ony & connie saying the whole âgimme kissâ thing really has me in a chokehold cause of course imma give you a kiss babyyyyy. Then it just turns into a nice, long, and romantic make out session with him just loving and rubbing on me.
Plus I like to think about if they ask for a kiss and I just say no to fuck with them and they get so mad and tear my ass up for playing with them like that đ€ they donât play about them kisses fr
they donât play about their kisses at allll! now when it comes to you telling them no, they both handle it differently.
connie is always playful so heâd take it for the joke that it is. turning your face or moving away from him wouldnât stop shit because heâs already got his arms wrapped around your waist, giving you wet sloppy kisses all over your face so fast you canât deflect them. then the kisses start trailing down to your neck and he knows how ticklish you are, heâd hold you down to keep you from squirming. heâd laugh along with you and say, âthis what you get for playinâ with me!â
now yannie is the sassy one. heâd give you the stankest face ever if you refuse one of his kisses, because you know how much he needs them so why would you do that?? heâd be so grumpy and keep his distance, rolling his eyes whenever you talk to him. until you give that man a kiss, youâll get the cold shoulder. đ and when you do, heâs kissing you with so much want youâre out of breath, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. âyou gonâ say iâm dramatic⊠but i was gonna die if you didnât kiss me.â
Donât be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. Weâre just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason itâs called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! đ«¶đŸ
Warnings: unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, pet names, Connie speaks spanish, Connie is a panty thief, multiple orgasms, fingering, mirror sex, mating press, cream pie, super fluffy at the end.
Word count: 4.3k
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âCairo please stay still so mama can change your diaper, your dad will be here any minute.â You plead with your toddler, rushing to put on his diaper.
âDamn it Connieâ You mumble at the sound of your doorbell ringing, of course he shows up early when your hands are full.Â
âMama, papaâs at the door.â Your oldest, Cj, says as he eats his snack at the kitchen table.
âHave you tried opening the door from papa?â You ask him, trying and failing to hide your sarcasm.
Your son sighs out dramatically and pauses his Ipad. He drags his feet to the front door and opens it.Â
âCj! Que paso papa?â You hear your sonâs voice perk up as he and his father start speaking Spanish.
âYour Spanish is magnificent papa, I see your mama is teaching you well?â He looks over at you and stifles a laugh while you wrestle with Cairo.
âIâm trying to. There! Go ahead and be free.â You huff and lean back on your arms, tilting your head to the side with a smile on your face as he toddles over to his father.
âVen aqui hijo!â He exclaims, immediately scooping the small boy up into his arms as he kisses all over his face.
You stand up from your spot on the floor and grab your phone to check the time. You have a date tonight and who better to watch your boys than their father.
âMama you didnât give papa a hug yetâ Your son points out, hiding a sneaky smile behind his hand as he giggles.
âHeâs right mami, youâre the only one who hasnât given me a hug.â He sets your younger son down and walks over to you slowly with his arms open wide.Â
âYou guys think youâre so sneaky donât you?â You look between the both of them and playfully roll your eyes.Â
You walk over to Connie and wrap your arms around his waist, you let out a gasp when he tightens the hug and rubs his hands up and down your back. You can't exactly explain it, but the way heâs hugging you kind of made you miss him being around.Â
âMake sure your little boyfriend has you back at a decent time.â He pulls away from you and gives you a smile.
âOkay one, Tyler is not my boyfriend heâs my work friend. And two I will let you know how the night goes when I come back.â You give him a quick kiss on the cheek then head to your room to get ready.
After about 45 minutes you finally finish getting yourself together. You make your way to the living room and swing your purse onto your shoulder.
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âAlright boys, Iâll be back by 11. If you need anything ask your father, and Connie if you need anything you know who to dial.â You dig through your bag for your keys and look up to see your sons and their father staring at you.Â
âWhatâs the problem?â You ask, rolling your eyes and resting a hand on your hip.Â
âMommy itâs cold out you should wear a sweaterâ Cj says, walking over to the coat rack.Â
âYeah mami, you should really put on a sweater. We wouldnât want you to catch a cold now, would we?â He asks, eyeing you from head to toe as you apply your lip gloss.Â
âItâs 78 degrees, you guys are doing too muchâ You check yourself over again and grab your keys.
âHave fun!â Connie and the boys say in unison which brings a smile to his face.
âAlright, who wants to watch scary movies and eat ice cream?!âÂ
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Connie quietly backs out of the boys room and pulls the door shut as carefully as he can.
âFinally, those boys can play all night long.â Connie mumbles to himself and turns to walk down the steps.
He stops in front of your door and stares at the shiny knob in front of him. He rubs his hand over his face and steps inside what used to be your shared bedroom and looks around.
He chuckles to himself as the memories of you two in this room take over his mind, so many nights full of laughter, tears, moans and whimpers. Nights he wishes you two can hopefully have again.
A red fabric catches his eyes and he raises an eyebrow as he squats down to retrieve the piece of cloth. He unfolds the fabric and is surprised at the sight of your skimpy panties in his hand.
He stuffs the panties into his back pocket and canât help but fantasize about the things heâs going to do to and with the pretty underwear. He decides to leave the room now before you come home and catch him snooping.
Although that wouldnât be such a terrible thing, he always points out how sexy you look when youâre pissed off.Â
He jogs down the steps and out to your back patio, he makes himself comfortable and pulls out a bag of weed and a pack of wraps.Â
âNow for my favorite part of the nightâ He says out loud, talking to nobody but himself.Â
He opens up the wrap and dumps the contents out into your little trash bin next to the coffee table. Connie starts focusing so hard that he doesnât notice you stepping inside the house.
You kick your shoes off and throw your bag onto the sofa nearby, you look around the house and shake your head at the sight of him outside. You canât help but smile at the sight, pushing down the memories trying to come back up.
âAre you going to stand there and be pretty or come and join me?â He asks, not needing to turn around to know youâre watching him.
âIâve always hated when you do that.â You cross your arms and sit next to him on the sofa.Â
âYeah you hate a lot of the things I do, how was your little date?â He says, lighting up the blunt. Â
âI see where Cj gets his listening problems from, it was not a date. But we had drinks, he bought me dinner and we just talked.â You shrug your shoulders and take the blunt from his hands.Â
âYou two just talked? Youâre all dressed up all pretty and you just talked.â He makes a face and nods his head as if heâs trying to understand.
You cough up some smoke when he says the word pretty and pass the blunt back to him.
âConnie, you think Iâm pretty?â you ask teasingly, moving closer to where heâs seated.
âI didnât say all that, I said you dressed up all pretty.â He pokes your nose and takes a long drag, holding the smoke in his mouth as he leans his head back.Â
Your eyes trail up and down his figure and you canât up but bite your lip at the sight of his tattoos. Your body moves before you can think and you trace your finger over your favorite piece on the side of his throat.Â
Your name, you both were so young when he got the tattoo. He asked you for a suggestion and you jokingly said your name, but to him he wanted nothing more than to do it.
He would do absolutely anything to make you happy, in all honesty all he wants to do now is make you happy.Â
âIf you didnât think I was attractive you wouldnât have gotten my name tattooed on your neck.â You say to him as you trace your finger over the red ink.Â
He laces his fingers with yours and rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.
âYou know I think youâre the sexiest woman alive, you gave me two boys. To me you canât get any more gorgeous than you already are, yet somehow you always do.â He kisses your knuckles and sets your hand down.
You feel your face warm up as he speaks and his compliment has you at a loss for words.
âItâs getting late so I should head back to the apartment. Ony is gonna get into my stash if Iâm not quick enoughâ You nod your head and stand up behind him.Â
âIâll lock the door behind youâ you give him a small smile and he walks back inside. You follow behind him and walk towards the front door.Â
âThank you for watching the boys tonight, tell Sasha I said heyâ To your surprise he just chuckles dryly and rolls his eyes.Â
âYeah that ended two months ago, I guess I forgot to tell youâ he throws his hood on and puts his hands in his pocket and shrugs.Â
âConnie what the hell happened!â You slap him on the arm and wait for him to explain. He lets out a sigh in annoyance and rubs his hands down his face.Â
âIt just didnât work out. We fought way too much, and she kept saying crazy shit that just didnât make sense.â He keeps his answer short to avoid diving too much into detail about the situation.Â
Crazy shit like what?â You cross your arms and stare at him in anticipation.Â
âShe thinks Iâm still in love with you, I told her I wasnât anymore. She called me a fucking liar, I got mad and yelled then that was the end of itâÂ
Youâre taken aback by his statement and look around the room awkwardly. You couldnât help but wonder if what she said was somewhat true. He gets ready to head out the front door but stops when you speak.Â
âConnie, are you still in love with me?â You quietly ask, walking up to him.Â
He freezes in his tracks and refuses to make eye contact with you. He lets the door knob go and turns to face you, leaning on the door as he looks at you.Â
âWhy does it matter if I do or not? Whatâs gonna change between us if I say yes?â He pushes off the door and walks over to where youâre standing. Your stomach twirls at how close he gets to you and you twiddle with your thumbs.
âConnieâŠâ You step as close as you can and pull him towards you by his jacket.Â
âDonât start something you canât finish mami, thatâs why we got Cairo now.â He wraps an arm around your waist and stares deeply into your eyes.
You close the gap between you both and press your lips against his eagerly. He drops his bag to the floor and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you in as much as he could. You push the hood off of his head and run your fingers over his hair, basking at how much itâs grown these past months.Â
âU-upstairs, take me to the bedroom.â You say against his lips, shrieking when he picks you up by your legs. You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a laugh as he quickly makes his way to the bedroom, almost tripping up the steps.
âBe careful or both of us are sleeping alone tonight.â You threaten playfully and he pinches your ass in return.
âYeah, in your wildest dreams cariña. You already got me in here and itâs gonna be hard to get me to go away this time.â He pushes you up against the door and connects your lips again. He grabs your cheeks to deepen the kiss and slides his tongue inside your mouth eagerly. His hands travel down your body slowly, and he pulls the tie open on your shirt.
You let out a sigh as your breast fall from the shirt, moaning into his mouth as his large, warm hands massage your nipples. You bite down on his bottom lip as he tugs on your nipples, he rubs over the buds to soothe the sting.Â
âOh baby youâre just as gorgeous as I remember.â He pulls you off the door and lays you on your bed, looking down at you with a glint in his eyes.
âConnie donât just stare at me, you know I get self conscious.â You whine and pull him down on top of you by his shirt.
He chuckles at your desperation and pulls his shirt off to reveal his tattoos and muscular figure, your fingers absent-mindedly gravitate towards his abdomen.Â
âYou want to touch them baby?â He asks teasingly, taking your wrist in his hand to place on his body. You trail your hand down his body and lick over your lips.Â
âYou know what I was thinking, mi amor?â He pushes you back on the bed completely and starts to pull your jeans off your legs.Â
âNow that the tattoo parlor is up and running, I think you should finally let me put some ink on you baby.â Your panties come down with your jeans and he bites his lip.
âYeah papi? I think Iâll let you put your name on me this time.â You say, enjoying the idea of his name on your body.
His head drops down between your thighs and he nips at the skin, wrapping an arm around your thigh.
âI think imma put it here, right next to these pretty stretch marks over here.â He rubs his hands up and down your thighs ever so gently, sucking on the skin until a mark forms.
âN-no, you know I hate-â You're cut off by a tattooed hand wrapping around your throat.
âI see youâre still as hard headed as ever, huh?â He asks, picking you up and moving over to the middle of your bed.Â
âW-what are you doing?â You ask, looking back up at him in confusion.
âSince you still donât listen, Iâm going to have to show you how beautiful you are. Remember baby, thatâs the whole reason I even put the mirror up.â He kisses your cheek and spreads your thighs apart.
âQue bonita, no?â He asks, taking two of his slender fingers to open your lips up to him.
A low groan leaves his lips at the sight of your sweet hole clenching around nothing. You let out a whine and nod at his question, he smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek.Â
âGood job baby.â He praises, his lips leaving soft kisses down your neck.Â
He rewards you by sliding two of his fingers into your needy cunt slowly. You arch your back and let out a low moan. Connie takes his free hand and slaps it over your mouth.Â
âYou wanna wake the boys up mami?â He asks, smirking at the way you clench around his fingers.Â
You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers meet with your g-spot. You feel your orgasm creeping its way up your body as you get closer.Â
âI remember what that face means, you gonna come on my fingers mi amor?ââ He asks, speeding up the pace of his fingers, curling them upwards to draw you closer to your release.
The coil in your belly snaps and you come on his fingers quickly, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Connie takes your cheeks in his hand and pulls you in for a deep kiss while you spasm around his fingers, he rubs your clit with his thumb and you whimper in his mouth.
âT-too much, I want to feel you inside of me. Please papi, I need it so bad.â You beg, he looks down at you and bites his lip at how whiny you sound.
âYou want me to fuck you princesa? Want me to fuck you until you canât speak, you want me to breed that sweet little pussy?â You moan at the thought of him filling you up with his cum and nod your head.Â
He chuckles and bends you forward so you can see the mirror, you bite your lip when his sweatpants and underwear get pulled down his legs. His cock is standing upright, the tip is red and already leaking precum.
âWatch me in the mirror, okay?â He rubs a hand down your back and you nod in return. He gives himself a few strokes before he guides himself inside your pussy.
You let out a gasp as he continues pushing himself inside, he makes sure to be slow and careful as he eases himself in.
âHoly shit baby, youâre so fucking tight. Relax for me baby, I know you remember having me in there. Itâs only been a few months.â He leans down and kisses the side of your forehead.
âA-ah itâs been six months!â You let out a loud moan into the sheets below you as he bottoms out inside of you. He throws his head back in pleasure and grabs your hips, he grits his teeth as he resist the urge to immediately start pounding into you.
âWell then we have lots of catching up to do. L-let me know when you want me to move, I donât want to hurt you.â He tells you, gently trailing his fingers up your back, needing some sort of distraction to prevent himself from fucking you like a wild animal.
âItâs okayâ You lift your head up from the sheets and make eye contact with him in the mirror. He flashes you his bright smile and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. His hands make their way to your hips as his own start to form a steady rhythm. You grip the sheets as his tip kisses your cervix each time he fucks into you.Â
âConnie!â You gasp, your chest pressing down further into the mattress. Gripping the end of the bed like your entire life depends on it.Â
âFuckkkk, missed this tight pussy so much baby girl.â He digs his nails into your skin and forces your ass back onto him. Your moans turn into whimpers as you feel your second orgasm creep up.
ââm gonna cum papi, I'm coming.â You warn him, he picks up his thrust and rolls his hips as you come around him for the second time tonight. Your head falls down in exhaustion and you feel his hand wrap around your chin, forcing you to face the mirror.
âIs it too much baby? You know our safe word never changed?â He teases, his hips begin to pick up their pace, you cry out in pleasure the deeper he fucks into your cunt.
âN-no! I-I can nghâŠI can take it.â You look at him in the mirror and he canât help but bite his lip and tangle his hand in your hair. Heâs got you flushed against his chest as he fucks you like itâs the last time he ever will.
âYeah? You sure you can take all of me baby?â He pulls your head back more and smiles down at your fucked out expression, smashing his lips against yours passionately.Â
âWeâll see about that wonât we?â He pulls out of you and you whine in protest. Youâre about to complain, but he quickly flips you onto your back and places each one of his arms next to your head so heâs looking down at you. You feel your face warm up at how intensely his brown eyes stare back into yours.
âI missed you.â You confess, rubbing your fingers up and down his tattooed arms.
He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and lifts one of your legs up, taking advantage of the new position and immediately pushing into you again. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and he finds himself fucking into you again.
âI missed you so much, sweet girl, so. fucking. much.â He groans between each thrust and you arch your back in pleasure, his tip immediately finds your g-spot and you feel a warm sensation build up in your lower belly.Â
Connie took your legs from around his waist and pushes your thighs up to your chest. You go to let out a loud moan, but are interrupted by Connie wrapping his ringed fingers around your throat.
âI know it feels good baby, but youâre gonna wake the boys up.â He gives you an evil smirk and picks up the speed of his hips. He parts your lips with his thumb and slides it between your lips.
You wrap your lips around his thumb and look up at him with teary eyes, holding back a scream as he continues his assault on your pussy.Â
The sound of heavy breathing and wet skin slapping against each other fills the room. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw goes slack as Connie continuously pounds into your cunt.
âLook at you, my sweet girl. No one else can ever see you like this, entiendes?â He asks, you try and respond but are too fucked out to even form a proper sentence.
Connie's fingers tighten around your throat and his thumb finds its way to your overstimulated clit, he rubs quick circles on your nub and your eyes go cross.
âI asked you a question sweetie.â He leans your face down and forces you to look at him.
âY-yo entiendo papi, o-only belong to you. Fuck fuck! papi Iâm gonna come! P-promise Iâm only yours! Ah fuckâ You say urgently, your pussy clenches around his dick and you feel your climax approaching. This one definitely feels stronger and more intense than the other two.
Connie lets out a loud groan as your pussy clenches around his shaft, his hips start to lose their rhythm as he gets closer to his orgasm.
âFuck yes thatâs it cariña, I wanna feel you come all over me. Give me one more baby.â He bends down and presses a hard kiss to your lips, his hips buck into yours rapidly and he canât hold on any longer.
âFuck Y/N, voy a venir bebe! Want me to fill that sweet pussy up and put another baby in you? Think we should try for a girl this time, donât you think?â You nod your head desperately, and he rubs your clit with his thumb againÂ
You bite down on his bottom lip as your final orgasm runs throughout your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and all you can see is pure white, your entire body starts convulsing. Your essence shoots out and splashes against his abs, down both of your legs, and onto the bed sheets below.Â
You come so hard your pussy sucks Connie in deeper and he squeezes the skin of your thighs as he comes deep inside of you. He moans against your lips and you let out a sigh as you feel his come fills you up.
âYou okay? You looked like you almost passed out.â He presses his forehead against your and smiles at you while you regain consciousness.
âY-yeah Iâm okay. Also, i feel like now is a good time to tell you that Tyler is a happily married man with no interest in me at all.â You inform him and he rolls his eyes.
âHappily married men can still want to fuck you if the oppurtunity allows.â He retorts and you hold back a laugh.
âEven gay men Connie?â You raise an eyebrow and the look on his face is absolutely priceless.
âYâknow there are in fact exceptions to the rule.â He mumbles into the crook of your neck.
âI really am sorry about you and Sasha.â You run your fingers over his hair and rub his cheek with your thumb.
âDonât sweat it, she was right in the end and I just didnât want to admit it. Iâve loved you since we were 16, just cause we break up doesnt mean I can just give up everything.â He leans on one hand and you sit up to kiss him in responseÂ
âI love you Connie, I want you to come back home with us. No more fighting okay?â He nods and pulls you into his chest, rubbing his hands over your back.
âNo more fighting baby, I promise. From now on weâll only argue about dinner, what movie to watch, and what outfits weâll put the boys in.â He says jokingly, you laugh at his antics and nod in return.
âIf itâs okay with you, Iâm gonna pull out before you get me all excited again.â He warns, you whimper at the feeling of emptiness once he pulls out of you. Your eyes widen when his fingers take the place of his dick, you look at him in shock and he feigns innocence.
âWell we wanna make sure you get pregnant, right?âÂ
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âOkay Mrs. Springer, when you feel the next contraction I want you to push as hard as you can.â The doctor says and you nod your and begin to push through the pain and pressure.Â
âThere we go baby you got it! Keep going Y/N!â Connie encourages you, holding one of your hands in both of his.
A small cry breaks out into the air and the doctor guides your baby out safely, she holds the baby up and you fall onto your back.
âItâs a girl!â Connie exclaims and instantly bursts into tears, you canât help but also shed tears as sheâs laid on your chest.
Connie places multiple kisses all over your face and looks at the new baby in front of you.
âSheâs gorgeous Connie, sheâs so perfect.â You sniffle and giggle when you make eye contact with the small baby.Â
âShe sure is, she looks just like her mama. My sweet little Cecelia.â You give him a large smile and nod in agreement.
âCecelia is perfect, my little Cece.â You giggle at the nickname and rock the small girl in your arms as she whines.
âI love you Connie.â You say, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.
yâall iâm finna cut this nigga off bc he had no business just eating me up like this. we was going back and forth about who was the meaner person. itâs clearly not me, but he swear it issss. then he gon come out his mouth and say âyou pretty furreal, but mad unapproachable. you donât give niggas a smile or a wave or nun, but let a girl come up to you. you be smiling and laughing all nice and shit. only reason you wasnât mean to me was cause i rolled for you and gave you free shit.â
âay coño. you keep ridin my dick like that and ima have tâmarry you âkay?â connie moaned, heavy hand repeatedly squeezing and slapping your ass as you continued to ride him in reverse. your hands wrapped firmly around his ankles as you worked your body in ways he loved. on late nights like this one it was normal for the two of you to smoke each other out and make each other feel good, letting the good vibes of the day carry on into the night.
âmâcummin again paâ you quietly breathed out as you began to bounce your ass harder, tattood hands spreading you open to get a better view of the sin being committed by the two of you. âgive it tâme mama. let papi have itâ connie groaned before throwing his head back in the pillows. the way your ass moved on his dick was heavenly as your walls continued to get wetter and wetter around him. there was nothing that could possibly make this moment any more perfect.
*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched him out of his bliss, making a mean mug appear before he snatched it from its spot next to him. âj-jus leave it da fuck mâso closeâ you continued your ministrations, oblivious to the evil grin the man behind you adorned as he looked at your phone. notification after notification from your ridiculously toxic boyfriend. connies been telling you to leave him, but there was always an excuse. âhe was all i had at one pointâ âmy family loves him and ion wanna upset themâ âhe said she was just his best friendâ. you always had an excuse for this dickheads actions, letting him slide for shit like forgetting your anniversary all the way to blatantly cheating on you with his âgirl best friendâ which made him want to beat his ass.
you felt that you were no better, given your situation, so you chose to just stay and bare with it to keep up this stupid appearance for your family. your mom used to be with a man like connie and look where it got her. raising you as a single mother, trying her hardest to keep you far away from men like your father so you didnât end up just like her. when you first brought your boyfriend home she was so happy, as were the rest of your family. you knew connie was different though. he gave you a happiness your boyfriend could never bring you. catering not only to your body, but your heart and soul as well. he was who you knew you should be with in the end, but your family would never accept him because of his lifestyle.
you were terrified about how your family would look at you if they found out youâve switched out being with the golden, grade a student to fornicate with the big bad âthugâ from the other side of town. âel muchacho es un jablador, mami. he donât deserve you.â connie said before grabbing a blunt from the bedside table, putting fire to it as it sat between his pretty lips. âyou know how my family is. they not..fuck..not fond of men like y-youâ he rolled his eyes, giving you a rough snap of his hips to make you lose your balance.
a pretty cry flew from your lips, hands squeezing around his ankles while making a sly smirk appear on his face. âmen like me huh?â he mimicked you. before he could add on to it, he was interrupted by your phone ringing again. âmust be a sign to handle this shit once and for allâ connie thought before quietly picking it up and laying it down on the bed next to him. you were of course oblivious to this as you let him maneuver you into the backshot position. he grabbed the phone with one hand, placing it at his ear while he pushed your back down with his other hand. âmânot helping you ma, throw that shit back and work for this nut.â you quickly listened to his demand while he continued on the phone. âyo?âŠ.yea she here man. lil busy tho but she presentâ a chuckle rumbled from his chest as he listened to your frustrated boyfriend on the other line. âdonât worry about why i got her phone mamagĂŒevo. just be glad she safe and feeling goodâ
you were so busy fucking your self on his dick that you didnât even recognize that he was talking to your boyfriend on the phone. pretty whines falling from your lips as you continued to move your ass back and forth on his long dick. you reached back for connie and all he did was laugh at your weak attempt, pushing your back down to deepen your arch. all of your moans flew loose in the comfort of his room. âplease help j-jus a little bit. like when you hit my spot daddyâ you clenched around him, continuing to move your hips just how he likes so he could fold. connie could never get enough of you. and he knew you were just as in love and crazy for him. heâll be damned if he had to spend another night listening to you cry and blame yourself for the actions of a bitch like your âboyfriendâ.
connie moved the phone towards your mouth. this was the end of your suffering. âyea? like when papi fuck you like this?â his hips began to move, dick touching you in a sweetest places while he smiled. listening to your pretty moans. âaauughh yesss jus like that papi shitttâ your wetness began to spread all over him, strings of your previous releases connecting the two of you with wet squelches. âuhh huh. let em hear you maâ let who here what? your brain finally starting working properly after you heard yelling coming from somewhere.
his heavy hand landed on your ass, bringing you back to reality before you continued with your previously forgotten sentence. âion think t-this gon work out shitttâ you spoke as normal as you could, but it wasnât normal enough. you could basically feel the anger coming from your phone as your now ex boyfriend threw curses and insults your way. âyou dirty bitch. you think your family gon be proud after they find out you gave up being wit me for some thugâs dick?â while he spoke connie kissed up your back, stopping at your neck before whispering dirty words to you.
âyou like this âthugâ dick donât you girl? like when daddy makes you feel good and gives you what you want?â he deepened his strokes, laying one hand flat on the bed next to you while his other continued to hold the phone speaker towards your ear. âi-i love him and my family gon have toâŠfuckk⊠have to accept it or they gon end up jus l-like you, cut off.â your words surprised connie, making his dick even harder before kissing and sucking behind your ear and neck. ây-you need meâŠyou a sad, boring ass bitch. heâll never be me. fatherless, selfish ass bitchâ he mumbled the last sentence, but connie still heard him. he was trying his hardest to hurt you with his words, but thereâs no way in hell connie was letting that happen. chuckling while moving the phone from your face before taking it off speaker and holding it to his ear.
part 1 just hit 7k notes what the fuckkk hereâs part 2 cuz you all deserve it, i luv u !!! honeymoon next? đ
mr. and mrs. fushiguro ii, toji fushiguro
you couldnât believe this was happening. your nerves flooded your body as you paced back and forth in the back room of the alter. your mother and friends had all gone to their places either to the front or in the audience, leaving you alone until it was time for you to walk.
you heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see your son, megumi. youâd known him since he was a baby; just barely a month old, so if anything, he was in fact your son. his eyes widen at the sight of your differentiated figure. the green fit you so well; it somehow made your skin glow the brightest itâd ever been. you didnât go with a veil; you didnât really want anything covering your face and messing up your lashes (yes it was that serious, you paid nearly $300 for them bitches).
âoka, theyâre readyâwow,â the young boy breathed out. âyou look great, oka-san,â he compliment. âdadâll be so happy.â
âi hope so,â you gave him a warm smile. âcome here, gumi.â megumi follows your waving hand and engulfs you in a hug. âiâm so glad youâre giving me away.â
âiâm glad you asked me.â the young boy blushed and shrugged confidently. âto be fair, i had you first.â
âi know, and iâll always be yours,â you reassure your son. âiâll do anything for you, megumi, do you know that?â megumi nods his head. he didnât want to mention it aloud, but he had feelings that you cared for him more than his own father did, and you werenât even a share of his blood. âthank you for inviting me into your family.â
âyou were always my family, oka-san.â
the alter music finally began to play as you left the room. right behind the big double doors was the gateway to your new life. no longer as y/n y/l/n, but instead, y/n fushiguro; the woman youâd wanted to be for newly fifteen years.
megumi looks at you with playful eyes. âsure you not getting cold feet? you can always turn around and run, iâll tell him i lost you,â he joked, causing you to let out a whole hearted laugh.
âweâre about ten years too late, âgumi. iâm ready, my love.â
megumi smiled at you before looping his arm through yours. opening the double doors, at the sight of you walking in, everyone in the room stood up and tojiâs eyes immediately flew to you. the love and adoration in his eyes never went unnoticed as he stared at you as if you were a mile away.
you couldnât help but wince at the small sound of between your legs squeaking full of tojiâs cum. you wish youâd had enough time to shower again, but with a nap after very exhausting sex (the best of your life), and barely two hours left to get ready, you knew it was impossible.
besides, toji found it amusing that you were bound to be knocked up by the end of your vows. you two had already shared your own private vows to one another during a private ceremony with just the two of you the day before but decided to draft up a more watered downâappropriateâversion for your friends and family to hear.
megumi slwoly walked you down the carpeted aisle as your eyes silently greeted those around you. but after finishing its tour and circling their way up to the front, your eyes instantly gravitated to your husband. a wide smile falls upon your face, and an even wider one mirrors his, the deep scar on his top lip shifting upward.
by the time you stood in front of toji, he immediately grabbed the frills of your hands. you began to zone out what the priest was saying, your eyes only focused on toji and what the future of your marriage would bring. you werenât bought back to reality until your mother hissed at you, âpay attention, girl!â
toji and the audience let out a small laugh as you jump back to attention, giggling lightly. âiâm sorry,â you apologized. âi was just thinking about how much i love you.â your words send the crowd into low fits of âawwâs.
toji tries to hide it with a bow of his head, but you dont miss the way his pale cheeks turn a bright flush of red. you âtoji fushiguro, iâve known you for a long time,â you mutter only so you and him could hear, causing him to let out a low chuckle. âyou have been there for me just as much as anyone in this very room, but have provided the guidance i never knew i lacked or needed until i met you. you teach me the wonders of the world, things i didnât know even mattered or existed before. you love me like i was made for you, and, i guess in this life time and every single one after that, i am. toji fushiguro, youâve made me the happiest woman on earth and i donât think you fully understand that. i promise to love you until the end of our days, in sickness, health, and everything between besides infidelity,â you make a funny face, causing everyone to chuckle. âi will rob you, set your house on fire and kill you if you ever dare decide to be unfaithful to me in any sort of way. i mean it, fushiguro-san. from this day forward i give you my body, heart and soul, for eternity. i hope you choose wisely on what to do it. cuz this thing donât come back round a second time okay?â
your friends cheer you on in unison as you canât help but shake your body playfully. toji chuckles heavily, knowing that you meant full weapon behind your words.
ây/n y/l/n,â toji breathes out. his voice was naturally low and monotonous, so you were sure his words were mostly meant for only you to hear (he was a bit rude like that). âi donât love you because you do things for me. not because you do things megumi. i donât love you because anything you do is for my benefit; i love you because youâve changed my character. youâve changed my mindset on a lot of things i wasnât taught as a child, from fatherhood to something as simple as what life is and what itâs really supposed to be. youâre the best mother anyone can ever ask for. you lived megumi before you loved me, and i knew i loved you from that point on. youâre the best woman iâve ever known. your character, your judgement, and your persona are all the best blessing me or anyone in this damned world could ever ask for. we donât deserve you,â
âmhm, we sure donât,â your mother pursed her lips with a sassy nod of her head as she waved her paper fan like she was in church.
âamen,â your cousins agreed in unison. you turn and give them a small smile, followed by a giggle. tojiâs thumb discretely rubbed the sides of your palms and you knew he was anxious.
âi watch you light up dark rooms with your luminescent light, and youâve lit plenty of mine, much more than i can count. i know that when iâm not on my A game, you always are. i make sure that even if youâre not having the best of days, you know that you have a space in our home. in our family; in me. you make me excited for things in the future iâve never even considered before. more kids, building a journey with you in this shitpile we call lifeâshitâsorry ma.â toji smirks as your mother scolds him from her seat. she rolls his eyes and motions for him to continue.
âi promise to be faithful to you for the rest of my days. i will never love another woman like you, nor will i ever think about doing so. i promise to your light on your dark days as you are mine. i promise to be patient with you, to guide you in whatever way you need help in. i promise to be the best man i could be worthy of your love, y/n y/l/n,â your eyes canât help but tear up at his words, feeling your hands sweat in nervousness. âi canât wait to marry you, though youâve been my wife for a very long time already. i canât wait for us to continue to do things together and work as a team, as mr. and mrs. fushiguro,â toji smiled at you, signaling that he was done with his speech. ây/n y/l/n, i canât wait to make you my fucking wife.â
âand with that, toji fushiguro, you mayââ
the man didnât even allow the priest time to finish his solemnization before he already pulled you into his arms and smashed his lips onto you.
synopsis: jean loved his job, he loved being a teacher. there was just something about his eighth grade class that brought him so much joy, he loved everything about his job, even then annoying, tedious tasks. he wouldnât trade it for anything else. especially when one of his studentsâ mom is the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen.
â ïž afab!reader, cheating, swearing, smut, cocky!jean, teacher!jean, jean gets possessive, reader is in a loveless relationship.
kioâs notes - if yâall only knew the struggle i been going through to get this fic backđ€Šđœââïž anywaysâ i have this hc of the aot characters in like a school setting, and this is what i came up with for jeanâs. also please donât take any of this seriously, iâm writing this for shits and giggles bc i really do believe jean would have the audacity. MINORS DNI !!! 18+
ok so how i picture jean as a teacher is the type of teacher that at first glance, is expected to be a strict and cold teacher. one that didnât really goof around with his class and focused on the rules. he was stern at times, yeah, but if you sat in on a lesson with jean, you would see itâs actually the exact opposite.
for one, he was pretty chill. his students were comfortable to talk to him about anything that was bothering them. he even spoke to them about things that would happen to him, and even try to turn it into a life lesson.
âso this man cut me off today while driving here to see yâall. now i wanna know, do i let that little thing make me upset for the rest of the day, or do i take a breath, shake it off and make the best of a good morninâ?â
((( sidenote: i also imagine him having a bit of a southern accent? nothing crazy but like a like twang yâknow? country boy turned teacher typa vibe.)))
another thing he would do is block out a time of the dayâfifteen to twenty minutes (usually at the end of the day or during free period) to talk to his students about whatâs currently going on, whether it be in their lives or in the world. he wasnât on social media like that, so aside from world news, he was in the dark, especially about pop culture.
âmr. k! are you team selena or hailey?â one of his students asked, getting jean to furrow his brows.
âselena as in gomez? whoâs hailey? and why are they beefing?â and for the next fifteen minutes, jean watches as a number of his students go up to the white board and draw him a diagram, explains the celebrity web of drama.
jean was also a fitness enthusiast. he loved to exercise and get his body moving. he also encouraged it in his class, even incorporating it into his history lessons. he would set up a circuit of educational exercises, where his students would not only learn new things, but even get a little bit of some cardio in. for example, at the end of each week for black history month, jean would have ahis class split into teams and take the photos of black icons from one side of the class, and run to the other side to stick them by a description.
jean even loved the annoying aspects of teaching elementary, like yard duty. he would normally be with the primary grades due to his ability to keep up with their energy, but when he would be with the juniors and intermediates he loved when theyâd ask him to play a game.
âmr. k! we need one more for five on five!â one of his students would yell, and jean would jog over and join the team.
and if he was on duty with his friends? oh best believe theyâre joining.
âserayah, honey,â jean waved over a sixth grader from his friend, mikasaâs class. âtell ms. ackerman that mr. k wants her to sub in for him.â
but what jean loved more than anything about his job was parent-teacher meetings. why? because he would get to see one of his favorite students, and his favorite parent. you and your son dante.
dante was one of jeanâs most athletic students. he was on the schoolâs basketball and track team, as well as playing for a rep league outside of school. he took a liking to jean rather quickly, babbling on to you about how cool his teacher was.
when it came time to finally meet him at the schoolâs welcome back barbecue, you were shocked, for lack of better words. jean had to be the most handsome teacher you ever laid eyes on. he was muscular, lean, standing at six feet and two inches. he wore a dark denim jacket with a plain black tee shirt underneath, black cargo pants and a pair of black and yellow jordan retro 12s. he had a single silver chain and two small, silver hoop earrings. he smiled with a natural smirk, his eyes crinkling and creating a look you couldnât help but fawn over. his freckled cheeks reddening with every compliment he got from parents passing by.
when his eyes landed on you, it seemed as though time stood still. you were mesmerizing to him. dressed in some jeans and a striped dress shirt, accessorized with dior slides and a black handbag. your hair was tied into a puff, small, coils accent pieces pulled out randomly for a âlazy effectâ.
when you and dante walked up to him, he had a big, warm smile on his face. âmr. kirstein, correct?â ypu extended your hand, to which jean accepted. it was a soft, and now that you were closer to him he smelt the subtle hint of lilac waft off you. you gave him a bright smile, glossed lips pulled back to reveal bright whites that along with cheery eyes, had him swooning.
for the first five minutes of seeing you, jean was elated. but when his eyes glanced down to look at your interlocked hands, and he saw that silver wedding band glimmer in the light on your left ring finger, he felt a dark cloud over his head.
âitâs uh, pleasure to meet you mrs. smith.â jean cleared his throat and smiled, swallowing back the slight disappointment.
you shook your head, âplease, call me (y/n), and the pleasure is mine. dante speaks so highly of you. i had to come see the magic for myself.â you laughed, the compliment getting him to look down as he felt his cheeks burn.
âwell, dante is a good kid. love hearing his takes when we do history, and his heavy opinion on math.â jean looked over to dante with a teasing smirk, one that the young man rolled his eyes playfully at.
âthereâs no reasons why paul needs 40 watermelons, mr. k! weâre going through inflation right now, he beinâ selfish!â your son exclaimed, his comment getting both you and jean to laugh.
before you could dive in further and ask questions regarding the classâ curriculum, a hand on your lower back interrupted you. âthere ya are, was looking all over this dump for you.â your husband, erwin, kissed the side of your head as he stood next to you. he was dressed in a black suit, with a long brown coat over him. he mustâve come from work.
âoh you showed up, funny.â you said, trying to keep a playful tone as to not indicate to jean there was a problem. unbeknownst to you though, jean was more of a body language analyzer than tone, so although you sounded somewhat happy at your husbands appearance, he could tell by how you stiffened at his touch that you werenât feeling it.
âdonât be like that.â erwin spoke to you in a quick, hushed tone before looking to his son, whose mood also seemed to drop at his dads presence. âdante, howâs it going?â
âgood, dad. this is my teacher, mr.kirstein.â dante pointed to jean, who was still not over how your cheery mood seemed to evaporate the second your husband walked in.
the blond man turned to jean, eyes flicking up and down him before a smirk found its way on his lips, âthis the one you donât shut up about, huh? iâm erwin smith, attorney at maria rose law firm.â he extended his hand to jean and of course, he shook it with a smile, despite cursing the man internally.
it was at that barbecue jean learned the dynamic of your marriage, and got to see it play out over the course of the year. erwin, as best as he seemed to try, was very disconnected with dante. he had not a clue what the boy liked to do or how he was doing in school. jean gathered this from the way erwin would go on his phone when he would talk about danteâs in-class progress or how he would come with you to danteâs games and meets, but never really cheer for the boy. not like how jean would.
he would either be looking down at his phone for most of the game, or watch with the most uninterested look on his face. and when jean brought it to your attention, you would always shrug it off.
âheâs just not a big basketball fan, sâall.â you would reassure jean, but he could tell from the way you bit down on your bottom lip and eyebrows softened after speaking that you didnât even buy into your own excuse.
but it was okay. erwinâs silent spectating made jeanâs cheers all the more louder. you and him acting a fool on the bleachers whenever dante made a good play. so much so that dante stopped informing his dad and started telling jean about his upcoming gamesâeven asking him to help him practice on a dunk at lunch recess. there was even one occasion you had to swing jean a text, asking him if he drive dante to practice because erwin got held up at work (even though he told you heâd take him).
but yeah. jean loved teaching. because through his job he met you and the two of you had grown incredibly close, bordering on good friends. it wasnât the most ethical thing in the world, befriending a students mom, but jean knew coworkers who have done worse so he wasnât phased.
you had noticed how much better danteâs energy had gotten since jeanâs arrival. he looked forward to not only games but school now, and was even warming up more to his teammates and classmates. before he was very reserved, only speaking when spoken to. but jean brought something out of him. when he came, he would go stand by the players and help the teams coach. sometimes heâd even takeover. he would dub dante team leader, encouraging him to speak up more. after the first time jean coached the team, dante begged him to be his mentor.
ïżŒâpleaseee mr. k! you really the only solid guy i got to look up to. you like what i like and you can ball. câmon do it as a form of reparations! â dante begged him one day after school, ambushing jean while he was trying to pack up his things and head home.
jean wanted to agree instantly, but knew he needed to speak to you about it. he didnât want to overstep any boundaries, not with you or danteâespecially you, seeing as how you were a married woman. he brought it up to you the next time he saw you, at danteâs next game, while you two sat on the bleachers as danteâs team warmed up.
âd said he wants me to be his mentor. wanted to ask you if itâs okay to accept. i wouldnât wanna step on his fatherâs toes or anything of the sort.. he also told me to do it for reparations?â
on the outside, jean was expressing consideration and empathy. but on the inside, he was country steppinâ on erwinâs toes, letting an evil laugh out in his head at the thought of taking erwinâs place. not just in danteâs life, but yours too.
you let out a loud cackle at the last part, âno he didnât! oh my gosh, iâm so sorry bout his blunt ass. but i doubt erwin would look up from his phone long enough to care, jean. itâs cool with me if you want to accept. dâs changed a lot since youâve been around, itâs been nice to see.â
you were in awe at your sonâs transformation, to say the least. it was the spring of the second term, and dante had improved so much in the last couple months. his writing, confidence, and athletic ability had improved, but so had his mindset. he never took school seriously, or even cared about his marks. erwin told you it was just his teenage phase and to let him be, but you couldnât. and thankfully for you, jean couldnât either. he was more hands on than erwin, who was too focused on clients to worry about you two.
but oh, erwin shouldâve worried.
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he shouldâve started to worry when you started coming home later. you used to be home by seven to make dinner for him when he would come home, tired from judges and verdicts. but now youâd be home at nine or nine thirty, you and dante well-fed while erwin munches on dinner he bought or leftovers he threw together once he realized you werenât coming home in time.
he shouldâve been curious when you were getting calls from jean outside of the appropriate hours. erwin would catch you on the phone at ten at night or sometimes even midnight. he would question you, but you would say it was either an âurgent dante matterâ or that you were on the phone with one of your girlfriends and urge him to leave you alone.
but what really should have raised your husbandâs suspicions was when you would go out with jean without dante. if only he didnât shrug off dante when he said you finished work and went with jean to meet up with other members of the teamâs parents. if only he wondered why the parents would be getting together at nine oâclock on a wednesday night.
if he had, maybe you wouldnât have been at a bar late at night, confiding in jean about your marriage as you throw your legs over his lap, pink crocs practically neon in the light.
if erwin had worried, you and jean wouldnât be tipsy and dancing together, with him holding you close as you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, grinding against his hardening dick with his thumb in the loop of your jeans as he tapped the beat of the music against your hip.
if erwin had called you like he thought to, he wouldâve pulled your attention from jean, who was whispering sweet words into your ear, going on about how beautiful you are, and how heâs been dying to take care of you. his hand held your own, his warmth making your body melt.
maybe if erwin had worried about the amount of time you were spending with jean, he couldâve prevented that night. and stopped you from beginning what would be the end of your sanctified marriage.
maybe you wouldnât be a where you were right now, how many days later, lying on your side with jean behind you, laying waste to your plump lips with kisses and nips. he held you close to him, chest pressed against your back and arms around you. he was grinding himself against you, his tip hitting your clit.
âjean,â you whined, a breathless sigh leaving your lips after. he had already fucked you to five orgasms throughout the dayâsince eight in the morning, the time you arrived at his house (you had lied and said you were going to work). but he was looking to make it sixâhis lucky number. honestly, your body really shouldnât endure anymore of jean, but he was fucking you too good for you to focus on soreness and/or tell him to stop.
he tapped his dick against your clit, the puffy nub tingling from the sensation. âfuck, baby put it in.â you whined. your hand slid down to try and push his head down to go in between your folds. âplease, mâso ready.â you sniffled, feeling the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.
âmy baby so needy, hm? whatâs wrong? that shitty husband of yours ainât fuckinâ right?â jean spoke next to your ear, his breath fanning over your cheek. he continued to glide himself up and down your folds, collecting your slick as lube and ignoring your whining and begging.
ânot like you, jeanâshit!â you were struggling to pull yourself together. you were overstimulated, you were exhausted, but your body craved him. it had been so long since you were worshipped like this, since your heart had felt so full from jeanâs endearing words. not to mention phat ma was loving the attention.
jean chuckled, âyou damn right, sweetheart. this right here is mine, understand? donât wanna see no other man touching you, speaking to youâlooking at you, even! iâll fuckinâ kill âem.â he snarled.
he didnât wait for a response from you. he just slowly pushed himself inside, listening to the breath that hitched in your throat. that really was all the response he needed. âjeanâŠâ you grabbed onto the sheets to release any form of tension. despite being full of jean all day, you were still not use to his motion. his size was one thing; he was tall with a curve at the head. he he was more on the thicker side, with light brown hairs trimmed neatly around his area. he was about the same size as erwin, but it was his strokes that hit you differently. they were far more powerful than your husbands. they were more determined, focusedânot just on his own orgasm but yours as well.
jean smirked, ânot like me, yeah. that asshole canât begin to reach the places i can! mâgonna fuck some sense into you to leave that blond fuck.â he pressed his free hand against your stomach, squeezing on your waist. âgonna give my pretty girl the family she always wanted. me, you, d, and one of our own. howâs thatâs sound, sweetheart?â jean kissed the back of your ear with his promise.
you were dying! here this man was, fucking you into an oblivion, loving your body in a way your husband hasnât in so long. how were you supposed to say no? he was promising you what erwin no longer gave you, what he forgot he did on your wedding day.
it was wrong for you to be here with him. you were breaking every possible vow and eternal promise you made to erwin on the day of your wedding. but in the moment, you didnât care. jean was fucking you too good to feel guilty for your infidelity. his dick was hitting a spot you had forgotten existed, wiping your memory of erwin and the past nights of passion you two shared.
âthink of our baby, mama. how beautiful theyâll look with your eyes, your smile, your fuckinâ kindnessââ jean was lolling at the thought. the idea of getting you swollen with his baby. pregnant you would be dependent on him for sure, needing him to ease your sore body or help you with your hormonal mood swings. he would be your go-to. he could see the future you two could have, it was right there. and by god was he going to attain it one way or another.
âplease, make me a mommy, jean please. wanna be your kidsâ mommy.â you begged him, and he couldâve cum alone at that. you looked back at him, lips poked out in a pout and eyes glossed over. there wasnât a thought behind them, nothing in that pretty little head of yours except how he was making you feel.
yeahhhh, erwin should have been worried. when he saw you enter your shared bedroom at nearly midnight, walking straight to the bathroom with what appeared to be a faint limp, he shouldve gotten up to ask you what happenedâŠ.but he couldnât bring himself to.
he shouldâve pushed jean for answers when he ran into him one day at home depot, and after threatening him over your guysâ overly friendly relationship, listened to jean respond with:
âyou know what i tell my students about letters, mr. smith?âŠthat sometimes they can be silent. like the word ârhythmâ for exampleâthe first âhâ is silent. and iâm gonna tell you that the word âyourâ has a silent y.â
erwin blinked, âwhat?â
jean nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face, âyup. at least in your case it does. so your wife, is our wife. that body you donât valueâ jean rolled his neck in irritation, âis ultimately hers, but for the sake of this argument, is oursâwell more so mine since i heard your ass canât reach spots i can. so keep that in mind the next time you think about steppinâ to me, alright? you have a good night, mr. smith.â he flashed erwin a wink before turning away, leaving the man stunned in the middle of the store.
omg avoiding sukuna for whatever reason and he catches you looking at books in the library and he just watches until he decides he wants to punish you for being mean to him
this is just literally so effing late and im so sorry and sorry itâs so short but tumblr just keeps deleting all my drafts so đ€ŠđŸââïž
The library was the one place you could get some sort of solitude. Hidden by everything that you loved, dozen of books and touching their spines filled you with glee, even the earthy smell off the pages was making you happy.
Reaching your hand out to pick up an all time favorite from the top shelf, you creased your black Mary Janeâs in a feeble attempt to get it but it was too high. A long arm reaches to grab the book and brushes up against you, âFound you my little dove.â
Your body freezes. âI knew youâd be in here.â He cages you between his body and the bookcase. You do your best not to look at him or especially in his eyes. But when his hand grabs your chin you gulp. âI love to chase. Donât you know that?â
Sukunaâs dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he raised an eyebrow.
You squirmed and swatted his hands again, âJust leave me alone. I donât want anything to do with you.â
âStop being childishâŠâ He licks his lips and puts his leg between yours, rubbing at your core. âDonât you like when I touch you? Hm? Stop fighting it baby.â
But still you push a bit at his chest and frown, âI heard about you.â
He narrows his eyes and meets your eyes. âOh? Itâs in the past. Iâm all about you now. Havenât I showed you these past few months?â
But you canât forget just how many girls had told you about their experiences with him. He was a heartbreaker and you only had one heart to give before you stopped completely. Every man you had been with had hurt you more than the last.
You almost wanted to cry. But you didnât.
âOkay.â You sniffled before he dropped to his knees and lifted your skirt over his head and pulled your panties down with his teeth.
He made a soft groan when your smell wafted towards him. Pretty glistening folds he pulled apart with his tongue and sucked on the soft skin, pushing your legs further apart.
Your fingers dung into his shoulders when he lifted a leg over him. You could hear the wetness of his tongue swirling around your clit as you throbbed and bit down on your tongue to control yourself.
He pulled the skin of your labia until it slapped back, wetness of both his mouth and your juices spilled down his tongue. He did a few kitten licks up and down your tight soaked pussy before he dipped the tip of his tongue inside and swirled.
He felt you tighten on his tongue and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your clit before rubbing his entire face deeper into your wetness; wanting your scent all over his face.
âThis is mine, got it?â He softly scraped his teeth on your folds before he pulled back. Using his fingers to rub all the juices into his skin.
maybe mean!armin who finally meets his match and she gives him a run for his money.đ§
omg yes! I love when (y/n) gets her lick back!
cw: cheating, mentions of sex
when you first met Armin, it didnât take a rocket scientist or a million years to see what type of person he was. You had heard rumors of how narcissistic, arrogant troublesome and downright mean he was. Everyone, including his dozens of flings had a horror story about how he treated them. Cheating, ignoring their calls and just making them feel way less than their worth. He had a reputation for breaking the most beautiful girls down to nothing and destroying their self esteem. Needless to say, he was heartless and never gave a damn about anyone. That was until he met youâŠthatâs when it all changed. You were nothing like the other women he had encountered. Strong, gorgeous, wanted him but definitely didnât need him. There wasnât a moment that you were caught with your head hanging low and you always exuded bad bitch energy. Honestly, the perfect compliment and the first time he had a partner who was his equal. Fast forward almost a year and Mr. Artlert had almost entirely transformed! Rather than out partying with his frat brothers and running the streets, he was often laid up in your off-campus apartment..head in your lap and asleep as you played in his hair. His phone wiped clean of all the little lineup of hoes whoâd be waiting for his text or call because he had everything he needed right here. He no longer wanted to get to his nut and leave, he spent hours making love to your body; kissing every inch of that pretty mocha skin..staying inside of it even after the session was long done because he didnât want to be apart from his baby. Experiencing something he never thought he would: true love. You had him wrapped around your finger. Which made it all the more sweeter when he burst through the door of one of best friendâs room at the fraternity house and found you on top of him. Rather than being angry, Armin was heartbroken and in full blown tearsâŠnot a position that anyone would ever imagine him in. But you? All smiles without a speck of regret! Standing over him as he weeped on the floor.. â(Y/N)âŠhow could you do this to me?..what did I do wrong?..â
with the slyest smirk on your face, wrapped up in the sheets with another manâs scent..youâd merely laugh and utter to him:
â„other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sexđ], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, clÂĄt piercing, curvy dÂĄck, comparing hoseokâs dÂĄck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so muchđ], some POV switching, they donât actually say the three big words
â„word count: 4.7k
-song inspo: pandoraâs box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuckđ] || say it- tory [ew, but Iâve been listening to this for so long]
-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big dÂĄck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!
-authorâs note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope itâs worth it and that you enjoy!! đ€ Didnât know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this đ„čđ
Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.
His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.
You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you werenât betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.
It was an accident, you promised yourself.
RightâŠ
Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.
Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.
Grinding on the rockstar⊠was a complete accident.
It wasnât like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?
And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didnât happen.
Yeah. No.
It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.
And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.
After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, âCheckmateâ, a track that included Hoseokâs grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play oneâs pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldnât make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.
You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segmentâsporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for âCheckmateâ, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.
So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.
âJayâŠâ You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasnât helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.
So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.
Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. âI thought we were going slow,â he said.
You scoffed and angled your head up. âIs bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?â
He pouted his duck lips against your nose. âNo⊠Shaking your ass on my dick isnât going slow either.â
âYou touched me first,â you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. âYou canât keep your hands to yourself for shit.â
The rockstar hummed. âIs that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?â
Your brow raised. âFor?â
âActing like we both didnât say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.â
You felt flustered all of a sudden.
âWe didnât dry hump,â you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Hoseok grinned. âSure we didnât, baby. Kiss me.â
You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.
Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.
âW-Weâre not going slow, Jay,â you whimpered.
He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. âYou donât wanna go slow, anyways, baby.â
He was right.
Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.
âWant you on my tongue,â he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.
âYour manager said not to be out here for too long,â you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.
You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someoneâs windshield.
âI think youâre supposed to keep them, dumbass.â
âWhy?â he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. âTo gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?â
Ohh, thatâs what you wanted to hear:
The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.
âNo,â you answered. âSo that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.â
He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. âBut you could do a much better job at it than me.â
âMmm, a blowjob?â
He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.
The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of âtaking it slowâ with him.
So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.
âReady for me?â He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.
Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him âYes, Jay.â
His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.
He didnât know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. âOh,â he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.
âWhat?â
âThatâs a sexy surprise,â he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. âYour piercing. You werenât gonna tell me?â
Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasnât on your mind at all⊠Situations like theseâan artist hanging around a backup dancer too muchâsounded like quick flings that wouldnât play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didnât mention that self-conscious shit.
âYou like it?â you asked.
He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. âYeah,â he licked his lips. âItâs so cute⊠Wanna lick itâŠâ
You arched your hips towards his face. âIâm not stopping you.â
Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if youâd disappear if he didnât take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.
Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.
âTastes so good,â he sighed.
âI do?â you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.
âYeah, like honey⊠Youâre my honey,â he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. âSo sweet.â
The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldnât help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.
âGonna cream daddyâs face?â he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.
Oh, hell, why would he fucking say thatâŠ
âYes,â you moaned, ââgonna cream daddyâs face.â
But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.
Because Hoseok had pulled away.
His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. âDid you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?â
You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. âFuck off. I was getting close.â
âNot close enough,â he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.
If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.
You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.
He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. âDonât forget Iâm in control here, sweet girl.â
He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.
âYou never were,â you told him.
The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseokâs dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.
You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.
âI want all of this shit down your throat, baby,â Hoseok said, tilting your head. âCan you handle it?â
You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. âYes, daddy.â
You think youâre louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.
His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. âOh, donât play with me, baby⊠Be nice.â
âOr what?â you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adamâs apple bobbing dryly in his throat.
His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseokâs dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.
He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You couldâve came from that alone, along with Hoseokâs stuttered cussing.
But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide⊠Your throat was dying for more.
âDidnât take you for a cock slut, Miss Letâs-Take-Things-Slow,â Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didnât compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.
âWe⊠We are taking things slow,â you said.
Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.
âThatâs your favorite word, huh? Slow.â
He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. âIs that how you want me to fuck you since thatâs how weâre taking things?â
You grumbled âmaybeâ and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldnât he put it in and shush now?
Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.
With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.
He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.
âFuck!â Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.
âOh, câmon, babyâŠâ He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. âI know you can take it like thisâŠâ
It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.
You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didnât want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.
It didnât matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.
You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.
âGotta take you on tour with me more often,â he growled as he held your eyes. âFly you out to dance with me on stage⊠then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shitâdo whatever you wanna do in that city, too.â
You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. âAre you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?â
The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, âYeahâ, get anything that was wanted from him.
Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.
Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festivalâŠ
He didnât have enough time.
âIâll see you later, yeah?â You said. Hoseok hadnât even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.
â________.â
It made you stop in your tracks. But you didnât want to hear anything that would piss you off.
âJust⊠Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.â
âNo,â he said. âCan we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?â
Ouch. Confrontation.
âWhat is there to talk about?â
The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. âYou. Us. Now.â
You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. âAfter you got to fuck me?â
It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly⊠Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?
The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasnât an issue to you. He just shouldnât act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.
So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didnât let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. âDonât take it that way. Iâve been struggling to talk to you before this.â
âItâs raining,â you tried to excuse yourself. âWe can talk later.â
Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. âWe can talk now.â
You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. âFine, Jay.â
He sighed. âLook⊠I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, Iâm busy. There hasnât been any other time to talk about us, so Iâm taking it here. You donât make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I donât care about.â
You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. âBecause I donât know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?â
âYeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,â he gritted his teeth. âThis isnât so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really⊠But I canât be in two places at once. I canât be present for my fans and my music and you the same.â
âIâm not asking you to,â you said.
âNo, but thatâs the only way youâll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,â he responded.
You exhaled the breath you didnât know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.
âThis is useless, Jay.â
The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. âWhat makes it useless, ________? Iâm being open with you aboutâthis. Do I look like Iâm joking or something?â
âNo,â you responded. âItâs useless that youâre telling me why and why not. When it isnât going to change anything. Youâre busy and have bigger things to tend to⊠What is your point?â
Hoseokâs eyes went soft as he answered. âThe point is that Iâm trying. Iâm trying, okay? Iâm trying to spend time with you even if itâs over the phone. Iâm trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. Iâm tryingâto keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.â
You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didnât want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and itâs effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseokâs life.
Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.
âListen to me,â he mumbled, gazing at you. âI really want this. And you. When Iâm done touring, Iâll show you.â
You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy⊠even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldnât have him for yourself. You werenât needy, but it didnât sound realistic in the slightest. Youâd only have time for sex, like just then.
You spoke. âJay, you donât have to do that. Letâs leave it alone.â
âUs?â He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didnât want you to give up.
You nodded. âI was fine with going slow⊠It doesnât complicate this.â
âWe already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didnât happen?â He questioned. âWith all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didnât stop us from getting here.
âYou⊠donât have to fight us on this. Iâll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.â
Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldnât reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didnât, hurt.
It stung that you pushed him away. You didnât want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldnât blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart⊠But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.
He didnât view you how you viewed yourselfâa moveable piece on his sets for decorative funâand it ached your mind that youâd been lying to yourself the whole time. He didnât deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deservedâŠ
âOkay. I⊠I trust you.â
Your trust. All of it.
No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But itâs scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?
âMy love,â he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. âSay it again.â
You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.
âI trust you, Jay.â
It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.
He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.
It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldnât let anyone else hear it.
The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each otherâs unspoken yet understood love in.
Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a momentâno doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didnât have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.
âOne more time,â he said. âI canât see you alone again until the next stop.â
âJayââ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldnât stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.
Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.
âAh, shiiittt,â Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadnât noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure⊠Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.
The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.
âYouâre gonna trap me, honey girl,â he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldnât mind being trapped by you.
âIâm not like that, Jay,â you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. âTrust me.â
In (late) honor of Tojiâs design for the anime being released â â nsfw warning: wishing this was me, oral (fem receive), size dif., dilf!toji, foreplay, toys, praise.
Having to raise a kid (as a single parent) while gone working most days and nights is rough stuff. His wife had died and his kid was hardly 4 years old. You, on the other hand, had just graduated college with a degree in early child education- and renting out the Fushiguroâs garage apartment- you offered to help raise Megumi.
How the hell could Toji resist this offer from you? He adored your soft skin and pretty eyes, how small you looked next to him. When he first met you, he couldnât help but take sneaking glances at your tits, the way your âmessyâ hair (it was literally flawless) sat, the way youâd walked in front of him while touring the studio- hips swaying teasingly and occasionally brushing past him. He needed you.
You never asked for anything in return for helping teach and watch Megumi despite desperately needing some extra cash- or a percent off of the rent. Toji noticed. The late nights heâd return, you looked exhausted. It would be inhumane to not offer you a reward. So, Toji decided, he was going to reward you more than your pretty head and tits could handle.
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