[lingeriae]

"Do you LOVE or YEARN?"

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[sycamore-seedling]

Hurricane Melissa Relief Charities

I pulled these from the Jamaica subreddit, but donate if you're able because this is looking pretty scary according to the official forecasts...

"Several charitable organizations are already preparing their emergency response teams to provide relief after the storm. Below is a list and the type of assistance they will provide. Please consider making a donation to any of the following organizations."

Direct Relief - Emergency medical assistance (Read about what they've already done, here.)

Food For the Poor - Relief kits, generators, hygiene kits, and essential supplies

Global Empowerment Mission - Cargo planes and shipping containers typically provide water, food, generators, all emergency supplies, as well as gift cards

Samaritan's Purse International Disaster Relief - Emergency field hospital, shelter, water, food, medical care

International Medical Corps - Deploying an emergency medical response team

[nanamincreampie]

I don’t usually make posts like this, but my heart is heavy right now. Hurricane Melissa has hit Jamaica hard , homes and communities are gone, hospitals are flooded, and so many families are struggling just to get by.

This isn’t just something I saw on the news. It’s home. My home. It’s where my people are. It’s where memories live and where hearts are breaking right now.

If you can, please visit donate here and donate, even a little. Every single bit of help makes a difference, whether it's food, shelter, or medical care… it all matters.

And if you can’t give, that’s okay. Just share this post so more people see it. Let’s show Jamaica that the world cares. 💚💛🖤

[lingeriae]

JAE COME BACK HOME I MISS YOU

soon baby soon 😞 I promisee 🫶🏾

[liliacsdelight]

Untitled No.12

  ̮͡𑁍789 words, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), Gn!dom reader x Whoever(f), <-fsub, missonary, slapping, chocking, praise & degradation, etc  ̮͡𑁍

  18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕  ̮͡𑁍

The mattress groaned under your weight as you pressed her down, thighs spread wide, her breath breaking before you even slid in deep. She clutched at the sheets, back arching, mouth open like she couldn’t decide whether to beg or bite down.

“Eyes on me.” Your voice cut sharp, and she dragged her gaze back, pupils blown, lips trembling.

You pushed into her slow, cruel, all the way until her nails scratched shallow lines down your shoulders. Her body fluttered tight around you, wet and desperate, taking every inch whether she could handle it or not.

“That’s it,” you muttered, one hand gripping her hip, the other wrapping around her throat. You held her there, thumb pressed just under her jaw, controlling every shaky inhale. “Good fucking girl—taking me like you should.”

She whimpered, tried to twist her face away, but you caught her chin and slapped her cheek hard enough to leave heat blooming across her skin. Her eyes watered instantly, a strangled sound escaping her.

“Don’t run from me,” you scold, thrusting rougher, faster, until the bedframe slammed against the wall in rhythm. “You wanted this. Open up and take it.”

Her moan cracked, broken into a sob, but she nodded quick, frantic. “I—I’m taking it, I promise,” she gasped, voice wrecked.

She looks so pretty like this—eyes glassy, mouth trembling open, whining breathless praise every time you sink in.

Your mouth curved in something close to a smile, though your pace didn’t soften. You pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other sliding down her cheek, fingers tracing the sting you left there. You slapped her again, sharper this time, then kissed the corner of her mouth almost tender.

“Look at you,” you whispered against her lips, still driving deep. “Messy little thing, crying for me. So fucking pretty.”

“Fuck—baby, you feel so good,” she gasp, voice all broken sugar. Her hands claw at the sheets, useless, thighs trembling with every deep, slow grind. “You’re so good to me. I—mghn—god—please don’t stop—”

You hum low, indulgent, smiling like you’re watching a favorite sin unravel. “You don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” you say, stilling inside her just to hear the pretty little whimper that slips out. “You’re gonna get everything. Every inch. I told you—I got you, didn’t I?”

She nod frantically, hips lifting in search of friction. “Mhm, you—ahgm—you're so deep I can’t even think—” She whines.

“I like when you can't think. Such a pretty little thing,” you purr, leaning down to kiss her open mouth, tongue soft and slow in contrast to the way your hips start moving again—slow, deep, so full it feels like worship.

Her thighs quivered around your hips, trying to close, but you shoved them wider with your knee. Her body arched up into you, involuntary, like she couldn’t stop herself from giving more.

“That’s it—yeah, just like that,” you praised low, voice gritty. “You’re doing so good. Taking it so fucking well.”

She whined, face flushed, tears slicking down her temples. “Feels too much,” she breathed, voice cracking.

You pressed your forehead to hers, panting into her mouth as your thrusts turned merciless. “Too much and you’re still begging for it,” you rasped, grinning when she whimpered again. “Don’t lie to me. Your pussy’s gripping like it doesn’t wanna let me go.”

Her nails clawed at your arms, useless against your weight. She shook her head, half in denial, half in surrender, but the heat between you gave her away.

“Dirty girl,” you said, slapping her face again, softer this time, more a sting than a blow. “Cry all you want, you’re still mine. Still opening for me.”

Her breath hitched, hips tilting helplessly to meet your rhythm. “Y-yours,” she whispered, broken.

The word shot through you, made you press her down harder, grinding in deep enough to drag another sob out of her throat. You kissed her rough, stealing the sound, teeth catching her lower lip.

Her body trembled beneath you, arching as her orgasm ripped through her sudden and messy. She cried out, shaking under your grip, nails digging deeper.

You didn’t stop. You drove her through it, unrelenting, holding her there against the mattress while she sobbed out your name.

“Such a good slut for me,” you groaned, kissing her wet cheek, the salt of her tears smearing against your mouth. “So fucking perfect when you break.”

Her voice cracked again, wrecked from crying, but her legs locked tight around your waist, dragging you closer, begging for more even when her body couldn’t keep up.

“Good girl,” you praised again, fucking her through the words. “Knew you could do it. Knew you could take me.”

You gave it to her—every sharp thrust, every slap and kiss, every rough word that tore her down only to build her back up again.

And when you decided to stop, hips slowing, chest heaving, you held her face gentle, thumb brushing her cheek like you hadn’t just made her cry.

“That’s my girl,” you whispered against her temple, soft now. “You did so good for me, sweetheart.”

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈  ̮͡𑁍

Flower Dividers by @apollagraphics

All works © liliacsdelight 2025. Do not modify, plagiarize, repost my work, or feed it to ai.

[lingeriae]

her taking it:

This is so good!!!

[lingeriae]

and don’t let soap catch you pausing at the baby aisle in the store.

he’s immediately on you, big greedy hands latching unto your hips as if they had some kind of magnetic draw to you—it’s the only explanation on why he’s so insistent to rest them there.

you can feel the heat of his body against yours as he presses himself against you, your body tenses instinctively as if it knows that a rush of arousal is about to hit as johnny leans down to rest his chin against your shoulder. a weak sigh leaves your lips when he inhales deeply, squeezing your hips hard, not enough to hurt but enough for you to be affected by it. subtly arching your ass against him in retaliation.

he’s hard you note. he almost always is around you but this feels different. your eyes scan the area that your in grateful that it’s somewhat vacant as johnny’s next words have your body heating up and your thighs clenching tightly.

“gonna be shopping here real soon, right bon?” a hand trails up from your hips as to rest against your stomach. johnny watches your reaction from the corner of his eye, a smirk making its way to his pink lips at the breath you let out through your nose. the double knuckled grip you have on the cart in-front you is what keeps you sane as the Scottish man fills your head with things so filthy that your sure Erika Mitchell would be clutching her pearls.

“mmm, ken how much you love when I fill that cunt. s’only right you gimme a babe.” he kisses the space below your ears, stubble tickling your skin. your breath hitches, panties damp. “whaddya say, love?”

[liliacsdelight]

Love, All Over You

Whoeverxreader

Something sweet

2.k+ words, sweet and domestic, sex on the dinner table, light choking, no condom(wrap it), creampie, he's so good to you, reader has nipple piercing, pet names (e.g sweetie, honey, and baby), sloppy kissing, aftercare, etc.

He smelled like eucalyptus and that cheap-ass lotion he never stopped buying. You heard the front door close a few minutes ago, then the water run, and now his quiet footsteps padded through the hallway—slippers on, joggers slung low, white tank snug across that thick chest. The tattoos on his arms looked even darker with his freshly moisturized skin. He was finally home.

You stood in the kitchen, stirring the greens like you weren’t watching his reflection in the microwave door.

“You showered fast.”

“I was already halfway in the bathroom when I got home,” he said, voice deep and casual. He leaned on the fridge with his arms folded, eyes dragging over you slow and hungry. “Smells good in here.”

“You mean me or the food?”

His mouth twitched. “Don’t start.”

Too late. You turned with a little smile and sashayed over, still in your tiny cotton shorts and an old tank that hugged you just right. “Dinner’s ready,” you said sweetly, stepping into his space. “But I want something else first.”

He raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “I’m hungry.”

“So am I.” You slid your hand down his belly, over that soft muscle and tattooed skin, and felt him tense. He didn’t say a word—just looked at you like he was trying real hard to be patient.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you said, voice dropping, pout growing. “Missed you so bad I was gonna come up to your job and get you to fuck me there.”

He gave a slow exhale, low and controlled. “You need to wait ‘til I eat, baby.”

You stepped back with a dramatic sigh and flung your arm over your forehead. “Fine. I’ll just go lay in traffic. Or jump off a bridge. Or—or drown myself in the sink like a fly—”

“Sweetie.” His voice cut sharp through your theatrics, the warning thick in it.

Your mouth shut, but your smile stayed. You met his eyes and bit your lip just enough to drive him mad.

“You don’t listen for shit, do you?” he muttered as he stepped forward and cupped the back of your neck. His hand was warm and heavy, and he leaned down like he was about to lecture you. “Always talking reckless. You gon’ learn tonight.”

You hummed, soft and smug. “Promise?”

He gripped your wrist and spun you back around, chest pressed to your back, his hand firm at your lower back. You barely had time to catch your breath before he bent you forward against the counter.

“You don’t listen,” he muttered, his voice hot against your ear, one hand palming your ass. “But you still expect rewards, huh?”

You gasped, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he pressed into you. The thick outline of him dragged between your cheeks through your thin shorts, slow and taunting. His other hand came down with a light smack on your ass, just enough to make you arch.

“I missed you,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as he leaned over your back and kissed along your shoulder, slow and dirty. “You just got home and I—I needed you.”

He grunted and rocked against you again. “Yeah? You needed my dick that bad?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, already breathless. “But I wanna see you.” You turned your head, looking at him over your shoulder. “Please?”

That made him pause. His grip shifted, and he pulled you up—chest to chest now—and you turned in his arms, kissing him quick and needy before whispering:

“I wanna see your face when you fuck me. You look so mean when you’re soft with me.”

That hit him somewhere deep. He exhaled hard through his nose, shaking his head like you were some kind of witch. “You’re going to kill me one day,” he muttered.

Then he grabbed your thighs, hoisted you up, and sat you right on the table next to the untouched dinner.

“Sit still,” he said low, and tugged your tank up to your chin, exposing your pierced breasts. He leaned in, kissing one nipple, then the other, slow and warm before letting his teeth graze. His tongue flicked the barbell just right—sharp enough to make you shiver.

Then came his mouth. Hot, desperate, hungry. He kissed you full and wet, tongue licking into your mouth like he was starving for it. You moaned as you sucked on his tongue, pulling him closer with your legs around his waist.

He broke the kiss just to speak against your lips, hand wrapping lightly around your throat. “Keep sucking my tongue like that, sweetie, and I’ll fuck you right here ‘til the food goes cold.”

“Good,” you whispered, breath shaking. “Let it go cold.”

He chuckled under his breath at your boldness. “You’re lucky I like you crazy, baby.”

Then he pulled your shorts off with one smooth tug, panties with them—leaving you bare under him.

The sight made him pause. He bit his bottom lip, his tattooed fingers trailing slowly over your inner thigh, dragging up to press right against your center. “So wet already,” he murmured, watching you squirm under his touch. “What happened to waiting ‘til after dinner?”

“Starving now,” you whispered, rolling your hips into his hand. “Feed me something else.”

That earned you a growl, low and rumbling from his chest. He shoved his sweats just low enough to free his cock, thick and veiny, already hard. He gripped the base and let it rest against your folds, dragging slow to tease, letting you feel the weight of him.

“You ready for it?” he asked, voice rough like gravel. “Tell me you need it.”

“I need it,” you gasped, arms hooked over his shoulders as you locked eyes. “Need you deep, baby. Please.”

He pushed in slow, the stretch almost painful, almost too much—but perfect. You moaned so loud he had to kiss you again, swallowing the sound with his tongue back in your mouth, messy and deep, kissing like he was punishing you for needing him so bad.

Your legs shook as he sank in deeper. He held your throat just firm enough to keep you focused, other hand palming your breast, thumb brushing the barbell. The pressure sent heat shooting through you.

“You always so sweet and stupid when I’m inside you,” he muttered against your lips, voice strained. “Pussy feels like heaven, honey. Like you was made for me.”

He pulled back and slammed in hard. Your breath hitched, hands flying to grip his arms. Another thrust—harder. Again. The table creaked beneath you, your moans slipping out uncontrollably with every rough push.

His hand tightened on your throat, just enough to make your vision blur around the edges, to make you dizzy with pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice low and tight. “Keep lookin’ at me.”

You did. Teary-eyed, lips parted, you watched him—the flex of his jaw, the furrow of his brows, the soft curl of affection around the edges of his stern face. Even now, he looked at you like he owned you. Like you were his favorite thing in the world.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand sliding down to your waist. “You love this dick, huh?”

“I love you,” you whispered, chest trembling. “So much. Love you so bad, baby.”

He stilled, eyes locked with yours. That softness crept in again, thick and warm and devastating. He kissed you—gentler this time, but still deep. His tongue danced with yours, slow and slick, his breath shaky.

Then he fucked you like he meant it. Long, rough strokes. Pressure building tight in your gut, heat curling low. The table rocked beneath you. Your nails clawed at his back.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“Come on me,” he grunted. “Soak this dick, ma. Let feel you lose it.”

You did. With a broken cry, your walls clenched, back arching as waves of pleasure overtook you. He didn’t slow down. He growled low, shoved in deep one last time—hips jerking as he came inside you, hot and heavy, burying his face in your neck with a deep groan.

The room went quiet but for your panting. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, holding you to him like you might float off.

“I’ll warm up your plate,” you whispered against his cheek, voice still shaky.

“Nah,” he said softly, kissing your collarbone. “Gimme a second. Then I’m feedin’ you myself.” His breath was still hot against your neck when he finally leaned back, hands slow and steady as he helped you down from the table. Your legs wobbled a little, but he caught you easily, arms strong and sure around your waist.

“Come here, baby,” he murmured, guiding you toward the couch with his sweats still low on his hips, your legs bare. “Need to check on you.”

You melted into the cushions as he knelt in front of you. His fingers were gentle now—stroking your thighs, brushing curls from your face, resting against the soft skin of your belly where your shirt had ridden up.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet, eyes scanning your face like you were the most fragile thing in the room.

You gave him a sleepy, satisfied smile. “I’m perfect. Sore, but perfect.”

He huffed a soft laugh, leaned in and kissed your knee. “Better be. You talk all that mess, then come like you ain’t got no damn sense.”

You grinned. “I wanted your attention ”

“You had it,” he said, serious now, his voice like gravel. “Always got it, honey.”

He stood and scooped you into his arms before you could even blink, carrying you to the bathroom with ease. You giggled, hands curled into the front of his shirt.

“I can walk, you know.”

“You barely stood up. Sit back and let me take care of you.”

And he did.

He ran a warm cloth between your thighs, taking his time, murmuring quiet praise with every gentle pass. He pressed kisses to your inner knee, your hip, your belly, everywhere his mouth could reach while you leaned against the counter with a little smile, love all in your eyes.

Once you were cleaned up, he helped you into his shirt—big and soft, swallowing your frame—then took your hand and walked you to the kitchen like you hadn’t just made him forget all about dinner.

“I’ll fix your plate,” you said, moving toward the stove.

“Nah, sit,” he said, tugging you back by your wrist. “You been workin’ me all evening. It’s my turn.”

He filled your plate the way he knew you liked it—meat, just enough cabbage, heavy on the yams. Sat it down in front of you with a kiss to the top of your head, then filled his own and took the seat across the table.

You both ate slow, eyes meeting every few minutes like the whole world had shrunk down to this—soft light, warm food, and the two of you still glowing from everything you shared.

Halfway through the meal, he reached across the table, traced a thumb across your cheekbone. “You got somethin’ on your face.”

You licked your lips. “Yam?”

“Love,” he said, just barely smiling. “All over you.”

You laughed, a little breathless. “Ugh, you're so corny.”

“You like when I'm corny”

Divider @cafekitsune and @anitalenia

All works © liliacwiine 2025. Do not modify, plagiarize, or repost my work. 

[lingeriae]

Heyy, Jae!! How have you been like with life and your writing and feelings about all the crazy shit happening in the world? I just wanted to check, i hope you're doing well🩷

Hi baby 💕 I’ve been decentttt, trying to adjust to all that crazy shit but im chilling for now, Thank you for checking up on me I appreciate you!!

[liliacsdelight]

SFL: You’re so Sweet

Old and revised. I wrote this excerpt last summer. It was a part of a shape shifter horror one-shot... it was insane it was the craziest thing I've ever written like the smut was devious. Anyways, I'm still working on a lot of stuff, so I hope this tides y’all over.

⬚̶ᰱ▪︎580+ words, grinding, no penetration, somno(just to be safe), hypersensitive from previous sexual activities, pet names( little thing, pretty, baby) , sloppy kissing, tears, etc▪︎⬚̶ᰱ▪︎

You wake up, the room suffocating in the heavy silence of the night. The air feels thick, almost too warm, your body still aching from earlier. You try to shift, but his arm is still wrapped around you, a constant weight at your side, pinning you down.

You glance over at the clock. 3:23 AM. The digits blink in the dark, taunting you, pulling you out of whatever fragile sleep you had managed to slip into. The room is dark—only the soft, ambient moonlight filtering in from the window—but even in the shadows, you can feel him.

You can feel him next to you.

He’s still asleep, but even that does nothing to calm you. He’s too close. Too present. And you can’t escape it.

Your body aches. The lingering memory of what he did to you, the way he took over and over— position to position. The way he made you cry and cum all over him still clings to your skin. You’re wet. And so sensitive. But still.

Your heart thuds in your chest, slow and heavy. You don’t move at first. Just watch him. Watch the rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the faint hint of a smile still curled on his lips as if he knows exactly what’s running through your mind.

Slowly, your hand slides down your body, over the curve of your waist, and between your legs. You bite your lip, but there’s no denying the heat growing between your thighs, the pulsing ache of needing him again.

Your mind is clouded. The weight of everything you’ve been through presses in on you, but you don’t care. You want more. You need more.

And as if a everything came together, clear and true...you move.

Your hands tremble as you slide your body over his, straddling him with a slow, controlled motion. His dick is still soft, but you know it won’t stay that way for long. You don’t hesitate, pushing down against him, the friction sending waves of heat through your body as you grind slowly, deliberately, letting the sensation build in you.

You lean down, your mouth brushing his neck, and begin to suck, softly at first, but then harder, more needy. Your body moves against his, each roll of your hips an invitation, a desperate plea for more.

Your breath quickens as you grind against him, feeling him begin to harden beneath you. You can’t stop. You don’t want to stop. It’s like an itch you have to scratch, something primal that takes over your mind.

His hand shoots up, gripping your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he lets out a soft groan.

“Greedy little thing,” he mutters, his voice husky with sleep—but there’s something darker behind it. Something that tells you he’s not asleep anymore.

You ignore it.

Your hips move faster, rocking against him with a rhythm that feels like it’s in your blood now. You can feel him growing, pressing against you, your body begging for more. But you keep grinding, each roll of your hips making you wetter, more desperate.

His fingers tighten on your skin, pulling you harder against him. “Do you really think I’d let you keep going?” he whispers, his voice low and warning.

But it doesn’t stop you.

You suck harder on his neck, your body jerking with need, pushing against him, not caring anymore if it’s right or wrong.

Because you don’t want to stop. You can’t stop. You're so wet, his dick is covered in your cum. You got him all sticky and messy.

And when he pulls you in, hard, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “You’re all mine,” you fall apart.

He shifts beneath you, his body fully awake now, hard and heavy under your hips. His grip on your waist doesn’t ease, but there’s something in the way he holds you now—less cruel, but firm. You’re still trembling, still grinding down on him, chasing the pressure like it’s the only thing keeping you breathing.

“You don’t sleep,” he mutters, dragging his hand up your spine, “unless you’re sore… or desperate. Which one?”

Your lips leave his neck, swollen and wet. “Maybe both,” you whisper, barely audible. He can feel it in the way you move—how raw you still are, how you don’t care. You’re not teasing. You’re needing.

He presses up into you, just enough to make you gasp. Then his hands cradle your hips, slowing your rhythm, dragging you forward and down in smooth, possessive rolls.

“You were so fucking pretty earlier,” he murmurs into your collarbone, his breath warm. “Now you’re all soft and needy." He teases. "You’re so sweet,” he says, putting his hand on the make of your head, moving to kiss you deep and sloppy

Your nails curl into his chest as your eyes flutter shut. You hate how good he is at saying things that feel like praise but sound like possession. He doesn’t worship—he claims. He touches you like you were built for him, and he talks to you like you know it.

But this time… it’s gentler.

His mouth brushes your shoulder. A kiss—not quite soft, but intentional. Focused. Like he’s keeping you here, not because he wants to break you again, but because you’re his, and you came to him on your own this time.

“You should’ve just asked,” he says, voice lower now, threading his fingers through your hair. “Could’ve given you everything you wanted. Just like this.”

Your breath hitches. His dick slides between your folds as you grind, slick and hot, not quite inside—but your body pulses like it is.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper.

“I won’t.”

He lets you move again—lets you take your pleasure on him, slow and messy, grinding until your thighs ache and your eyes water. You feel you clit getting hypersensitive. Your close already. He tilts his head back and watches you, hands on your waist, steadying you, guiding you.

You lean in again, brushing your nose against his jaw, lips parting like you want to say something, but you don’t. You just breathe him in. Let him feel it.

And when your body finally starts to unravel, when you’re whimpering against his skin, he holds you tighter and mutters into your ear:

“There you go, baby. That’s it. Just like that.”

You cum all over him, hips stuttering, breath caught in your throat, tears streaking your cheeks—not because he hurt you, not this time—but because you’ve never felt so overwhelmed, so full from something so simple.

He doesn’t push it further.

Just lets you collapse onto his chest, tired and dazed, your breath hitching as he wraps his arms around you again. Tighter than before. One hand stroking your spine—slow, slow, like he’s not even thinking about it.

“Sleep now,” he says, voice quieter.

And you do.

Dividers by @uzmacchiato and @anitalenia

All works © liliacwiine 2025. Do not modify, plagiarize, or repost my work. 

[shawtuzi]

here’s a little draft i made a while back <3

cw include: throat training, throat fucking, suguru has a big dick, lots of praise, spit, cum eating, not proofread///wc: 2.6k

day one of throat training . . .

“go slow now, baby. there’s no rush,” suguru cooed down at you, a groan bubbling in his throat when you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick. he was big—intimidatingly big, but then again everything about suguru was intimidating.

right now though, his energy was very comforting. his tone was low and sweet as he spoke to you, his eyes filled with so much love and adoration that it made your heart swell.

your eyes slowly drifted from his to the angry red tip right in front of your lips, a dribble of pre trailing slowly down the side. before you could even lick at it, suguru was gripping your jaw with a tatted hand. “i mean it. don’t go pushing yourself to the point you get sick, i don’t mind the mess, but i know you’ll never be able to look me in the eyes again because you’ll be embarrassed.”

he was right and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at the statement.

“i promise i won’t go overboard, now lemme taste? please?” suguru’s thumb rubbed over your glossed up lip gently, his head lowering in a small nod. you leant forward, giving the tip an experimental lick. you noticed his pierced eyebrow twitch, and licked again, and again until your lips were wrapped completely around the throbbing muscle.

your tongue rubbed slowly against the underside, this had suguru groaning quietly, his head tipping back slightly. much to your dismay your eyes had already begun to water, but you charged forward regardless.

“spit on it, get it wet,” suguru grunted, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. with a hum you pulled off his cock, you gathered up all the spit in your mouth and puckered your lips, letting it dribble over his slit. “mm, fuck. good girl, now use your hands like i’ve showed you.”

geto was never the type to be silent about his likes and dislikes in the bedroom, so the first time you gave him head he made sure to show the ropes of how he liked it. he didn’t mind that you couldn’t take much of his cock down your throat—it was the fact that you were so determined to make him cum as hard as possible that it made him fall in love with the way you gave head.

you took his cock back into your mouth again, your tongue lolling over his slit as your hands wrapped around the base. with a deep groan suguru’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, his adams apple bobbing.

the first time he heard you gag he ignored it. he knew you could do better, so he let you continue. you gulped another inch down and gagged harder than the last time, a fresh batch of hot tears brimming your lash line. “heh, you’re halfway there, baby. this is the m-most you’ve ever taken,” suguru panted out, teeth catching onto his bottom lip.

you hummed around his cock, lashes fluttering to rid the tears in your eyes. suguru couldn’t fight the twitch in his dick when your hot tears landed on his thighs—he always had a thing for seeing you cry during times like this.

a particularly loud gag caught his attention, and that’s what had him pulling you back by your hair, a web of spit connecting to your lips and his cock. “why—why’d you make me stop?” suguru couldn’t help by chuckle at how raspy your voice had gotten, you were too cute. he maneuvered you into his lap, shushing your whines and protests with a sloppy kiss the second you were close enough.

“i was in the middle of somethin’,” you mumbled against his soft lips. suguru lifted up your tank top revealing your breasts. his teeth tugged gently on his lip ring as he ogled your naked chest, and after what felt like an eternity his eyes finally met yours. “sounded like you needed a break, besides i was gettin’ impatient. i need to be in her.” a squeak slipped past your lips when his hand cupped your pussy over your pajama shorts, his fingers dancing over the small wet patch in the center.

“seems like you were getting worked up too. you’re shorts are soaked, baby,” he chuckled, now using three fingers to rub at your cunt. your brows furrowed, kiss swollen lips parting the tiniest bit. suguru took that as an opportunity to pull you in for another bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

suguru eventually got his way and had you bent over the armrest of the couch with three of his fingers shoved down down your throat while he fucked you from behind. when he was peak pussydrunk he slurred promises into your ear of how he would help you deepthroat his cock even if it took weeks.

day two of throat training . . .

“s-sugu i need a—hah! b-breakkkk!” suguru moaned against your pussy, your cries and pleas falling on deaf ears. you attempted to shut your thighs, but he just forced them right back open. as punishment he purposely ran the ball of his tongue piercing over your swollen clit earning a pitiful sob from you.

a hard smack on the back of the head finally had him pulling away, his thick brows pulled together in annoyance. “i know, i know i’m sorry, but in my defense i did say i needed a break,” you panted out, your hand coming down to brush his jet black hair out of his face. he mumbled out a thank you and kissed you clit one last time before finding his place next to you.

you were quick to cuddle into his side, and the hard on in his briefs was definitely making itself known with the way it poked at your lower tummy.

“sugu?”

“hm?”

“lemme suck you off again.”

suguru ran a hand through his hair before looking down at you, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. he gave you a small nod and made quick work to push his briefs down his thighs. while you found a position to get comfortable in, geto spat in his hand and slowly worked that same hand up and down the length of his dick.

“gimme s’more spit, i wanna make it wet for you,” he grunted, holding his hand out for you. you ignored the burning feeling in your cheeks and obeyed his command, letting a glob of spit drip from your lips and onto his hand. he stroked himself for another minute before speaking, “open your mouth.”

your lips parted, greedily wrapping themselves around his leaking tip. suguru’s hand found purchase on the back of your neck, meanwhile the other hand cupped his balls, his fingers squeezing them ever so gently.

he was almost halfway in your mouth, and so far no tears! but that was very short lasting because a second later suguru thrusted his hips up, shoving his cock further down your throat. “ah, shit. your throat got so fuckin’ tight for a second,” he breathlessly chuckled, beads of sweat now starting to dot at his hairline.

“why don’t i help you out a lil.” suguru’s fingers wove themselves through your hair, securing a tight grip before planting his feet into the bed. you expected him to be a little rough, but not this rough. his bulbous tip was smacking the back of your throat so hard it was becoming difficult to breathe. “relax your jaw, don’t think t-too hard about it, baby,” he grunted, forcing your head down another inch, and then another. his cock was now more than halfway in your mouth.

“c‘mon just a little bit more—fuckkk, yeah there you go, pretty baby.” suguru’s tongue toyed with his lip piercing, tugging on it with his teeth ever so softly to add a little pain into the mix.

suddenly he felt a hand tap at his thigh rapidly, and that was his cue to lift your head, wet gasps and pants leaving your swollen lips. his chest was heaving, a thin sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abdomen.

“you good?”

your head was so cloudy it felt as though you were floating, all of your senses consumed by suguru. with a gulp you nodded, your hand wrapping around his dick to bring it to your lips once more. “i wanna—i wanna take more, wanna take all of it sugu.”

suguru’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, “oh, i’m gonna help you take all of it, just not today, baby. let’s get you comfortable with where you’re at now.” and with that he was pushing his cock between your lips, his eyes fluttering when your tongue caressed the thick veins on the underside. “y-you’re fuckin’ heaven sent,” he moaned lowly, giving his balls a tender squeeze.

you moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly to get a reaction out of him. this had suguru moaning louder than before, his thighs tensing when he felt the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter.

you were being so perfect for him, and that only made him want to ruin you even more. he wanted to see tears pour from your eyes and snot dribble from your nose, all while you moaned around his cock like a bitch in heat. he was almost there, he just had to push you a bit further, but that could wait for next time.

“y-you’re about to make me cum, baby. you gonna let me paint that tight throat white? hm?” with no warning he pushed your head as far as you would allow him, the sound of your choking causing the knot in his stomach to snap. seconds later you felt something hot coat your tongue and throat, and with all the strength you had, you swallowed around his cock, earning a deep groan from your boyfriend.

you pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, your chest heaving rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. suguru’s head tilted all the way back, body completely numb from one of the best orgasms you’ve ever given him. he could hear you quietly laughing at him, and then he felt you slither into his lap, his limp cock now pressing snuggly against your puffy pussy.

“you okay, honey?” you cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. it took a minute, but eventually suguru’s eyes were fluttering open, and when he saw his lips curled into a lazy smile. “yeah m’good, baby. just needed a minute to recover, ya almost sucked my soul out,” he chuckled, tatted hand grabbing a handful of your ass. butterflies erupted in your tummy at his words, oh how you wanted to do it all over again and again and again until your jaw fell off.

but for now you settled on sucking on suguru’s pierced tongue while he ground your pussy against his already half hard dick <3

day three of throat training . . .

suguru wasn’t the jealous type. he was a secure man who believed that he was a good person, and an even better partner. it was rare that your sugu ever got jealous of you and another guy, but when he does . . . .

“sugu i—”

“aht, aht. zip it, i don’t wanna hear anything from you,” he grumbled, locking the door behind him once you both were inside your apartment. your lips were turned into a frown, heart tightening when he brushed past you and walked into your shared bedroom. you trailed behind him like a kicked puppy, your head hung low, and your lips pushed into a pout.

you hadn’t meant to entertain the very flirtatious waiter who was serving you two dinner, you were just making conversation! suguru didn’t see it that way unfortunately, hence why he was giving you so much attitude. you hated when suguru was upset with you, it made your stomach twist into knots do tight it almost made you sick.

while he slipped off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket you just stood to the side and watched, twiddling your fingers together until he said your name. your head lifted, eyes locking with his. he used two fingers to beckon you over, “c’mere, lemme unzip you.”

his annoyed facade slowly broke more and more as you stepped closer to him, he almost broke completely when he saw how glassy your eyes were. his touch was gentle as ever as he turned your back to him, nimble fingers slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down. you let it slip past your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but your lavender bra and panties.

you turned towards him, taking another step closer until your bodies were touching. you looked up at him with those doe eyes he could never resist, your chin resting on his chest. “please don’t be mad at me, sugu. i wasn’t trying to flirt back with him, honest!”

suguru sighed, his hands finding purchase on your hips. “i know you weren’t, baby. i just—i just got a little jealous is all, but i should’ve known better than to think such a thing. m’sorry i made you upset, i hate seeing you upset, especially if it’s my fault.” his thumb traced over your jaw gently as he spoke, and by the time he was finished talking your noses were practically touching.

“you’re gonna hurt your back if you stay like this,” you giggled, referring to the way he leaning over you. suguru chuckled, his tongue poking out to toy with his lip ring. “the back pain is worth it for you.”

ugh, he was just so perfect.

“you’re so sweet, sugu. i could just—”

“just what?”

your eyes flicked to his lower half and then back up, a small smirk curling at your lips. “so sweet to me i could just suck your soul out.”

he groaned at your words, his lower half pushing against yours out of instinct. you cupped him over his jeans, your teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. “i think tonight will be the night, m’gonna take it all sugu.” suguru’s dick twitched at your words, already hardening up underneath his briefs.

“yeah baby? think you can handle it all?” he questioned lowly, his hands cupping your chubby cheeks. you nodded, hearts practically forming in your eyes. your lips puckered slightly, and geto wasted no time pressing his lips against yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. your lips parted, allowing his to duck your tongue into his mouth.

suguru grabbed a handful of your ass, his mouth opening wider to swallow up every moan and whimper you let slip out. “get on your knees, i’ma fuck your throat.”

before you knelt down suguru halted you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to bring you closer to the bed. he quickly tossed a throw pillow on the ground in front of you. “don’t want you to get carpet burn, or anything,” he grinned, undoing his belt and zipper. when he sat on the bed you made quick work to kneel in front of him, your knees digging into the plushness of the pillow.

his cock was rock hard by now, pre drooling from the tip and down the base. “remember, baby, relax your jaw and swallow around it. don’t think too hard about it either, just lemme ease it all the way in, yeah?” his words sounded muffled in your head, your attention solely focused on his twitching dick. your head bobbed in a mindless nod, your hand reaching up to wrap around the base.

it took a little time, but you managed to get more than half of his dick into your mouth without gagging too harshly. he let you take it at your own pace at first, but eventually he got too impatient.

your eyes widened when he forced your head down, leaving a little over an inch left. “hah, shit. so fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, cupping the bulge in your throat. he pushed down gently on it, and that’s what had you choking around his cock, a mix of drool and pre dribbling from the corners of your lips.

you remembered his previous statement and relaxed your jaw, taking the last few inches of him into your mouth. suguru was always vocal, but the sound the came out of his mouth just now was very new. you’d never heard him moan so loud and whiny before, it made a gush of wetness drip from your pussy and seep into the soft material of your panties.

“h-holy shit, okay, okay m’gonna fuck your throat now. just—just tap me really hard if you need a break.” and with that suguru began to thrust wildly into your mouth, you chokes and gags sounding like music to his ears. your throat was burning, and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you pushed through the pain to hear those lovely sounds suguru was making.

he pulled you completely off his cock, allowing you to get exactly seven seconds of air before pushing his cock back into your mouth. he had an iron grip on your hair, holding you in place as he bucked his hips up.

when his eyes flicked down he nearly busted at the way you looked. your eye makeup was completely smudged due to your free falling tears, and so was your lip combo that you had worked so hard on. you were in such a messy state, but to him you had never looked prettier.

“s-shit, i’m gonna cum. take that shit all down your throat, baby. take it, take it, take ittttt,” suguru’s thighs tensed and his head tilting back, a pornographic moan slipping past his lips. he pushed your head as low as it would go, your violent gags and spluttering falling on deaf ears. you whimpered around his cock as he painted your throat white, your nails digging red crescents into his thighs.

when his grip on your hair loosened you quickly lifted your head up, your lips parting desperately for air. “you’re shaking,” you mumbled, poking at suguru’s trembling thigh.

“yeah, i know i am. i jus’ need a minute . . . to . . . *sigh* recover.” as suguru spoke you took it upon yourself to leave little kisses all over the base of his cock, your tongue poking out to lick up any excess cum you missed. he wanted to tell you to stop, he really did, but suguru was just too weak for his baby.

that’s how he ended up cumming down your throat three more times before nearly passing out from exhaustion. you took charge of the aftercare that night, cuddling him and kissing all over his face while you whispered about how hot he sounded while you were giving him head.

and then the next morning when he woke up he wasn’t all too surprised when the first thing you did was paw at his cock over the blanket, your eyes fluttering oh so innocently as you asked him if you could suck him off again <333

[lingeriae]

CLOSE ft onyankopon

synopsis - you and your best 'friend' stop speaking due to issues in your relationship...but you're single now, so? or you and ony reminisce about what could've been. warnings - nsfw mdni!! modern au, slightly toxic relationships, reiner hurts reader, reference to reiners mental issues, reiner is queer and had a boyfriend, nicknames,use of aave, use of marijuan + alcohol, hurt +comfort, reference to slight cheating, mention of physical altercations, dirty talk, fingering, slight degradation, praise, spanking, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), dom! ony, sub!reader, reader is black and a female! parings - onyankopon x black! fem reader A/N - This fic is slightly inspired by the song sneaky link by stalk ashley. Hope you enjoy 😊

one shot, two shot, four! the liquor in your cup spills on the white sand as you sway from side to side with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being drunk. being gone. it's been so long since you allowed yourself to let go, and from the events that took place in the past three months it was much needed. your toes curl into the sand below your barefoot, loose curls fluttering around your head as you tilt it to the side. you felt so euphoric, but it was most likely the alcohol and weed kicking in. a small smile spread across your face as you drag your free hand up your thighs, back arching to give a slow whine to the rhythm of the song that played.

"head just a spin, liquor spill to the floor!" it was sudden when a warm presence suddenly found it's way to your rear end, crotch meeting your ass. a gasp falls from your lips before you quickly spin around to confront the person who decided to invade your personal space. all the breath inside of you is stolen as you make eye contact with the dark skinned man, his eyes searing into your skin and making your body suddenly grow warm. What nelly said? it's gettin hot in here. standing over you in his whole 6'4 glory, onyankopon jackson glares down at you with furrowed brows and an amused smile. your eyes drop to his bare chest gently tracing over the tattoo that rests above his collar bone that reads 'faith' paired with a gold ankh chain. your body's reaction to his presence is astonishing, thick thighs clenching under the material of your shorts, your skin suddenly tingling under the heavy assessment of his eyes and the hairs on your body standing at attention. it's as if your body recognizes his presence—which it does, even when you first met, you were immediately drawn to him. weird. eye contact has always been something you valued, something that ony knows as he continues to peer down at you with his deep bourbon colored eyes. was it possible to get drunk off of eye-contact? as if he knows what he's doing the god-sent man quirks a thick eyebrow at you, flashing you a small smile and allowing you to glimpse at his pearly white teeth, sharp canines slightly teasing you. begging you to run your finger along it's sharp edges. why did everything about him have to be so perfect? "whatchu doing bending all a that ass over in front of these people?" he finally graces you with the deep timbre of his voice, words falling off of his lips like sweet nectar. your eyes immediately drift to his plump lips, handing on to each syllable that leaves his lips as if they could somehow sate your deep desire. suddenly he leans down so his lips are beside your ear, big greedy palms latching unto the naked skin of your waist. "you showin out?" it takes everything in you not to moan at his sultry tone, a shiver racing down your spine and a new wetness pooling in the seat of your bathing suit. ony draws back, smirking at the way your lashes flutter from the effect he has on you. sucking your teeth you fold your arms over your chest, a way to somewhat gain your composure before looking up at the man from beneath your lashes. eyelids dragged down from the effects of mary-jane and brown irises swimming in pink. you're cute trying to act intimidating in this state. "bending what ass—boy please i'm not even doing too much." he hums, amused by your sassy mouth. a hand comes up to toy with the strings of your bikini top that rests between you breast, slightly tugging on them. "mmm, where that demented ass white boy you got?" he means reiner. it's hard not to give a reaction to the nickname that he conjured up from him, but at the same time you don't blame him. reiner is part of the reason why you two stopped speaking, after one too many arguments that revolved around you and ony's closeness. you remembered the day, reiner gripping you too hard and ony seeing the bruise which ended up in a bloody fist fight. after that you had to sit the dark-skinned man down and explain why the friendship wouldn't work out due to the respect you had for your relationship. granted the blond had an abundance of issues but he had every right to feel paranoid about the ‘friendship’ you and ony had. the multiple stolen glances and subtle touches that you two shared when you thought no one was looking, it was enough to drive the man up a wall.

that’s in the past though. you’re broken up now and the man is in therapy—he also has a sweet caring boyfriend.

you hit ony’s in his chest, not moving your hand from the firm muscle after. “that’s ignorant. he has dissociative identity disorder and he’s bipolar, he is not demented.” ony smacks his lips together while rolling his eyes with a nod of his head, not at all interested in a thing that you’re saying.

“mhm, yeah. crazy-ass. where he at?” the look he gives you after he asks that question makes you know that he knows. he knows that you and reiner broke up—but he's trying to be slick. twisting your lips, you give him a look. sleek eyebrows raised and almond eyes narrowing a bit. the smile that he flashes you, all teeth real pretty, only confirms your assumption. he knows. "don't play onyankopon, you want something ask for it." that's one trait he loves about you, you're bluntness. though it makes you have a bit of a smart mouth, he doesn't love you any less. the grip he has on your hips tighten and he begins to sway you to the music, spinning you around so that your back is to his chest. his crotch in line with your ass. your bodies move in sync, a slow whine slowly turning into desperate grinding. he brings his lips to connect to the side of your neck, trailing kisses up until he reaches the skin just below your ear and sucking. you feel yours knees buckle immediately, acrylic nails pressing into the muscular arm that wrapped itself around your middle, trying your best to stifle the moan that threatens to be released. "tryna love on you tonight, you got let me?" your hips don't stop moving. you can feel how hard he is, how his cock strains against the material of his swimwear, begging to be let free. you push your ass against it deliberately, smiling cutely when you hear his retaliating groan. his hands tightens against your hip. "cut that shit out before I bend you over right here. m' not playing with you." it's a threat but you're pussy gushes at the thought, ony knows as much when you look at him over your shoulder. eyes all bright and shiny, and your plump glossed lips parted like the idea of that wouldn't bother you. 'shit she tryna kill me.' he shakes his head with a scoff, grabbing unto your arm. before you know it you're collecting your things from your friends and waving them a shy goodbye as ony drags you to his car. they give you knowing looks with a cheeky grin, knowing that you have been waiting for this for a long time. you can feel the adrenaline and arousal rush into your veins with each step you take. it makes you feel a bit shy. you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as much as you want ony. when you both reach ony's black mercedes, you're hesitant to go inside. suddenly becoming aware about the things you're about to do after yearning for him for so long. you shift on your feet as ony opens the back door, quickly scrambling to get inside so you don't seem weird. you're suddenly sobering up when he enters the backseat, sliding in beside you and closing the door before looking at you with half lidded eyes that roam your figure. "you good?" "mmm, nervous." if ony wasn't so close to you he would have missed the words that fell from your lips. he's quick to grab your hips and plop you in his lap, squeezing your sides reassuringly. "don't gotta be nervous, mama. we don't have to do anything." you're immediately shaking your head, grabbing onto his shoulders with a pout. you need this. "I want to on'. you're just a lil intimidating." the dark-skinned man sighs as you rub the nape of his neck. your body grows warm as he uses his thumbs to rub circles into your hip, both your nose rubbing as you lean closer. he doesn't make the first move, waiting for you to take the initiative in case you change your mind. it takes you a second before you lean in, connecting your plump lips to his plush brown ones. the high that you felt before doesn't compare to this. you push all your love and devotion into his mouth, opening up so that his wet muscle can explore. sighing when he sucks on your tongue and tilts your head so he can kiss you deeper. so that he can make you feel his passion. you kiss until you're out of breath, moving away from each other with labored breaths, forehead connecting as one. you shift on his lap so you can get comfortable unconsciously rubbing your pussy against his cock, which grows harder by the minute.

the groan he lets out gets you wetter and wetter, it makes you feel a little concerned. ony swears you want to kill him when you bite your lips and grind against him, your pretty breast jiggling slightly as you continue to move against him making his mouth water. "yeahhh. hump that shit, baby." he guides your hips, lifting up to meet you halfway sending a pleasurable shock throughout your body. as you continue to rock ony kisses you. they trail from the corner of your lips, to the plump of your cheeks, your forehead and finally to your lips. you grip his shoulder tightly as his cock bumps into your clit, letting out a broken cry. "on, want you." he chuckles gruffly. weren't you the one who was nervous a minute a go? "m'right here mama." you shake your head, curls bouncing as you continue to move in his lap, connecting your lips to his. "n-no, ony. I want you, inside." ony sucks in a breath suddenly becoming weak to you. he's quick to set you beside him, kissing your sweet mouth when you cry out a protest. his fingers find the band of your shorts, sliding them down your legs with a heavy breath. he can only describe what greets him as heavenly. your thighs spread, and in between them lays your sweet fat pussy puckered up in the material of your bikini bottom. with his bottom lip tucked into the top row of his teeth he slides the material to the side, licking his lips when he finally sees your pussy. it winks at him invitingly, sticky residue pushing out of it slowly as he runs a finger through it, his eyes meeting yours when you let out a pretty gasp. toes curling from the simple touch. "this what you been keeping from me?" he whispers, fingers moving up and down along your slit. hypnotizing him. "fuck, you this wet for me?" you let out a little 'mhm' unable to conjure up any sentence. with a quick move ony has your bottoms off, moving in between your legs so he can have more access in the cramped space. he presses a finger into you and you sigh, body slumping against the seat of his car. your hands move to your breast, removing them from the material of your top to toy with your nipples. "put it inside, ony. please I need it." he's quick to comply, sleeping his finger in with ease and moaning at the warm spongy feeling that greets him. your pussy gushes around his finger as he plunges it in and out, another one moving to rub at your little nub. "you so fucking pretty, shitt look at that." he speeds up all while rubbing your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. the sound causes him to rub at the hard-on that strained against his pants, a raspy groan leaving his lips from how pretty you sound. breaking apart from some simple finger fucking. "you get this wet for that crazy-ass white boy?" he mutters, looking up at you as your face twist in pleasure. if you didn't feel so good you would have smacked him for that comment. a hot mouth find its way to your jaw, nipping at it meanly. "hmm? asked you a question baby." you're shaking your head with a gasp, turning your head so you can kiss him while your fingers twirl your now erected nipples. "mm-mm, only for you on'. p-promise-oh!" you choke on your words, trembling slightly as the brown-eyed man adds another finger to your wet cavern. repeatedly plunging in and out, while his thumb rubs against your clit. instantly your back arches off of the seat. ony feels as if he can cum from this alone. watching you break apart on his fingers, grinding desperately as you chase a relief. his brown eyes darken as he watches the way you squirm, your nipples pulsing under the abuse of your fingers. it makes him smile "mhm. shoulda had you like this when you said that dumb shit about distance. hurt my feelings baby. tell me you sorry?" his name falls from your lips in a whine and gasp, trying to make sense of what he was saying as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. it doesn't help when he manages to speed up his motions again, your hands one preoccupied with your breast now latching onto his arm. "s-shit. ony, please!" a squeak leaves your lips as he br

brings a hand down to swat at your sloppy cunt harshly. teary brown eyes meeting his deep brown bourbon coloured ones as you repeatedly nod your head. “what I say?”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry, baby please!”

you’re body is restless beneath his as you hiccup on moans and grind on his hand. knees knocking against his head as you arch your back the deeper he reaches in your safe heaven, pretty plump lips molding into an ‘o’. it’s beautiful—your beautiful. ony thinks this moment will be stuck in his head forever, how could it not?

a strained breath leaves his lips as he tilts his head down to look at where your leaking all over his fingers. you begin to clench down on them, letting ony know that you’re close. “you there mama, hmm? you so fucking pretty.” his eyes have hearts in them, and his hips twitch against the seat of the car. he needs to be inside you.

“cmon beautiful, know you’re them. lemme see you gush around my fingers.” the heat from his touch burns into you’re skin, almost marking you. you’re desperate to feel it, desperate for him to sink into you and take you.

“I am onya, p-promise you am.” he smiles at that. his beautiful fucked out girl.

it takes one final thrust of his fingers for you to come undone, an addictive moan flying from your lips. broken, beautiful.

you feel as if you could melt into the seat of onyankopon’s car, as if you’re floating away on a cloud of pleasure. your hips lift up into his hand and your nails leave indents in his arm, it’s a wonder they haven’t broken off.

ony moves the curls from your face and leans down to capture your lips in his, breathing you in as he continues to pump his fingers into you. allowing you to ride out your high.

it takes a second for you to recollect yourself, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. you’re suddenly startled when you feel a small tap on your ass, slowly opening your dreary eyes to see ony looming over you.

he’s so beautiful. his forehead shines with sweat as his chocolate eyes meet yours, having you in trance. his gold chain moves with his chest as it heaves and his abs contract with each breath that he takes. “you okay?” your head feels heavy but you nod anyway.

“mhm,” you reach out from him, twisting your fingers into his chain to pull his lips against yours, tapping the back of your foot against his back. “want you to fuck me.” he shivers at that and you smile coyly. blinking up at him through your lashes as he clenches his jaw and exhales through his nose.

with a scoff that sounds dangerously close to a laugh he swats your ass two times which causes you to gasp and giggle. “slow your ass down. this dick ain’t going nowhere but inside you.”

you bite your lip, reaching out your hand to slip it under his swim-shorts until you feel his cock jump against your hands. he says nothing, only watches you through lidded eyes, bucking his hip into your hands.

“you’re so thick, on.”

and he is, you can barely wrap your hands around it. from what you can feel too he’s long, you have to wonder if it doesn’t hurt. will it fit inside you?

your both moving, adjusting your position so it doesn’t feel cramped. ony pulls down his shorts and his dick springs free, slightly twitching when he gives it a pump. you admire it for a second, you're assumptions were right. it is long--but it's pretty. the tip is pink, with angry veins trailing down the pretty brown skin and into a neatly trimmed bush of hair. your mouth salivates at the sight, immediately imagining what he would taste like. before he can catch you quickly avert your eyes, trying your best to hide a smile. he tilts his head against the seat and looks at you. “i don’t have a condom.” suddenly shy from the attention he gives you, look down at your hands in your lap and rub your lips together. “can’t you pull out? i’m clean.”

the man huffs a breath, laughing lowly.he swears that he must be dreaming, there’s no possible way that this could be real. he takes a moment to look at you through narrowed eyes, watching the way your hands twitch as if to reach for him.

“shit…come here.” he reaches for you, smiling prettily at the way your hands eager climb his lap. “ready?” his hands rub your ass comfortingly, deep brown eyes softening as they take you in. you nod reaching for his hand that holds youur waist before you begin to sink down, down. hissing slightly at the stretch.

“fuuuckk.”

pulse racing you look down at the dark-skinned man, his beauty is blinding as his face twitch from the pleasure. your hands latch unto his shoulder to seek some form of solidity before you begin to move, only to be stopped by the firm hand planted on your hip. “gimme a second mama, feel like im bout to nut.” he grumbles, tilting his head back and letting out a deep breath. you giggle at his reaction, watching him smile with his eyes closed and giving you a quick swat to your ass.

“mm, you ain’t gon be laughing when you pop out a baby in nine months.” your giggles cease immediately, and ony lets out a hiss when he feels your cunt clench around him. he opens an eye to look down at you in disbelief. “shit, fucking freak. you like that?” he smirks when you nod your head, leaning down to kiss you at the corner of your lips.

grinding his teeth, ony takes on more deep breath before he shifts his hips, bucking up into you. you’re not given a moment to recover as he holds your hips down and begin fucking up into you. “don’t worry, mama. In due time.” it’s a promise, he’s serious as he seals the deal with a kiss and another thrust of his hips.

your head drops into the junction of his shoulder between his head and neck as you let out siren-like moans and whimpers. you let him know how good your feeling, and claw at his back when he hits a specific spot. “r-right there baby, you feel sooo good.”

his pulse speeds up when you lick his neck, groaning when he feels you beginning to fuck him back, bouncing your body against him. “yeah, making you feel good?”

your tummy clenches with each sharp thrust he delivers, moans never ceasing as he gives you pleasure again and again and again.

“mhm! thank you ony..” you’re babbling now, jerking against him harshly as if you were malfunctioning from all the pleasure you’re receiving. he can’t complain, he isn’t any better with your snug pussy hugging him so tightly.

it was if you were made for him with the way you clamped down on him, allowing him to ravish you the way he pleases. your body is lax in his grip, relaxing under his touch.

he would even go as far as to say it recognizes him.

“fuck, why we wait so long to do this baby? pussy’s immaculate, like you were fucking made for me.” you release a drawn out whine at his words, sucking on his neck while bobbing you head. "mm, just for you o-on. swear-haah." your pussy is getting tighter by the minute and ony can't hold out anymore. your quick to take the initiative, pushing up on your heel and bouncing with all your might. ony looks down at you with a sort of amazement, his jaw slacking as he watches you work for his nut. you're almost like a bunny, never stopping to take a breath, just bouncing. he sucks air through his teeth, trying his best to recollect himself before helping you. "kiss me." you demand it as if it's your right, and like the fool ony is he complies. meshing his lips together with yours desperately as he feels his bawl tighten with the urge to cum, groaning in your mouth when you suck on his tongue. he pulls away and tries to catch his breath, but you keep on bouncing. "s-shit, baby you gotta easy. boutta cum." you don't slow your pace, in fact you hold eye contact with the man and begin to move faster. "m'kay, want it inside." all the twenty three years ony has lived, he has never allowed himself to lose his composure, his logic. except now. his brown eyes screw tight as he lets out a raspy grunt, his hands drawing down to your ass to give it a delightful squeeze. he thrusts up into you wildly, getting off on the sounds of your hiccupy moans and sweet kisses that you reward to his cheeks. the plap plap sounds of your hips meeting each other as well as your heavy breathings fill the air as you both chase the high that you need. ony pants harshly, hugging your body into his. kissing any and every piece of skin he can get his lips on. "I-ima cum, mama. do it with me." you babble out a response that ony doesn't register, his hips twitching as he gives one finally stab before exploding into you. groaning at the way you clench and twitch around him before letting out a small shudder. your legs tightening around one's hips and your breath hitching in his neck. his chest rises and falls against yours as he tries to catch his breath, running a hand down your back and placing a kiss on your cheek. "you good?" you can only give a hum in response, hugging him tighter and sighing happily. his chest rumbles with a laugh before he attempts to move you, pausing when you tighten the hold you have around his neck. "don't go." a warmth spreads throughout him at your quiet plea. voice hoarse with all the moaning you were doing. reassuring he rubs your back again, coaxing you to lift your head off of his shoulder so he can kiss you properly. from the way you sigh into his mouth and rub his cheeks with your thumbs, ony knows you're his. and he doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon.

[nanaslutt]

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[lingeriae]

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[lingeriae]

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silk dreams, satin fantasies • e. jaeger

it’s your roommate’s special day and he’s requested only one gift: to unwrap his favorite ‘present’ as many times as he desires and you look forward to granting every last one of his wishes

📝: black fem!reader, roommate!eren, more free use + pure, utter filth (PWOP bc I don’t have the time tbh), breeding, lots of dirty talk, face fucking, squirting, bondage, pet play themes, collar + leash, heavy sub/dom, rough sex, spit play, so many themes, I’d be here all day

wc: 2.2K

🎙️: idk when (or if) y’all will see this but happiest of birthdays to my fav crash out and the only aries man I’ll ever love. my (second BD) eren! I miss writing regularly, specifically for him and feel like I’m losing my touch (school has truly defeated me) but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless.

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March 30th. A date that seemed synonymous with being a holiday…it was certainly a joyous occasion for one man. Who’d not only get to celebrate another orbit around the sun and the privilege of getting to see another year, but who would do so alongside someone he cherished dearly. 24 full hours filled with nothing but things that would bring him immense happiness and nothing would elicit that quite like having you around to help him enjoy his birthday..in more ways than one!..

“Mmmmph!—oh fuck…’m so deep in your fucking throat, baby and you’re not even gagging. What the hell..

a deep, groggy tone and nasally whimpers filled the desolate bedroom. An area that once was only utilized for sleeping because the right girl hadn’t come along in some time was now the platform for all of Eren’s filthy, depraved inner thoughts. All of which he planned to enact with (y/n), his pretty little roommate throughout the course and duration of the day. You were the most ideal gift a man could ask for..that cunt twitching at the sound of his praise and that puckering asshole suctioned around the metal plug stuffed inside of it. Courtesy of him coming into your room earlier this morning and shoving it in. Along with the first of many loads of warm seed he had poured inside of you today. It was something he did very often..sneaking into your bed to have his way with you as you remained in blissfully unaware slumber. There were times that you’d wake up to the sensation of his cum spilling out of you or wetness splattering your thighs because he’d fingered you in your sleep and those juices subconsciously spilled out. It seemed rather creepy and odd to do such a thing but you absolutely loved it! That much apparent by all of the salacious posts on your accounts all but begging him to.

hence why you were seated on your knees, thighs clenched together to avoid pathetically rutting yourself against his shoe and those big brown doe eyes fixated up at him. (Y/N) had been sporting a pink silk apron with not a single article of clothing underneath with the exception of thigh high socks; the color meshing beautifully with that decadent brown skin..luscious as ever. Long black hair flowing across your shoulders with a bang cascading over your forehead. Around your throat was a pink collar with a thin iridescent chain that was currently clenched around his tattooed knuckles to maneuver you as he saw fit. Satin lined ties binding your wrists in front of you so that he maintained full control. Looking so innocuous yet your head was filled with tons of equally disgusting thoughts. It was a fantasy he’d often dreamt about; watching a beautiful girl be domesticated just for him. Willing to cater to his every whim while looking absolutely stunning doing so. It was his birthday after all and you wanted to make it as special as possible. He did for you on the regular so it was only natural you return the favor. Even if it meant being fucked senseless on any surface at any given time, regardless of how exhausted you were! You’d been in the kitchen attempting to bake him a cake when he all but whisked you away and decided to take his treat early. Holding the end of that chain and making you crawl to him with that ass poking up in the air. He’d never seen something so sexy before in his entire life. If it wouldn’t have been such a damn shame, he would’ve combusted on the spot.

“Fuuuck..you’re doing so good, princess. Just like that..eat that fucking dick up f’r me. Oh my gosh..yes. You must want all of this cum, huh?”

seated on the bed before you, sporting nothing but black sweats that had been shuffled to his thighs with his legs spread far apart, Eren would gently tug that chain and buck his hips upward. Holding your head in place whilst meeting it with rough thrusts.

“Mmmph..fuck, of course you do. I’m just gonna keep fucking this pretty throat until I nut in it. You can take it..”

Peering over the rim of his glasses, Eren gazed down at you with full adoration..in complete awe of how you abandoned every ounce of your morals to please him. Needless to say, he was madly in love with you! He’d make good on his word when you’d feel that pulsating twitch and that same warm sensation gliding down from your jaws. Holding your head down and forcing you to swallow every drip of his seed. He’d begin to convulse and whimper, bucking his hips with a rough pace..spurting out strings of semen; even holding you in place to empty the remnants of his swollen balls into your mouth. He’d cry out, whimpering and moaning until his head would roll back onto his shoulders. For the moment, all he could do was laugh and be in awe of how amazing you were.

“Mmmm..shit. Lemme look at you..wanna see that pretty face covered.” That’s when he’d take his fingertip underneath your chin and hoist your face up. Only to be greeted by a beaming smile and those plump lips coated and smeared with precum and saliva. He’d mark your cheeks with a couple slaps before depressing your tongue using those digits and lobbying saliva into your mouth. Long strings and tiny speckles filled your tongue and you’d graciously beg for more.

“Harder, please.”

“Yeah? You like when I slap you, baby? Treat you like my little whore?..”

“Yes! Fuck..do it again.”

There was something insatiable about the both of you at the moment. The incessant urge to fuck his little toy and yours to get pounded into oblivion had reached its limit. Shoving those fingers in and out once more, he’d finally retract and replace it with his lips; pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

“C’mere..I gotta fuck you, like right now..” almost so desperate that it was adorable and funny. He’d hoist you by the restrained hands before placing you onto his mattress..pinning your legs back behind your head until you were folded. He’d grasp that chain tightly, kneeling down into the memory foam before tapping that juicy slit with the tip of his cock. It was aching and practically begging to feel your tight walls clenching around him.

“Pull my head down please..I love watching it slide in.” That sweet little voice of yours could sway him to commit murder if you desired it and without hesitation, he’d oblige. “Of course, gorgeous. Whatever you want.”

Taking that chain once more, he’d tug into you and have a perfect view of that shaft beginning to disappear between into that tight hole. Still a bit sensitive from that orgasm before, he’d make home inside of you before releasing a loud groan. You truly did bring out his worst. Leaning down, he’d clutch your throat and initiate another kiss before beginning to move. The sensation of that first thrust elicited a sharp gasp from you both simultaneously but staring into your eyes whilst getting to drill your shit was all the motivation he needed to push through.

“You’re so fucking tight..no wonder I can’t stop breeding you. Goddamn..”

(Y/N)’s breath would catch in your throat as those deep strokes slowly infiltrated your soft folds. The feeling was indescribable. That hard, thick cock stretching you open; swollen mushroom tip only inches away from your spot already and the result was silky cream pooling around his shaft. He wasn’t much in the way of being gentle today..he needed to break his pretty little slut! So much so, Eren had found himself with one foot planted on the bed in order to get deep as possible.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s the fucking spot. That pussy feels amazing…you’re creaming too..I love it.”

But he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects..as you were clawing at his abs with those bound wrists ringling around.

“You get me so fucking wet, I swear— ‘s so deep in me, gonna make me come..”

“You like when I dig you out, gorgeous? Look how you keep sucking me back in..”

“Yes daddy, I love it when you fuck this tight pussy.”

at that moment, drool would begin seeping down the corners of your mouth and that fucked out state would fall cast over your face; that tongue wagging and jolting. Your body jolted back and forth, meeting his thrusts..those veiny, inked hands groping your plump tits and ripping them out of the confines of that apron in a matter of seconds. He loved how soft and pillowy they looked bouncing around. He could remain in this like this forever with you and never grow tired. Fastening the grip on that chain, Eren would pull you closer once more and quicken his pace. He’d speed up and feed you deeper, much rougher strokes.

“And I love when you call me that…makes me wanna get your pretty ass pregnant. That’ll be the best present ever.”

letting out a soft cackle, he’d shove his fingers in your mouth..thrusting them in and out to pacify your loud moans. It was honestly such a beautiful sight..watching the subtle tears flow down your cheek and that smile stretch across your lips. He wanted this to be the memory imprinted in his mind when he thought back to his birthday. Seeing you happy, those sweet eyes staring back at him full of adoration and lust, not to mention getting the privilege of doing all of these salacious things with you.

“But first, I need you to come on this dick, baby..make that shit squirt for me.” In a subtle motion, he’d reach down to unfasten your rope, freeing your hands for the sole purpose of aiding him. Those rough strokes began to penetrate your spot to draw it forth. Meanwhile, he didn’t even need to instruct you on what to do next.

“There you go, rub that fucking clit, bitch. Get yourself there f’r me.” Fully aware of just how turned on being called out of your name got you. He certainly didn’t make a habit of it outside of sex but here, nothing was off limits and he knew that you’d do anything to please him. So much so, that you’d plead for more strings of saliva in between your jaws to slicken up that swollen bud. Your chest, still being groped by his palms, began to heave and you’d cry out his name as you felt that climax only seconds away from barreling out.

“Oh God! ‘m coming, daddy, fuck fuck!—“ in that moment, it was as if everything in the room faded to black and the world stopped moving momentarily. The only thing you could feel was a damp warmth forming underneath you as those streams of juices spilled all over the place. Shooting directly against his abs and so powerful, it sent that plug flying out of your other entrance.

“Aw, there you go, baby, I know. I know it feels amazing..you earned that nut, you’ve worked so hard for it.” Talking you through that insane orgasm as you struggled to come back to reality. Once you did however, you’d find yourself rewarded with a barrage of sloppy kisses. Whispering sweet nothings and ‘I love you’s’ through the sound of your soft cries, he'd wipe those tears from underneath your eyes and make certain that you were alright.

“Here, let’s take a break. Let me grab you some water.” Traipsing over to the nightstand as he struggled to capture his own breath. Retrieving the cool liquid, he’d tilt it back and let it flow into your mouth..swallowing the much needed source of hydration.

“Good girl, there you go. Just breathe for me..” that deep voice so stern yet comforting. It was no wonder you fell apart and would give anything to live in his skin!

“I-I’m sorry! I came so hard—“ but he was quick to denounce your apology. You’d done nothing but everything he’d asked today, even at the expense of his own bedsheets. Gently caressing yiur cheek, Eren would chuckle and reassure you that it was all fine. Because not only was this the best celebration he could’ve possibly asked for…

“..hey, it’s alright, princess. You’ve been incredible. Please don’t be sorry, I’m so proud of you right now. I love you so much. Thank you for making this birthday so special.”

but because little did you know…

“Besides, we’ve got plenty of time for you to rest. I’m just getting started..I haven’t even gotten the chance to do all of the nasty shit I want to. Just wait.”

there was a lot more in store!

[lingeriae]

CLOSE ft onyankopon

synopsis - you and your best 'friend' stop speaking due to issues in your relationship...but you're single now, so? or you and ony reminisce about what could've been. warnings - nsfw mdni!! modern au, slightly toxic relationships, reiner hurts reader, reference to reiners mental issues, reiner is queer and had a boyfriend, nicknames,use of aave, use of marijuan + alcohol, hurt +comfort, reference to slight cheating, mention of physical altercations, dirty talk, fingering, slight degradation, praise, spanking, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), dom! ony, sub!reader, reader is black and a female! parings - onyankopon x black! fem reader A/N - This fic is slightly inspired by the song sneaky link by stalk ashley. Hope you enjoy 😊

one shot, two shot, four! the liquor in your cup spills on the white sand as you sway from side to side with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being drunk. being gone. it's been so long since you allowed yourself to let go, and from the events that took place in the past three months it was much needed. your toes curl into the sand below your barefoot, loose curls fluttering around your head as you tilt it to the side. you felt so euphoric, but it was most likely the alcohol and weed kicking in. a small smile spread across your face as you drag your free hand up your thighs, back arching to give a slow whine to the rhythm of the song that played.

"head just a spin, liquor spill to the floor!" it was sudden when a warm presence suddenly found it's way to your rear end, crotch meeting your ass. a gasp falls from your lips before you quickly spin around to confront the person who decided to invade your personal space. all the breath inside of you is stolen as you make eye contact with the dark skinned man, his eyes searing into your skin and making your body suddenly grow warm. What nelly said? it's gettin hot in here. standing over you in his whole 6'4 glory, onyankopon jackson glares down at you with furrowed brows and an amused smile. your eyes drop to his bare chest gently tracing over the tattoo that rests above his collar bone that reads 'faith' paired with a gold ankh chain. your body's reaction to his presence is astonishing, thick thighs clenching under the material of your shorts, your skin suddenly tingling under the heavy assessment of his eyes and the hairs on your body standing at attention. it's as if your body recognizes his presence—which it does, even when you first met, you were immediately drawn to him. weird. eye contact has always been something you valued, something that ony knows as he continues to peer down at you with his deep bourbon colored eyes. was it possible to get drunk off of eye-contact? as if he knows what he's doing the god-sent man quirks a thick eyebrow at you, flashing you a small smile and allowing you to glimpse at his pearly white teeth, sharp canines slightly teasing you. begging you to run your finger along it's sharp edges. why did everything about him have to be so perfect? "whatchu doing bending all a that ass over in front of these people?" he finally graces you with the deep timbre of his voice, words falling off of his lips like sweet nectar. your eyes immediately drift to his plump lips, handing on to each syllable that leaves his lips as if they could somehow sate your deep desire. suddenly he leans down so his lips are beside your ear, big greedy palms latching unto the naked skin of your waist. "you showin out?" it takes everything in you not to moan at his sultry tone, a shiver racing down your spine and a new wetness pooling in the seat of your bathing suit. ony draws back, smirking at the way your lashes flutter from the effect he has on you. sucking your teeth you fold your arms over your chest, a way to somewhat gain your composure before looking up at the man from beneath your lashes. eyelids dragged down from the effects of mary-jane and brown irises swimming in pink. you're cute trying to act intimidating in this state. "bending what ass—boy please i'm not even doing too much." he hums, amused by your sassy mouth. a hand comes up to toy with the strings of your bikini top that rests between you breast, slightly tugging on them. "mmm, where that demented ass white boy you got?" he means reiner. it's hard not to give a reaction to the nickname that he conjured up from him, but at the same time you don't blame him. reiner is part of the reason why you two stopped speaking, after one too many arguments that revolved around you and ony's closeness. you remembered the day, reiner gripping you too hard and ony seeing the bruise which ended up in a bloody fist fight. after that you had to sit the dark-skinned man down and explain why the friendship wouldn't work out due to the respect you had for your relationship. granted the blond had an abundance of issues but he had every right to feel paranoid about the ‘friendship’ you and ony had. the multiple stolen glances and subtle touches that you two shared when you thought no one was looking, it was enough to drive the man up a wall.

that’s in the past though. you’re broken up now and the man is in therapy—he also has a sweet caring boyfriend.

you hit ony’s in his chest, not moving your hand from the firm muscle after. “that’s ignorant. he has dissociative identity disorder and he’s bipolar, he is not demented.” ony smacks his lips together while rolling his eyes with a nod of his head, not at all interested in a thing that you’re saying.

“mhm, yeah. crazy-ass. where he at?” the look he gives you after he asks that question makes you know that he knows. he knows that you and reiner broke up—but he's trying to be slick. twisting your lips, you give him a look. sleek eyebrows raised and almond eyes narrowing a bit. the smile that he flashes you, all teeth real pretty, only confirms your assumption. he knows. "don't play onyankopon, you want something ask for it." that's one trait he loves about you, you're bluntness. though it makes you have a bit of a smart mouth, he doesn't love you any less. the grip he has on your hips tighten and he begins to sway you to the music, spinning you around so that your back is to his chest. his crotch in line with your ass. your bodies move in sync, a slow whine slowly turning into desperate grinding. he brings his lips to connect to the side of your neck, trailing kisses up until he reaches the skin just below your ear and sucking. you feel yours knees buckle immediately, acrylic nails pressing into the muscular arm that wrapped itself around your middle, trying your best to stifle the moan that threatens to be released. "tryna love on you tonight, you got let me?" your hips don't stop moving. you can feel how hard he is, how his cock strains against the material of his swimwear, begging to be let free. you push your ass against it deliberately, smiling cutely when you hear his retaliating groan. his hands tighten against your hips—forearms bulging in an effort to hold his composure. "cut that shit out before I bend you over right here. m' not playing with you." it's a threat but you're pussy gushes at the thought, ony knows as much when you look at him over your shoulder. eyes all bright and shiny, and your plump glossed lips parted like the idea of that wouldn't bother you. 'shit she tryna kill me.' he shakes his head with a scoff, grabbing unto your arm. before you know it you're collecting your things from your friends and waving them a shy goodbye as ony drags you to his car. they give you knowing looks with a cheeky grin, knowing that you have been waiting for this for a long time. you can feel the adrenaline and arousal rush into your veins with each step you take. it makes you feel a bit shy. you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as much as you want ony. when you both reach ony's black mercedes, you're hesitant to go inside. suddenly becoming aware about the things you're about to do after yearning for him for so long. you shift on your feet as ony opens the back door, quickly scrambling to get inside so you don't seem weird. you're suddenly sobering up when he enters the backseat, sliding in beside you and closing the door before looking at you with half lidded eyes that roam your figure. "you good?" "mmm, nervous." if ony wasn't so close to you he would have missed the words that fell from your lips. he's quick to grab your hips and plop you in his lap, squeezing your sides reassuringly. "don't gotta be nervous, mama. we don't have to do anything." you're immediately shaking your head, grabbing onto his shoulders with a pout. you need this. "I want to on'. you're just a lil intimidating." the dark-skinned man sighs as you rub the nape of his neck. your body grows warm as he uses his thumbs to rub circles into your hip, both your nose rubbing as you lean closer. he doesn't make the first move, waiting for you to take the initiative in case you change your mind. it takes you a second before you lean in, connecting your plump lips to his plush brown ones. the high that you felt before doesn't compare to this. you push all your love and devotion into his mouth, opening up so that his wet muscle can explore. sighing when he sucks on your tongue and tilts your head so he can kiss you deeper. so that he can make you feel his passion. you kiss until you're out of breath, moving away from each other with labored breaths, forehead connecting as one. you shift on his lap so you can get comfortable unconsciously rubbing your pussy against his cock, which grows harder by the minute.

the groan he lets out gets you wetter and wetter, it makes you feel a little concerned. ony swears you want to kill him when you bite your lips and grind against him, your pretty breast jiggling slightly as you continue to move against him making his mouth water. "yeahhh. hump that shit, baby." he guides your hips, lifting up to meet you halfway sending a pleasurable shock throughout your body. as you continue to rock ony kisses you. they trail from the corner of your lips, to the plump of your cheeks, your forehead and finally to your lips. you grip his shoulder tightly as his cock bumps into your clit, letting out a broken cry. "on, want you." he chuckles gruffly. weren't you the one who was nervous a minute a go? "m'right here mama." you shake your head, curls bouncing as you continue to move in his lap, connecting your lips to his. "n-no, ony. I want you, inside." ony sucks in a breath suddenly becoming weak to you. he's quick to set you beside him, kissing your sweet mouth when you cry out a protest. his fingers find the band of your shorts, sliding them down your legs with a heavy breath. he can only describe what greets him as heavenly. your thighs spread, and in between them lays your sweet fat pussy puckered up in the material of your bikini bottom. with his bottom lip tucked into the top row of his teeth he slides the material to the side, licking his lips when he finally sees your pussy. it winks at him invitingly, sticky residue pushing out of it slowly as he runs a finger through it, his eyes meeting yours when you let out a pretty gasp. toes curling from the simple touch. "this what you been keeping from me?" he whispers, fingers moving up and down along your slit. hypnotizing him. "fuck, you this wet just for me?" you let out a little 'mhm' unable to conjure up any sentence. with a quick move ony has your bottoms off, moving in between your legs so he can have more access in the cramped space. he presses a finger into you and you sigh, body slumping against the seat of his car. your hands move to your breast, removing them from the material of your top to toy with your nipples. "put it inside, ony. please I need it." he's quick to comply, sleeping his finger in with ease and moaning at the warm spongy feeling that greets him. your pussy gushes around his finger as he plunges it in and out, another one moving to rub at your little nub. "you so fucking pretty, shitt look at that." he speeds up all while rubbing your clit, making you let out a breathy moan. the sound causes him to rub at the hard-on that strained against his pants, a raspy groan leaving his lips from how pretty you sound. breaking apart from some simple finger fucking. "you get this wet for that crazy-ass white boy?" he mutters, looking up at you as your face twist in pleasure. if you didn't feel so good you would have smacked him for that comment. a hot mouth find its way to your jaw, nipping at it meanly. "hmm? asked you a question baby." you're shaking your head with a gasp, turning your head so you can kiss him while your fingers twirl your now erected nipples. "mm-mm, only for you on'. p-promise-oh!" you choke on your words, trembling slightly as the brown-eyed man adds another finger to your wet cavern. repeatedly plunging in and out, while his thumb rubs against your clit. instantly your back arches off of the seat. ony feels as if he can cum from this alone. watching you break apart on his fingers, grinding desperately as you chase a relief. his brown eyes darken as he watches the way you squirm, your nipples pulsing under the abuse of your fingers. it makes him smile "mhm. shoulda had you like this when you said that dumb shit about distance. hurt my feelings baby. tell me you sorry?" his name falls from your lips in a whine and gasp, trying to make sense of what he was saying as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. it doesn't help when he manages to speed up his motions again, your hands one preoccupied with your breast now latching onto his arm. "s-shit. ony, please!" a squeak leaves your lips as he br

brings a hand down to swat at your sloppy cunt harshly. teary brown eyes meeting his deep brown bourbon coloured ones as you repeatedly nod your head. “what I say?”

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry, baby please!”

you’re body is restless beneath his as you hiccup on moans and grind on his hand. knees knocking against his head as you arch your back the deeper he reaches in your safe heaven, pretty plump lips molding into an ‘o’. it’s beautiful—your beautiful. ony thinks this moment will be stuck in his head forever, how could it not?

a strained breath leaves his lips as he tilts his head down to look at where your leaking all over his fingers. you begin to clench down on them, letting ony know that you’re close. “you there mama, hmm? you so fucking pretty.” his eyes have hearts in them, and his hips twitch against the seat of the car. he needs to be inside you.

“cmon beautiful, know you’re them. lemme see you gush around my fingers.” the heat from his touch burns into you’re skin, almost marking you. you’re desperate to feel it, desperate for him to sink into you and take you.

“I am onya, p-promise you am.” he smiles at that. his beautiful fucked out girl.

it takes one final thrust of his fingers for you to come undone, an addictive moan flying from your lips. broken, beautiful.

you feel as if you could melt into the seat of onyankopon’s car, as if you’re floating away on a cloud of pleasure. your hips lift up into his hand and your nails leave indents in his arm, it’s a wonder they haven’t broken off.

ony moves the curls from your face and leans down to capture your lips in his, breathing you in as he continues to pump his fingers into you. allowing you to ride out your high.

it takes a second for you to recollect yourself, breathing heavily as you come down from your high. you’re suddenly startled when you feel a small tap on your ass, slowly opening your dreary eyes to see ony looming over you.

he’s so beautiful. his forehead shines with sweat as his chocolate eyes meet yours, having you in trance. his gold chain moves with his chest as it heaves and his abs contract with each breath that he takes. “you okay?” your head feels heavy but you nod anyway.

“mhm,” you reach out from him, twisting your fingers into his chain to pull his lips against yours, tapping the back of your foot against his back. “want you to fuck me.” he shivers at that and you smile coyly. blinking up at him through your lashes as he clenches his jaw and exhales through his nose.

with a scoff that sounds dangerously close to a laugh he swats your ass two times which causes you to gasp and giggle. “slow your ass down. this dick ain’t going nowhere but inside you.”

you bite your lip, reaching out your hand to slip it under his swim-shorts until you feel his cock jump against your hands. he says nothing, only watches you through lidded eyes, bucking his hip into your hands.

“you’re so thick, on.”

and he is, you can barely wrap your hands around it. from what you can feel too he’s long, you have to wonder if it doesn’t hurt. will it fit inside you?

your both moving, adjusting your position so it doesn’t feel cramped. ony pulls down his shorts and his dick springs free, slightly twitching when he gives it a pump. you admire it for a second, you're assumptions were right. it is long—but it's pretty. the tip is pink, with angry veins trailing down the pretty brown skin and into a neatly trimmed bush of hair. your mouth salivates at the sight, immediately imagining what he would taste like. before he can catch you quickly avert your eyes, trying your best to hide a smile. he tilts his head against the seat and looks at you. “i don’t have a condom.” suddenly shy from the attention he gives you, look down at your hands in your lap and rub your lips together. “can’t you pull out? i’m clean.”

the man huffs a breath, laughing lowly. he swears that he must be dreaming, there’s no possible way that this could be real. he takes a moment to look at you through narrowed eyes, watching the way your hands twitch as if to reach for him.

“shit…come here.” he reaches for you, smiling prettily at the way your hands eager climb his lap. “ready?” his hands rub your ass comfortingly, deep brown eyes softening as they take you in. you nod reaching for his hand that holds youur waist before you begin to sink down, down. hissing slightly at the stretch.

“fuuuckk.”

pulse racing you look down at the dark-skinned man, his beauty is blinding as his face twitch from the pleasure. your hands latch unto his shoulder to seek some form of solidity before you begin to move, only to be stopped by the firm hand planted on your hip. “gimme a second mama, feel like im bout to nut.” he grumbles, tilting his head back and letting out a deep breath. you giggle at his reaction, watching him smile with his eyes closed and giving you a quick swat to your ass.

“mm, you ain’t gon be laughing when you pop out a baby in nine months.” your giggles cease immediately, and ony lets out a hiss when he feels your cunt clench around him. he opens an eye to look down at you in disbelief. “shit, fucking freak. you like that?” he smirks when you nod your head, leaning down to kiss you at the corner of your lips.

grinding his teeth, ony takes on more deep breath before he shifts his hips, bucking up into you. you’re not given a moment to recover as he holds your hips down and begin fucking up into you. “don’t worry, mama. In due time.” it’s a promise, he’s serious as he seals the deal with a kiss and another thrust of his hips.

your head drops into the junction of his shoulder between his head and neck as you let out siren-like moans and whimpers. you let him know how good your feeling, and claw at his back when he hits a specific spot. “r-right there baby, you feel sooo good.”

his pulse speeds up when you lick his neck, groaning when he feels you beginning to fuck him back, bouncing your body against him. “yeah, making you feel good?”

your tummy clenches with each sharp thrust he delivers, moans never ceasing as he gives you pleasure again and again and again.

“mhm! thank you ony..” you’re babbling now, jerking against him harshly as if you were malfunctioning from all the pleasure you’re receiving. he can’t complain, he isn’t any better with your snug pussy hugging him so tightly.

it was if you were made for him with the way you clamped down on him, allowing him to ravish you the way he pleases. your body is lax in his grip, relaxing under his touch.

he would even go as far as to say it recognizes him.

“fuck, why we wait so long to do this baby? pussy’s immaculate, like you were fucking made for me.” you release a drawn out whine at his words, sucking on his neck while bobbing you head. "mm, just for you o-on. swear-haah." your pussy is getting tighter by the minute and ony can't hold out anymore. your quick to take the initiative, pushing up on your heel and bouncing with all your might. ony looks down at you with a sort of amazement, his jaw slacking as he watches you work for his nut. you're almost like a bunny, never stopping to take a breath, just bouncing. he sucks air through his teeth, trying his best to recollect himself before helping you. "kiss me." you demand it as if it's your right, and like the fool ony is he complies. meshing his lips together with yours desperately as he feels his bawl tighten with the urge to cum, groaning in your mouth when you suck on his tongue. he pulls away and tries to catch his breath, but you keep on bouncing. "s-shit, baby you gotta easy. boutta cum." you don't slow your pace, in fact you hold eye contact with the man and begin to move faster. "m'kay, want it inside." all the twenty three years ony has lived, he has never allowed himself to lose his composure, his logic. except now. his brown eyes screw tight as he lets out a raspy grunt, his hands drawing down to your ass to give it a delightful squeeze. he thrusts up into you wildly, getting off on the sounds of your hiccupy moans and sweet kisses that you reward to his cheeks. the plap plap sounds of your hips meeting each other as well as your heavy breathings fill the air as you both chase the high that you need. ony pants harshly, hugging your body into his. kissing any and every piece of skin he can get his lips on. "I-ima cum, mama. do it with me." you babble out a response that ony doesn't register, his hips twitching as he gives one finally stab before exploding into you. groaning at the way you clench and twitch around him before letting out a small shudder. your legs tightening around one's hips and your breath hitching in his neck. his chest rises and falls against yours as he tries to catch his breath, running a hand down your back and placing a kiss on your cheek. "you good?" you can only give a hum in response, hugging him tighter and sighing happily. his chest rumbles with a laugh before he attempts to move you, pausing when you tighten the hold you have around his neck. "don't go." a warmth spreads throughout him at your quiet plea. voice hoarse with all the moaning you were doing. reassuring he rubs your back again, coaxing you to lift your head off of his shoulder so he can kiss you properly. from the way you sigh into his mouth and rub his cheeks with your thumbs, ony knows you're his. and he doesn't plan on letting you go any time soon.

[lingeriae]

suggestive ┊slight angst ┊eren yaeger x f!reader mdni

"This isn't fair." It feels as if your heart is shattering in your chest with every breath you take, every word that he speaks. It hurts, it hurt so much that you almost feel numb. Inhaling deeply, you hug yourself refusing to look at the boy turned barely man in-front of you—barely nineteen. You know if you look into his jade eyes, those beautiful eyes that take your breath away, that causes the world to stand still on its axis—you won't be able to resist. Your eyes drop down to his fist that clench, is it with fury? Probably. "What?" You don't recognize your voice, what was once so strong and powerful. One that held an infinite amount of confidence, is now weak and broken. "I have to do this Eren—" "You're not giving me a choice—you're not fucking giving us a choice damn it!" The sound of his voice pulls your head up, it's hoarseness and indication that he was on the verge of tears. Eren Yeager trembles with emotion from where he stands, your heart continues to break. It burns.

What happens next is like a dance, he takes a step forward and you take one backward until your effectively trapped against the room wall. His chest brushes against your as it heaves with emotion, endless streams of tears cascade down his face as he looks into your eyes before his head falls to you chest, a hand gripping the material of your dress just right above your hip. Your dress begins to get damp, soaked with his tears that sink into your skin. Branding you, staining your heart. "Y-you can't leave, you're the reason—you're my reason." The barely man voice breaks as he declared the words into your dress. Your conflicted as your hands twitch at your side, itching to comfort him, to run your hands through the strands of his hair. A shuddered sigh leaves your lips as you turn your head to the side, lashes fluttering as you will yourself not to cry. You can't break. He doesn't belong to you, this isn't fair. "Eren," your voice is soft, comforting to the green eyed beauty. He breathes you in, comforted by the smell of your jasmine perfume, he can't let you go not now. Don't you know? "Look at me," He begs though it sounds like a demand, a hand capturing your face allowing his thumb to rub against your tear stained cheeks. He takes in your ethereal beauty, your sun kissed skin that glows gently beneath the moonlight that graces the room, your face is dwarfed by his hands and his heart beats faster. He places a kiss against the corner of your plump lips, just shy away from giving you an actual kiss, relishing the way you sigh against his lips. He's not yours, you remind yourself, this is wrong. "...please." You break, you give in. Noses nudge as you turn to face him, breaths mingling in the silence that encases the room. You look up at him and feel your composure crumble, you can't. His lips twitch slightly as if he can sense your inner turmoil, before you can blink he leans in and kisses you. You have no control over the way you sigh into his mouth, your hands coming up to grip at the material of his white tee. It takes a minute for you to pull away, thinking of the consequences of your action. Mikasa, how would she feel by your betrayal. Eren has always been hers, even if it wasn't officially. It was underlying, it was evident. He wasn't yours. You place your hands on his chest as he leans in, chasing your lips. He chases. His chest rises as he huffs, glaring at you for denying his efforts. Your return his look with a stern one of your own. "Eren, we can't." A scoff falls from his lips, his hand latching unto your wrist placing it over his heart. It beats at a concerning speed, as if he had just ran marathon. Your lips twist in earnest. His eyes bounces between yours in a silent plea, eyes falling to your lips every millisecond. "We can, I love you." He isn't lying—his eyes show it. They're filled with so much emotion it overwhelms you. The hand on your hip drifts along your curves, straying slightly to your ass. For both of your sakes you don't comment on it. Releasing a sigh, you reluctantly nod your head.

The way he possessively captures your lips into a kiss causes your head to spin, a whimper spilling out into his mouth when he squeezes your ass and pulls you closer to him, tilting your head to gain more access to your mouth. The kiss is harsh, filled with years of yearning, heartbreak and so much love. “Don’t leave,” He pulls away to mutter the words against your lips, rubbing your ass in a soothing matter as if it could persuade you.

“You love me?” It’s a stupid question to ask, he knows and by the way he nods his head as if to coax the answer out you tells you he knows but you respond anyway.

“I love you Eren.”

He sighs kissing you again, moving his head to place it between your shoulder, his lips trailing kisses up your neck and behind your ears as if he was on a mission.

“Mm, I love you.” A kiss on your jaw, and a buck of his hips against yours. The grip you have on his shoulder tightens as you feel the need and want he has for you in his pants, gasping when he gives you a deliberate grind.

“Stay.” It’s not a question. His eyes sparkles as the hand that holds your face traces along the bridge of your nose, stopping slightly at your lips and rubbing the corners. He admires the sheen of yours and his salvia that takes over it, glossing your pretty plump lips. Sighing his lips press against your forehead, slightly catching unto the baby hairs that were delicately laid, before moving back to your lips. "I love you. Stay."

“Okay.”

[lingeriae]

suggestive ┊slight angst ┊eren yaeger x f!reader mdni

"This isn't fair." It feels as if your heart is shattering in your chest with every breath you take, every word that he speaks. It hurts, it hurt so much that you almost feel numb. Inhaling deeply, you hug yourself refusing to look at the boy turned barely man in-front of you—barely nineteen. You know if you look into his jade eyes, those beautiful eyes that take your breath away, that causes the world to stand still on its axis—you won't be able to resist. Your eyes drop down to his fist that clench, is it with fury? Probably. "What?" You don't recognize your voice, what was once so strong and powerful. One that held an infinite amount of confidence, is now weak and broken. "I have to do this Eren—" "You're not giving me a choice—you're not fucking giving us a choice damn it!" The sound of his voice pulls your head up, it's hoarseness and indication that he was on the verge of tears. Eren Yeager trembles with emotion from where he stands, your heart continues to break. It burns.

What happens next is like a dance, he takes a step forward and you take one backward until your effectively trapped against the room wall. His chest brushes against your as it heaves with emotion, endless streams of tears cascade down his face as he looks into your eyes before his head falls to you chest, a hand gripping the material of your dress just right above your hip. Your dress begins to get damp, soaked with his tears that sink into your skin. Branding you, staining your heart. "Y-you can't leave, you're the reason—you're my reason." The barely man voice breaks as he declared the words into your dress. Your conflicted as your hands twitch at your side, itching to comfort him, to run your hands through the strands of his hair. A shuddered sigh leaves your lips as you turn your head to the side, lashes fluttering as you will yourself not to cry. You can't break. He doesn't belong to you, this isn't fair. "Eren," your voice is soft, comforting to the green eyed beauty. He breathes you in, comforted by the smell of your jasmine perfume, he can't let you go not now. Don't you know? "Look at me," He begs though it sounds like a demand, a hand capturing your face allowing his thumb to rub against your tear stained cheeks. He takes in your ethereal beauty, your sun kissed skin that glows gently beneath the moonlight that graces the room, your face is dwarfed by his hands and his heart beats faster. He places a kiss against the corner of your plump lips, just shy away from giving you an actual kiss, relishing the way you sigh against his lips. He's not yours, you remind yourself, this is wrong. "...please." You break, you give in. Noses nudge as you turn to face him, breaths mingling in the silence that encases the room. You look up at him and feel your composure crumble, you can't. His lips twitch slightly as if he can sense your inner turmoil, before you can blink he leans in and kisses you. You have no control over the way you sigh into his mouth, your hands coming up to grip at the material of his white tee. It takes a minute for you to pull away, thinking of the consequences of your action. Mikasa, how would she feel by your betrayal. Eren has always been hers, even if it wasn't officially. It was underlying, it was evident. He wasn't yours. You place your hands on his chest as he leans in, chasing your lips. He chases. His chest rises as he huffs, glaring at you for denying his efforts. Your return his look with a stern one of your own. "Eren, we can't." A scoff falls from his lips, his hand latching unto your wrist placing it over his heart. It beats at a concerning speed, as if he had just ran marathon. Your lips twist in earnest. His eyes bounces between yours in a silent plea, eyes falling to your lips every millisecond. "We can, I love you." He isn't lying—his eyes show it. They're filled with so much emotion it overwhelms you. The hand on your hip drifts along your curves, straying slightly to your ass. For both of your sakes you don't comment on it. Releasing a sigh, you reluctantly nod your head.

The way he possessively captures your lips into a kiss causes your head to spin, a whimper spilling out into his mouth when he squeezes your ass and pulls you closer to him, tilting your head to gain more access to your mouth. The kiss is harsh, filled with years of yearning, heartbreak and so much love. “Don’t leave,” He pulls away to mutter the words against your lips, rubbing your ass in a soothing matter as if it could persuade you.

“You love me?” It’s a stupid question to ask, he knows and by the way he nods his head as if to coax the answer out you tells you he knows but you respond anyway.

“I love you Eren.”

He sighs kissing you again, moving his head to place it between your shoulder, his lips trailing kisses up your neck and behind your ears as if he was on a mission.

“Mm, I love you.” A kiss on your jaw, and a buck of his hips against yours. The grip you have on his shoulder tightens as you feel the need and want he has for you in his pants, gasping when he gives you a deliberate grind.

“Stay.” It’s not a question. His eyes sparkles as the hand that holds your face traces along the bridge of your nose, stopping slightly at your lips and rubbing the corners. He admires the sheen of yours and his salvia that takes over it, glossing your pretty plump lips. Sighing his lips press against your forehead, slightly catching unto the baby hairs that were delicately laid, before moving back to your lips. "I love you. Stay."

“Okay.”