જ pairing:Toji Fushiguro x Onyankopon x Black!reader
જwarningノtags:cowboy!Ony◞ cowboy!Toji◞ my boys are both country as hell!◞ brat!reader, grumpy!Ony◞ Megumi & Shiu mentioned◞ Megumi Thee Stallion [ literally ]◞ poly relationship [ m+f+m ]◞ reader has a pixie cut [ briefly mentioned ]◞ pet names [ SweetheartノDarlin’ノPeachノLove ]◞ fluff◞ suggestive in some parts but doesn’t cross the line.
જwc:4k
જan:just spending time with your rootin tootin cowboy lovers. No smut unfortunately, wanted to explore my fluffiness to the fullest. this is kinda a soft launch for my pending series, an intro post if you will…bye.
Sometimes the southern heat was just overbearing; if another layer of clothing wasn't peeled away quickly, you swore you could burst into flames like an unlucky vampire caught in the deadly webs of sunrise. Heatless copper dyed spirals laid obediently in gel—a white scarf tied around the surrounding area as a fashion statement while matching swirls curled at your temples. Cinnamon tinted moles sprinkled across your cheeks sparkled with sweat as you tried oh-so desperately to ignore the sun devilish presence. Dark washed and dirt stained overalls sat loosely on the crisp white tee that soaked in sorrow.
Another annoyed groan vibrated deep in your chest. Frustration wasn't even the word for what creeped deep beneath your bones.
You huffed in defeat, almond shaped manicure glistening under the sun's harsh rays once your bubble gum pink gardening gloves were flung from your palms. Your breathing starts to stutter as you try to keep your tears from bleeding through the concrete dam hidden behind your eyes.
You've been sweating buckets since you stepped foot from your wooden porch. Uprooting those invading, stubborn weeds from your stubborn Pentas has officially worn you out. Hours of hard labor for your garden to still look untouched—almost like you never stepped foot outside in the first place. Your beautiful star shaped flowers that attracted the most vibrant, joyful butterflies and hummingbirds weren't what they used to be; once full of life became an eyesore for anyone that analyzed your plants.
As much as the beautiful array of flowers shaped your garden, the pests and weeds that hounded were burdensome—damaging months of hard work in mere seconds. The forest green foliage might seem appealing to the naked eye, but spider mites lurked deeply in the cracks of the crops and damaged any and everything in sight.
Standing with a groan and an alarming sound of your joints popping, you watched your pedicured feet take turns on the freshly cut grass that led back to your porch. Defeat laid comfortably on your shoulders, tear ducts swollen from pending tears.
Stupid plants.
Distant clouds held the weight of a thunderstorm, the smell of the breeze carrying the scent of rain and sadness; the sun was oblivious to the storm brewing. The wind blew, but not the kind you wanted—it blew hot and sticky, like the first few seconds of an oven opening, making you feel more icky. Trees waved at you in the distance while the cries of your wind chimes touched gave subtle a warning.
"I know you're not sheddin' tears over those flowers, Sweets." Toji could read you like a book even if it was sealed shut and buried six feet under. He emerged from the darkness of the house like a DC villain, the screen door clapped loudly behind him; your furry pets tilted their heads in confusion when they weren't immediately let out.
Full lashes kissed at his cheeks—heavy eyelids making his appearance more intimidating. Even with half his eyesight, his shaded gaze weighed heavily on your figure. A half smoked cigarette slept lazily between his lips, glowing a deep crimson before grey smoke poured from his nose.
You jumped at the sudden noise; a sniffle and a quick wipe to your swollen eyes later and you almost looked normal. To whom? You don't know.
"M'not," You lie, avoiding his siren stare.
"Don't bullshit me, woman. Jus' watched it happen with my own two eyes." Toji wore the sweat on his temple proudly, the absence of his hat being the sole reason why he came back to the house and found you whimpering over plants. The metal porch railing held his tilted weight with ease.
A dark brown cowboy hat with his initials scorched deeply into the side casted a ominous shadow on his face, making his stare more menacing.
"If you knew then why'd you ask?" You followed his bulky shadow as it loomed over you like bad news. With the cigarette tucked between his pink lips he mumbled "watch that mouth," before blowing smoke in your direction.
"Asked to see if you would lie. And you did. 'Told you about that."
You rolled your eyes mumbling a quiet apology while your arms crossed over your chest. "Just upset right now, Toj’."
Silver poured like a fountain from his lips as he eyed you from afar. Clouded rings floated from his face as he squinted, his heavy head tilting to the left.
"Didn't we tell you to stop poutin' over those plants or am I goin’ crazy?” As he awaited your answer another wave of smoke surrounded you.
“You did.”
“We also told you we'd get someone out here to look at 'em because it somethin' out of your control. Did we not?”
He searched heavily for your downward gaze, that bitter, toxic stench of his cigarette curling into you like bumped ends. You sighed into a nod, slowly unbuttoning the jean deathtrap you wore to create some type of air circulation through your clothes. Still, your eyebrows touched and your lip poked out.
“Yes, Toji. I remember.”
"Clearly not if I just found you, not even two weeks later, doin' the same thing.” He inhales again, this time the smoke pouring from his nose like an angry bull.
"I knoww, m'sorry. It’s jus' that I watched another video and thought it looked easy enough to try. It sucks that my green thumb was lost in transit while I was bein' brought into this cruel, cruel world…”
He watched as you explained your reasoning with a grin clawing at his lips. He could never take you seriously when you're being this dramatic. The way you flung your arms in exaggeration and how your pout deepened as the urge to cry was a blink away—it was cute.
“'Nd now you're laughin' at me! This is why I only discuss my feelings with Ony!" You wiped at the heavy, hot tears that managed to escape down your cheeks.
Toji sucked the remaining cigarette dry and tossed it behind him, his frame becoming larger then shrinking—he was now crouching and eye to eye with his pouting woman.
"Look," he sighed, "I'm not laughin’ at you or tellin' you to stop gardening—l love seein' you in your own world, but you need guidance. Even if it wasn't something out of your control, you can't just start somethin' and expect to be a master at it in a few seconds. 'Shit takes time, Darlin’. Rome wasn’t built in a day."
Well…It's true.
With every new money sucking hobby you joined overnight, there were a good three seconds where you thought you knew exactly what you were doing from just watching a single video—that is before you're bulldozed with a reality check.
Baking? Served poison on porcelain with a toothy grin and it took Onyankopon one bite into your crack brownies before telling you the harsh truth about your skills, or lack of. Crocheting? Oh gosh. If Toji wasn't holding your tablet, the comically large aluminum crochet hook would've been lodged up his nose somewhere.
From accidentally downloading a virus onto your PC from downloading links you mistaken for Sim mods, to unknowingly buying knockoff anime figures from a sketchy website that really didn't seem that sketchy, but now that you looked back it definitely looked questionable. It was all trial and error.
You lived and learned.
“Understood?”
You nodded, untying the scarf from your scalp and throwing it to the swinging bench that sat adjacent. You sigh, "Sorry for my attitude, Toji. Still workin' on my snappiness."
He flashes a grin, rough palms rubbing tight circles on the soles of your feet,"I see that and 'm proud of you. "Lots of progress is happenin’. 'Bout three years ago we would've been barkin' back and forth like dogs."
"Yea," you both shared a chuckle, "Thanks, Toji-Bear. You're too sweet to me. Even when I'm cranky and bein’ a drama queen." Dark lashes that shaped your eyes something sinister fanned in his direction, blinking slowly like a cat admiring its owner.
He grinned at his nickname, sharp canines peeking through his pink scarred lips. A soft breeze teased at the spiral ends that peeked from his hat.
"S my pleasure, Love. You know that." Toji's voice matched yours: lust-heavy, his whispered words were deeper, more core stimulating. His finger lifted the tip of his hat, allowing his features to be visible and less insidious.
"Wipe your face 'nd give me a kiss?"
"Please?" You challenged, eyebrows arching to your forehead.
He eased his body slowly between your legs like a predator stalking its prey: too slow to notice until it was too late. The heat that radiated from his torso was almost torturous between your clothed thighs. Your breath hitched as you whispered, "Say please, Toji."
"Please, Darlin?"
Before he even finished begging, his tongue was already miles ahead, meeting you halfway. Kisses from Toji were always over the top—he couldn't keep his tongue hidden behind his teeth if he tried. His heavy head tilted, desperate to get closer—deeper between your plump lips. Your squeaks are muffled and immediately swallowed and before you know it, you’re unintentionally pulling back from him. Toji's weighted, calloused palm gripped at your throat, squeezing just enough to assert dominance and to keep you anchored.
"Toji," you warned behind whimpers, "We're outside."
"Mhm," He hummed, seemingly acknowledging your concerns. He tugged at your bottom lip asking, "Who's goin' to stop me from showin' love to my woman?" He cocked his thin eyebrow, waiting on an answer to his rhetorical question then continued his pleasurable assault between your lips, his thick tongue dancing around yours. You melted into his touch, muscles relaxed and meshed into him like soft wax. Finally, he pulled away for good—lips swollen and glossed from spit.
"So pretty. 'Taste sweet, Peach"
You fake gasped, your palms hiding your gaped mouth, “Don’t be stealin’ Ony’s pet names. You know how he gets!”
He chuckles, aged joints popping as he stands at full height. “You’ right about that. Speakin’ of—Ony had his panties in a bunch since we woke up. ‘Don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
“Maybe he’s tired of dealin’ with you and Megumi and wants to see me.”
Onyankopon was definitely tired of dealing with Toji. Him and his nonstop jokes and childish antics under this type of heat? Nah. Nothing was funny in this bipolar weather.
His grin widened.
“‘S ironic that you brought him up, you know,” you quirked an eyebrow as Toji continued, “We’re about to bring Megumi out to the round pen before we’re done out here. Put some clothes on and meet us in the field.”
If your eyes got any wider, they would be rolling around on the porch. “Uh No, Toji. My time in the sun is over. I just want a bubble bath and to lay around inside with Salem and Boa. Maybe even pick back up crocheting. Plus the sky looks like it wants to open up and flood everything in sight!”
“Ten minutes,” He held his palm to you, his thick fingers urging you to stand. You didn’t want to, but the menacing look in his eyes showed that that there were no jokes behind his statements. “That’s the lowest I’m goin’ so you better get up before it jumps to twenty.”
“But I’ve been out here all day!” You whine, your hand falling on top of his. He tugged you up with ease and held you upright while you continued protested.
“You’ve been out here for not even five minutes, ⧼★⧽. Stop bein’ dramatic,” Toji deadpanned, officially leaving you by yourself on warm wood.
“Oh whatever—!” Before you could counter, he was already states away from you and towards the field. Even his jog was attractive—heavy muscles flexing under his shadow shaded clothes. He turned to find you still standing and chuckled. Cupping his hands around his lips he yelled, “Bring your ass before I get Onyankopon to sic you!”
You grinned, wiping the pending sweat puddling at your hairline. Ten more minutes.
It wasn’t ten minutes. Let’s try an hour and twenty minutes.
With the sun shining, still etching itself deep into your skin like a scar, the last thing you wanted to be doing was getting acquainted with a horse who couldn’t care less about your existence. Toji sits behind you, his weighted pelvis rocking against yours with the slow and steady stride of his horse—the metal plate of his sizzling belt buckle knocking against the top of your clothed ass crack. An earthly, tobacco scent mixed with a hint of sweetness from your vanilla perfume, that hadn’t melted off, trailing behind closely like a cape.
Wearing black in the sun’s presence was a disaster just itching to happen, so questioning Toji’s motives for wearing not only a long sleeved black tee, but jeans to match wasn’t frowned upon. His top hugged tightly against his sweat glazed tanned skin, threatening to rip with any sudden movement. Heavy strokes from his tattoos peeked just under the neckline of his shirt—almost giving the illusion that it was an extension of his top. If you were being honest, his poor choice of an outfit just brought extra heat, and it was being placed directly on your shoulders.
"Hol' on tight to the reins, Sweets. Take control. Meg’s not goin’ to take you seriously if ya’ scared of him.”
Barking orders around wasn’t anything new, these animals would walk all over him if authority wasn’t latched on to his voice—doing it for hours on end with cigarettes being chain-smoked in between is what’s fucking him up. Anytime he spoke, it felt like a microphone needed to be lodged down his throat to chase each whispered word. It’s only getting worse with each passing minute.
"There you go. Good joooob,” He praised, voice coming out winded, “You’re gettin' better at this, you ain't ridin’ while we sleepin'? Sure seems like it."
Rough hands were tight around your waist, giving you reassuring squeezes whenever you whimpered in doubt, which was every other second. Toji felt the fear latching onto your bones under your embrace—he could see the worry painted on your face from the moon, but the only thing to shake that said fear was to face it head on.
"M'sure..."
Stallions were naturally aggressive and not easy going with new people, especially Toji’s furry friend here. You’ve witnessed Megumi take that extra mile to be by himself—stationed in the corner glaring menacingly at the town below. And doing something he didn’t want to do sparked pure chaos.
You knew it was a pending problem with him when both Onyankopon and Toji had to stand close while Dr. Shiu performed his first of many monthly routine exams.
Megumi stomped his heavy hooves with anger at every gloved touch that graced his silky black fur, nipped at the doctor whenever he was in view, and whipped his tail when he was certain something was there to be strucked—almost like a child throwing a tantrum. You've seen plenty of horses come and go, all with different personalities that molded them differently from their counterparts—but none as special as Megumi.
With checkups becoming increasingly common, Megumi no longer acted an ass when it was time to be examined, but that day has been stamped into your brain like a tattoo. Being on the receiving end of his violence was not on your to-do list. Not not. Not ever.
"Toji-Bear?"
With your voice soft as a pillow, below a whisper and coiled tight in concern, you almost mirrored Toji’s hoarseness. He replied with a curious hum, pierced ear pressing against your warm cheek to better understand what you were saying. "He's not gonna hurt me, right?"
Toji confidently reassured you, replying in a hum, "He ain't gonna hurt you, Sweetheart. Pon and I trained him well since that day. Ain't that right?"
"Mhm," Onyankopon responded with a confident hum, "He's only aggressive with male horses and red balloons, Peach," A thin piece of hay dangled from his plump two toned lips. He stood leaning against the wooden fence— tone, tatted arms peaked from his white tea. His dark brown eyes stalked you like a hawk from afar. "If you’ ain’t either of those things then you'll be juuus' fine."
"’Kay... if you say so," Unsureness intertwined tightly around your words—in result, your grip on the reins were much tighter.
Riding around in circles with heavy supervision was a traditional practice that happened roughly twice a week. Sometimes it was your personal horses from the stable, others it was mounts who needed temporary assistance while they healed from minor surgeries. From what Onyokapon told you, doing this was beneficial and helped you get comfortable enough to ride on your own— climbing your way up to possibly helping out in the field if needed. You, on the other hand, hated it. Horses were their thing, not yours.
Whenever Toji received the horse as a gift, the handler informed him about his aggression towards all other animals and humans. Although he didn't specify on why, Toji assumed it had something to do with his previous owners mistreating him.
"Let's just say Megumi had a hard upbringing..." The handler expressed, eyebrows folded across his forehead. He was cautious with his brushing, afraid of any sudden movements from the horse.
Heavy hands weighed at Onyokopon's hips, chocolate dipped eyes squinting from the sun, "You don't say. ‘Boy can barely stop shakin’, Toj’,"
Toji gave a nod, eyeing the handler. “I see. Shakin’ like a rookie stripper.”
Toji hesitated touching Megumi, his covered fiery gaze turning Toji’s movements into stone. Scarred whip marks littered his backside and sides. The supposed silky black mane was a complete overgrown mess covering his curious eyes. Each sudden movement caused the colt to jerk in fear—sometimes going as far as lunging towards you as an act to protect himself. Megumi’s ribs were prominent from a skyscraper with mountains of flies dancing on his sunken stomach. He limped when he walked, overgrown hooves making it impossible for comfort.
“—Y’all don’t take care of him? Seems like y’all contributin’ to the rough upbringin’ if you ask me.” Onyankopon couldn’t help the anger in his voice. Still, he kept his voice level down to keep the horse at bay.
“Well, we have. He’s just… well— aggressive.” As if on que, the horse jumped forward causing the handler to quite literally jump into Onyakopon’s arms for protection.
For a good three years Onyankopon, Toji, and Dr. Shiu were the only people the horse became accustomed to. Building trust and loyalty took time and effort, but it was worth it in the long run. Your lovers took time to learn their pet, informing themselves about what Megumi adorned and highly disliked.
It came as little surprise that he disliked almost everything.
Except brushes.
Megumi became accustomed to his daily brushes—looked forward to them, actually. Onyankopon thinks it's a sensory thing, the bristles bringing a sense of peace to melt throughout his body.
"Give it 'bout three more months and Megumi will be out there with all the mares. Maybe get some kids out of ‘em. Hopefully make some profit."
"Yeah," Ony agreed, feeding a fistful of hay to Megumi, "Maybe even introduce him to Peach, see how he responds to her."
You rejected immediately, bringing up the situation with Shiu and how uncomfortable it made you feel. They understood, Onyokopon even considered postponing the meeting to a couple months later, but of course that didn’t happen. You were face to face with him ten minutes later. You could’ve sworn Megumi rolled his eyes when Toji was introducing him to you.
“He looks so angry, Ony-baby.” looking up through your lashes usually got you out of situations you didn’t want to be in. You swayed your hips more, even sticking your lip out a little far to catch his attention. He didn’t crack—not even a twitch in his tired eyes. His scold deepened as he rolled his eyes.
“Girl, please. ‘M not Toji. That shit didn’t work on me. Hop on.”You groaned dramatically as you were helped onto the animal.
All was well. The key word was. Not even two minutes and Megumi was already rising on his hind legs in an attempt to get you to unattached.
You thought it was your time, that he was going to somehow do a backflip and crush you to death under his weight. You yelped loudly, only adding fuel to the growing flames. Ony was quick on his feet, speaking slowly and softly to the horse as Toji pried you from his back.
The incident was brought up to Shiu and he said that you were still a stranger to him—He wasn’t familiar enough with you therefore he didn’t trust you. From that day forth, anytime Megumi was brought out, you were there.
His feedings? You were stuffing handfuls of hay in his puffy cheeks. You lead him with Toji but refuse to hold the reins and kept your distance.
What really got Megumi to gradually grow interested in you was your brushes. Really, it was your nails raking up and down his fur. You did it absentmindedly when feeding him—your finger tickled the spot just between his eyes. Up and down, up and down.
You didn’t notice that he was enjoying it until Toji pointed out that he leaned his head towards you.
“R-really? Thought he was jus’ rushing me.” You turned to the horse as he eyed the hay in your palm, “You like my nails, Megumi?” As if he could respond.
You shifted your body slightly, your legs becoming static from the extended horse ride. The clouds containing the storm were now minutes away, the smell of rain overpowering the scattered horse poop.
"I think she's 'bout ready to ride by herself, Toj’. Whatchu’ think?"
Toji hums, his fingers drumming at your hips, "You can think about it all you want, it's her that has the final say.”
"I can handle it," you answered, "I'm pretty confident... I think."
“You think?”
“Maybe a few more weeks, Peach.”
The wind picked up, the trees in the distance almost uprooting from the soil. Thunder cracked in the distance causing some of the horses to find shelter.
"Ooh, it’s startin' t'get dark Toj". Let's wrap this shit up. Fuckin’ mosquitoes 'bout to suck me dry!" Smacks to his dark skin followed after his complaints, his whacks echoing throughout the open field. Just as Toji was about to mumble something slick, a lightning bolt flickered through the clouded sky too close for comfort, followed by a thunderclap that made Megumi jump from beneath you. The nightmare of the last encounter with Megumi raising on his hind legs flashed through your mind like a premonition. This was going to take longer than expected.
What was the color guard like? I wanted to join back in high school, but i changed my mind last minute.. It’d be nice to hear what I missed out on :3
from my experience, it was extremely fun!! i joined by accident and stayed after being convinced by one of the coaches, and it was the best decision ever. it’s the perfect place to make friends since you are surrounded by hundreds of people during competitions and everything in between. now learning how to properly twirl and toss the flags was a bit of a struggle for me, but once you got it, everything else follows easily. the only thing that i’ve heard people really complain about was band camp. it’s basically like a whole month of just learning choreography for the field shows, halftime shows, prep rally’s, etc. it’s a lot at one time especially if you’re completely new to it, plus you are outside in the heat for most of it. other than that, it was awesome.
i just came to the realization that y'all barely know anything about me so here are five random fun facts about DILFSTARR!! YAY!! let's call this a celebration for the increase of followers. love yall dearly!!
✶ 1. i LOVE scary movies but i get paranoid extremely easily so i only watch them during the day. i enjoy anything paranormal and psychological—really anything except body horror. also, i’m DEADLY afraid of the Babadook and being broke. i literally have nightmares of going broke.
✶ 2. i've been living in Texas for seven—maybe eight years, give or take. moved here from Louisiana ( Lafayette ). i visit home occasionally but most of my family moved from there so i just go to relive childhood memories.
✶ 3. i am a manga funko pop collector. okay let me not lie, my man collects the books, i just like the funko pops, but i do buy manga occasionally!
✶ 4. kinda already known but i am Afro-indigenous. My mother is African American/ Creole with my father being African American/ Indigenous. sadly don't know anything about my Native side other than we are related to the Blackfoot tribe.
✶ 5. super random but i was in color guard AND on the dance team in high school. yes, i know how to spin flags, mock rifles, and sabers. yes, i was constantly bruised up. and yes, i was a band kid and proud. i marched in a few Mardi Gras parades before i moved as well!
hey girl, did u delete the fic where reader was riding eren in reverse cowgirl while he was talking to connie on the phone 🌚, that was like my fave! are u gonna bring it back?
if i ever find it, ill repost it. i kinda deleted everything without making a copy like a dumbass
꧂warning ノtags:wano!Zoro [ post time skip]◞ mission position into mating press◞ condomless loving [ zont zo it ]◞ alcohol consumption [ causal drinking from zoro ]◞ Zoro and Sanji bickering◞ subspace??◞ a-spot stimulation ◞ implied marathon sex◞ both the reader and Zoro are needy◞ squirting◞ reader has pubic hair because she’s grown◞ reader is flexible.
take a shot everytime Zoro calls reader pretty…
꧂wc:1.9k
꧂an:was literally proofreading my Eren fic and got possessed?!had the share my thoughts. i dedicate this to my bestie, happi late birfday!! the eren fic is still cooking so eat this as an appetizer. love u. as usual, the visual is a p!link, don’t act surprised. bye
꧂visual
Sloppy, hot kisses placed on the underside of your slacked jaw made it hard to concentrate. Your pout deepened each time he bottomed out—your eyebrows could almost replace your eyelids with how low they drifted.
“Oh—oh! You make me feel so so so so good, ‘my gosh, Zoro!” You were starting to lose yourself in pleasure. Second by second your sentences trailed off into mindless babbling that had your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear.
Shared juices pooled between your trembling thighs, dripping slowly towards the creaking springs of the aged mattress. If he wasn’t speaking directly into your ear, muttering sentences that’ll definitely make you heat up in the face when brought up later, then he was moaning aloud, his sounds meshing seamlessly salty sea breeze that swallowed you whole. When he became this needy, his unapologetic ways were the talk of the night.
“Yea? I bet I do. ‘Can barely feel you, this pretty pussy is drownin’ me.”
“Mmm! Mmm! Sorry. M’sorry, Zoro.”
Yeah. You’re gone. “Don’t apologize for missin’ me, Pretty Girl.”
You nodded, your manicured fingers wrapped tight around your ankles, occasionally cradling the soles of your feet, earning praises from above when you pulled them back further. Further. And further. Your flexibility always amazed him; it’s how you were able to bend in the most difficult positions that’ll make him tap out if performed on him.
“You’re so deep!” Your whines curled tightly into his lingering moans—strangling tightly like a starving Boa.
“Mhm. I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?”
His golden earrings rings created a low hum, each sway of his hips creating a custom jingle. The tips of his forest colored hair dripped sluggishly with lukewarm water from his earlier shower, the water ultimately pooling between the weight of your rocking tits. You nodded once more as your face grew warmer from his lingering stares.
“You’re doin’ so good, Pretty Girl. So fuckin’ good,” Oversized canines flashed in darkness as he grinned. You replied in another whiny tone when his hips broke through his previous set rhythm. The obnoxious squish followed by your pussy farting had you looking down in pure horror, only to find Zoro’s entire cock drenched in a milky white trench coat.
“Oh m-my gosh.”
“Told you. Ya’ soakin’ me.”
The lower half of his happy trail mirrored your landing strip: matted with creamy love. A mixture between spit and mixed cum coated you both in a laminated mess, glimmering dimly under the moonlight.
“‘Member when you could only take half? Hah!—Now my Pretty Girl takin’ the whole. Damn. Thing!”
Zoro peppered kisses along the sweaty bridge of your nose, gliding up slowly until he left a trail of love to your furrowed brows.
“Gonna’ get wrinkles if you don’t stop that.”
You think you’re worried about what your face looks like right now? He’s handshaking you from the inside—touching places that you didn’t even know lingered deep beneath the surface—the last thing you were thinking about was your wrinkles.
Deep breaths hesitate from escaping the comfort of your lungs. Tear brimmed eyes shielded by the heaviness of your eyelids and tear filled full lashes. Even though you were incapable of responding with words, Zoro knew exactly what you were trying to convey back to him. Not a single inch of his manhood went untouched by your warm, creamy embrace—somehow digging deeper with every thrust.
“You’re about to cum again, huh? Yea you are, I see written all over that pretty face.”
You were in fact about to cum—soak him, actually. Again.
Your fingers quickly untangle from your ankles and find comfort on his shoulders that tripled in size since his two long years in the shadows. He was hot and heavy against your chest—his breathing erratic just as yours was.
“Love you. Love you somuch!”
Absence definitely makes the heart grow fonder—and your pussy noticeably wetter.
From the moment you stepped from the ship you were on a mission to locate your boyfriend and fuck him silly—sea legs and all. For a split second you didn’t even recognize him, his frame wider—his scowl meaner. He walked with a type of confidence that made everyone stop and stare. His open yukata created a deep V, down his heavy chest, showcasing the discolored scar that decorated his toned torso. A dark green jittoku haori swayed gently in a breeze that carried his scent directly to you.
That can’t be him. Can it?
You had your doubts until you heard how he reacted to seeing Sanji. Their bickering started the second they made eye contact, making the townsfolk glance over in horrified confusion. Their yelling crossed over the rippling sea farther than any ship could travel.
The ship's reunitement was short-lived. The moment you all boarded the Thousand Sunny, Zoro couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He wasn’t one for public affection, but he’s waited two years.
Two years too many.
“I need to feel you,” his words fanned across your ear making you squirm under his embrace. He was moist and warm with his towel hanging on by a thread around his thin waist. Not even in your shared room for more than ten seconds—suitcases still packed to the brim, begging to be unpacked, and you were pinned on the wall like decoration.
“Come take me, please,” you’d be lying if you didn’t pick up on his sudden energy shift. His hunger for you was hard to contain, peeking through when his quick pecks turned into deep makeout sessions. You felt the heaviness of his cock through your his pink towel—you stroked what you could through the rough material, earning deep grunts of appreciation. Zoro humped at your palms while feeling for cavities with his tongue, “Missed you so fuckin’ much.”
“‘Missed you more, Zoro.”
You were breathless—head dizzy, damn near seeing double, while your body moved without control. The soft thud of the towel hitting the wood was ignored by your ringing ears. Your soaked panties were crawling midway down your thighs before Robin’s voice broke through the walls.
“Put a cap on it love birds! Dinner is ready!”
Zoro’s movement stiffened and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the defeat in his face. “‘Hate this place sometimes.”
“Aww don’t be like that, Zo’. They missed us. Don’t be the Grinch.”
“‘Grinch because I want to spend time with my woman?” He muttered to himself as he picked up the towel that was dropped without remorse. You on the other hand rushed to the bathroom, cleaning up any remains of the make out session. He followed behind seconds later—his heavy head tucked between his shoulders.
He was trying to make you feel bad.
“Pick your face up, Baby. We have all night to love each other. I’ll even do that thing you like.”
His dark, thin brows rose to his hairline, “The thing with your tongue?”
“Mhm!”
Dinner was eventful. Everyone had their stories to share, their scars to show off, their battles to brag about and yet, Zoro’s attention was set on you. Sake pooled at his lips with every swig—his heavy, pink tongue chasing after the abandoned alcohol. Even with a single eye, his gaze held the sights of millions.
Overlapping chatter and the scratching of metal against vintage porcelain and still you heard the heavy thud of your heartbeat. You shifted in your seat—your fork poking at some poor sea creature Sanji decided to experiment with.
The soft thud of the glass hitting the table top was the last thing you heard before you were suddenly in the air and balanced on his broad shoulder.
“Dinner’s over. Good night,” your sudden dismissal didn’t shock the crew at all, in fact, Nami was collecting berries around the table from the bet they all placed earlier that day; to see how long you and Zoro could go without having sex.
The moment the door clicked shut he was on you like white on rice—sucking, kissing, biting anything that was in his line of sight.
“‘M not holdin’ back.”
“Don’t.”
Round after round, orgasm after orgasm—his dick stood tall, the only difference is it was getting wetter after every round.
His hands traced invisible lines up your trembling thighs, past the underside of your knees to your ankles—where he pinned them. Suddenly he dropped his hips with so much force the bed started to shift in the direction he was humping.
“O-ooh! Z-Z’ro!”
Your body was angled just right to where he was hitting that spot just inches away from your cervix. Zoro nipped at your throat before quickly chasing it with kisses, almost like he’s remembering he has to be gentle.
“Don’t stop, hhmp! Zoro… right there!”
He hummed, his warm tongue tracing over the bulging veins in your neck, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, Love.”
You felt the ship sway with the aid of your boyfriend’s strokes—the realization making him grin arrogantly. One thing you did notice is that his stamina definitely increased, usually he’d be approaching his last rounds but with how energetic he felt, he could go for days.
“Give it to me, Baby. You’re goin’ to let me have it?”
You started to reply—only for all of the air to be sucked out of your lungs in a matter of milliseconds. A sudden stream of tears flowed to your ears as orgasm fully took over. Your breathing stopped completely, almost you were frozen in time. The feeling was so intense—your vision blurred into black and white dots while a high pitched ringing noise flossed through your eardrums.
Still, his hips kept moving. Each time he pulled out, a steady stream of your wetness was chasing after him so desperately.
“Yeaaah, there you go. My pretty girl.”
Then—you found your voice—only to let out the loudest moan of the entire night, “Ooo fhuck meee!”
Your fingers raked at his soaked abs, desperately hoping to slow him down so you could properly function. He eventually took the hint—his hips slowing down until he was just sitting inside of you.
“That was a big one. Biggest one you had since… ever.”
He trailed kisses along your calfs that were still shaking by the revolutionary orgasm. Your chest heaved heavily as you tried to catch your breath that was just out of reach.
“I feel so floaty, ‘Noa. Hold me, please.”
The slight wobble in your bottom lip and urgency in your tone had his eyebrows folded in concern. His warm embrace washed over you like the sea you’ve become accustomed to. It wasn’t uncommon for you to cry after sex—hell, Zoro would be concerned if you didn’t. It was the call of his first name that had him hooked. He only heard it from you when you were swimming deep in crashing waves of emotions.
“‘Missed you s’much,,” You whispered in between sobs, “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. Ever.”
“Hey hey, look at me,” his thumb chased after the hot, heavy tears that were booking it around your face. You leaned into his palm—even peppered kissed across the rough, warm flesh. “If you think you’re leavin’ my line of sight, then you have lost your mind. I’m never leavin’ you and you’re never leavin’ me. I can promise you that.”
You nodded, bottom lip still trembling, “Promise?”
When he kissed you, it's almost like everything else melted—nothing else mattered. Like always, you struggled to keep up with his pace, his tongue even bullying yours into submission. The pleasure began to pool at your abdomen before you felt the subtle rock of his hips. “I fuckin’ swear it. I Love you so much, my Pretty Girl.”
sukuna loves fingering you until you squirt into toji’s mouth!
~tags: tojikuna x reader/black reader, smut, squirting, fun poly stuff, toji and kuna are bi, blb, mxm, 'baby, mama.'
your boyfriend, sukuna, sits next to you on the couch. his fingers quickly pumping inside of you. while his other hand strokes his perfect dick, precum leaking from his tip. his slender tattooed fingers switch between curling up to massage your g-spot to pulling out to play with your clit.
“how you feelin, baby? you okay?” he asks before kissing your forehead.
all you can do is nod your head and moan out a tiny “mhm.”
your other boyfriend, toji, is kneeling on the floor between your legs, leaving kisses all over your inner thighs.
"g-guys i think i'm gonna..."
“you gonna give it to ‘ji right? let him have a taste?”
“y-yes. oh my god fuck!”
feeling your orgasm coming, you grab sukuna's arm and bury your head in his neck. the embarrassment already building up.
“don’t be shy mama,” toji coos at you. “you know we love this shit.”
then, he and kuna both start laughing. the embarrassment and humiliation you feel just get stronger.
it’s not long before you start squirting and your legs shake. toji’s tongue sticks out like a puppy, letting your squirt inside his mouth. he brings himself closer to make sure he doesn’t miss a single drop. after you finish giving toji everything you have, sukuna bends down to give your puffy clit a couple of kisses and then a light slap.
toji, having yet swallowed, grabs sukuna's chin and carefully shares some of your squirt with him. you watch how it falls from toji’s mouth and into sukuna's.
after they both swallow, your boyfriends start an intense make-out session. all you hear is the wet, lewd sounds of your two favorite men kissing.
what the fuck is it about your ex that you can't get over? you know he's no good for you emotionally, so avoidant and unavailable. he's no good for you mentally, always playing stupid and manipulative mind games with you. you've tried doing everything you can to rid yourself of him— going out more, meditation, fucking other people... hell, you even convinced yourself that he put a spell on you so you did a cord cutting ritual to break the soul tie.
none of that shit worked and you felt fucking insatiable. every time you attempted to get over him, you ended up in the same position- eyes blown out as you drooled over your phone screen, gawking at the homemade videos you two just made last month. your heavenly moans pouring out the phone speaker paired with his filthy grunts and dirty talking as you bucked your hips up onto the vibrator, chasing what only toji can give you. pathetic.
see, physically? that's an entirely different story. in toji's mind, that's the way he could show you how he felt. he concluded that if he buries his cock so deep in your syrupy walls, maybe you'd get what he couldn't express verbally. and that's why every time y'all fucked, he'd always make sure to make you cum 4 times because that's how many letters are in the word ‘love'. stupid ass boy math.
breaking the no contact yall mutually agreed on was never apart of the plan, but you were ovulating on top of the fact that you hadn’t had some good toji dickin' in what, a month?
whichhhh is precisely how you ended up in this predicament now— thick bicep wrapped around your neck as his other hand pushes your back in, deepening the arch. both of his bare feet planted firmly onto the mattress as he quite literally drops dick into your greedy pussy.
“t-toj-tojiii-aaahhh!!!”
“shhh, shut the fuck up,” he murmurs against your face, planting open-mouthed kisses along the side of it. “wrong name, pretty girl,” he taunts against your ear before removing his hand from your back to squeeze your jaw as he cranes his head over to look at your pitiful face.
“awwwn, cmon, dollface. say the right name, i know you can do it.” the snapping of his hips became about as mean as him as he tightens his arm around your neck. the loud shlicking of your pussy blending so harmoniously with your sobs of pleasure. and you are so fucked out— hair all over your head, clit throbbing and swollen, a thin sheen of sweat glistening along your body, black tear streaks down your cheeks. oh, you are soooo wrecked, but, your starved cunt is so eager to take everything he’s given you and more.
it almost feels like out of body— the way he’s bringing you close to the best orgasm you’ve had in months without so much as touching your clit. the way his thick cock just perfectly massages every crevice of your clingy pussy, it’s almost like it’s built just for him. a loud smack! to your face snaps you back into reality before the gripping on your jaw gets firmer. he tilts your head back a bit with his bicep, just enough to meet his green eyed gaze and locking in on your watery one, “say. it.”
“d-daddyyy! fuckkk daddy, please!!!”
a smug smirk tugs at toji’s scarred lips before he releases your face and unravels his arm from your neck, “good job, babyface.”
he slows his pace down, yet never stopping as he brings himself down to his knees while pushing your body down completely flat onto the bed. his knees on either side of your body as he grinds his dick into you, a lazy grin on his face as he watches the milky white ring form around the base of his dick. “you missed daddy, baby?”
“s’much!! shiiitttt, haaaah!”
“yeahhhh,” he drawls in a mocking tone, “look at thaaat. makin’ sucha mess, pretty.”
“y-yesss daddy, please!! right— fuckkk!— right thereeee,” you plea as your hungry pussy damn near suffocates his dick the way it’s gripping once you become so unbearably close to the orgasm you’ve been chasing for an entire month.
“you know,” he starts, “i know you’re ovulating.” a shit-eating grin plastered across his face before he lays his entire upper body on yours, angling his cock even deeper than before. your walls fluttered around him once he picks up his pace, his mouth directly behind your ear as he licks the shell of it while grunting and moaning before speaking again, “cmon… lets make a baby.”
AN: HEY HOESSS! i missed yall so much!!! i been going THROUGH it chile but i just needed to write this drabble quick to make sure i still got it… AND I DO!!! so with that being said— look forward to more and the series i been working on… and tell a friend to tell a friend… SHESSSS BAAAACKKKKKK!!!
ony gives you a good ole’ dickin down in the rooms of your new home!
cw: nsfw mentioned, fingering, rough sex, vanilla sex, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of daddy, sex in different rooms!
the living room floor?
“i love it,” you breathed out as your hands come up to cover ony’s resting on your stomach as you sat on the floor of your empty living room. “it’s perfect, pa. it’s more than perfect.”
he hums a deep sound of satisfaction. “it’s a solid house. built to last.” he presses a slow kiss to your neck as his faint stubble is a pleasant scratch against your skin. “needs to be broken in properly, though, ma. don’t you think?”
“oh, i definitely think so,” you purred. “but where on earth should we start?”
“i was thinkin’… right here.”
before you could respond, he was turning you in his arms as his mouth crashes down on yours. his tongue pushes into your mouth and you taste the sweet tea he’d had at lunch. your arms snake around his neck as your fingers run over the buzzed hair at his nape and pull him closer.
his hands find the button of your jeans and you lift your top off to help him. as you separate from the kiss to remove your shirt, he pulls the denim down your legs along with your panties, leaving you completely bare for him on the floor of your brand new living room. he didn’t bother to undress himself yet as he unzips his jeans and pulls his thick cock from the confines of his denim.
“ready to make our first memory in this house?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
you didn't answer with words but you reach down as your fingers wrap around his cock, stroking him once. a low groan rumbled from his chest and that was all the encouragement he needed. he positioned himself at your entrance, the blunt tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds.
he slides into you with a slow thrust as his eyes lock on your face. he wanted to watch every flicker of emotion on your face as he filled you. it was a perfect and snug fit, your hole stretching to accommodate his large size. you let out a long shuddering sigh as he fills you to the hilt.
“god, you feel so good mama,” he grunted while staying still for a moment and letting you both savor the feeling of him being inside you. “always feel s’good.”
when he begins to move, his hips rock in a slow but deep rhythm and you wrap your legs around his waist while pulling him deeper, if that was even possible. your hands roamed over his back while tracing the hard lines of muscle beneath his t-shirt. “pa~,” you moan as your head tosses back and forth on the rough wood of your living room floor. “this feels… s’good.”
“it’s gonna feel a lot better,” he promises as his pace slightly quickens and he finds your g-spot with accuracy born from years of practice of knowing your body as well as his own.
a shattered cry breaks from your lips as a wave of pleasure washes over you. he chases it as his thrusts become rougher. the afternoon sun shining through the living room window warmed your skin, the rough floor was solid beneath you, and your husband was buried deep inside you while fucking you into the very foundation of your new home. it was perfect.
your orgasm built quickly making a tight coil in your lower belly. you were close, so close. “i’m gonna…” you gasped.
“cum for me, baby,” he commanded in a low growl. “let me hear you. let the whole damn neighborhood hear how much you love daddy.”
that was all it took and with a final cry of his name, your climax rips through you. your hole clenching around him and it was enough to send him over the edge as he moaned with his back arched and he pours his cum deep inside you while his body shudders from the force of it.
for a long moment, the only sound was your ragged gasps for air as he collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting pressure. he stayed inside you as his breathing slowly returned to normal. after a minute, he rolls off and pulls you with him so you’re lying side by side on the floor, still connected.
he kisses your forehead with his lips damp from sweat. “one room down,” he murmured with a lazy grin on his face.
you laughed a weak but happy sound. “how many more to go?”
“darlin’,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you, his eyes twinkling. “we’re just gettin’ started.” he pulled out of you with a wet pop and you felt a pang of loss at the separation. but it didn't last long because he was already on his feet and pulling on his jeans before reaching down to pull you up.
he scooped you into his arms as if you weighed nothing, your bare legs dangling against his denim clad ones. "next stop, the kitchen," he declared with a glint in his eyes.
the kitchen
ony sets you down on the cool surface of the granite island as he moves between your legs, his hands gripping the edge of the counter on either side of your hips. he was still fully clothed while you were completely naked before him. the power dynamic was intoxicating.
"i like this view," he says as his voice drops an octave and his gaze sweeps over your naked body. "you so pretty mama…i think you know that though." his calloused thumbs brush over your still sensitive nipples making you arch into his touch with a soft moan.
"this time," he whispers as his fingers trace a path from your breasts down over your belly button, "i'm not gonna take my time." his fingers dipped into the slick heat between your legs, finding your clit with an ease. he begins to circle the sensitive bud, the pressure firm and knowing.
you gasp as your hips instinctively buck against his hand. "daddy..." you breath as your eyes flutter shut as you gave yourself over to the sensation.
"that's it, darlin’. just relax. let me take care of you." his other hand comes up to cup your breast as his thumb and forefinger tease your nipple, rolling it until it’s tight.
he watches your face as his expression is a mixture of intense concentration and adoration, as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. the pleasure was almost unbearable as you were trembling, your nails digging into the hard granite of the countertop.
"please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. "pa, please..."
"you want to come for me again?" he murmured as his fingers never falter in their rhythm. "you like being my good girl, all naked on the counter for me?"
"yes," you sobbed, the word torn from you. "yes, please, i'll be so good for you."
"then come," he commanded, his thumb pressing down hard as he removes his fingers from your hole.
your orgasm is a shattering wave that crashes over you, making your vision white out for a second. your whole body convulses as you clench around nothing. you cry out his name, the sound bouncing off the bare walls of your new kitchen.
he gave you no time to recover as the aftershocks were still shuddering through you, he started unzipping his jeans again. he entered you with one smooth thrust, stretching you even though your hole was already slick and ready for him.
he moved with a fast rhythm, a stark contrast to the more careful energy in the living room. he leaned in, whispering in your ear. "every time you're in this kitchen, every time you stand right here... i want you to remember this. remember me being inside you."
his words, combined with the fullness of him inside you, were enough to send you spiraling again. he fucked you with a steady and relentless pace as he brought you to another screaming climax before finding his own release, his groan a guttural sound of pure satisfaction.
this time, when he pulls you into his arms, you are both shaking as he caries you from the kitchen, his steps steady as you rest your head on his shoulder, utterly spent.
"the bathroom," you mumble against his neck. "we have to do the bathroom."
a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "whatever you want, darlin'. whatever you want."
the bathroom
he carries you into the master bathroom, a spacious room with a large glass enclosed shower. he sets you down on your feet and your legs threaten to buckle. he turns on the water and steam quickly begins to fill the room.
he strips off his shirt and jeans, his body a magnificent sculpture of muscle and browned skin. he steps into the shower while pulling you in with him. the hot water was relieving on your sensitized skin and you lean against him, letting the spray cascade over you both.
he turns you around and presses you against the cool tile of the shower wall. he kisses you under the spray as the water mingles with your saliva as his hands are slick with soap as they glided over your body, washing you and caressing you.
without another word, he grips your hips and lifts you with an ease that always left you breathless. your legs wrap around his waist on pure instinct as your back presses firmly against the tiled wall. he was already hard as his thick cock presses against your hole.
he pushes into you with one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt. you screamed, the sound a raw cry of pure pleasure and sensitivity that was swallowed by the pounding of the shower. he filled you completely, his thickness stretching your wet but sensitized hole.
he stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the fullness of him and the sensitivity. the hot water cascaded over his broad back, running in drops down to where your bodies were joined. then, he began to move as his thrusts were slow and deep. each one was a stroke that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. he held your gaze as his eyes burned with intensity.
“you sensitive mama?,” he grunts as his hips pick up the pace. “so fuckin’ tight and wet around me.”
your nails dig into the hard muscle of his shoulders while leaving crescent shaped marks on his wet skin. you throw your head back as your loud moans mingle with the drumming of the water.
“that’s it, ma,” he encouraged, his voice a ragged growl. “let go for me. come all over your dick.”
you could feel his own control starting to fray, the muscles in his back bunching and releasing under your fingertips. he leans in as his lips brush against your ear as he thrust deeper than ever before. “tell me you’re mine,” he commanded.
“yours,” you sobbed, the word torn from the very depths of your soul. “always. i’m yours, daddy!”
that was all it took. your orgasm ripped through you like a shattering wave of pure bliss that made your whole body convulse around him. you screamed his name as you cum around him for the third time today. the sight of you, so completely undone for him, sent him over the edge.
with a final thrust that seemed to shake the very glass of the shower door, he drove into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours as he poured into you. his whole body went rigid as his head was thrown back while emptying himself into you.
he caught you as your legs gave out, his movements quick and steady even in his own exhaustion. he slowly lowered you until your feet were back on the shower floor and his hands never leaving you, supporting you. after a few more minutes, he turns off the water, and reaches out the sliding glass door to grab the two fluffy towels you’d left on the rack earlier when unpacking. he wrapped one around you while tucking it in securely before drying himself off with the other.
he scoops you into his arms one last time, his strength seemingly endless as he carries you out of the steamy bathroom and into the master bedroom. he lays you gently on the mattress then lays down beside you while pulling the edges of your towels over both of you like a makeshift blanket.
“i think,” onyankopon whispers into the comfortable silence, his voice full of a tiredness , “that this house is officially ours now.”
“it’s a good start,” you murmured as your eyes are already fluttering shut as you drift off to sleep in his arms.
saw this vid on twitter and immediately thought about connie likekdsjd—angeleyes!connie to be exact hehe! (wc: 1.2k)
just imagine bein’ at some kinda block party—a block party for dr independence day, and after hours of drinks, blunts (smoked by connie only), and grinding on each other with fuck me eyes, connie was finally at his wits end.
“te deseo,” the six foot something man whispered in your ear, his nose brushing over the shell of it a second later. his hands were hot on your waist, squeezing the supple skin possessively before snaking his fingertips past the hem of your shorts.
you froze, lashes fluttering almost doe like. “you mean, like . . right here? we couldn’t possibly—”
“i mean in my car you scaredy cat. i’m a little too faded to drive, but y’know i’m parked further away from here,” he chuckled, nosing at curve of your neck. the scent of his cologne wafted into your nose, dizzying your mind further. “m’not tryna fuck, or nothin’ . . . yet. solo quiero saborearte.”
you made a sound of faux protest, the drink in your hand feeling extra heavy all of a sudden. some head didn’t sound half bad at all . . especially after having two shots—it was just the whole doing it in public thing that had your heart fluttering.
his windows were blacked out . . and with all the festivities going on, you were almost sure no one would notice. well, as long as connie kept his promise, and kept it to some head.
so, that’s how you ended up in the backseat of his car, knees pushed to your chest while the jean shorts you were wearing, along with your panties, dangled off one of your ankles.
at first, your heart was hammering against your ribcage at the naughty, and ohhh so illegal act, but then you felt connie’s tongue slither over your slicked clit. the moan he let out from finally tasting you was pretty, so pretty that it had more slick dripping from your entrance.
“shit, babe,” you mewled, lips twisting into a pleasurable frown when connie laid a tatted hand on your left breast. the tank top you were wearing was comfortable, thin—thin enough to show the peaks of your nipples with little to no teasing.
his other hand grazed over your thighs, slowly making its down to your pussy. his fingers circled over your clenching hole, meanwhile the other squeezed tenderly at your breast. “never been so happy to not have a bra in my way. sabía que se veían extra bonitos por una razón.”
“mmm, i-i wanted to be comfortable since we was gon’ be out all day,” he heard you comment from above, your hand now resting on his head. a few days prior, he got his monthly buzzcut, and it had him looking so yummy. “go faster, please?”
connie cupped your clit between his glossy lips and suckled, hard. his ring and middle finger prodded at your entrance, and you squealed, hips jerking upward.
the hand that was resting on your chest, pushed against your mouth rather roughly. “tienes que guardar silencio, preciosa. don’t wanna draw any attention do you?” connie muttered against your pulsing clit, full lips ghosting over the bud delicately.
you let out a whine; embarrassed and muffled, but still shook your head ‘no’ with a glazed over look in your eyes.
he pressed a wet kiss to your mound, and inhaled deeply. “good . . you wanna hold my hand?” and then his brown eyes were on yours. his irises were dark, but the way he looked at you was soft and comforting.
when your head bobbed up and down in agreement, his bigger hand enveloped yours—warm, rough, but gentle as ever. he allowed you to squeeze it as hard as you needed while he slurped at your cunt, nimble fingers now curling deliciously against that spongy spot that only he could find.
it wasn’t long before you started creaming his fingers, translucent, white pearls of it sloppily dripping down his wrist, and onto the black, leather seats.
“más, dame más,mami,” he slurred into your dewy folds, reddened eyes flicking up to your watery ones. the pads of his fingers massaged your g-spot greedily. “papi need its it—c‘mon.”
obscene squelching noises filled the cramped area, along with your terribly concealed moans.
your nails dug into the skin of his palm, earning a small groan from him. “d-deja de hablar! make me cum before someone hears us.”
pearly white teeth grazed over your clit, and then, connie was actually pouting. the noise your cunt made when he removed his fingers was almost deafening, and to make things even more embarrassing, he actually held them up, and admired them. “you’re no fun . .”
sigh.
now you felt a little bad. why did he have to be so cute?
“hey . . .” you cupped his shiny chin, and ran your thumb over his cupids bow. “the sooner we finish up in here, the sooner we can sober up, n’ get home. you best believe i won’t be satisfied after just one, quick nut.”
connie’s dick throbbed behind his jeans at your words. your duality was quite impressive—one minute, you’re too bashful to even get proper words out, and the next, you’re fixing your lips to say some of the nastiest words he’s ever heard.
“come on, papi. open—”
the petal soft skin of your soaked folds grazed over his chin when you raised your hips, “por favor, tócame.”
he didn’t bother to say anything. why would he waste his breath spewing out anymore pointless words, when he could just delve back into the sweet, syrupy mess that was your pussy.
“yessuh—o-ouuuu shit!”
connie moaned into your cunt, dark, pretty lashes fluttering. his hand wrapped around your throat, and when he got bored of that, he pushed two fingers past your parted lips. both of your hands wrapped around his wrist, and then you started to suck.
your thighs trembled, and it only spurred him further, fingers and tongue working overtime to bring you to climax. a particular harsh nudge against you g-spot finally broke the dam in your lower belly, and before you could even think of letting out a shout, connie was covering your mouth again.
eventually, he removed his fingers from your convulsing hole, and focused on your clit, giving it soft, yet precise licks.
that made you whine loudly into his palm, and although most of it was muffled, he could definitely make out the ‘—nnieeeee’ part of it.
he only stopped when you kicked at his back in overstimulation, with fat tears threatening to spill over your lash line. your clit was released with a lewd pop, and then shown some love seconds after with a chaste kiss.
“damn, you got my neck all wet,” he chuckled, running a hand over the column of his throat. it was slick with your cum, and so were the seats below, but the real mess was sitting pretty, right between your thick thighs.
your clit was enticingly puffy, peeking out from between your chubby lips that were streaked with cream.
*huff* “that was really good, babe . . now can you help me up? i fear i’ve been in this position for too long.”
and just like that, the lustful look in your eyes was gone, and replaced with your usual cute, but blank expression.
it was safe to say you had a good time celebrating dominican independence day as his official girlfriend.
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