baby." 

It slips out without thought, weak and breathless.  

Toji only grunts, “Yeah?” 

You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for. But you say it again, lips quivering. 

“M’sorry—"

You’re squirting. 

A hot, sudden gush, spilling around him without warning, your body convulsing as pleasure rips through you. The words turn into something else—deep, shuddering sobs, your voice breaking as you keep repeating it, "M’sorry, m’sorryyy...” 

Your husband? He could care less. 

Toji fucks you through it. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips snapping up to meet yours as you sob, as you tremble, as you fall apart. 

Because this? This is how he takes his anger out.

The world narrows to nothing but the brutal snap of his hips, the sound of skin meeting skin in sharp, wet slaps. Toji yanks your legs out from under you, planting your feet flat on the floor—forcing your spine into a deep arch, your ass tilted up just right for him to sink into you even deeper, each thrust punching the air from your lungs.  

You can’t help the noises that tear out of you—loud, broken, punched out moans that rise higher with every merciless drive of his cock. His fist tightens in your hair so everlasting, wrenching your head back as he growls above you, the sound rough and satisfied—because nothing pleases him more than hearing you unravel, your voice frayed beyond coherency.  

Your fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white—until he tsks, a single sharp sound of disapproval that has you scrambling to correct yourself before he can fuss. Arms straight back, wrists together, like you know what he wants without him even saying it.  His free hand wraps around both your wrists in one brutal grip, pinning them against the small of your back as he drives you into the mattress, fucking you so deep you squeal, high and desperate, your body jerking beneath him.  

“Fuckkkk…!” 

It’s a shriek, really—raw and guttural, your cunt gushing around him as he pistons in and out, his grunts syncing with your cries in a filthy, primal rhythm. He’s not gentle. Not close. Every snap of his hips is punishing, claiming, his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside you until you’re keening, your thighs shaking, your mind gone beneath the sheer intensity of it.  

And then—  

His rhythm stutters.  

A deep, guttural growl rips from his throat, his fingers tightening hard in your hair as he buries himself to the hilt, spilling inside you in thick, pulsing ropes. Your sounds drown his—whimpers, choked cries, the way your body clenches around him as if trying to milk every last drop.  

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of heavy breathing—his, yours—both ragged and uneven.  

Then he slowly pulls out, leaving you limp beneath him, your lower body trembling, your nerves still alight with aftershocks.  Toji catches his breath for a beat—just one—before he leans down over you, his voice rough but soft now, murmured against your ear in Japanese.  

“Daijōbudesuka?”

You alright? 

His hand cups your throat from behind, tilting your face toward his. And then—kisses. Tiny, chaste pecks against your swollen lips, one after another, as if checking that you’re still with him.  

You let out a breathless little giggle, your lashes fluttering.  

“Mmm...legs feel numb." 

He hums. 

“They should.” 

The moment his hands twist you around, your breath catches—but it melts into another light giggle as he scoops you up effortlessly, depositing you onto the bed like something precious. The sheets are cool against your overheated skin, a stark contrast to the burning imprint of his body still lingering on yours.  

And then he looks at you. 

His fingers slide through your hair again, slower this time, almost reverent, before his mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s startlingly gentle. You nudge your nose against his, affectionate, lingering, before you pull back just enough to murmur—  

“…‘Gonna have a better day at work tomorrow?" 

Sweet. Hopeful.  

Toji rumbles, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he presses a kiss to your forehead—“Already havin’ a better day now." 

Your eyes dilate at that, lashes fluttering as you whisper—"Really?" 

“Murder’s still in question for ‘them employees, though.” 

Your face falls immediately, lips pressing into a pout as you sigh, long suffering. Before you can protest, his palm lands on your thigh—a light, teasing smack—and then he’s pushing off the bed, leaving you sprawled there. You scramble to grab his discarded flannel, draping it over yourself like a makeshift shield before flipping your hair back with an exaggerated huff.  

“You’re hardheaded!” 

“Got a hard head, baby.” 

You suck your teeth. 

But then? he reappears in the doorway, Yumi cradled in his big arms. 

The whiplash of it nearly gives you an actual headache. One second, he’s got you bent over the bed, fucking you like you owe him money, and the next? He’s holding that Persian kitten like it’s spun glass, cooing at her in a voice three octaves higher than you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.  

You roll your eyes so hard you swear you see your own brain.  

“You don’t talk to me like that.”  

Toji ignores you, of course. Because why would he ever acknowledge the way your metaphorical tail is swishing back and forth in irritation? He’s too busy booping Yumi’s tiny pink nose, murmuring, “Momma’s the fussy one, isn’t she? Yeah?" 

“Boy, please. I don’t win the hot head award. You’re an overachiever for that score." 

He just smirks—smirks!—as he sets Yumi down on the bed, watching with that stupid, smug expression as she prances toward the headboard like the little princess she is, tail held high as she lets out a dignified Mrrow. 

One second you’re lounging there, all sass and post coital glow—the next, he’s on you, knocking you flat onto your back in the sheets with a oomph that dissolves into breathless giggles as you shove at his chest.  

“Go away!"

He doesn’t.  

“You know how much I love you?"

You tilt your head, pretending to think. 

“Not sure."

The air between you shifts—just for a heartbeat—from playful to something deeper, something heavier. His rough fingers catch yours, and he brings your hand up, pressing a slow, almost reverent kiss to the gold band on your finger. Against the metal, he murmurs something low and raw—something that sounds suspiciously like—“Mines forever." 

You sigh, but it's a warm sound, your fingers curling around his, intertwining like they were made to fit there. Playfully, you squeeze.  

“Hungry?"

He exhales through his nose, “Been thinkin' about those red beans all day."

You bat your lashes, feigning innocence. 

“I wasn't part of the meal plan?" 

His thumb drags over your pulse point as he leans in, breath hot against your ear, “You were the meal plan."  

Then, just like that, he's hauling you up—one arm under your thighs, the other bracing your back as he tosses you halfway over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You yelp, but your legs lock around his waist instinctively, arms looping his neck as he starts moving.  

“C'mon. I'm starvin'."

You press your lips to his jaw, nipping just to feel him tense—“You're starvin’, and you love me?" 

He grunts—but for him? It’s not a denial. It’s yes, a thousand times over. 

And just like that, the scene fades—into the quiet hum of domesticity, into love and passion and marriage with all its rough edges and sweet, stolen moments.  

[connieboo4u]

𝟏 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 ೃ༄

synopsis- here (im mad lateee but i hope yall still enjoy it)

7:25 pm

the lounge was pretty busy tonight, but not in a overwhelming way. everyone there was in their own world and minding their own business.

connie was really just hanging with some of his friends, some being his teammates, to get his mind off of the pressure of everything lately.

practice,training,upcoming games,interviews…

yea to say he wasn’t enjoying the little break they granted him was false. he needed this break if anything else. so what better way to to enjoy his free time than at lounge,couple of bottles, and no thoughts about the upcoming game he had in like….a week?!

he listened to his friends talk, letting a out couple laughs here n there. despite the lounge being laid back, connie remained high alert at his surroundings. making sure nobody recognized him in anyway, especially since some of the friends in his group is pretty high profile on their own.

earlier, connie had basically asked his security that was usually provided during his days out in more public areas, that he didn’t want the “global super star” treatment and told him to stay back this once so he can enjoy himself without the extra eyes. he was tired of being treated like justin bieber or some shit, he just wanted to play football and that was it.

“can’t you believe they got us going to an afterparty for a movie premiere?” one friend added to the conversation. “like i thought we were athletes..not actors?”

“i mean half of the time they got us acting in front of a camera too? i wouldn’t say it’s any different” connie shrugged in response. irritation clear in his tone, making the table agree and laugh.

but the more they talked, the more connie started zoning out.

but his attention was quickly caught by something.

or someone.

“PFFT YOU LYINGGG” your homegirl kiana laughing and clutching on to you after something you said. “ON EVERYTHINNG!!“ you said in between laughs while ya’ll walk towards the table with the rest of your friends. “his ass had no clue his side bitch was seeing his homeboy too”

“mann no wonder his ass was pissed off at that one party when they was talking.” kiana mentioned, now interlocking arms with you as yall walked through the lounge.

nobody really payed you and your friend any mind since the music was loud enough to drown the sounds of multiple people talking, and half of his table was still stuck in conversation.

but connie caught it.

okay maybe not the whole conversation, mainly just your voice, but the moment he looked up, it took him a while to look away.

shiiiiiiiaaatt you were so fucking pretty.

the way you smiled with your hg.

your laugh.

your voice.

the way your outfit and accessories complimented you to a tea.

y’all’s had brief eye contact as you passed by his table to get to your own. like very brief. damn there a blink. but shi, you looked at him? and he looked back at you too?

connie stared too long, eyes traveling on you as you make it to your friends table to sit down. and when one of homeboys followed his line of sight from his sudden wave of quietness . pheww his ass was

cooked

“ohhhh” his homeboy ony dragged out

”so you gon keep looking or…?”

connie couldn’t do nun shake his head and fight back a smile. “man chill out”

“nah nah- i ain’t tryna disrupt your sight seeing.” ony teased taking a sip from his cup.

“wasn’t gonna let you no way” connie said, side eyeing ony as he just teasingly smirked. “aye she is fine, so i’m on your side there..but”

connie gave him questioning look, making ony roll his eyes. “so you gon just sit here and watch her?.” ony said, taking a sip from his cup as connie debates his next move.

“i mean she with her hg? you want me to just barge in on they hangou-“ right when connie was speaking a man greets you and your hg and takes a seat.

ony gave a now what look towards connie after watching the interaction. “mmcht- man that could be they friend or some shit” connie muttered slightly irritated. but suddenly you wave your self off to your friend and get up, ony and connie watch carefully for your next move. and when you start walking towards the bar, connie could almost jump of joy and started to get up himself.

“aye con where you going?” one of his teammates asked beside him as connie watched you at the bar.

“to get a drink.” he muttered, barely glancing back at his friends. ony just laughed, sharing a knowing look with connie teammate. “ohhh so now you thirsty?” ony teased him.

this time connie just rolled his eyes with a smile at his teasing, and started walking towards the bar where you sat. he knew ony was just talking shi cause there were literally drinks at their table he’s barely touched.

but noo he want to drink next to the woman who barely even batted an eye his way all night.

and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do

ೃ༄

you starred at the menu trying to decide what to order, finally picking something and scrolling on your phone as you wait. kiana was still at a table behind you, but sitting by yourself for a couple seconds wasn’t an issue, as your hg gets lost in conversation with some dude she was excited about meeting up with

mindlessly scrolling on your phone waiting for your order you didn’t even realize the presence beside you.

“just a whiskey.”

a deeper voice next to you said, and when you turned to even catch a quick glance at who it was, the man was already looking your way.

connie made it all the way up to you. sat down next to you. watched you half of the night, and when he’s finally in your face…

he’s lost of words

“you uh- you been waiting long?”

he said glancing at the bar before looking back you at. you just huffed a sigh “not really, i just ordered actually.”

yeah connie actually knew that already, but hey whatever kicks starts a conversation right?

“besides, i’m giving my homegirl a couple minutes alone with her man that’s really not her man.” you say, glancing back at the two before fully turning your full attention to connie.

and you were not expecting the man sitting beside you to look the way he did.

his buzz cut slightly grown out a little and slightly curling at the nape of his neck, his hazel eyes were staring back at yours, he had white tee on that fitted him just right, along with a light beige jacket with matching light beige pants.

connie just let out an airy laugh at your statement, his dimples making an appearance with his smile.

oh he fine fine

but when connie eyes wandered to where your friend was he damn there choked on his spit. your homegirl was sharing lovey dovey eyes with someone off of another team he’s played. hell they’re basically rivals.

connie was mentally shaking his head before turning his attention back to you, “that’s nice, seems like they’re enjoying it.” he murmured teasingly, making you laugh a little.

“overly enjoying it, she doesn’t even know who he is for real.” you say shaking your head at the fact, while connie thinks twice about what you just said.

“so you don’t know who he is?” connie said, cause he’s sure pretty sure a good amount of people in this lounge knows exactly who that man was.

“nope. never seen or heard of him in my life” you said and connie just starred at you with a silent victory, because if you don’t know who he is….

“soft serve margarita for y/n?” a bartender called out, sliding your drink to you. “that will be me! thank you.” you said with a sweet smile. (i knowww yall seen them soft serve margaritas bro)

“that’s a cute name.” connie blurted out as you dipped a spoon in your drink. “thank you. that’s what my mama would like to hear” you said back making connie bite back a smile, “and your name?” you asked him as the bartender came to give him his drink.

“whiskey for con- hey don’t you-“

“thanks man.” connie cut him off and gave the bartender a silent look that screamed not now, and with that the bartender went the opposite way

“it’s Connie”

he responded to your question before you could comment on the blunt interruption. and there was a beat of silence after he said it, and he was slowly losing hope in his quick conclusion.

“connie..” you repeated his name out loud. “so like..is that short for something..or?..”

then you don’t know who he is.

and to say the least.

his prayers have been answered

“nah. just connie.”

connie felt like someone should pinch him right now, as this moment was too good to be true.

ೃ༄

the more you two talked the more connie created a more simple identity. something that screamed connie but without all of the glamour of fame.

“sooo you mean to tell me you chaperoning for your hg and there’s no type of double date?” connie questioned you as he took another spoonful of his soft serve margarita you convinced him to get as well.

you just silently shook your head yea, while connie stared at you for a good minute. “so..no dude gon come around this corner n try n beat my as-“

“nobody gon touch you connie. ian got a man. how many times i gotta say that?” you cut him off making him before he can start, causing him to laugh at you.

“first off, yo secret man wouldn’t be able to touch me” connie said with sass, making you laugh. the sound filled connie’s ears with pride, as he’s the one who got it out you. connie was about to zone out again, but this time right.in.front.of.you

the beat of silence of connie being in deep though had you confused.

“uh connie?”

“do you understand how pretty you are ᧔.❀.᧓ ?” connie said right after you, almost cutting you off but still giving your concern a chance to get out.

“boy wha-?”

“i’m just saying” connie shrugged with a smug smile making its way across his face in hopes of covering up how wrapped around your finger he is. “cause i know if i was given the chance to be anything, i would take it” said looking at you as your eyes shyly averted to the slightly empty glass in front of you.

connie leaned his head down to try and catch your pretty eyes again. “baby, look at me.” connie murmured. when you finally glanced up, letting your face rest in the palm of your hand as your elbow sits on the bar island. “so this ain’t your chance?”you asked curiously, making connie immediately lock tf in.

“only if you give me one” he simply responded not letting up on his opportunity.

well shit.

“alr then.” and with that connie got up to his full height, putting his hand out for you to grab. letting the conversation take y’all anywhere throughout the lounge.

ೃ༄

you and connie were now walking around the lounge chatting amongst each other. getting to know each other a little more, each new discovery about each other shocking the both of you.

yall settled on the outside area where it’s a bit more quiet, but still different conversation going on around you both.

 and the more you glanced around the room you could spot more couples in each other spaces in every corner of the room. you mentally laughed at the position you and connie were both in currently.

his arm was currently resting behind you on the back of the couch, thighs at a respectful distance, as you both find a comfortable silence that wouldn’t last for long. he was scrolling on his phone checking something before his phone ringed and he quickly declined it. and the caller wasn’t a scam call.

you noticed that, but didn’t bring it up.

“this feels a lot like love island”  you said suddenly making his head turn to you.

“love island?” 

“yesss” you reponded “youn see all these different couples damn there breathing on each other like they just met the love of their life 3 hours ago??”

connie looked around the room to see what you were talking about. in one corner a couple was making out, another corner two people were holding hands as they talk to each other, rest of the room area was a mix of that and normal interactions. connie guessed the setting out here felt a little romantic??

“soooo, the whole show be like this?” connie asked after taking in the touchy couples and glancing back at you, his mouth already set on saying some bs as he wait for your response.

“ i mean the show probably worse, but you get the gist of it” you said leaning back, his arm grazing the back of your neck. connie just hummed in response.

“soo what...you tryna couple up with me? I mean with all the lovey dovey island shi goin on i thin-“ 

“boy-“ you cut him off laughing. “your so- no.”

he just shrugged “shi- you brought it up?” he said in defense, which made you turn to him to point a playful finger at him 

“I said it felt like love island. aint say nothing about me.” connie leaned down to yout finger, acting as if he was about to bite it before you yanked it away. 

“AYE-“

“mhmm.” connie’s phone started ringing again, his personal team manager at that. but right now he is connie with no relations to football, nor trying to insert that in his head during his down time. especially with you. but you’re already growing a little suspicious about his phone ringing.

you just rolled your eyes at him “that’s exactly why you would get voted off.” you said, making him show a mock of offense. “ you would be right behind me if that’s the case” connie said, making you disagree immediately. “uhnt uhnttt. atleast i don’t ignore people” you responded, connie just gave you a confused facial expression 

“what you mean???” he said after hitting decline on his phone to stop the ringing for the third time.

“how many times you gon decline that call hm?” you asked, connie just smoothly slides his phone back into his pants pocket and shrugs “mann- im sure they didn’t want nothing..besides ion wanna interrupt our conversation.”

you deadpanned at his response as he just stares at you, as if his eyes read

what you want me to do?

“ okay. well what about when the bartender was tryna say some earlier?” You questioned making him raised an eyebrow at you. “uhh..what they was tryna say?”

you just rolled your eyes “yea you getting voted off immediately” connie was about to respond before his phone ranged again, you were just staring at him  and motioning him to answer his phone. Connie just answers and raises the phone to his ear

“yooo?” 

“Ive been trying to get a hold of you for 2 hours! did you not see my text about-“ but connie’s manager was cut off by him in attempts of cutting the convo short

“I’ll check it in a few”

“HEY? what’s with the rush- im literally trying to help cover your ass about YOUR training, for YOURRR big game coming up. would you rather get scolded by me or cussed out by your coach?”

of course connie mentally thought as he held the phone to his ear, mindlessly listening to his manager go off in a very professional manner despite connie’s dismissive mood.

“I didn’t forget!, I promise you, I’ll look at the message.” he said in hopes she would drop the soccer conversation all together. his slight frustration not going un noticed by you, but you busy yourself with the anything but him as he talks on the phone.

“ I know this isn’t your favorite part of the job. just when you get a chanc-“

“I know.” he just simply said making his manager sigh and say her goodbyes. she knew how over connie was with the media and soccer promo for the upcoming game, but was it really that bad?

connie put his phone back in his pocket and for once tonight he was snapped back into reality about his chaotic and time consuming life.

“you okay?..” you asked looking at him, his eyes snapping back towards your face. “I am now that I’m off the phone you wanted me to answer sooo bad” he teased making you playfully push his shoulder.

and suddenly connie felt back at peace. there was no way he was letting you get far. not after tonight.

maybe he could tell you his true identity and you’ll be okay with it? maybe this could be more than what it is? or maybe his grand idea is just him being delusional.

“can I tell you something?” connie asked, maybe the drinks were giving him a foreign confidence? or better yet you were.

“yea what’s up??” you said waiting for his next words. for a moment connie opened his mouth and closed it in the same beat.

Helllll no. He was definitely still a little nervous. there’s no way you would just go with it …or would you? connie just say it. i’m in sports, that was actually my publicist blowing up my phone, your homegirl date is a total loser, and i don’t know how long i can control myself befor-

“I pla-“

suddenly his words were cut short when your hg and her date came aka his rival walking outside. hand in hand. “GIRL you ready to go? It is getting a little late.”

yea. this shit couldn’t get any worse till now.

now you and connie stood in front of the two. you and kiana were completely oblivious to the connection the two men had.

now the two men stood in front of each other. kiana was tucked under the man who’s name you can’t remember, meanwhile connie had his hands in his pockets while you stood next to him.

“yea if you’re ready to leave we can.” you said glancing at the two that are attached to the hip. kiana’s date glanced at you and then looked at connie, who was already trying to figure out how to handle whatever his rival was about to say. but his rival had other plans.

“didn’t think ill run into you tonight.” his rival said, making connie nod his head slowly as he can already see that his rival has already read the room about you both being clueless about the messy connection the two have.

“oh yea?..” connie said in a dry curious tone making the man in front of him huff a laugh at the calm irritation building up in connie.

“yeah.” the man said with a smirk. “besides it’s good to have a little down time once in a while right?” the man said making connie just hum in response. you and kiana felt the vibe change as you both share glances. connie could see his friends watching him from afar, as they all knew the tension could possibly get worse.

“well it was good seeing you connie.” his rival said as he can feel connie’s friends burning multiple holes through the back of his head. “you too.” connie responded back as he watches the man get ready to turn to leave as kiana follows behind him muttering she will be at the door when you were ready as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“uhh should i be concerned?? what was all that about? you didn’t tell me you knew him.” you said in a whisper to him as all his mental irritation starts to fade as he looks down at you. “i didn’t realize i knew him till after the fact. but it’s all good either way.” connie said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly because out of all people why did he have to run into him out of all times.

“mmcht okay then.” you said before you both started to slowly walk towards the entrance. but every step was slow in attempt of saving the little moment yall had. “ also, what were you trying to tell me earlier?” you asked making him halt his steps, halting your own after noticing the tiny distance.

“uhm it wasn’t anything major for real.” connie said, lying through his teeth as he watched you squint your eyes curiously at him. “you sure? it sounded kinda important…ish?” you try to reopen the conversation again.

“i was just wondering if ill ever see you again.” connie muttered lowly, looking down at you with a glimpse of hope and a story he will never hear the end of to tell if anything from this night make it out these lounge doors. his confidence daring to shrink the longer you drag the silence between you to out, until you started laughing, making him confused but still hanging on to his chance even though he feels that he’s slightly made a mysterious fool out of himself tonight.

“no i wanna end whatever connection we got” you said in a dramatic mock tone, watching as the sheepish grin makes its way to his face.

“of course. i would like that.” you tell him in a genuine tone, which makes him takes his phone out as you do the same to exchange numbers. with the exchange part going well, connie mentally feels like hit the jackpot after retrieving his phone from you and giving yours back. “soo.. see you soon?” connie says as he watches your phone glow with a phone call. “yea.” you say as you both start to stand lingering infront of each other before bursting into a mutual laugh.

connie leaned down to give a simple kiss on your head and a quick hug that filled your nose with his cologne before you both parted ways and you made your way to the door where kiana waited for you at. kiana and you shared a look before giggling outside the lounge.

ೃ༄

the car ride from the lounge was mostly a big debrief about the two boys of the night. “i don’t know girlll i think you should get on that! i meannn he definitely didn’t waste a minute getting on you.” kiana said as she drove to place you were both staying at since this was a girls trip between the two of you. who would’ve known the boy she spontaneously met on a dating app would’ve also possibly help spark something in your love life.

“he’s sweet, i just need to get to know him more i think” you say as kiana rolled her eyes before a thought popped in her head “that is true… cause how does my man know your man?” now it was your turn to roll your eyes

“he’s not my man-“

“soon to be husband.”

there wasn’t a point of arguing with kiana. but the question did have you wondering. connie was acting a little weird you guessed? but them knowing each other and the tension..?? yea now that was something to question about.

as you and kiana made it back and settled in, heels somewhere on the floor and outfits exchanged for something for comfortable. the both of you chit chat about each other interactions at the lounge.

“these pictures are so cuteee.” kiana says referring to the pictures you both took before going to the lounge. “girl yesss we need to post them” and before you knew it you and kiana were picking out yalls favorite pictures to post. but as you open instagram and post the pictures tagging kiana as she did the same on her page, you stopped mid scrolling as a suggested account with a very familiar name pops up.

“girl i think i just found his insta? i think it’s probably cause his number in my phone or??” you say turning the phone towards kiana as her eyes shine with excitement “CLICK IT?! we can literally see what type of person he is if he has any post” and as you hesitated, kiana snatched your phone and clicked it for you.

but her expression is what scared you cause her smile dropped a little, her facial expression turning more into a shocked one. “GIRL WHAT IS IT? you’re not saying anything?!?” you ask her, daring to peak at your phone and see.

“i mean it’s definitely him. BUT YOU COULDVE TOLD ME HE WAS IN SPORTS?!” she says and that made you give her a questioning look cause what? before you can ask kiana turned the phone towards you. “girl he’s like big time i think!? i’m not into sports like that but im pretty sure this is like big right? i mean look at his followers!” the bright screen couldn’t be more clear and the way he was acting started to make a little sense. his page was filled with event post, training videos, interviews your assuming was from the different events.

this was too much to unfold in a couple seconds about a man you just met out of pure convenience

suddenly your phone vibrated with a text from him as it was in kiana’s hand while you both freak out sitting on the couch of the condo you both rented out for this trip. you guys weren’t gonna be here long and now your telling me the guy that kept me company half of the night is a whole soccer player…and said nothing.

in all honesty you didn’t know what to do or if you should open his message. “girl- hey look at me! we’re gonna figure this out.” kiana handed your phone “text him back and tell him you made it home.” and you did tell him and handed your phone back to her as she just laughed “mannn- this explains EVERYTHING. wait what about your date? didn’t he tell you he was in sports too at one point” you questioned kiana as she leaned back into the couch as if she figured out the last piece to a mystery “he did but never clarified which one..” she trailed off before looking at you “what if their both in soccer? and that’s why they had that weird exchange?”

you nodded in agreement because i mean what else would it be? “i would assume unless it’s deeper than we think? we won’t know nothing until something is said.” you added as kiana thought in silence before coming up with an idea

“let’s plan a date at the same place and confront them.” you knew kiana had wild ideas and this one had you a little nervous.

“BITCH HELL NO!” “BITCH HELL YES!”

you and kiana stared at each other before you groaned and leaned back into the couch “i like the idea but this can get messy fastttt” you huffed a sigh “shit and? they had a chance to explain” kiana said, which was true. “you’re right. both they asses can go down if they want to.” you and kiana both laugh “OR! what if we see how long it takes for them to tell us?” you mention another idea that has kiana taping her chin in deep thought “now THATS messy” kiana said making you both burst into laughter

“bitchhh nobody would believe the shit that happened today if we told em.” kiana says as she gets up and prep for bed as you do the same “that’s why this whole situation will be perfect for 2 truths and 1 lie.” and the idea sparked both of your heads before you knew it before you both burst into screams “BITCHHH we should do that as a game when we get them in the same room!!!” kiana says as you beam at her idea “YESSSS” you both eagerly got ready for bed (in reality to stay up and plan this bs) and prepare for the eventual idea to take place

either yall were both messy…or this girls trip was about to be the most memorable trip yet

but one game won’t hurt?

right..?!

gon head n cuss me out for the wait 🥲 but i hope yall enjoyed this as i wrote it a while back while adding to it. i honestly don’t know wtf i wrote 💔

yk how you get obsessed with another fandom and start reading and do more reading than writing + enjoying summer before your next college semester starts? 😭yaaaa that was me and apologize😣

hopefully i didn’t miss too much over here cause my ahh been watching love island and binge watching all these new prime shows LMFAOO likeee what yall been up to?? also somebody tell tumblr to give the side blogs the same features as main blog like wth🙄

my lil ask me box is open so yk talk to me, ask me questions, im also open to other fandoms just lmk which ones you wanna see and i’ll lyk if ive heard of them.

xoxo💋

[buckysgirlll]

just a kind reminder that i am BLACK. so i will always imagine my fem!reader as BLACK.

mwahh 💋

[keraawrites]

…No bars💋

[onlyfanfictasies]

how you like your men, dominant and submissive

one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.

“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.

you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.

it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.

“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—

you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.

you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”

he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.

“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.

your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.

you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.

your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words

“still wanna go to that party?”

you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”

just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.

editors note: we like? 😓 draft has been rotting

my masterlist

©onlyfanfictions don’t steal my work i spend a lot of time on every single thing i make, i hardly have the brainpower to make it lol. no ai thank you.

[doviled]

fwb higuruma is jealous of your growing relationship with nanami.

higuruma knows he has no right to feel jealous. he was the one to set the terms when you first got together, to ensure you both stayed just on the right side of casual. you’re not dating, you’re not committed, you’re not anything more than friends that fuck occasionally. it’s all he’d allow himself. it’s all he thought he needed from you, until nanami kento came into the picture.

the shift occurs seemingly overnight. one day, you’re fucking casually and laughing together right after. you stay the night, you have breakfast together, and he leaves for work with the evidence of your exploits carved into his back while his passion blooms across your skin. the next, you’re leaving as soon as you’ve come.

the first time it happens, he feels like he could be sick. you’ve just hooked up after a stressful day at work, and he finally can relax. finally, because he doesn’t realise quite how relaxing your presence is until you’re immediately sitting up, shaking your legs and arching your back on a long stretch.

“same time next week?” you ask conversationally. he stares, startled, and only thinks to nod as he watches you dress quickly. you’re not usually so quick to dress—most of the time, you both lounge naked in bed until the sun rises.

“got somewhere to be?” hiromi replies after a moment, brows furrowed in confusion.

you flash him a grin. “yeah. i have a date with that guy i told you about—nanami kento?”

nanami kento. the name quickly becomes the bane of his existence. more than the righteous anger of his job, more than the minor annoyances of daily inconveniences, that name pisses him off. it’s like a two-word trigger to ruining his day. the name nanami kento escapes your beautiful lips, and he’s forced to seethe in anger until the next time he gets you in his bed.

nanami kento takes over your life. higuruma learns about him slowly through quick asides and brief mentions. nanami is your age, he’s blonde, a business man that still makes time for you, a gentleman that always pays for you on dates. he buys you flowers, he opens the door for you, he lends you his jacket at the slightest shiver. he’s the picture-perfect boyfriend, and he’s clearly trying to get his teeth on you.

nanami kento drags you out of hiromi’s bed before the sun rises. he encroaches on your time together. you’ll be with hiromi, ranting about something that interests you, just to be interrupted by a text from nanami kento. you’ll be mid makeout and be called by nanami kento. you’ll be freshly fucked, breathless and lazy, then pick up your phone because you have plans with kento for dinner.

your time together is coming to a close. he knows it is. this nanami kento may be perfect, but there’s no world in which he’d be okay with you staying so close to a hook up. even when you both insist you’re just friends with benefits, he knows you’ve always toyed the line of something more. you’re too open, too vulnerable. twice a week, you fall into bed together. you fuck, you calm down with a leisurely make out and slow conversation, then you spend the night spooned in his arms. you wake together in the morning, share a quiet breakfast, and kiss each other on your way out his door to begin your commute to work together. you’re all but dating already.

so hiromi knows that sooner or later, he’ll be left behind in favour of a brighter prospect. why wouldn’t you? nanami kento is actually willing to commit, to give you more than vague promises of a potential future.

(but you keep going back to bed with him. what does it mean? how do you wake up in bed with him, spend your day with the perfect kento, then return home—no, not home, never home—to hiromi once more?)

he knows it’s his fault. wasn’t higuruma the one to set the terms of your arrangement? didn’t he say he wasn’t looking for anything serious? he knows he only has himself to blame. these are the consequences of his own actions.

yet, he watches as nanami kento visits you at work. he looks at you pulling nanami kento into a hug as you greet him, arms looping around the man’s neck as his hands rest respectfully on your waist, and he thinks: that should be me.

[nieceeee]

Heyyyyy!!!!can we plz have another eren, Connie, and ony x reader??? They are just soo good every single time u make them

“You better get her before I do.” Connie growls. You stand behind Eren, using his body as a shield. Eren’s brow pull together as he looks back at you. “What the hell is going on?” He says. His protective nature getting the best of him. “Uh uh. Don’t do that. She been being a brat all damn day.” Connie says to him. “You been being bratty today mamas? Why Connie chasing you?” Eren says softly, turning to pull you from behind him. “Rennie. I’m innocent.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes.

His eyes narrow slightly. “What did you do baby girl?” You gnaw on the inside of your lip. “Yeah bunny. Tell Eren what you did at the mall today.” They both stare at you. “I didn’t do anything.” You roll your eyes, your arms cross over your chest. “Exactly. You decided to throw a damn tantrum about that coach bag and did nothing.” Connie starts before turning his attention to Eren. “She sat down on the bench. She wouldn’t walk, talk to me, or eat. Her ass ain’t ate all damn day. And we at the register at the other store, she got the nerve to pay for her own shit. THEN she opens her own doors the whole way to the car and home.” He tells it all.

Eren blinks looking from you to Connie and back to you. “Oh you were cutting up today huh?” Eren says firmly. “Don’t take his side!” You pout in agitation. “I don’t want to hear it.” Connie chimes back in. “You know how we feel about you and taking care of you. And you know you’re supposed to take care of yourself too. I told you I would get you the bag after you actually ate something.” You roll your eyes again. “I wasn’t hungry. And we were already in the damn store. You could’ve just gotten it.” Your lips snap shut at your mistake. “Excuse me?” A deep voice calls from behind you and sends a chill down your spine. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was. “Since when do we start cussing at each other.”

“I’m sorry. I was just upset.” You try to backtrack. Connie and Eren look to one another and then turn to the man leaning in the doorway with his arms folded. Out of the three of them, Ony was no nonsense when it came to two things. Your care and disrespect. And you managed to check both of those boxes in one day.

He lifts his hand slowly gesturing you forward. Hesitantly, you walk until you’re standing in front of him, eyes looking up into his. "You gone explain to me why you acting out of character today?" he starts. "I was just a little upset Onya." your heart thumps in your chest. You know the look he was giving you. "No, you're frustrated because you haven't fueled your body and decided to take it out on everybody else. You know you're supposed to eat before you even step out the door. Then you acting up with Connie and cussing and some more. This the timing we on?" He stands all the way up. "No." you speak softly.

"Connie, order some food for us. She will be back to apologize in about 2 hours." Ony speaks over you. "Ony..." you start "Nah, you wanted to clown. Now you about to come up here and get some act right. And when I'm done with you, you gone come down here and apologize. Now go." he says. You shuffle your way up the stairs. Energy sizzling under your skin. Ony turns and follows you up the steps. "All she had to do was listen." Connie says picking up the phone to order food. "She'll be sore for about 2 days." Eren chuckles. They sit down on the couch and boot up the game, both men knowing exactly the way Ony was about to teach you a lesson...

since yall liking the trio so much lol I figured I could write more for them. Let me know what yall want!

[sacratiti]

nanami and his ravenous wife

pt༝1

well into retirement, nanami thought your bottomless sexual appetite would dwindle. (un)fortunately for him, it's done quite the opposite.

your body has long since given up on the idea of having children, yet your libido hasn't. much to your joy, your husband can still breed you to your hearts content.

you flop onto your back, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling. musk and sex still cling to the air like glue, just how you like it. his release is still dripping out of you in ropes. warm and full, melting into the bed, your husband still finds the energy to fuss over you.

"are you not sore?" nanami asks, worry etched across his face. for the past hour, he's been bending you every which way, filling you up in hopes that it "takes," as you say.

"nope. in fact, i can go another round." the wiggle of your eyebrows isn't missed by him. he scoffs in your face, pulling you snug into his arms on the bed.

"no more sex for you, missy. we've got brunch plans and you need sleep."

you push him away with no real force behind it. at the end of the day, whatever he says goes, even if your ovaries are desperately begging against it.

"i'm still surprised that you've got so much stamina."

"what? and you haven't got any, mr three rounds in a row?"

he blushes immediately, trying (and failing) to hide his face in the pillows. "that wouldn't have happened if you hadn't begged for it. you know i can't say no to you."

"so you saying 'i fucking love bree—" a pillow to the face cuts you off. "sorry, i was adjusting the sheets." the slightest quirk of his lip tells you he's smiling. if it weren't for years of coexisting, you wouldn't have noticed.

"—ding yu' was ah fihment 'f my imagjinashun?" you giggle when he clasps a hand over your mouth. "how about we stop talking for a little while, hm?"

and you stay like that for hours— limbs tangled together, enjoying his embrace. you're still not totally fucked out, and nanami could surely go for a couple more rounds, but for now, you're two tired souls making the most of a lazy sunday evening.

masterlist | @orangethecarrotcoloredpaperred

a/n: more older reader x older character pls. also i wrote this for both retirement/ old age and breeding prompts of nanami week AND this is a continuation of an older drabble. look at me go

[percstarz]

𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌. 𝗈𝗇𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗇.

𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌：𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾．

You had hit up your favorite plug, Ony. You were in need of some more weed and you just wanted to see him.

There had always been tension between the two of you. He would always flirt and you would entertain him. Y’all chilled together often, a few of those times leading to you and him in the back of his car locking lips. You weren’t really sure what your relationship with him was, but you knew he would come through any time you called. You were special like that.

Sitting in your mirror, you were touching up your hair when you got his text that he was outside. You slid on some slides and made your way to your front door to let him in. He was standing there and he looked good like he always did, crisp white tee that hugged his arms just right, low sitting gray sweats that allowed you to see his calvin klein waistband. He towered over you and you loved it.

He spread his arms waiting for you to appear in them. You gave him a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist as he put his face in your neck. “ ‘missed you mama. you look good, smell real nice.” Your voice was soft, “ i missed you too.” After embracing for a while, the two of you separated and he came inside. Ony loved coming to visit you, the pretty girl who he loved to smoke with. He wished that yall could figure out what y’all were doing, he liked you and it was clear you liked him. You were the only person who could get anything you wanted from him even if you didn’t know it. Even though it wasn’t in his plans, he was gon figure it out tonight.

He walked in behind you, eyes racking up and down your body. He bit his lip as he wished you would officially be his girl. You walked into the kitchen, Ony following close behind you. “You want something to eat or drink ‘fore we smoke?” you turned to face him, looking up at his face. His hands ghosted over your waist before finally settling there. “nah i got somethin’ to eat right here in front of me.” You quickly looked away from him, avoiding his eyes. Eye contact with Ony was always dangerous, it always led to him somehow ending up deep inside you and in your bed. You lightly smacked his chest “boy move around.” He let out a deep laugh that made your stomach flip.

“im being for’real but you keep playing wit’ me.” His thumbs rubbed slow circles into your hips as he looked at you. Your hands landed on his forearms, looking up at him “Ony go roll the damn blunt and stop tryna get in my pants.”

30 minutes later, the two of you are passing a beautifully rolled blunt back and forth. a mix of bryson tiller, party, and more are playing lowly in the background. y’all had been talking the whole time like usual. you had your legs in his lap, his hand rubbing slowly up your leg. it was a comfortable silence in the air as he enjoyed your company.

“So what you been up to mama?” Ony asked you as he leaned back on your couch. “not much, you know me, school and home.” you replied looking over at him. “what about you?” you reached over grabbing his hand, playing with his fingers. “same old, same old. living life. you need to stop being cooped up in the house.” he looked over at you, giving you a quick up and down. “boy boo, what is there for me to do? im not tryna be out all the time.” you said with a little laugh.

“you know you can always come wit’ me.” he said, giving you a smirk. you side eyed him, not trying to smile, “and why would i do that?”

he glanced over, admiring you. “what’re you looking at me for?” you asked with a giggle. he raised an eyebrow with a small smile on his face. “what? i cant look at you now?”

the two of you were just sitting there looking at each other for what felt like forever but was most likely a few seconds. “c’mere mama.” and before you could even react, he was pulling you closer to him. you were now basically sitting in his lap. “what was that for?” you questioned.

He gave you a shrug, “wanted you closer to me, s’all.” he looked down at you. You turned your head trying to not let him see you smile but that was stopped when you felt his hand under your chin. he turned your head back towards him. you felt the energy in the room shift as he looked at you. your hands slowly snaked up his chest to rest behind his neck before you pulled him down into a slow, deep kiss.

The kiss was slow yet tense, yall hadn’t seen each other in weeks, you had subconsciously missed him. His hands came up your thighs, gripping your hips trying to control himself. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers caressing the back of his head.

He grabbed your ankle, pulling you on top of him. The two of you pulled away from the kiss breathing heavy. Your hands had landed on his chest and his had found their place back on your hips. “ony… im not tryna keep doing this. i don’t even know whether you fucking wit’ other bitches.” you crossed your arms, looking him dead in his eyes. “mama you know me, you the only girl im fucking wit. i don’t even move like that. i been tryna get you to be my girl, you ain’t notice?” your facade slowly cracked under the surface. The sincerity in his deep voice, the look in his eyes, just him as a person. “i noticed. i always thought you were just a sweet talker so i tried not to fall for it.” “a sweet talker? ion even talk to people like that, you the main person i talk to other than the guys. i just want you to take me serious.” his hands ran up and down your thighs, his eyes never leaving your face.

There was a small silence between the two of you, the words said hanging in the air.

“let me show you how serious i am mama.”

less than 10 mins later you were sprawled out in your bed, clothes discarded throughout your room, ony’s shirt tossed somewhere. he was in between your legs, making you see stars. his tongue making slow circles around your clit as two of his fingers curled inside of you. “o-ony.. fuck.” you whined out. he looked up at you, eyes low as his mouth stayed attached to you. he let out a deep hum, vibrating through your body. “come on mama stop movin’. “

he continued his assault on your clit, his actions speeding up as he felt you squeeze him. your body froze as your back arched off the bed. “oh my- fuckkk” your hands flew to try and push Ony off of you. he reached up and intertwined your hands with his. after a few more seconds he came up, the bottom of his face covered with your fluids. you were breathing heavily, legs sprawled out.

“you good? we just getting started.”

one of your legs were folded to your chest, the other as he lined himself up. he slowly slid in feeding you inch after inch. your hands were on his biceps, nails digging in. “shittt there you go let me in baby.” when he finally bottomed out inside you, you swore you could see a bulge at the bottom of your stomach. he slowly pull back a little before sliding right back into you. you let out a whine and that only encouraged him to start moving. he was feeding you nice, even strokes. you were whining out his name, hands gripping any part of him that you could. “onyyyy baby faster please.” you begged him. “i gotchu pretty.”

your other leg was folded to your chest right before he started drilling you at an insane pace. it was like he knocked the wind out of your lungs. all that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping together, ony’s deep voice, and your moans and whines. he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even get a word out. “you still think i’m playin wit you?” all you could do was let out a broken moan in response. “n-no!” ony’s eyes took in the whole image of you. big, watery eyes looking up at him like he was the only thing in the world, lips swollen from kissing, the hickeys on your neck he had purposely placed to claim you and then his eyes flicked down. looking at where the two of you were connected, your pussy swallowing up his dick, the wet sounds it made as he went in and out of you. he couldn’t get enough, there was no way he was finna come up off of you now. you were his girl no matter what.

just when you thought his pace couldn’t get any faster, it did. his hands moved from holding up your legs to your hips and he started jack rabbiting you. “oh-oh- my godddd ony don’t stop please”

your moans were like music to his ears and he had no intention to stop listening. he quickly flipped you over onto your stomach before slipping back in. he pressed his hand into your back, forcing you to hold your arch. “hold it just like that for me mhm, so fuckin’ pretty.” he couldn’t resist you, no matter how hard he tried. he was fucking the shit outta you, you were dick dumb at this point. “you my girl? you not going nowhere right?” he asked you, slightly slowing down the pace. “y-yes ony! im your girl!” your hand reached back, trying to slow him down but that did nothin as he grabbed it. intertwining your fingers with his once more as he held it to your back.

“you not going nowhere mama, you mine.”

you couldn’t hold on much longer, your body was about to snap. “shitt im finna cum, ony fuck!” he kept fucking you at that pace, hitting that specific spot till the both of you came at the same time. “yeaa let me have it mama, let it out.”

you slumped forward as ony fell beside you. he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead. “you know i meant everything i said right?” he asked you, wanting confirmation that it wasn’t just in the moment for you. “ony are you being serious wit me? you really want me to be your girl?” you replied back, looking up at him sleepily. “mama how much more serious i gotta be? i want you to be my girl for real.”

“then yes.” you said laying your head back into his chest. “imma take you on a real nice date tomorrow i promise. now sleep pretty.” he placed one final kiss on your lips before drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.

[knsecretary]

Such a lack of Ony fics, I'm about to start posting again

[paperellina]

WE NEED MORE SASSY READER!! I REQUEST A FIC OF HER WALKING HIM LIKE A DOG AGAIN PUH LEASEEE I LOVE YOU!!

walking your man toji like a dawg!! (older toji x chubby/sassy reader)

toji knew he was in deep fucking shit before he even unlocked the front door. it was well past midnight, the apartment was dark, quiet so that he could hear the keys jingling in his own hand while he eased the lock open, already planning how he was gonna sneak through the hallway without waking you.

he had a plan that he would take his boots off by the door, shower quick, side into bed, and deal with the consequences tomorrow.

the hallway light was turned on. and fuck, you were already standing there.

lttle nightgown brushing your calves, arms folded tightly across your chest, looking far too good to be nearly as terrifying as you actually were. you were literally glaring daggers at him.

toji stopped dead in the doorway, shoulders still half turned toward the front door, and let out the smallest sigh imaginable. "...baby." he drawled, his voice gruff.

you didnt answer, you walked over, reached up, grabbed him clean by the ear, and yanked him down until he was forced to lean toward you.

"fuck!-" he grumbled, immediately wincing as you tugged harder. your free hand came up and smacked him square over the head. smacking him so much that he couldnt count it. each smack sharp enough to sting his pride more than anything else while he just stood there taking it, one enormous hand rubbing uselessly at the ear you refused to let go of.

"aight- aight, fuck!" he responded, trying not to laugh because he knew itd make everything worse. "girl, y'gonna knock whats left of my damn brain loose."

you finally opened your mouth, your voice low and menacing.

"you." smack. "didnt" smack. "fucking." smack. "text" smack. "me." smack.

he winced, clicking his tongue, his eyes narrowing down at you. god you were cute, but so goddamn terrifying. "aye, baby...i was busy." he tried to say. hed probably attempt to grab you by the waist and kiss that frown off your face.

you smacked him again.

you turned and walked away without another word, disappearing back toward the bedroom while toji stood in the hallway for another few seconds, quietly rubbing the back of his head before following after you like he was quite literally walking to his own excecution.

by the time he had showered and climbed into bed, you were already lying on your side with your back to him, blankets tucked neatly around you while your phone glowed softly in the dark. the room stayed completely silent except for the video playing through your speakers.

"welcome back." said the video, "today were going to be talking about how to divorce your husband..."

toji froze halfway beneath the blanket, he looked at the phone, and then at the back of your head.

you didnt acknowledge him. you simply watched with quiet concentration, and every so often, just as he started thinking maybe you werent actually serious, youd glance over your shoulder with the flattest, most unimpressed expression imaginable before turning back to the video again.

toji was at a loss for words.

he just layed there stiff as a baord on his side of the bed, hands folded over his stomach, staring up at the ceiling while the woman on your phone cheerfully explained legal shit. every few minutes youd shoot him another long, silent look over your shoulder, and every single time hed already be looking anywhere else, suddenly fascinated by the ceiling fan, the curtains, the wall, anything except your eyes.

he wasnt scared of much, but god was he scared of yoh.

a/n: LAST POST BEFORE JAPAN YALL!@!!!!! IM SO GEEKED.

taglist: @@jjakeysheart @rkivesvs7 @c6choso @shea354 @kiwicherry04 @choco-chipp @tojibunnyy @tojisgdgirl @xoxocherrybabyy @dearwyn @pigtaileddolliee @tojiful @heartcandyslxt @lisabelhyhn @chaeisrichnow @chewiebee @tojisfiancee @retiredpanda @bbvvvy @princesplatano @jaehyunsleftnut @lightandfuryauthor @fysalia @alinacoke @ssrist @bl1ndv3lvet @lisa200976 @vheartsfushi @amarislovesmcdonalds @1ana22 @cherrieslovess @arcanehellokittyforlife69 @lov-3-x @str4wb3rrylife @whoiskaykay @sugurusbun @tojioppshotta @yumyumyu @yvesapple4 @733164 @peonysecret @pr1ncessthug @magicalpeenpoo @unknownowlbokutoswifeyy @eepynataly @bowiesprettieststar2 @bagleaf @lacedwithsarcasm @wholemeltt @ipoopedmypants47 @peonysecrett

© 2026 paperellina - all rights reserved. do not plagiarise, translate, or feed into any form of ai.

[alaiasole]

studio nights.

→ black!fem reader x producer!connie | smut | established relationship

synopsis: connie’s been stuck in the studio for hours, frustration building with every failed beat. you know exactly how to help him relax.

warnings: explicit content, oral sex (f giving), riding, creampie, pet names, studio sex

a/n: i’m trying out a new writing style cause i’m experimenting so pls tell me what you guys think about it

connie had always been hardworking.

from the day you met him, there was something magnetic about the way he talked about music. his eyes would light up, voice animated as he described layering sounds until everything clicked into place. music wasn’t just a hobby for him. it was something he lived and breathed.

that passion was one of the first things that drew you to him.

usually, being in the studio with connie felt alive. he’d bounce in his chair, humming half-formed lyrics, pulling you over every few minutes to listen to a new tweak in the beat.

“you hear that?”

most of the time you didn’t. but you’d still listen as he explained it with that bright, excited energy that made your chest feel warm.

tonight was different.

the studio felt colder than usual, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. half-empty energy drink cans cluttered the desk, and the same drum loop had been playing on repeat for what felt like forever. connie sat hunched forward, staring at the glowing screen like it had betrayed him.

you watched from the couch in the corner, curled up with your legs tucked beneath you.

he dragged both hands down his face and groaned.

“nope.”

the beat cut off abruptly.

“that’s the fifth time in ten minutes,” you said softly.

“because it sucks.”

“it doesn’t suck, connie.”

“it does.”

he spun around in the chair, frustration etched across his features. the usual spark in his eyes was missing, replaced by exhaustion. his jaw was tight, shoulders drawn up, the creative joy that normally filled the room nowhere to be found.

this wasn’t just about a stubborn track. something heavier was weighing on him.

you set your phone aside and stood, crossing the small space until you were behind him. your hands settled gently on his shoulders. the muscles there were rock-hard with tension.

“con.”

he barely glanced up from the screen.

“hm?”

“you need to relax.”

“i’m trying.”

you squeezed his shoulders lightly.

“no, you’re not. you’re stressing yourself out.”

connie sighed, long and heavy, finally leaning back in the chair. you took the opportunity to slide onto his lap, straddling him comfortably and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands found your waist instinctively, warm and familiar.

the studio fell quieter around you, just the faint hum of equipment and the distant city sounds outside the soundproofed walls.

“what’s really on your mind?” you asked, voice soft as you started massaging the knots from his shoulders.

he exhaled, head tilting back against the chair.

“everything feels wrong tonight. the melodies, the layers… nothing’s clicking. i’ve been here for hours and i’m getting nowhere.”

“you pressure yourself too much, connie. you’re so talented. i’ve watched you pull magic out of nowhere a hundred times. you’ve got this.”

he let out a quiet breath, some of the tension easing under your hands and words. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer.

“i know… it just gets in my head sometimes.”

you smiled softly and pressed a lingering kiss to his temple.

“i know it does. but you don’t have to figure it all out tonight. the music will still be here when you’re ready.”

for a long moment he just held you, breathing you in, the frustration slowly melting into something warmer. you felt him relax beneath you, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your hips.

you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, voice dropping a little.

“i can help you relax, if you want.”

his gaze darkened, a slow, familiar smile curving his lips.

“yeah?” he murmured, voice lower now. “and how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his.

“let me show you.”

you stayed in his lap for a little longer, kissing him slow and deep, letting the tension in his body continue to unwind under your hands. only when you felt him starting to melt did you slide off his lap, moving deliberately between his spread thighs. your hands rested on his knees as you looked up at him, eyes soft but full of intent.

connie’s breath hitched.

“shit…”

you rubbed your palms slowly up and down his thighs over the soft fabric of his sweatpants, feeling the muscles tense and then relax under your touch. he groaned low in his throat, already knowing exactly where this was headed.

he leaned forward, cupping your face with both hands, and kissed you again deeper this time, a little hungrier. when he pulled back, he leaned against the chair, watching you with those dark, half-lidded eyes.

you kept your gaze on him as you slowly tugged his sweatpants and boxers down just enough. his dick sprang free, thick and heavy, already hard for you. you wrapped one hand around the base, stroking him slowly, deliberately, feeling him throb against your palm.

“fuck…” connie cursed under his breath, head tilting back for a second before his eyes returned to you. “baby…”

you could see the stress leaving his body with every stroke shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, that tired frustration melting into pure want. you leaned in and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip, then another, letting your tongue flick out lightly to taste him.

he groaned again, deeper this time.

you took your time, kissing along the length of him, licking slow stripes from base to tip while your hand kept stroking. every little sound he made sent warmth rushing through you. you wanted him to feel every second of this.

“stop playing with me,” he rasped after a while, voice rough with need. “put that shit in your mouth.”

you smiled sweetly up at him before wrapping your lips around the head, sinking down slowly. connie let out a long, satisfied groan, one hand gently gathering your braids into a loose ponytail.

he didn’t push hard not yet just held you as you worked him with your mouth and both hands, sucking and stroking in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

the sounds were filthy in the quiet studio wet, sloppy, obscene. you looked right up at him the whole time, eyes locked, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his face. he stared back at you, lips parted, breathing heavy.

“just like that… fuck, look at you.”

you took him deeper, relaxing your throat, bobbing your head with wet, messy strokes while your hands twisted and pumped what you couldn’t fit. you pulled off for a second to spit on him, making everything slicker, then dove back down, sucking harder.

you even dipped lower, licking and sucking gently at his balls while your hand stroked his cock, earning you a broken moan that made your stomach flutter.

connie’s grip on your braids tightened as he started guiding your head a little more, hips lifting to meet your mouth in shallow thrusts. you let him, moaning around his length, the vibrations pulling more curses from his lips.

“shit—baby, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that…”

you didn’t stop. you kept sucking him sloppy and nasty, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, taking him as deep as you could until his thighs started to tremble.

“i’m close,” he warned, voice strained, hips stuttering. “fuck, i’m so close—”

you hummed encouragingly and kept going, faster, wetter, until his whole body tensed. with a deep, broken groan, connie came hard down your throat. you swallowed every drop, humming softly around him as he pulsed in your mouth, working him through it until he was spent.

when you finally pulled off, breathing hard, you wiped the corner of your lips with your thumb and smiled up at him.

connie looked completely blissed out chest rising and falling, eyes heavy with satisfaction, all that earlier stress gone.

he pulled you back up into his lap immediately, kissing you deep and slow, tasting himself on your tongue.

he pulled you up gently until you were standing between his legs again. his eyes were dark and hungry as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them down slowly. you stepped out of them, and he tossed the fabric somewhere behind him onto the studio floor.

his hands roamed back up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as he looked up at you.

“damn… already hard again?” you whispered, a little breathless, glancing down at his dick. he had just cum in your mouth, yet he was thick and ready for you once more.

connie smirked, voice low and rough. “you do that to me.”

he pulled you back onto his lap, this time guiding you to straddle him properly. your knees settled on either side of his hips as you faced him. the chair creaked softly under your combined weight. his hands stayed on your ass, squeezing and spreading you as you hovered over him.

you leaned in and kissed him deeply. the kiss was slow at first warm, lingering, full of affection but it quickly grew hotter. tongues sliding, breaths mixing. his fingers dug into your ass as he rubbed you against his hard length, the slick head of his cock teasing your entrance and brushing your clit with every roll of your hips.

“ready for me, baby?” he breathed against your mouth.

you nodded, whimpering softly as you reached down to line him up. he was big always had been and you had to take him slowly. you sank down inch by inch, gasping into his mouth as he stretched you open. the fullness made your toes curl and your breath catch.

“fuck…” connie groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips. “so tight… take your time, baby. that’s it.”

you sat there for a long moment once he was fully inside, both of you breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. the intimacy of it being so full of him in the quiet studio, his arms wrapped tight around you made butterflies explode in your stomach.

then you started to move.

slow, rolling movements at first, grinding down on him in deep circles. connie’s hands helped guide you, gripping your ass and lifting you just enough before pulling you back down. your moans mixed with his, spilling into each other’s mouths as you kissed.

“feels so good,” you whispered against his lips, rolling your hips again.

“yeah? you like riding me like this?” he groaned, thrusting up gently to meet you. “look at you… so wet already.”

the pace gradually picked up. you rode him harder, bouncing on his cock while he thrust up to meet you. the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping filled the studio. he lifted your shirt, pushing it up and over your breasts so he could latch onto one, sucking and biting gently while his other hand kept guiding your hips.

“connie—” you moaned loudly, one hand gripping his hair, the other braced on his shoulder. every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through your whole body. you were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and thighs with every bounce.

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned against your chest, voice wrecked. “ride me just like that. fuck, you feel so fucking good. so tight around me.”

he started fucking you harder from below, hands gripping your ass almost bruisingly as he drove up into you. the chair rocked beneath you. your moans turned into cries, louder and more desperate. you leaned forward, kissing him messily, moaning into his mouth as he pounded up into you.

the tension was electric raw intimacy mixed with pure lust. sweat slicked your skin. his hands were everywhere squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, palming your breasts.

you felt yourself getting close, thighs shaking, walls clenching around him.

“i’m— i’m so close,” you whimpered, bouncing faster.

“me too,” he panted, sucking harder on your nipple. “cum with me, baby. let me feel you.”

a few more deep, powerful thrusts and you both fell over the edge together. your orgasm hit hard, body shaking as you clenched around him, moaning his name like a prayer. connie groaned loudly, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up while he fucked you through both of your highs, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive in his arms.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing hard, sweaty and trembling. his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back as you came down together.

for a while, neither of you moved. just heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the studio equipment. connie pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your temple gentle and grateful.

“you okay, baby?” he murmured, voice hoarse.

you nodded against his chest, smiling sleepily. “more than okay.”

he helped you clean up with some tissues from the desk, gentle and careful. then he pulled your shirt back down and helped you step back into your shorts and panties, stealing little kisses the whole time. you yawned deeply as he fixed his own clothes.

connie laughed softly, pulling you back into his lap for a moment.

“damn… that made me tired” he said, grinning.

you laughed too, resting your head on his shoulder. “good. you needed it.”

he rubbed your back. “yeah… i did. fuck it. i think i’m done for tonight. i’ll come back fresh tomorrow.”

you lifted your head. “you sure? you were stressing so much earlier.”

“i’m sure.” he kissed your forehead. “thanks to you.”

you both gathered your things and left the studio, hand in hand, walking down the hall to your bedroom. once inside, you went through your usual nighttime routine brushing teeth, washing faces, changing into comfy clothes. connie kept touching you the whole time a hand on your waist, a kiss on your neck, pulling you close.

finally, you climbed into bed. he pulled you against his chest immediately, arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together. you sighed happily, nuzzling into his warmth.

“i love you,” you whispered.

“i love you more,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

you thought he had fallen asleep his breathing slow and steady when suddenly his voice broke the quiet.

“wait… i think i finally have an idea for that hook.”

you groaned, half-laughing. “connie, please. just sleep. you can look at it tomorrow.”

“but what if the idea disappears? what if someone else gets it first?”

you lifted your head, giving him a look. “connie… really?”

he was already sitting up, that familiar excited spark back in his eyes. he leaned down and kissed you sweetly.

“i promise i won’t take long. just gonna write it down real quick.”

you watched him slip out of bed, shaking your head with a fond smile as he disappeared down the hall.

and somehow, even though he said he wouldn’t take long… you already knew you’d be falling asleep without him tonight.

but you wouldn’t have him any other way.