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Is it my period or do I really want to end it all ?
Woke up with such anxiety filled heart and brain. I can’t let it ruin my day, I just can’t !
— °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ NOT SO CLEAN
summary: suguru comes home from a long day at work to you resting after cleaning the entire apartment, not everything stayed clean though.
wc: 2.4k
cw: suguru geto x black!fem reader, soft!dom suguru, established relationship (engaged), oral (f. receiving), fingering, persuading, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, back-to-back squirting, pussy slapping, wet/messy descriptions, use of pet names,, suguru is lowk obsessed.
The sheets were still warm from the dryer when you slipped under them.
Soft. Clean. Tucked so tight the corners looked hotel crisp—just the way you liked them. Silk pillowcases fresh from the wash. Diffuser on. You had wiped down every surface, Swiffered the floor twice, and even finally reorganized the top drawer of your shared nightstand. Candle that you always had to light after cleaning flickering on the counter, just for you to feel complete. You were ready to do nothing for the rest of your night.
And then the door opened.
Keys hit the entry table. His boots landed next. The familiar weight of his presence surrounding the quiet of the shared apartment.
You didn’t look up when he stepped into the bedroom—just kept scrolling on your phone, propped up against your favorite pillow with the throw blanket tucked over your knees. Your body fresh out the shower, oiled, bare under your burgundy silk robe that was slightly open at the chest area. Your mind already clocked out.
Suguru stayed quiet longer than usual. He didn’t give you his usual greeting of asking you how your days was almost immediately, you knew what that meant.
You felt it before you saw it—his attention. Thick. Intentional. The kind that made the air buzz a little different. And when you finally lifted your gaze, his was already on you.
He was still in his slacks and black button-up, sleeves rolled just past his elbows, one hand braced against the doorframe as his eyes locked onto you.
“You cleaned the whole room just for me to mess it up again?” he asked, voice low and even, just this side of teasing. Every time you and Suguru had sex, the sheets were always ruined with either your slick oozing onto them, sweat from how many rounds you guys would go, or if he made you squirt all over the sheets.
You squinted at him. “No. I cleaned it for me. You just live here.”
He chuckled softly but didn’t move.
Just let the silence stretch out long enough for you to feel the weight of his thoughts settling between you both. He stares at the way your lotion gave your collarbone that familiar glow for a little too long.
You lifted an eyebrow. “You good?”
“Mhm,” he said, but his eyes didn’t leave you. “You look too relaxed.”
“I am relaxed.”
“That’s what I mean.”
You stared.
He stared back.
Then slowly, Suguru pushed off the doorframe, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the rest of the day, and crossed the room with the kind of pace that made your breath sit tighter in your chest. It was almost uncomfortable.
“You know,” he said once close enough for you to smell the faint bite of cologne lingering on his shirt, “I like it when you let yourself chill every once in a while. It’s cute.”
“I don’t know if I should say thank you or be offended?”
“You should always say thank you,” he murmured, already reaching for the edge of the blanket. “But I also know you, sweetheart.”
He has that smug tone in his voice that he always had when he wanted you underneath him, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. You knew that tone too well.
You shifted beneath the covers, hands catching his wrist. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“I know what you’re doing. Don’t mess up the sheets. I just cleaned everything.”
He smiled—the soft, dangerous kind that tells you he already made up his mind.
“I’m not trying to ruin anything,” he said. “I just missed you.”
You gave him a look.
“What? I cant kiss my fiancee no more without her acting like she don’t love me?”
“No, you’re tryna fuck.”
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“But you want to.”
He hummed like he was thinking about it. Then leaned in to press a kiss just under your ear.
“You been home all day,” he murmured, dragging his lips down the line of your neck. “Did you think about me at all?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
You were lying. As soon as he left this morning, you touched yourself to the home videos he recorded before rolling out of bed to clean. He didn’t need to know that though.
He slid his hand up your side, light and slow, like he was just exploring. His fingers grazed underneath your robe onto your bare thigh.
“I’m serious, Suguru. You’re gonna ruin our sheets.”
You said it again, firmer this time, even if your voice didn’t quite match the tension building in your thighs. You meant it—you always meant it when it came to your space being clean—but the problem was, he knew the difference between your real boundaries and the ones you only said out of stubbornness. Knew it down to the breath you held right before giving into him.
And the way your thighs pressed together just now?
That gave him everything he needed.
“Mmh,” he nodded, dragging a finger down the seam of your thigh like he was agreeing with you. “Of course.”
His voice was too calm. Too agreeable. And when he leaned down to kiss the inside of your knee, the way his eyes flicked up to meet yours said the opposite of of course.
“Don’t ‘of course’ me,” you muttered, shifting slightly, tugging the blanket higher like it was a barrier strong enough to stop him. “I mean it. I just washed everything, Sugu.”
“I hear you sweet girl,” he said, still nodding. Still smiling. That soft, calculated kind of smile he wore when he knew exactly what game he was playing. “I always hear you.”
His lips grazed over your knee again, and then up, brushing just above it, his palm coming to rest on your shin, warm and slow. The weight of it made your skin buzz.
“You know I respect you, right?” he murmured, voice low, slow, like he was trying to lull you out of your own rules. “I know how hard you worked on the place. I really appreciate you.”
You started fidgeting as you stared at him. “….You’re trying to distract me.”
He just grinned, unbothered.
“‘Course I’m distracting you,” he said. “You looked so peaceful when I walked in, all lotioned up with your legs under this soft ass blanket… You were begging me to come touch you.”
You tried to open your mouth to argue, but his hand ran up your leg again, fingers skimming over your calf, then higher, thumb brushing along your inner thigh.
“You’re always so tense after you clean,” he said, like it was just an observation. Like it wasn’t laced with knowing. “All that energy’s still in your body. Gotta let my baby relax.”
Your breath hitched against your will. His mouth was at the top of your thigh now, kissing just at the curve of your hip—slow, coaxing, like a promise. You swallowed.
“Suguru, if you—if you make me—”
“Shh,” he said against your skin. “I won’t. I promise.”
You narrowed your eyes. You don’t believe him at all.
He chuckled, he one-handedly untied the knot holding your robe closed, and exposing you to him. Not touching you yet —just looking.
“I said I missed you,” he said. “And I did. You really gonna make me sleep next to you all night without even tasting you a little?”
Your mouth went dry. The warmth between your legs heated up like it always did when he talked like that—when he used that quiet, confident, reverent tone like you were something to be savored.
You sighed, voice softer than before. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Suguru. I know how you are.”
He leaned forward, kissed your cheek, then your jaw.
“‘M not lying,” he whispered. “You know I don’t have to do all that to make you feel good.”
And you hated that he was right.
Because he could absolutely effortlessly make you nut—have you gasping, gripping his arm, coming apart in seconds, all without ever going that far. But you also knew how much he loved watching you lose control. Especially when you swore you couldn’t squirt when you first started dating and he proved you wrong.
And you knew what tonight was.
It was one of those nights.
The ones where he got exactly what he wanted—and what he wanted was to press his lips to the softest part of you until the sheets were soaked with your release and you were whining about how you told him not to.
He kissed the corner of your mouth.
“C’mon,” he murmured, letting his fingers slide across the inside of you thigh. “Let me love on you a little. Just a little.”
Your jaw clenched.
The clean freak in you said no. But your body said yes the moment his thumb grazed that spot you couldn’t ever lie about.
This ‘hard to get’ thing you were trying to do didn’t end up lasting long—it never did. You dont even know how you got here but you ended up under him, legs wide. The wet between your thighs was relentless—loud, sticky, soaking into your pretty new sheets you swore you would keep clean this time like a warning sign. Suguru didn’t care. He was watching it happen now, eyes fixed between your legs like he wanted to memorize how wrecked you looked.
Your thighs trembled, fat jiggling every time his palm met your clit again, and he was still dragging it out—three fingers deep inside, thumb gliding through your slick like it wasn’t pouring out of you with every breath you took.
Your brown skin glistened in the low light, especially where your thighs met—fat folds slick with creamy shine, all that warmth sticky and glossy from the way he was working you.
“Look at this fuckin’ pussy,” he muttered, almost reverent as he licked his lips. “So fuckin’ pretty—shit, I cant get enough of you.”
He’d already made you cum twice, when he ran his tongue through your folds until your clit was engorged and sensitive. You were so overstimulated but you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn’t stop it—the wave hit like lightning. Your whole body jerked with it, thighs clapping wet against his wrist, and his hand only moved faster.
“You feel that?” he said low, voice rough and close to a growl. “You hear that shit, doll? My messy girl.”
Schlick-Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Your pussy sounded so sloppy with the way he rubbed you—palming your clit side to side now, not even neat about it. Just messy, just mean.
“Sugu! You’re making me—shit!” Slick gushed out of you as you gasped and his knuckles got drenched. You couldn’t keep your legs still. The sheets underneath were ruined—drenched and sticking to the round curve of your ass and thighs, damp from your sweat, you almost started the way your body just kept letting go.
He didn’t stop. Not even when you whimpered and tried to press your thighs shut.
“Nuh uh,” he murmured, gently pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh. “Open up f’r me. Lemme see that pretty mess you made.”
You sobbed a little, overwhelmed.
He rubbed your clit in tight circles now—fast, calculated, like he was trying to make you squirt even harder.
And you did.
You didn’t even know you could squirt back to back like that until you met Suguru. This time it sprayed up onto your belly, slick splattering over the robe laid out underneath you and his button up, gliding down into the folds between your waist and thighs. He started slapping your swollen pussy, making your juices spew everywhere, your whole body jerking every slap. He let it coat his hand. Rubbed it in. Slid it all over your pussy and back up the creases of your folds, eyes eating up how wet and glossy you were.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, licking his lips again, “I should frame this shit.”
You blinked up at him, dazed and sweaty, lips trembling and slick.
And Suguru just smiled at you, dark and low and satisfied—hand still cupped gently over your throbbing clit, like he didn’t want the moment to end yet.
“Baby,” you whined, “I knew you were gonna ruin the sheets.” you frown, trying to ignore the fact that you were still shaking due to the aftershock of your orgasms.
“I didn’t ruin the sheets,” he said, finally pulling his hand back with a slick sound, palm glistening. “you did.”
You roll your eyes as you lightly push his chest as you get up to tie your robe again. “You’re getting in the shower with me and washing the sheets again, tonight.”
He stares at you as you make your way to the bathroom, already thinking about fucking you in the shower.
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୭ৎ doggystyle with husband!toji. thick!woc!reader.
the bedroom is warm. dim.
the lamplight paints gold across the edge of the mattress where your hands are planted, knuckles digging into the sheets. the scent of sweat, sex, and him fills the air—thick, humid, wrapping you in it like a second skin.
you’re on all fours, head tipped low, your spine curving into the perfect arch for him.
every shift makes your hips jiggle, makes your plush ass spread open around the thick, glistening stretch of him as he drives himself back into you.
toji’s got you where he wants you—hips caged in his big hands, fingertips digging deep enough to leave bruises. his strokes are steady but heavy, the kind that makes your eyes roll before you can catch yourself.
the bedframe groans with every push forward, the mattress dipping under the sheer weight of him pressing you down.
he’s already made you cum four times tonight.
each one sharper, messier, wetter than the last—until your thighs were trembling just trying to hold yourself up. but toji doesn’t care that your voice is thin from moaning, that your body keeps shivering in the aftershocks.
“fuuuck, ma—look at’ya. drippin’ aalll over me, yeah? y’hear that? that’s me all in your guts, mama.”
you can hear it. the slick, obscene wetness between your thighs every time he bottoms out, his tip punching deep against that spot that makes you cry out.
“f-fuuck, toji, i c-cant—!” you draw the syllables out, drool slipping past your kiss-swollen lips.
your pussy is a mess—soft walls fluttering around him, so wet that his thrusts feel almost punishing in how easily he slides through. the thick base of him is soaked, a ring of both your orgasms clinging to his skin, dripping down his balls.
“gonna keep pumpin’ you full—make you a m-mama f’r real this time,” he moans pathetically, leaning forward until his chest presses to your back. his breath is warm on your ear, his cock still buried to the hilt. you can feel his heartbeat there, pounding as hard as yours.
your body sways under him with each sharp thrust. “y-yesss—o-oh ffuuck, make me a m-mommy!”
the rhythm is relentless—his hips snapping into you with enough force to make your heavy tits bounce, your soft tummy pressed against the bed with each impact. the heat inside you keeps building, overwhelming, spilling over into a constant hum in your bones.
your breathing is ragged, lashes damp with sweat. full and plush thighs ache but your hips keep rocking back into him, hungry for more. you can feel him—every vein, every pulse—stretching you to the limit.
“mmh—mami, you feel fuckin’ perfect. gonna keep this p-pretty pussy real nice ‘n full for me. gimme a look—look at me when ‘m makin’ you mine.”
and you obeyed him quick. you glance back over your shoulder, half-lidded, lips parted.
the lamplight catches the glint of sweat at your collarbone, the flush high on your cheeks. your voice is low, sultry, and wrecked when you finally speak.
“then f-fuckin’ do it. f-fill me—hah!—up again… wanna make you a—hic!—daddy.”
it’s like you lit a fuse.
his growl rumbles against your back as his pace sharpens, every stroke deeper, heavier—fucking the breath out of your lungs. your nails curl into the sheets, your mouth falling open on a moan you can’t hold back.
“o-oh fuuck, mami. you wanna kill me, huh?” toji rasps, and you could tell it’s taking everything in him not to throw his head back, roll his eyes, and fill you so much your tummy bulges.
“y-y’can’t fuckin’ talk to me like that, ma.”
he’s close. you can feel it in the way his hips jerk, in the way his hands tighten on your waist. his voice is a bit higher, almost desperate—
“yeaah, take it—milk me, baby. squeeze my d-dick just like that. sh-shit, you’re milkin’ me—”
the moment he spills inside you is brutal in its intensity. his thrusts slow but stay deep, grinding his hips against your ass as thick, hot ropes of cum flood you.
and just when you know it, your orgasm comes crashing down on you. “fu-fuck—toji ‘m c-cumming!”
your walls seize around him, your body shuddering with another climax you didn’t expect, pleasure rolling through you in waves. you can feel it. all of him. the pressure, the heat, the mess. it’s so much that it starts to leak out, slipping down your inner thighs in warm trails.
toji stays there—deep, unmoving—for a moment, just breathing hard against your shoulder. one of his hands drags forward, pressing over your lower belly, right where his cock still throbs inside you.
“thaat’s it… keep it in there. that’s my nasty fuckin’ wife.”
your body trembles under him, your voice faint but still laced with heat when you whimper back—
“a-again, toji. really wan’ make you a daddy.”
his laugh is low, dangerous, and before you can brace yourself, he’s already pulling back to give you exactly what you asked for.
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your knees pressed against your breast, your breath was uneasy. you anticipated feeling his textured tounge toying with your fat clit - or even tounge fucking you. after all, the point was for him to get his cream.
eren; just like your other men knew your body well. you shivered whimpering when he blew on your hot pussy, watching closely at the slight movement from your clit. and how you clenched, making ony’s white cun slowly slide from your hole in a thick batch. “pretty stop playing with my baby” ony said, but he could hear the playfulness in his tone. connie snickered beside him, making you whine eyes rolling. “connie shut u-mm” your heart stilled, eren swiping through your fat folds and moaning. it was a breath that he took, a single second to let you marinate into his taste buds. a small amount of time for his self control to deplet and he dive into your pussy like an animal.
eren was the best pussy eater out of all the boys. they each had their own specialty- and each knew one another weaknesses, and eren was just the best. he didn’t just eat your pussy, he savored it. made you cum in his mouth just to drip it back onto your pussy and eat you again. he was quite literally addicted to you. his tounge licked up ony’s cum, his eyes closed and humming in satisfaction against you. he slowly slithered his long muscle into your cunt, making ‘ah’ sounds as he fucked you. “oh goodnes” your body shook, feet digging into the bottom of his back. you hips bucked up into his face, riding the wave of the feeling in your stomach.
you were hot, preying eyes and side comments of how you were a slut, and you were. you pushed his face more into your pussy, his nose bumping against your clit, the rest of ony’s thick cum sliding out of you and into the awaiting mouth. eren pulled back from you, a glistening face and hungry eyes. you finally felt air go through your lungs. you were done- but you weren’t. in quickness your legs were now over you head, eren’s tounge on your ass circling your small pucked hole. “fuckkkk rennieee!” your eyes crossed, teeth chattering together when he slid into your ass humming.
“oh shit” connie breathlessly laughed, from where he and onyankopon stood they could see your ass clench against eren’s tongue. ony watched intensely, your screams of help, how you couldn’t take it going to death ears. he watched you shake and cum, squirt dribbling from you like a water fall getting all into his pretty’s hair. how you pushed at eren’s head, trying to scoot from the pleasureable torture, and finally give up. cream now falling from you hole, to your ass hole that eren gladly ate up. your eyes slowly lost vision, pleasure so much that you lost consciousness and eren was too into it to notice.
onyankopon gently pulled eren from you, he rubbing his cheek seeing the fire in his green orbs from being interrupted. “look pretty you put her to sleep.” eren turned to see you smiling dazed, small snores coming from you. “you did so good for me baby boy, let connie fix that” he jerked his head to the large bulge in his pants. that made connie perk up, walking over to the bed quickly.
the pink fluffy pillow made your knees feel so good! your knees felt great, you couldn’t help but thank your men in your head. your head bobbed and bobbed. sucking and slurping up as much cum as you could. you were so zoned out, so into it that you hadn’t realized it had been hours. hours swallowing connie’s cum and sucking him hard and fast for more. your pretty chubby face was creamy. wet, slimy, spit dripping from the corner of your mouth while your eyes stayed on connie’s tired ones. “c-c’mon mama. you not tired?” you nodded, humming around him making his thighs tenses, balls jumping and cum splatter out of his sore red tip. he groaned head lulling back against the couch.
you were gonna swallow it and keep going, tummy slowly getting full with him but a harsh hand grabbed your head pulling you off the pretty tan dick that fell back against connie’s stomach. “let me see” ony’s deep voice sent a shiver down your body, pussy soaking down onto your fluffy pink pillow. turning you head you made eye contact with the chocolate man, his eyes counting money, tieing it and adding it to the stack that was on the table. when he finally looked up at you he smirked, shaking his head at his messy girl then counted the new money in his hand. “open ya mouth princess” your cheeks were puffy, mouth still savoring the last little load of connie. your tounge came out, white cream all over it. both men laughed at how innocent you looked - and connie groaned.
“this isn’t funny” his eyes were still closed, body tired and almost entering sleep. “i mean ..” eren stated staring down at you, you looked up at him, doe eyes making his own dick jerk. it was sudden - him dropping to your level and kissing you hard. you shared the cum gladly with your rennie, moaning against his lips and trying to pull down his sweats all until ony interrupted- again. “aye no!” he said more to eren; money all counted and now he wanted you. “you got a run to make pretty” pulling back with a pop of his lips; eren rolled his eyes grunting. he stared at your face, kissed you lips and left you there. wet, needy, sad. you watched all his moves. how he walked and grabbed his black bag, dapping onyankopon then softly kissing his lips leaving. he gave you a stubble wink - a wink you knew all about.
once gone it was quiet - all except connie’s snores. your pussy throbbed needing something and ony knew exactly what do to. he whistled, making you look up from the ground to see his curved cock out and waiting. you didn’t even remember when exactly you got up from your knees. but you remember exactly when you slid down onto him - slowly, rotating your hips to fit his curve. the stretch he gave being such a painful pleasure. you moaned loudy forehead falling against his as you bounced. “that’s my girl” he encouraged, lips kissing your neck and slapping your ass. “get whatcha need my baby”
your ass clapped against his thighs. “d-daddyyy” hands rested on his kness, ony bit his lips pulling up your crop top exposing your brown hard nipples. he spit on your left one and pinched your right one. the lawn chair creeking beneath you both, as he bucked up into you meeting you in the middle. his white teeth grazed your left nipple sucking it in. “oh!fuckkk!” you pussy squeezed around him, eyes rolling to the back or your head as your body slightly spasmed. “you there?” he pulled back leaving you nipple cold, his hands moved to your ass, spreading your cheeks and sliding down his chair more taking full control.
your head fell into his neck, weed and cologne making you go dizzy. his dick going deeper touching that spot only your three boys could. you babbled. babbled about nothing, squeezing his tattooed muscular arms in the white shirt while you creamed for what felt like days.white slim made a mess on onyankopon. he gritted his teeth, grunting. his own release being stuffed in your pussy. “love my baby” he mumbled muscles flexing, and his hand patting your back. dick just resting in your tunnel.
“gotta save that cum for rennie” he whispered in your ear, still sending comforting pats to your back making your mind slowly go blank. “daddy gotta make sure all his babies good”
a slap to your cheek brought you back. your eyes zoned in to how fucked out you looked in the mirror. your back arched and face wet with tears and dried cum, your teeth bit and gnawed mindlessly into the big hand that kept you from screaming. all you could feel was pleasure, and it got worse as you made eye contact with the man in the mirror. “c‘mon baby, can’t zone out on me.” toji was mean, a big meany with a even bigger cock. he wasn’t what you needed but wanted so so bad. your body shook beneath him, ass clapping against his cock as he fucked you like a fuck toy. your hands pressed against the cool floor hoping to regain a little piece of your mind but you couldn’t and toji definitely wouldn’t allow you to.
slapping your ass he angled himself, your cunt wet and hot. molding to every vein that he carried on his fat dick. you felt him go deeper, your breath becoming stuck in your throat, ears ringing - and your pudgy stomach poking out a little more as if you were bloated. “that’s my good girl” his rough voice spoke into the air. you moaned loud, a chuckle leaving his raspy throat before a deep growl. “stop squeezing my cock darlin” you stared into the mirror, eyes crossing and pussy clenching over and over. your ass hole puckered and unpuckerd, toji looking at it and spitting on it before easing his chubby thumb in.
“i.said.stop.” using his thumb in your ass he pushed you back on his cock, pretty pussy making noise as he fed it dick and pre cum. he watched as cream dripped onto the floor, your pussy sticky and wet. “messy thing, you love this huh baby?” toji made eye contact with you, staring deep in your soul. you nodded, nodded fast, moaning; voice gone. your eyes could only stay glued to his pretty face, trying to keep consciousness. but you were losing. “c-can’t” you barely whispered, pussy red and sore, filled so much that you couldn’t take anymore. “yes you can.” toji said fucking you harder. “look how this pretty pussy is taking me, she wants it. so do you” he gripped your chin with his unoccupied hand, making you look into the mirror.
“two sluts who are only for my pleasure” toji’s cock jerked inside of you, more cream seeping from between you two. “who’s are you baby?” he said gently, balls slapping against your pussy, and thumb fucking into your ass. he broke you. broke you so bad that you could only whisper his name, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of you head. your pussy squirted everywhere and for hours it felt like. the last thing you could hear was toji saying fuck breathlessly, his balls scrunching and his thick cum filling your hole.
Let’s hope for the best !
Hi girl love your work can you one where modern day smoke overstimulates black reader in a car with a toy
“YOU TIRED NOW?”
thank you boo!! here you gooo,
You’d been acting up all damn day.
Fussin’ about everything. The heat. The long line at the hardware store. The slow-ass cashier at the tire shop. The way Smoke always waved at old ladies. Even the music on the radio — “why you always playin’ the same five songs, Smoke?”
He ain’t say much, just kept driving with that toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth, hand hanging off the wheel, the thick veins in his forearms twitching every time you huffed. He let you pout, let you cross your thick thighs in that little black tennis skirt, let you roll your eyes every time he said, “We makin’ one more stop.”
And now, hours later — night draped across the windows, air thick with your sass — he’d had enough.
The car was parked outside a dark-ass gas station lot, engine humming low, headlights off. You were curled in the passenger seat with your arms crossed under your tits, still grumbling, barely looking his way.
“I’m tired,” you whined, dragging the word out like it owed you something. Smoke didn’t look at you. Just leaned his tall body back, exhaled through his nose, and reached into the backseat. You heard the sound before you saw it — a soft mechanical whirr, vibrating low and dangerous, making your spine straighten.
You turned your head slow, eyes wide, watching him lift the vibrator out the back like it was a tool he’d been meaning to use all along. The pink one. Thick at the base, tapered, with that silky little nub at the tip you swore he used to torture you with every time you got too mouthy.
“You tired?” he finally said, voice deep and even.
Your thighs pressed together. You didn’t answer.
“I asked you a question, baby.”
“…yes,” you said, barely above a whisper. Smoke smirked. Turned toward you now, spreading his thick legs a little wider as he held the toy in one hand, lazily circling the power button with his thumb. “Mm. Funny how you got all that mouth when the sun up. Now it’s night, you quiet. You know what I think?”
You shifted in your seat, heart thudding. “I think you ain’t tired, you just spoiled. And I need to remind you who’s in charge.” Before you could blink, he nodded toward your lap. “Pull them panties down. Flip that lil skirt up.”
You stared. “Smoke—“ “Now.”
His voice was low. Stern. That heavy tone that vibrated all the way into your ribs. You swallowed hard and obeyed, shifting your hips up to tug the lacy pink panties down your thick thighs. Your skirt bunched up in your lap, soft and wrinkled, and you were already wet — embarrassingly wet — from the slow burn of teasing and denial all damn day.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Leakin’ from nothin but attitude.” He leaned over, kissed your inner thigh, then pressed the vibrator right to your clit — no warning. The soft buzz hit you like a punch, and your whole body jumped.
“F—fuck, Smoke!”
He grinned and held it steady. “Nah. You gon’ sit there and take it. Put your legs up on the dash. Lemme see that pretty pussy while she cryin’.” You whimpered, obeying, thighs shaking as you spread for him. He didn’t give you time to think. Just moved the toy in lazy circles, watching your slick drip down to the seat.
And then — two fingers.
Right in.
No warning. No mercy.
You screamed.
The stretch was perfect — those thick, calloused fingers curling into your soft walls, dragging slow like he was memorizing the shape of you again. He crooked them just right, rubbed right into that aching spongey spot, and your back arched.
It was too much.
But you needed it.
“Smoke, baby—” “You wanted to act like a brat? Sit in my car actin’ like you run me?” He kept talking, low and nasty, while his fingers moved in and out. “All that complainin’. All that huffin’. Now look at you.” The vibrator hadn’t moved. Still buzzing against your clit, strong and mean. The combo of that and his fingers — it was too much. Your legs twitched. Your vision blurred.
Your first orgasm hit so hard you saw white.
But he didn’t stop.
In fact, he pressed harder.
You tried to jerk away, but his free hand shot out, gripping your thigh with force. “Don’t move. You know better.” You sobbed. “Smoke, I c-can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, watching your cunt flutter around his fingers. “You can take every fuckin’ drop of this, mama.” And you did — your second orgasm rushed up like a tsunami, no pause between the first and the second, your body wracked with heat and trembles.
Your thighs were shaking uncontrollably now. Eyes glassy. Lips parted. Drool touched the corner of your mouth, and you didn’t even care. The air in the car was thick with sex and sweat and him, his deep, masculine scent grounding you while your body dissolved under his touch.
“Lemme hear that mouth now,” he teased, fucking his fingers into you faster, rubbing the vibe in tighter circles. “Go head. Fuss. Whine. Cuss at me.” You couldn’t. All you could do was moan and cry, your pussy clenching and pulsing, the pleasure turning painful, delirious, addictive.
And that’s when it hit again — a third wave, harder than the last two. You screamed his name, legs twitching violently. Tears streamed down your cheeks. Your voice was raw. “I—I’m gonna pee—!” “No you not,” he growled, fucking the vibrator against your clit now. “You gon’ cum again.”
And you did.
You didn’t know how many times. You lost count after four. Your throat was hoarse. Your thighs burned. Your body slumped against the seat like you’d melted into it. The windows were fogged. Your panties were soaked. You didn’t even remember pulling them off. Your whole body buzzed, and your clit was still twitching, throbbing, overstimulated and so sensitive it felt like it might pop.
But all you could do was look at him with tears in your eyes. And that bastard smiled. “Now you tired.”
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Pairings: Onyankapon x black fem!reader
Notes: I wrote this listening to two songs on repeat😩: Church - Chase Atlantic slowed and Where You belong - The Weekend (Take a listen as you read.ᐟ)
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Storming out of the sleek black car, you slammed the door behind yourself, ignoring the distant sound of another slamming harshly as your feet carried you forward.
You moved swiftly, heels producing a steady beat against the hardwood floor as you sauntered down the long hallway leading toward your shared bedroom.
The steady steps of your husband grew closer as you approached the master bedroom, black stiletto cladded fingers twisting the metal handle, pulse spiking as you stepped into the dimly lit room.
A sudden gasp left your throat, lips parting as a veined hand grasped the back of your neck, spinning you toward the source of your anger.
The cold bite of what you knew as a wedding band pressed against your neck, Umber eyes glaring down at you, fingers gliding from the base of your neck toward the front.
Tattooed fingers using the sides as leverage to tilt your view up toward him.
Onyankapon’s lazy eyes assessed your features, brows furrowed as he spoke.
“Use your words baby, did I upset you?”
You averted your gaze, breath hitching as he leaned his face closer to yours, enunciating his question with a slight tilt of his head, pointer and thumb releasing its grasp along your throat, instead working to tilt your head closer toward his.
You watched, waiting, chest rising rapidly — each breath edged with unfathomable irritation — as his eyes flickered between yours, searching, questioning, what the fuck he’d done to upset you.
“Hm?” He hummed, pink tongue dragging against his bottom lip, granting you a glimpse of the diamond laced grills on the top row of his teeth as he backed you up toward the edge of the bed.
Your knees buckled at the feeling of the soft mattress behind you, body bouncing slightly as you fell.
A tattooed thumb ran across your lip, smearing the butter gloss you’d applied — mere moments before — as his thumb pushed slightly against them, lips parting at the intrusion.
A slight tilt of his head finalized his previous question.
“Open that pretty little mouth, baby, tell me… How can I make you feel better?”
You swiveled your head to the side, rolling your eyes in aggravation as the recollection of his hand on the gorgeous woman’s waist danced through your head once more.
The way he clasped the woman’s slim hand, seeming to forget that those freshly manicured fingers had been deep inside you mere moments before. His middle finger — etched with the mesmerizing swirl of your first name, tattooed in fine, cursive letters — swirling around your hard clit as your pussy clenched desperately, around the baby pink vibrator pulsing inside you.
The way that gorgeous woman batted her perfectly curled lashes at him. Green, doe eyes, much different from your siren-like ones, seeming to encapsulate him; Her long, tan legs, leading up to her ass — perky, tame, just enough — dramatized by the pop of her hips as she spoke meekly to Ony.
“You know what the fuck you did nigga, stop playin’,” You scoffed.
You were fucking steaming, chest rising rapidly as you clenched your jaw in a futile attempt to halt the disrespectful words threatening to spill from your glossed lips.
You knew you’d fucked up by the way his left eye seemed to twitch, a slow smile pulling across his face as he chuckled lightly.
The emerald cut, baguette diamonds sitting pretty atop his teeth glimmered sexily against the darkness, seeming to illuminate his mouth, though no light was present.
As much as you’d reasoned with yourself while you sat stiffly in the black Maybach seats of his car — or at least tried to — you couldn’t think of any other reason as to why he’d been smiling so damn hard, or why you yourself were so fucking mad.
You were far from insecure, and Onyankapon, he was far from disrespectful, never leading you to second guess the way he felt about you, not once since you’d met, but something was itching in the depths of your mind today to fuck a bitch up, and if it wasn’t gonna be her…then it’d be him.
Onyankapon didn’t take to disrespect lightly, he expected what was given, and gave more than expected. He knew you were mad, but every attempt he’d taken in comforting you, or trying to work out what was wrong, you’d shut that shit down as quick as it came, instead leaving clues behind for him to pick up.
He didn’t play that shit.
You were his woman, and everything a man wished for in a woman. You were the woman, and in no way whatsoever would he have his woman wallowing in a pool of restless anxiety for as long as he was your man.
He could give zero fucks about what anybody else thought.
So you watched, eyes low, as he rose up from his position above yours on your shared bed, his broad stature consuming your view as he tilted his head, taking his sweet-ass fucking time to unbutton the cuffs of his black dress shirt.
You huffed, tutting as you lifted from your lying position atop the cotton sheets, attempting to raise up from the bed before being stopped short by the rough reminder of his presence.
“Sit.”
Your eyes flickered up quickly, lips parting to cuss him out — snapping them shut at the harsh glare in his eyes.
Fuck.
“How many times did I ask if you were okay, (y/n) hmm?”
You swallowed.
“How many times did I ask you…if I did something wrong?” His hands reached up toward his collar, fingers working to undo each button, slowly, tauntingly… too fucking calm.
You glanced to your left. The steady flame of irritation spreading inside you seemed to grow larger, hotter, at the fact that he was irritated with you for being mad.
Who the fuck was he feeling like?
Sizzling silence drowned the room as Onyankapon stared down at you, noting the way your titties sat, perky, pretty, in your black dress, the cotton seeming to accentuate the softness of your curves as you peered up at him, gorgeous brown eyes peeking from beneath a wispy set he’d dropped 350 for the day before.
“What happened to allat’ fucking attitude, mama?” He was toying with you, smile growing dark at your silence.
“Lemme know wassup’. Tell me. Say dat shit wit’ ya chest.”
He watched, aggravated, a slight mug resting against his face as he slipped his shirt off his shoulders, displaying the slutty tattoos hidden beneath.
Tension curled from the Greek pillars surrounding their room, slithering down the walls as you both stared unblinking at each other.
Seething.
Each begging for the other to make a move, to slip.
Your lips parted — wrong.
With only the quickness that Ony himself possessed, his hands gripped your cheeks, puckering your lips as he stared down at you, brows furrowed as he spoke.
“Stop allat’ disrespect shit, (y/n). You a’ big girl, right?”
“You not gone tell me ma? Hmm?” A slight tilt of his head.
Your thighs pressed together, core tightening at the low rasp of his voice. He nodded, a firm, self-affirming nod.
“Show me.”
That’s all you needed.
Onyankapon released his grasp upon your face, sniffling, palm planting two firm taps against your cheek before stretching his arms up to grasp the pillar above your shared bed as your hands reached out.
You gave no warning.
Silence.
Tension snaked closer.
Your stiletto nails scratched down his abdomen, creating shallow indentations in its path as you worked the Matte Gucci belt buckled around his waist.
Ony watched, sinking his teeth into the plush of his lips as he glared at the soft flutter of your wispy lashes, entrapped by your siren-like beauty.
His head tipped, mind whirling at the tickle of your nails slithering beneath the border of the only thing separating him from your view.
His eyes fluttered shut, abs caving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought to control his mind, his heart, from spiraling with every flick of your slick tongue against his mushroom tip—with every swirl of your grip against his dick, every bob of your head.
His eyes rolled, a firm palm planted against the back of your skull as he nudged you further.
“Come onn baby, show me.” Heavy pants slipped his lips, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay lucid. To keep hold of his sanity.
“Yeahhh, show me dat shit, baby.” A firm bite to his plump, two toned lips finalized his statement, eyes glossed, brows furrowed as he stared down at your bobbing head.
"So fuckin greedy, mama, fuck!"
You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, why the fuck did you think he was boutta hand that over to just anyone? To anyone but you?
You reached your arms up, forcing Ony’s palms away from your cheek as he attempted to push you away, pleasure coiling from the tips of his ears to the soles of his feet as he moaned.
You were sucking the soul out of him, sinking the points of your stilettos into his mind without any intention of letting up.
You were speaking to him in a way only you could—engraving every word within the depths of his heart — with your mouth fucking full.
You popped your head off, hand swirling along the soft curve of his dick as you stared up, anger swimming throughout the depths of your pretty brown eyes.
He watched, taking note of the way your lip gloss seemed to blend within the liquid of your spit, chest sticky, chin dripping with a mix of both his and your essence.
“Give it to me, baby. Please, I want it…let me have it,” you whined.
Onyankapon’s body shuddered, your words cracking every ounce of stability he seemed to have lingering as he came.
“Fuckk baby, I feel you, I fucking hear you.” The bass of his voice seemed to crack, shifting between breathy, needy whimpers, and deep, soul-ridden grunts as he pumped his hips in your hands, aching, listening.
His head swam as he watched you rise to your knees, finger trailing up your chest, leaving a trail of his cum in its wake as you slipped your index and middle finger into your mouth, eyes closing, a greedy moan vibrating from the depths of you as you savored the essence of him.
Rough palms reached out, grasping onto the chub of your neck as he crashed his head down, lips racing against yours with unspoken passion as he flattened his frame along yours.
Your thighs circled his slim waist, hands following as they smoothed up his chest, one palm laying against his upper back, the other running along the back of his head — flattening along the sea of waves rippling across his scalp as you moaned.
The lavish, soft cotton of your black dress rode up as his coarse palms ran up your thigh, squeezing, grazing, clutching as your lips flowed feverishly, never once breaking its harmonized movements as he moved your bodies toward the head of the bed.
Your head tilted, head slouching to the side as your lover trailed kisses down the creamy silk of your collar, each peck sizzling against your skin, tattooing a phrase in its wake.
I love you.
I need you.
Fuck me.
Your eyes rolled as Onyankapon’s lips sketched its way down your chest, fists moving to push the delicate sleeves down your shoulders.
Brown eyes followed, heart stuttering as he shoved the fabric down, freeing the weight of your breasts, fabric pooling around your waist. You watched, noting the way his throat bobbed as he gawked longingly, breath catching as he used the mere moment of sanity to take in your beauty. You were perfect. His.
Puffy, swollen lips parted, releasing a needy whimper as his hands trailed its way up plump thighs, the vanilla oil you’d used just mere hours before steaming off of you with the pour of heat radiating from your skin.
The scent was intoxicating, your skin impossibly warm.
You choked, eyes fluttering as his middle finger pressed softly against the lace atop your clit, the fabric seeming to sink between the fat of your wet folds as he applied slight pressure.
“Come on mama, this what you wanted?” His tongue ran along his lips. “Open dat’ pretty ass mouth and lemme know, baby.”
You gasped, waist whining against the flesh of his fingers as your head drooped back, unleashing the whirlwind of feelings you’d held confined; each emotion voiced itself in its own unique moan as Onyankapon’s fingers yielded to the slickness of his tongue and mouth.
"Jus' like dat' pretty, talk to me."
“Ughnn shittt.” Your body melted, each thought of doubt, worry, insecurity pooling out along your cheeks as he hollowed his lips, sucking the hard nub of your puffy clit into his mouth.
“Yeah baby, I hear you, im listenin’ baby. You know dis’.” Your eyes crossed, toes curling within the arch of your Giuseppeas, as your palm slapped repeatedly on the plush of the bed beside you.
“Im cumminnn’ baby, f-fuckkk…yesss!” The hoarseness of your pretty, sultry voice seemed to egg him on, low eyes peeking up beneath long, black lashes as he watched endless bliss rip through you, knowing that he was the sole purpose for your ache-filled tears.
He popped his mouth from the depths of you, diamonds glittering as he bit his lips, the tension in the room replaced with the creamy squelching of your pussy, lips seeming to swallow him as he fucked you.
“There we goo, mama, let it go, let it all go,” His voice grew soft, words spilling in the form of a whisper as his breath grew heavy.
“I love you baby, I’m yours, let go for me, baby. Give it to me.” He said breathlessly.
Your body grew tense, mouth opening in a silent sob as your legs closed in on his hand.
“Breatheee for me baby, breathe, just breathe, feel it.” Your throat stung, fingers clutching onto his forearm as he pumped, shattering you from the inside out.
You let loose, moaning, groaning, sobbing, as your body sang, saturating the room with a song so carnal it’d ring throughout the house for seasons to come.
“Feel that shit baby, I love you (y/n), I’m yours baby, yours, you hear me?” Your eyes crossed.
One could only define Ony as selfish, gluttonous for his pussy as his tongue engraved his name within the depths of you, the way he ate you, chin streamed with your raw essence as he ravaged your pussy.
He was smacking, flicking, sucking — ruthlessly forcing you to your limits.
His hands clutched your thighs, body moving as he kissed his way back up to your tear stricken face. His lips trailed along your neck, whispering, sealing his words as he drew you from the whirlwind of pleasure you’d experienced sheer moments before.
You sobbed, mind teetering as he reined you back into his world, back to the moment you were sharing.
Your eyes laid heavy, palms drifting along your body as you grasped the meat of your thighs, pulling them up and back without order.
Your breasts shook as he tugged you further downward, trousers long gone as he pressed his weight along your thighs, nudging them further back to settle beside your head as the heavy weight of his dick laid between them.
His dick was thick — fat with arousal — the weight of it substantial between you.
Smooth Walnut skin fused within Cinnamon as his tip leaked, dripping along the folds of your pussy.
Ony moved his left hand, angling himself as he pressed inside you, slowly. He needed you to feel him, every fucking inch of him.
His eyes closed briefly, throat bobbing in an attempt to ground himself as dove into you.
His hips flowed, whining lazily as he forced himself to the hilt, left hand drifting up to wrap around your throat as his head tipped backwards.
“J-jesus fuck.”
Your brows furrowed, watching, as the lowly trimmed hairs along his pelvis grazed against you. Your pussy clamped around him, feeling every vein, every pulse, as your bodies tied.
His hips snapped up, dropping in steady motion as he pushed your thighs into the plush of the mattress, using you, giving you everything he had to offer. Baptising himself within the depths of you.
“Ohhh my g-g-,” your breath stalled, barring the words in its tracks as your body reigned numb.
Onyankapon’s hips plunged, torso clamping as he whimpered, waist pushing passionately as a bead of sweat raced between the curve of his abs and onto the pudgy flesh of your tummy. He sank himself, forehead pressing into yours as he clasped the back of your neck, folding you, forcing you to watch as he surrendered himself within the extents of you, engulfed himself within the bounds of your mind.
Your arms moved up, grasping onto the back of his skull as you gawked up at him, eyes never drifting, body humming as he drove into you. You peeked down, watching as cream glazed the fat of his dick, building along his pelvis with each breathtaking stroke.
“Ba-byyy, so fuckin',” you cried, deep and gluttonous, “d-eep baby, oohhh.” Your nails scratched along his hips, fingers grasping the fat of his ass as you creamed.
“I love youuu, shitt,” you were hysterical, mouth slacking open, drool staining your chin.
He was driving you fucking mad.
Onyankapon’s brows furrowed, repetitive whimpers painting the air as he chased his orgasm, pounding, ignoring the burn of his thighs as the fat of your ass ricocheted off his hips.
Smack!
The sting from his palms flattening against the swell of your thighs was all you needed as your body convulsed.
“Ughnn, Oh my-fuckkkk”. Your eyes rolled, barely registering your body’s doing as a stream of arousal sprayed across Ony’s chest. Your pussy clamped, sucking, feeding upon the meat of his dick as he drove himself impossibly deeper.
You could feel him, throat clogging as your stomach burned; he was so fucking deep. Too fucking deep.
So deep within the depths of you, you couldn’t identify where you ended, and he began.
You couldn’t stop fucking cumming. What the fuck?
“Give it to me baby, fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” Your gasp planted heavily against his lips.
Onyankapon’s body grew tense as he dragged himself upright, sweat dripping along the curve of his nose as he gripped your hips.
“Mmm, you feel me, baby? This’ my fucking pussy, (y/fn). All. Fucking. Mine.” With a harsh snap of his hips, he punctuated each word.
“Yeahh look at me baby, you so fucking pretty.” His statement faltered, head slipping back as he burrowed himself into you, grinding, babbling, hips sputtering as he came.
“I’m nuttin' all in this pussy baby, fuckkk.” His eyes rolled, hips still rolling as he came with such intensity he thought he’d be sucked up by fucking darkness itself.
Heavy, rampant pants filled the now quiet room as he looked down at his lady, his woman, his love.
His form sank as he helped you move your legs toward the bed, caressing the fat as your lips connected in a slow, sensual kiss.
“I love you ma, this love ain’t come easy, I need you to talk to me, baby.” His fingers nuzzled the sweaty arch of your cheeks as you peered up at him.
“Let me know when I’ve upset you. Talk to me, don’t hold that shit in baby. Next time you feel like I’m oversteppin’, lemme know. I'm never gonna just rule off ya feelings, baby. Let me know.” His voice lagged, gaze flitting between your view as you nodded—Dazed.
“Aight, come on, lemme run ya pretty ass a bath.” His head lowered, a sultry smile tearing from his lips as he pecked your lips once more.
-𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒆౨ৎ
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Note: long awaited!! This was not supposed to take that long but life got me caught allll the way uppppp. I promise I'll be way more consistent now that I'm finally healed of my devious case of writers block.
P.S. My requests are open! I need ideas 💕
I just finished backstreet rookie, it was so good !
I saw a real guy that I liked, I was too chicken to say hi🥲🙁
"There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future." SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
According to costume designer, Ruth E Carter, the assorted ancestors and descendants present are linked/related/assigned to various actors/characters with in the scene, most obviously with the Chows.
The elderly man with the kora and the copyright friendly Bootsy Collins are both related to Sammy (gifs 1+2) and Pearline's ancestor is the Zulu dancer who can be seen to her right in gif 3.
innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that
how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.
you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.
he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.
sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.
the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.
you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.
you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.
toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.
18+ MDNI, nanami is kind of a meanie :(
nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.
but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.
clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts.
seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you.
“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.
your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.
“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his.
kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls.
“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair.
“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot”
“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.
“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs.
“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.
“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.
kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again.
“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.
and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.
⊹ I AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A NASTY DOG!
. . . BSD MEN AS OVERUSED PORN PLOTS!
wc: 5.3k
cw: MINORS DNI—explicit sexual content, gn!+afab!reader, a lot of anonymous sex, dirty talk, BIG DICK MEN, probably a good amount of ooc, some questionable dynamics/dubcon that can be read through the lens of roleplay and/or prior consent. character-specific warnings—chuuya: public sex, penetration; dazai: penetration, riding, creampie; kunikida: professor/student, oral (m!receiving); fukuzawa: secretary/boss, office sex, oral (m!receiving), facefucking; atsushi: HEAVY DUBCON WARNING, stuck, perv atsushi, penetration; akutagawa: blackmailing if you squint, degradation, choking, penetration; oda: penetration; ango: public sex, penetration, riding; nikolai: dubcon, home intruder f!masturbation, penetration; sigma: a tiny bit of perv sigma, oral (f!receiving); fyodor: priest!fyodor, religion/blasphemy kink, christianity-specific, oral (m!receiving)
reid: putting my dual major in journalism to work by subtitling these like bad porn videos. little not so thought out drabbles many with no definitive ending just silly whore thoughts. some are more stupid than sexy but either way i hope you enjoy because this was a blast to write HAHAHAHA
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⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA—HOT GYM BUDDIES CAN’T WAIT UNTIL AFTER THEIR WORKOUT TO FUCK!
“Yeah, that’s a lot better. Look at you, you got it,” the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. “Give me one more, I know you can.”
The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back up—until on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.
Do It Scared.
Aaron Pierre x Reader
Summary: Aaron left your shared apartment in New York three months ago to film the biggest movie of his career, and every day since, the distance between you has grown. When photos surface of him looking a little too comfortable with an actress at an event, you hit your breaking point and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Warnings: smut
Note: Partially inspired by a Terry fic I read on here recently. Link at the end <3
Word Count: 8.5k