its not that he hates it. nor that he doesnt want to. its a lot more complicated than that.
sukuna always- always fucks you rough and fast.
thats how it has always been. but as a change of phrase, he once decided to try fucking you slow and soft. but to be honest its not like he choose to do so himself, he literally does not see the point in fucking you soft and slow when he can just blow your brains out. but he got curious. and when he happened to ask you one night, ''choose. want me to fuck you slow and soft or rough and fast? you have 5 seconds to make your choice.'' you had answered eagerly to be fucked slow and soft.
and he was willing to comply.
this night he had slipped his cock inside your tight little hole slowly. ever so slowly.
but he was already regretting agreeing to this. the moment your warm, wet, pussy wrapped around his thick cock he was already starting to lose reason. and he was barely half way in. but oh god how much he wanted to just slam his whole length inside of you in one go right than and there. but alas, he wouldn't. he did say he would give you a choice. and he wasnt about to go back on his word right now.
and in contrast to all the things going through his mind, he was holding up well enough. and after some agonizingly slow moments, he was finally all the way inside you. he couldnt help but curse under his breath, he was trying so, so hard to not just start pounding your pussy like a pathetic little fleshlight. oh, why did he subject himself to this torture?
he pulls his hips back slowly, and drives back in devastatingly slower than his used to. you let out a soft whimper in response. and thats when he makes his biggest mistake.
he looks up.
his ruby eyes locking with yours.
and immediately his eyes widen.
your brows are all furrowed and your lips pulled into a pout. in his eyes, he thinks you look like a sad puppy. an adorable puppy whimpering for more. he fucking groans. this isnt fair. why must you be so beautiful? why must you look at him that way? its as if you are begging him to fuck you stupid.
his cock twitches inside your pussy.
his hands grip your hips tightly.
and he pulls his own hips back, the movement is slow. but his following action is not, because next thing you know he is slamming you down on his cock. pounding your pussy like a madman as you moan and slip out protests from your mouth. but his not listening. he cant. and its your fault.
''...don't tell me to stop. t-take. it. this is your fault. so...hah..take. it. all.''
"Tell me if this gets boring," you say demurely, thumbing, almost nervously, at the edge of the page. You can feel Armin's weight against you; a warm, large shoulder pressed into yours, his side so close to yours it is almost making you flush.
He'd tilted his head to read with you, leaning it on your shoulder. You tried to tilt the book for him, but he simply hummed disapprovingly - not unlike the hum he makes right now.
"Just one more chapter," he says, voice soft and quiet, and as he presses himself closer to you, you know it will be at least two more.
ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ content warnings !: fatphobia, insecurities, mentions of fatphobia
ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ word count !: 1.9k
ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ author's notes !: exams almost done and wheww, I couldn't wait to post this. I didn't do the synopsis cause I suck at em. Also, congrats to @chrollohearttags for hitting 13k!! You deserve ittt sunny! 💕
You twisted and turned, rolling until you found the perfect spot to sink into the silk sheets. You moaned quietly as you found yourself curled into a pillow, your head snuggling into the cold side of the pillow. from the light snores that came from above, you knew that your fiancé was still deep in sleep.
You giggled to yourself as an idea filled your mind. crawling back to where your fiancée laid, you slowed your breathing before pulling back the sheets that was snugged around his waist. You observed Reiner quietly, toned biceps that slowly gained fat over time; no longer working out as much as he once did. you could still see the outline of his abs, but his soft pudgy stomach caught your attention.
You loved to feel it beneath your fingers grasped unto his tanned skin. When you met Reiner, he was somewhat shy and very conscious of the way he looked. With time spent and memories made, you helped Reiner shaped into the person he is today. He may have his moments, but one thing is for sure, and two things are for certain, once his wife fiancée loved the way he looked then that's all that mattered to him.
Once your hips lowered onto his, the tip of your right index finger traced lines from his happy trail right up to his jaw, your other hand playing with his nipple. Reiner groaned, the feathery touch from your finger causing sparks to flow through his body all the whilst he slept.
Your smile widened, you quickly pulled your hands back before laying one out flat unto his stomach whilst the other gripped the sheets, holding you up against him. Your teeth grazed his jaw, the stubble from his chin eliciting a prickly feeling against your lips that you ever so loved.
You pulled at his ear lobe, pulling back to kiss below his ear before your hips grinded against his, causing slight friction to make him jump below you. A low mutter left his lips but he hadn’t moved from his position, way too tired from the day in front. You paused in your ministrations before grinding down against him, your hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself. "Shit." Reiner realized this dream he was having was more realistic than anything; his hands unconsciously gripping your hips making you squeak at the gesture. Sometimes you wish Reiner didn't have such good hearing because the squeak that fell from your lips caused his eyes to snap open before he looked towards you, slowly taking in your appearance.
"G'morning baby." You sent him a daring smile as you continued to grind against him, the friction causing him to groan in response. With his eyes squinted and his grip tightening on your hips, you had been under him with the blink of an eye. Head flush against the headboard as Reiner pulled your hands away from his waist; forcing them above your head to stop you from running the against his body. "Couldn't wait till I was awake, huh?" he asked, hips pressed against you, stopping you from moving any more. "You were tired so I-." A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two of his fingers enter you. "I'm waiting to hear your answer y/n." he taunted, slowing thrusting them in and out of you. "You make me sick Rei." His smile widened as he bent down with his mouth close to you ear. "I'm just getting started sweetheart."
Four p.m. on a Tuesday and the two of you had gone to the supermarket. With Reiner pushing the trolley and you holding the grocery list while searching for what you needed, you hoped to find all that you needed and still make it home in time to watch a Christmas movie. "Hey baby, can you go and get me some chives and possibly some chicken seasoning. You can leave the trolley here; I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and if you want, you can pick up some of those snacks that you like too." Sending a smile his way, Reiner took to the aisles in search of what you told him to look for.
After he found what you needed, he set in search for a snack or two for himself as for you. Without the trolley in hand, Reiner had to hold the groceries within his hand. As he searched the snack aisle, someone had been passing through that aisle and saw Reiner searching or had he been deciding which snack he wanted for himself. An older lady seemed to be passing by when she saw Reiner looking at the variety. " You would think someone like would be looking in the fruits section and not around here. " The old lady laughed, chuckling to herself as she continued to push her trolley into the other aisle.
Reiner bit in his lower lip, quickly putting the snacks on the shelf before finding his way back to you; pulling down his shirt when he saw others glancing at him. Once he found you standing in the same aisle you promised you had been in, Reiner found himself lingering close to where you were; so quiet that you hadn't noticed his presence until you turned back to the trolley, jumping at him just standing behind you with a distant look in his eyes. "Jesus Rei, you scared me. Did you get what you wanted?" You asked, not noticing how quiet he had become. "Didn't want anything, got something for you instead." He quickly dismissed what you had asked, quite ready to leave the supermarket. Your tongue poked the side of your cheek, observing Reiner's off-putting behavior.
It wasn't until you saw him picking at the beige sweater he had on, trying to pull it further down that what it already was. Self-conscious, something or someone said something to him. It couldn't be his height, the man was a walking tree, standing tall at 6'4 with some beefy muscles. It wasn't his face, cause the man was a sight to look at, honey gold eyes with golden blonde hair and light stubble to top off the look. Ahh, his weight. He always was a bit on the soft side when it came to his weight. Since he left the army, Reiner hadn't gone to the gym, seeing that he wasn't under a strict diet anymore, he ate the things he once enjoyed and when you came into the picture, you just added to the plate.
Time and time again, you reassured him that you were perfectly okay with the way he looked. Matter of fact, you loved his chubby chin and beefy arms, snuggling into him every night as he enveloped you into his warmth. Loving the way his stomach felt between your thighs, not too stark and hard but with a bit of chub in place of some of the muscle mass. You kept quiet, not questioning him on what happened, rather, you waited until the two of you were home.
The steam filled the bathroom as you lowered yourself into the tub, sighing in comfort as you rested against Reiner's chest. Your head situated on his chest with your fingers glazing over his pecs. Silence was interrupted when Reiner spoke up, uncertainty and doubt filling his voice. "You think I should start back hitting the gym, been getting a bit too big." Trying to crack a joke at the end to lighten the tension, Reiner winced when you tensed in his hold. He knows that you love him the way he is but he can't help but wonder if you would love him even more if he was a bit, smaller?
The silence in the bathroom was deafening and Reiner slightly wished he hadn’t said anything. “You want to hit the gym again, Rei? Is that something you truly want?” you emphasized on the word, leaving a silence that plunged him into thought. Unsure of his feelings to going back to the gym, Reiner quickly gushed out an answer. “I-if you want me to, I can. I don’t mind doing it for you, y’know. Wanna make you happy and everything, if you want me to go back, j-just tell me.” You could hear the pain within Reiner’s voice, you knew deep down, he didn’t want to but that didn’t matter, your answer did; so, he waited.
“What brought this up? Why so sudden?” you asked, not dodging his previous question but wanted a further explanation or excuse as you called it to why so sudden. You pushed yourself off of him, turning to look him in the eyes, searching closely. Still seated on his naked lap, you stared him full in eyes, not backing up until you heard his reason. You could see that he was hiding something, fidgety eyes, arms tucked in; he looked small and the tears at the corner of his eyes weren't helping his case. You knew he hated bringing these things up but you couldn't let it go, his feelings were hurt and that was one of your main priorities. With a quiet sigh, your hands found comfort in his waist, white acrylics smoothing over his rolls. "Oh Rei. Y'know you can talk to me, right? About anything, y'know that?" you asked, softening your face as you pulled his chin so that he could face you.
"Need you too look at me Rei. Need to see those beautiful eyes of yours." you ordered playfully, smiling at the slight redness of his cheeks as his eyes found yours. The two of you stayed there, nothing but silence filling the room yet everything he wanted to say within those moments were spilt and the tears came soon after. "Poor baby, don't cry. Doesn't matter whether you have visible abs or a slight chub, a sharp jawline or chubby cheeks, muscular arms or bulky arms, I love you for you Reiner Mavis Braun. I love you for your smile, your softness around children, how patient you with me when I'm being a brat, the way you gush about different types of flowers and what they mean and so much more. I love you for you and not for your body. Your body is my safe space and besides I like chubby you way better."
With every you said you loved, came a kiss after and you didn't stop until you got every single part of his body. Once you were finished, you leaned back up to find him smiling at you. "You'd make such a good mama, y'know that?" he commented, staring deeply into the eyes that belonged to the love of his life. "Oh yeah? Why don't you make me one then?" you retorted, a wide grin on your face as his eyes widen in shock and in adoration.
"REINER!" you squealed as the buff man pulled you from the shower and over his shoulder as he headed back to the bedroom.
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"Hi, excuse me, are you Mrs.Smittingham?" you asked politely, a soft smile adorning your face as the lady turned to acknowledge you. "Why yes I am, why?" she asked, seemingly annoyed that you are bothering her, as quickly as your smile came, so did it disappear. " Listen here, you buck tooth, bow legged, big foot, hairy looking half piece of sword fish, the next time you tell my man about his weight, I'll knock them dentures out, real clean." You sneered all in one breath, ignoring the shock look that adorned her face. "Oh and before I forget, my man don't want nothing that came from that Sahara desert you got down there. He got all that he needs, riight here."
He’ll toss you on the bed, spread your legs until your pretty pussy is on display for him, and before he eats you out, he pulls his hair back into a low and messy man bun.
He holds his hair tie in between his teeth as he gathers his hair in one hand before tying it back.
Then, he dives in like a starving man, licking and sucking your clit, his eyes on you the entire time. He can’t help but moan too, especially when you taste so delicious.
And, when he’s thrusting in and out of you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed smack against the wall, his man bun falls apart. His pretty brown hair hangs down around his shoulders, a couple of strands sticking to his sweaty face.
He looks absolutely gorgeous when he cums inside of you and tossed his head back in utter pleasure, his hair moving with him as he does so.
Bakugo still has half of his hero uniform on, smudges of grime and soot across his face and neck. There's a clear, white demarcation where his shirt was and a trail of dirt behind his boots.
"I just fucking vaccuumed."
"I'll do it later." He quickly dismisses, even as he begins to kick off his shoes. "Why are there condoms on the grocery list?"
You shrug and go back to parusing on your phone. "We'll need them."
"For fucking what?"
You shoot his a glance, one eyebrow lifted. "For sex, dumbass."
"Dumbass." He repeats back, tone high and mocking. "We've never used a single condom our whole relationship-- you let me cream you the first fucking date."
You wrinkle your nose, even though he's right. There hasn't been a day since that first date that you haven't felt the delightfully uncomfortable wetness of cum sliding around inside you.
"Don't say it like that- you're gross." You raise your arm and gesture to the little scar there. "My birth control has to come out- its at the end of its life."
He rolls his eyes with a grunt, arms crossed tight over his torso. "That's it?"
"You were the one who said a kid 'maybe next year,' so we'll need condoms until then."
Bakugo plops down on the couch next to you, throwing your calves over his thighs. "We'll just move up the timeline. Start making one now, baby for the summer. No condoms."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I don't want to be pregnant in the summer. It's too hot to be carrying another human-- and I want to drink on the beach."
Bakugo looks at you with a grimace, lip curled up to show gum. "Are you fucking serious?"
"We can start trying in, I dunno." You count on your fingers, trying to do the math. "End of August."
"August?!" he gapes. "Motherfucker. I gotta call Kirishima."
"About condoms?"
"I gotta ask him about saving his brats onesies." He leans back on to the couch, brow knitted tight. "There's no way I'm not knocking you up by accident before August."
You shoot him a glare.
He meets your eye. "Keep giving me attitude and you'll have a bun in the oven by next month."
Summary: Everyone knows if you take a cowboy’s hat, you have to ride him, and who is Bakugou to let you break that rule?
TW: sex, dub-con(reader and Bakugou have been drinking), voyeurism(at the end), car sex MDNI
Thinking about being best friends with Cowboy!Bakugo and Denki betting you $50 you won’t take his hat from him.
And because you’re a little drunk, and it’s basically free money, and come on, it’s Bakugo, your best friend, you don’t think anything of it. Just bounce on over to the bar where he’s talking to Deku and Kiri and steal it from off his pretty blonde head.
At first, he’s ready to rip it back from whoever it is that’s taken his hat, red eyes narrowed and a string of harsh words ready to fly from his tongue, until he realizes it’s you. His pretty girl-next-door best friend he’s been fucking in his mind for years, and he grins, shaking his head as you blow him a kiss and a thanks, strutting back to Denki to collect your reward.
You’re none the wiser to the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into until you’re going home later in the night, in the backseat of Kiri’s truck when Bakugo is leaning over to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his hand underneath the skirt of your sundress.
You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about him this way, after all, god knows he’s attractive, but you’re still confused, mind hazy from alcohol and the way his thick fingers are hitting that one sensitive spot inside of you, your underwear somewhere on the floor.
And it’s not until he’s manhandling you onto his lap, mouth slotted over yours as he unbuckles his belt and shoving his jeans and underwear halfway down his thighs, that you think to ask what’s gotten into him.
And he just grins, flicking the brim of his hat, still sitting on your head and replies “You know the rules.” before he’s pressing his lips along your jaw, one hand guiding his cock through your folds.
You can’t help but gasp out a breathless moan at his size and his words, nails digging into his shoulders as you speak. “But you think that’s a dumb rule,” and the jackass has the audacity to smile at you, hands shoving your sundress up over your pretty hips and around your waist, eyes glued to your face.
“Yeah, I do.”
He sinks into your cunt as he speaks, drawing a low moan from your throat at the burning stretch as he fills you to the brim, his mouth nipping and licking along your chest before he rolls his hips up into you.
And it takes everything in poor designated-driver Kiri’s power to keep from driving his truck off the road.
alien armin is so needy when it comes to you. the first few months after you found him were rough, he didn't understand anything. but one thing he understood rather quickly was his longing for human touch.
"what's up, armin?" you ask him when he nudges your arm. his black eyes are wide and his lips make a little pout. he jumps on top of you, making you yell out. your body is pinned underneath him as he's pawing at your clothes. there's nothing he loves more than to be inside of you. you sigh, letting him take your clothes off. you found out that it's better to give him what he wants now otherwise he's gonna whine until you give it to him.
he smiles in triumph when he finally gets all of the annoying clothes off you. his cock is already standing hard in his pants but he knows he has to make sure of one more thing. his long fingers dip between your pussy lips, checking if you're already wet. he huffs when you're not wet to his liking before using his fingers to rub at your clit.
when his fingers are sticky enough he finally sinks into your wet heat. you wince at the stretch, he's bigger than the guys you've taken before.
you still don't understand where he got the knowledge of pleasuring a woman. his cock thrusts into you rapidly. he's a lot faster than a human and he makes you scream out loud.
"slow down, baby." you whine and he chuckles at you. that's one of the phases he can understand very well. the pace slows down but you can see on his face that he's not pleased with slow fucking, you have to make him get used to it.
"you can't be so rough with me." you tell him, stroking his hair. when you first found him, you thought he was an angel because of his golden hair. he has no intention of listening to you. armin angles his cock right into your sweet spot, setting a fast pace once again.
your hands fist into the couch you're laying on and you try not to be so loud. armin's expression is clouded with lust, he's on the cloud nine. his cock throbs inside of your pussy and you know that he's close to his release.
"come on, baby. make me cum." you tell him and he pushes deeper inside of you, dragging his cock along your walls. one nudge into your g spot is what makes you lose your mind and you cum around his cock. he lets out a choked sob when your pussy tightens around his cock and he cums deep inside of you.
"you were so rough again." you tell him when he finally pulls out. he looks at you with a smirk on his lips, snuggling closer to you. yeah, he is never gonna change it.
connie’s used to everything being rough and hard. connie isn’t used to the way you softly treat him during sex, the way you two make love and not fuck. connie isn’t used to the way you roll your hips and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. he isn’t used to the way you kiss along his dick and press sweet kisses to the tip. he isn’t used to the way that he now cries when he has intimacy with you, how his crystal clear tears invade his eyes, falling down his face.
connie isn’t used to being loved. which is why he’s confused every time you make him breakfast, or every time you run him a hot bath, which you two sit in together and talk about the trial and errors of life.
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basically, connie is a lover boy who isn’t used to being loved back.
lying down against his back as he stares at you with soft eyes, panting as he’s coming close. his abs clench within every hit that you make against him, and it’s so good, you nearly have his eyes rolling back.
“. . . f—fuck me— fuck me— princess—”
he huffs out in short tiny breaths, and he can’t help but let his rough scarred hands roam all on your waist.
watching your hips jerk and move against his lips, he kisses your ass with a soft spank as his head slightly goes back. “m' close again baby— close..”
“i know,” you whine, leaning in to kiss him. choso moans right against your lips.
kissing back— it was sloppy, his tongue moved against yours, he couldn’t help but suck on your bottom lip a little, a tiny nibble as his hands remained on your waist. his cock just hit so deep.
deep past your walls, into that very spot that makes you start to moan as well. “. . . choso— mfph—” you gasp, breaking away for a moment.
“woman— you’re killing me— i—” he babbles, huffing and puffing, your hips were vigorously salacious.
just teasing him from the way you moved alone. time after time, choso couldn’t stop being so noisy, so vocal, so whiney.
choso’s eyes grows half-lidded, ravened hair strands of his stuck to his forehead like glue, sweat of tiny beads started to race down the side of his naturally arched eyebrows before his grip on your ass weakens just a bit and he moans loudly.
“. . fuck— cu—cumming.. baby— y/nnnn.”
you pause your movements, feeling choso spurt a thick rope inside of you— filling you to the complete brim. he looks so cute, literally fucked dumb. his usual hairstyle of two ponytails, was now just his hair down—
messy strands of hair all in his face, nearly covering his eyes. choso pants, swallowing and catching his breath, nearly pausing for a moment after shooting yet another load inside your needy pussy.
“chosoooo, you’re so cute when you whine like that,” you hum— and you start to gather your pace up again. your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widens as he feels your hips start to move and move again against him, taking his fat cock that’s shoved between your gummy walls— long white string of cum running down your inner thigh.
“baby— 'm sensitive, just came—”
he gasps, returning his hands on your waist again, his breath starting to hitch and become raspy again. the feeling of being so sensitive— it was so delicious, he couldn’t help but lick his lips, then again he couldn’t help but whine and whine against your ear.
choso stood no chance against your hips, he loved whenever you rode him—
he always enjoyed the view, plus he’s always thought you looked so sexy while doing it. giving him that cute smug grin as you’re using him to get off.
“. . . f—fuckmefuckmefuckme,” he whines, and you’re even going slow while riding him yet still, he’s a mess—
nearly losing himself from how deep his very tip kisses against your sweetened spots. so deep, he reached places you didn’t even know he could reach, and it drags out a whine or two from you.
“baby— you’re . . gonna kill me with those nasty h-hips of yours one day,”
there is a just something about wrapping your arms around a big strong man from behind and stroking his dick just like that. feeling his muscles shift against your chest, his little shudders and involuntary hip movements. the way his chin tucks against his chest so he can watch your hands work, the way a hand of his own comes back to grab blindly at any bit of you he can reach. not being able to see well yourself because he’s just so much bigger than you, but knowing the exact moment when he’s going to cum from the way he whines and his body tightens and his hips buck, then feeling it spill warm and gooey all over your fist <3
he had your knees to you chest and your arms on either side of your head. he looks at you while giving deep, hard thrusts into your aching pussy.
“oh my fucking goddddd…” you whine, your eyes rolling back. he grins at your face, bringing one hand up from the back of your thigh to tap your cheek a few times, earning some whines and moans from you. “baby…” you sigh out, looking at him. “i’m righ’ here. whatchu need, mama?” he asks, still thrusting into you. “what the fuck do you be doing?” you hiccup, arching your back at the feeling of his dick pressing into you. “i’m just feedin’ yo cute lil pussy…she missed me.” he whispers into your ear.
“nu uh…you gotta stop, i’m finna…” you meek, pushing against his abdomen. “nu uh, nunna that, mama.” he tuts, pinning your hands on either side of your head and thrusting even faster than before.
“shitttt!” you stammer, your teeth clattering together. “it’s that good, mama?” he asks, knowing you can’t give him an answer.
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ban, eren, ony, floch, ichigo, könig, price, toji, geto. gojo, +ur faves i can’t think of anymore
female overstimulation is amazing but i rarely ever see male overstimulation being written.
like the kind where they’re hissing through their teeth that they’re clenching so hard it makes their entire jaw hurt. the kind that makes them fist the bed sheets so tightly that their fingers are starting to feel numb. the kind where they’re borderline trying to get away from you, their sweaty, tense body squirming and twitching all over, even though their hips are still relentlessly bucking upward; demanding more of your touch.
i’m thinking about the kind where their eyes are rolling into the back of their head and where they’re literally begging you to stop, with their upper lip quivering and their eyes getting so, so glazed with utter, lustful stupidity, despite the fact that they give no actual sign whatsoever of making you put a stop to your actions.
because they could, if they actually wanted to. they definitely could.
it’s the kind of overstimulation that just makes them pathetic as fuck and equally as endearing.
꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 3.5kay word count , black fem reader , set in university , frat boy ﾉ football player ony , sex on the floor :o , mean ony [ for a bit ] , mentions of infidelity [ more of miscommunication ] , pet name usage [ ex. mama, baby, lil girl, daddy, n pa’ ] , pouty crybaby reader , ony says da n word [ duh ! ] , creampie , breathplay , somewhat . . dacryphilia .
belladonna's note to you .ᐟ . . . surprise >< ! ! ! ! i know dis came out of no where but ‘ve been wantin to write abt ony 4 so long ): i hope u luvvv . n title of work is inspired by dis song ⭐️ !
“keep fuckin’ movin’ . . — i want you to. keep fuckin’ movin’ and watch what i do to ya’ lil’ ass.”
you’re a good girl. you’ve always been.
you obey your parents, you maintain a three point eight grade point average in your university classes, when the moments presents themselves, you help an elderly cross the street, and help a small child grab a ball that somehow got itself wedged within a thorny bush. you try your best to give a sweet smile to passerbys while you’re out on your daily morning jogs, you tip your waiter an extra twenty on top of your pretax bill, and you recycle!
you’re a good girl — some will even label you as the best girl.
and how you got yourself caught in this situation here? bent over on all fours, on the floor, being mounted by your usual passive, soft spoken boyfriend like an animal in his bedroom within his fraternity house — his, puzzlingly quiet fraternity house should you add, being that almost everyone had been home when you initially stepped foot over the threshold twenty minutes ago, is a baffling mystery’s still pending conclusion you aren’t too sure of.
your soft knees burn against the material of your lover’s murakami rug underneath you due to the continuous back and forth motion of his weight pushing against and off of you. you’re aware that a puddle of drool is devising beneath your cheek. you feel the cool dampness of it — god, it’s gross. it’s disgusting.
“o-on’ — god, i c-c,” you don’t think you’re able to breathe. your lips shape around the opening syllables of his name, though they’re unable to fully form due to the never ending compress and expand of your lungs trying to suck in as much oxygen as they can. “onya’!” you squeal out his name when he releases a rough huff while adjusting himself more fully over you, one foot flat on the floor, the other leg still bent as he kneels.
his cock is . . .
you’re sure that words won’t be able to fully and accurately describe it. each time you find yourself a little bit tipsy with your friends — a little bit tipsy and needy, you go on a spiel about how perfect he is.
“you said, and this is like, the most fucking exact quote ever,” ymir’s face had been smoothened over in her usual deadpan as she fluidly sliced up a banana for her habitual post workout smoothie. “ ‘god, he’s jus’ so pretty and he smells so good and his dick — should i? mm . .’ and you laughed like a fuckin’ maniac right here. ‘okay, okay i will, its . . it’s huge,’” she tossed the fruit in the blender while you buried your face in your palms while squealing and shaking your head. “don’t wanna hear it anymore? cool. i didn’t wanna fucking repeat it.”
it is huge.
and it’s heavy. you practically feel the weight of it cumbering down inside of your squelching, chubby pussy — working and pushing right up against the spongy nub of your g spot.
you hate that he’s so . . angry. you feel how hard his large, soft hands grip your waist. usually, they touch you so delicately. they wipe your tears, fix a braid out of place, carefully adjust a shirt’s strap. they don’t spank you this hard and snatch you back into place when your body begins to slip.
onyankopon’s known for having a bit of a dark side, everyone on campus is aware.
what everyone sees at parties and lectures and quads is what they get. he’s quiet — doesn’t speak unless spoken to and keeps his opinions to himself. he’ll lounge on a bench with his friends, fists shoved in his billionaire boy’s labeled hoodie, legs spread wide agape to accommodate you upon his lap and he’d just . . . listen. rarely would he offer a laugh or comment — the most is a wide, handsome grin displaying all of his pretty, white teeth ( a glistening gold cap covering the bottom row at social events ) or a slight scoff at the mention of something irritable.
the country’s beloved, college quarterback star only fetes his hidden rage and anger on the field. opposing teams are the target of such . . and sometimes his own mates.
you’ve only had a first hand witness to such after meeting him following a losing game outside of the locker room, still dressed in your cheer uniform. you heard him yell for the first time, loud and livid . . his smooth voice echoing off porcelain walls and cold steel.
it had made you jump and recoil . . flinch back when he came walking out the doors, last of course, and automatically reach for you for comfort.
you hadn’t mean to, not at all, but would he shout at you like that, too?
ony didn’t appreciate that.
from then on, you were to meet him at his car . . a sleek, black on black hellcat, passenger seat decorated with your own pink trimmed cover and sewn in name.
this leaves you both here . . today.
you had ace’d an exam, received a more than beautiful check for your hours in working at the campus’ library along with a few tutoring sessions on the side, you were happy.
albeit, walking through his frat house’s doors and greeting ony who’d only given you a swift look up and down from the cute, gyaru - like beach wedges on your feet, the tiny, denim flared skirt on your hips, and gingham patterned crop top adorned upon your chest, you knew he was upset.
“what — hnnggg, please — w-what’d i do?” you drag out the last word through a slurred whine when he swats a specific slap against the back of your soft thighs. not even your ass . . he wants you to feel this shit tomorrow.
his breaths are hard. you can’t see him but you know his eyes, dark and drilling, are staring directly into the back of your head. “don’t play fuckin’ stupid, ( ❤︎ ),” he grits out quietly. “please don’t.”
he takes hold of the globes of your ass, spreading them far apart, making sure you feel the cool air glide over your holes. it feels colder than usual because you’re so wet. “ ‘s my fuckin’ pussy, yeah?” he pants out. “shit, ‘s supposed to be . . . givin’ my shit out — y’got me lookin’ like a fuckin’ bitch out here, man, look—“ his own words seem to ignite the roaring flames of his anger.
you squeak when he reaches down to grab you by the front of your throat, squeezing it just hard enough for you to gasp on your next inhale.
an inkling of fear plants itself within the pit of your stomach. what does he mean? what is he talking about? “ ‘m not.” tears paint your face, sticky and warm. your make up is ruined. no fair. you were so excited for the beach date you planned for the both of you . . you’d even picked out fat, ripened strawberries and dipped them in chocolate to harden the night before yourself. you even got a heart shaped pizza customized with his favorite toppings to shape out the both of your initials on it! “ ‘m not, i swe—“ you hiccup. “—ar . . ‘s yours, daddy. m’pussy’s all yours, i p-promise.”
ony thinks you talk a big game. you sound so genuine. how do you do that?
he’ll buy into it, “yeah,” he licks his lips, bending you further back, deepening that arch until it looks somewhat painful and he tilts himself forward.
he makes you look at him like that, from upside down and he admires the tears that shine across your cheeks, dusted with a mauvey blush. he huffs a scoff at the sight of your drool laminated chin and your shuddering body. “yeah, i bet,” he murmurs. “good girl ( ❤︎ ) . . fuckin’ cheerleader . . top ten on the dean’s list . . . gettin’ over and fuckin’ playing paradis university’s star quarterback ony asare,” his thrusts have slowed. he tilts his head, face a calculated blank, “think i don’t know what typa’ shit you tryna’ play with me, lil’ girl?”
you wish you could take a peek inside of his brain — finally get an understanding as to what he was talking about. “ ‘m not playing you, ony,” you realize now that the tears on your face were not only a cause of overbearing pleasure, but pain as well. you can hear it in ony’s voice how much he’s hurting and you hate that he won’t allow you to fix it. “w-what did i do?”
ony has stopped moving. he keeps your face in his hands and you see a muscle in his jaw tick as he tries to keep from speaking.
“nah,” he murmurs.
you sniffle, soft lips pouted, “talk to me, pa’.”
“no.” he lets you go and you fall forward, quietly catching your breath.
“yes.”
“you know what the fuck you did.”
“how do i know if i keep asking you?” you give a soft, little whine, making a move to pull yourself off of his dick to face him but he keeps you where you are with a firm smack to your ass.
“i saw you with my own two eyes smilin’ in your ex’s face . . i saw you invite that nigga into your apartment.”
god.
you knew that decision would come back to bite you in the ass. you bow your head, eyes closed. “ony . .—“
“—if i catch you in a lie, i’m done with you. you hear me?” abruptly, his voice doesn’t carry that edge anymore. he’s quiet and soft . . he nearly sounds like your ony again, which queues you in on the realization that he’s telling the truth. “gon’ be y’last time with me . . near me . . touching me. and i put that on everything i love.”
“ony, we didn’t do anything,” you turn your head over your shoulder to gaze into his eyes, making sure he read how genuine you were.
ony’s been the only person to recognize your tale ticks. you both know this.
“i found a box of his things buried in my closet that he never picked up, i swear,” your voice is a meek little thing . . broken and weary. “i dunno, to give you peace of mind, ymir was even home that day. i know you both share your own bond and we both know that she wouldn’t lie, not even for me. we didn’t do anything. he picked up the box and left . . wasn’t even in my apartment for three minutes.”
ony licks his lips, looking away from you for a few seconds. when he begins to slowly shake his head, you crumble.
your heart feels like it’s disintegrating within your chest as you go to speak, breath gone, “p-please, i would n-never do that to you,” you weep and go to pull off again but he keeps you still, once again. “onya, please.”
“lemme think, man. relax,” he places a palm at your lower back, right between the piercings that puncture the deep dimples at the base of it. he needs you quiet for a moment.
he saw that three days ago. while on the way to surprise you with your favorite food and that new marc jacobs tote you’ve had in your wishlist just because, he saw a familiar head of black curls and knew who the person had been.
your fuckin’ ex.
you and ony have been together for about twelve months. you dated jonah your freshman year of uni and the both of you hadn’t even lasted more than six, however the shit he did to you during the time was foul.
ony doesn’t like him. not one fucking bit. the only thing keeping him from sending a punch hard enough into the fucker’s face to knock him into a coma is his scholarship and, above all, you.
so, to see you open your door for him . . clearly willingly, dressed in that tiny ass, cute nightgown, give him a smile . . and step aside to allow him entry into your home had made ony feel a rage unorthodox to earth’s atmosphere. he felt sick to his fucking stomach.
wanted to block your number and socials then and there though could never get himself to do it. you were so excited for your date today, blew up his messages with your precious emoticons and exclamation marks that same night like nothing ever happened.
still, above all, you were telling the truth. ony can tell . . he feels it radiating off of you. your sweetness and how good you are, it’s palpable. regardless, you were right, too. if he still even felt a seed of doubt, he can ask ymir. the most blunt person the both of you knew — doesn’t hold shit back for anybody, best friend or not.
“. . . cross your fuckin’ heart,” he murmurs, side eyeing your pretty face face, foliated with woe and sorrow.
“i swear it to the stars.”
god, he feels so stupid now.
he rubs a hand across his tapered waves, bitter embarrassment slowly spreading across his chest similar to a crack in an icicle.
fuck it.
he suddenly presses you back where you were, hearing your little squeal of shock. “was gon’ have me transfer to another school and shit,” he huffs, jaw clenching once more at the thought. “would’ve had me cryin’ like a fuckin’ wimp . . you scared me, mama . . fuck.”
he can’t imagine losing you. ever.
“ ‘m s-sorry,” your toes coil tight within your wedges as he resumes that same brutal pace. you think his thrusts are hitting even harder now that he’s finally gotten a quiet mind for the first time in days. “s-should’ve never . .” you can’t get your words out but ony knows what you’re going to say.
he licks his thick, soft lips, pinning the bottom one beneath his top row of teeth, “should’ve never let that fed into your apartment . . should’ve took that box and burnt up all his shit, mhm . . i know.”
yeah.
he gets it.
you melt underneath him, successfully opening up your pussy even more, letting him batter it senseless. you feel yourself weakly gushing out your juices, feel a few droplets racing down your inner thighs to your knees, feel it packing into a paste at the foundation of his thick cock.
“unh, shit,” ony lets his head fall back at how perfect it all feels. “f-u—uuck . . gimmie this shit. take it, mhm, take it.”
your hips start to move. not back and forth but in smooth circular motions. ony watches how your fat, soft ass cheeks bounce off of his sculpted abdomen, how the skin ripples and pleats akin to hard ocean waves the stronger he fucks you.
to simply imagine another person in his place . . .
ony feels a murderous fervor burn inside of his chest. no longer opting to hold his tee out of the way, he pulls it up to bite down on the bottom and hold you more by the sides of your torso. his rhythm slows but he digs in deeper.
the steady smack . . smack . . smack sound of your skin meeting drives your brain into an empty void. “ohhh . . shit,” you moan out, honing in on the sensation of his balls, heavy yet firm, slapping against the throbbing bulb of your hard clit. “don’t s-st . . god, ony’ you’re,” you shiver, burying your face inside of your arms. you feel out of body. you can’t finish your sentence, he hears you begin to cry — all broken and full of mindless babbles and he smiles around his shirt.
“there we go,” he murmurs. “i’m diggin’ this shit out, mm? . . tell me how it feels, beautiful.”
your soft voice is but a quite whimper when you give a ‘ so good. ‘
ony reaches behind him for the neck of his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it to the side, prior to pulling out and swiftly turning you over onto your back.
the position change is so sudden. you blink, watching the world oscillate until you focus on him. you watch him lean down before he kisses you . . soft and slow as his hands part your legs open at the thighs. “put it in for me,” his low voice murmurs against your glossed lips. immediately, you comply, reaching between you both for his dick.
it throbs in your little hand, hard and wet with your slick. you tap his fat mushroom tip on your entry before letting it slip inside, mouth dropping at the instantaneous feeling of pleasure of his shaft splitting you wide open. the both of you groan out your little sighs, not bothering to separate your lips an inch. you can’t explain how happy you feel — with him, underneath him, touching him. “i l-love you,” you mewl when he’s dropping his dick in and out of your soppy center. “o-only you, pa’ . . i mean it.”
he nestles his face in your neck, breathing in a deep inhale. you smell like vanilla and jasmine. “love you . . m-maybe too fuckin’ much,” he admits quietly into the skin there. ony can’t help it. you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more.
he feels your cunt clenching down tighter and tighter, it only spurs on his own release, allowing his body to tense more and more. “hold it,” he breathes, pressing the pads of his fingers into your skin tighter. “hold that shit, baby . . wait.”
“i can’t,” you’re gasping while your nails prick against the rippling muscles of his back, splitting smooth, dark brown skin and revealing oozing plasma. you feel the muscles in your legs spasming. you know it’s going to hit you hard. “oh my god.”
ony starts to maneuver his hips, pivoting them with each inwards thrust, letting himself get lost in the feel of your ribbed walls, soft, gushy, and tight, massaging his dick, almost deliberately trying their best to work his nut free. “you f-fuckin’ dangerous, man,” he whimpers out your name, heavy hands grasping for the soft cheeks of your ass to begin to lift your hips and make you meet him halfway. “f-fuck, ‘m gonna . .”
“metoometoometoo.”
the both of you work desperately — recognizing that you’re both on the edge of something phenomenal. “cum in me,” he hears your pretty voice gasp in his ear. “please, daddy . . c’mon. gimmie it.”
dangerous isn’t the word, it doesn’t even cover half of what you are.
ony feels his toes curl and his muscles tense. his eyes snap tightly shut. “gotdamn,” he feels it. “. . . fuck!”
you cum when he does, legs escaping his hands to wrap tightly around his waist. you hold his hips in with your thighs, keeping him still. stars dance behind your eyelids as you hear your release audibly pour out of you and down the seam of your ass. you feel ony’s cock pulsing as he pushes out shot after shot of thick, warm cum, letting it all gather in that tiny crevice behind your cervix.
“s-shit, baby, wait,” ony’s hands are gripping at you. it’s as though he’s trying to pull you closer and peel you away.
your voice is dazed as you reach for his handsome face, rubbing your thumb softly across his bearded jaw, “shh, jus’ feel it, pa’ . . don’t i feel good?”
he fights it for about a second more.
he’s never came inside of you before . . inside of anybody.
but fuck, he feels you working it out of him, clenching and releasing. he feels how good it is.
he lets himself relax.
“. . h-have to buy y’lil ass a plan b now,” he groans, feeling the beginning factors of sleep begin to pull his eyes low. how immediate it is scares him. you fucking scare him. ony lets his body relax on top of yours, on the floor.
the way you rub his back is comforting. he can feel your heart thudding hard within the cage of your ribs. he’s sure the beat of it matches his own. “mhm,” you quip quietly. “. . our date?”
he groans, pecking a soft kiss underneath your jaw, “let’s take a nap, mm? a lil one . . gimmie thirty minutes.”
it takes over ten minutes for you to lift the both of you up off of the floor, complaining about how ‘gross’ it’d be for you guys to doze off there but you make it for his bed, collapsing down with your body on top of his now. your eyes are closed and your breathing is calm when you feel him kiss the crown of your head, “sorry for . . accusing you and shit,” at the sound of how bashful he sounds, it makes you want to smile. “wasn't cool. i gotta work on that.”
“you do,” you pout and lift your head to look up at him. “wasn’t nice.”
he licks his lips, eyes closed, smirking a bit, “y’got me outta’ character . .” at only the simple thought of his demeanor an hour ago, it all makes him want to shun himself away to spare the humiliation. “i don’t do all’lat.”
your responding giggle is precious, “you don’t do all’lat?”
“nah.”
“coulda fooled me.”
ony lifts his arm up high, eyes still closed, before letting it fall with little to no finesse, so that his hand can crack down onto your ass with a thundering smack!
i know i'm always talking about levi drilling into you but tonight i'm thinking of almost painfully slow sex with soft dom!levi
imagine the way he looks into your eyes as he holds your thighs together, his cock twitching at the sounds that your pussy was making as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. you were basically sucking him in, and it was taking all his willpower to not start drilling into you.
soft dom!levi that purrs into your ear about how wet you are for him, about how good you are for him, and how it's taking everything in him to not fuck you senseless.
soft dom!levi that doesn't change his pacing, even when he feels your warmth clenching around his cock. he'll trace gentle circles on your clit with his fingers, slowly dragging you closer to your high, and it was driving you nuts that he wasn't speeding up, and that he wouldn't speed up no matter how much you begged
"you wanna cum?" he'd ask, already knowing the answer, as his fingers continued to circle around your clit. you'd shudder from feeling his breath on your ear. once you responded with a shaky nod, every following thrust went deep into you, with the tip of his cock consistently rubbing up against your cervix.
when he finally lets you cum, he continues to slowly fuck you through orgasm, his thrusts still slow but deep, and his fingers still rubbing up against your clit, sending a mix of euphoria and overstimulation throughout your body.
you heard an unsteady breath escape his mouth as his pace picks up ever so slightly as he began to snap his hip into yours, sliding his twitching cock all the way up against your cervix as he shoots his load into you, biting at your shoulder to help him bear through his own high as he continued to move in and out of you, desperately trying to suppress the whimpers that threatened to escape his lips.
you're not doing much to him. in the late night, he sits in your lap, legs spread as you tug and play with his plump cock. he's fully clothed except for some loose pants and boxers which are awkwardly pulled down above his knees.
"I knew you needed some attention, didn't I, baby?"
the papers he had been working on are strewn beside you, fallen apart from their neat pile because of how much levi is squirming. he gasps through his teeth, his head turning fitfully in efforts to be shy and hide his face.
"Use your pretty voice."
"Yes," he whispers. "I—I did."
"That's a good boy," you purr in his ear. His cock jumps in your fist. "Pretty boy. You don't know how pretty you are. You hear how wet this cock is?—it's so fucking hot."
He grabs tight hold of your shirtsleeve, panting into his elbow. "F...Fuck..."
He moans softly as another bit of cum dribbles down his cock. You use it to make your pumping even faster. While he's a squirming trembling ball of heightening tension in your hold.
You sense the climax he's rapidly approaching, and, sighing, you take his earlobe between your teeth, hand sneaking up his shirt. his nipples are pebbled. you tug on the bud. “Mm, gonna come already?”
He hisses through his teeth, a precious whine welling up from his throat. "I can't..."
"Oh, no no—my good boy is so horny. what's not to love?"
he gasps and tenses up suddenly, drawing totally still. a long, stuttery whine marks his climax. his legs randomly spasm as his head falls back against your shoulder, and cum from his twitching cock spurts between your fingers.
"good boy, good boy so perfect," you ramble. so that, even as he grows oversensitive, he'll begin to beg you for more.
this is so short and not exactly my best work but i haven’t posted in ages <\\3 also i pictured construction worker!eren when writing this so do what you will with that information
“look at me eren,” you whined into his ear as he pounded into you with everything he had. eren groaned, his hips stuttering at your words. “can’t…can’t do it or i’ll cum,” he grunted, squeezing at the thickness of your thighs. there was so doubt eren had gone drunk on your pussy and you absolutely adoreddd when he got like this because he turned into a whole different person—someone you, and only you would ever see. the way he was so whiny and wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could but was also overstimulating himself beyond belief had you clenching around him every second which didn’t help him out at all. “stop squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight i know what you’re doing,” he growled digging his nails into your thighs. you pressed a kiss to the side of his head that was slightly damp with sweat, “c’mon baby look at me i-i need to—hah! see your pretty face to make me cum.” eren’s hips came to a quick halt, his breathing gone ragged. he let out a hushed ‘fuck’ before lifting his face from your neck, giving you the prettiest view of his swollen lips and pink flushed cheeks. “if i cum before you it’s all your fault,” was all he said before pulling his hips back and slamming them forward. he had half a mind to burrow his face back in your neck, but his plans were foiled when you brought your hands to his face to press his forehead against yours. “how are you even—ngh! s-shit how are you even fucking real jesus christ,” he let out possibly the most pathetic moan in human history before smashing his lips against yours. “e-eren eren eren! s-shittt,” you squealed wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as your pussy spasmed around his dick. at this point eren really didn’t give a fuck anymore about savoring the moment, all he wanted to do was fill your tummy up till you couldn’t take anymore and that’s exactly what he intended on doing. he finally lost it when you gave his hair a harsh tug, his hips stilling as he filled you up with every drop of cum he had to offer, some spilling out of pussy and dripping onto your once freshly washed sheets. he collapsed next to you and was quick to pull you into his chest, all while managing to keep his dick sheathed inside you. “feel better baby?” you asked after a few moments of letting him bask in his post orgasm bliss. eren hummed, his eyes finding yours. “wasn’t too rough was i? want me to run us a bath?” he asked before letting out a yawn that was very super cute might i add. you shook your head and gave his forehead a soft kiss, “i’m all good. you just relax for a little bit yeah? my hard working man.”
