__ Suguru wants to touch black!reader’s hair.. unfortunately she always says he cannot touch her hair, nobody but the lord knows that if he got one chance, he will not mess the opportunity up… especially since he wants to pull it during sex…
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Reader is implied to have a cute tall Afro puff! Wholesome stuff, more plot than smut! Hair pulling, wall sex, Suguru loves your hair,
___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
“I finally did my edges the way I wanted it to be..”
A fraction of a chuckle poured out of the dark, mystifying male, closing his book with one hand. It had been about the disastrous consequences of war and fate that was inevitable. It was definitely a bit too gloomy for what was in front of him at the very moment, which was rays of sun on the color brown, you. The pages of the book were filled with disturbing absurdities that he took interest in, but the raven haired male would rather stare at you.
You were far more interesting than anything he could ever lay his eyes on, and he truly meant anything. He slid the book onto the side table by the soft couch he was sitting on, and he was fairly comfortable. His back was pressed nicely against the couch, his knees far apart. Suguru was settled nicely there, spread in his usual sitting position but to you it made your heart flutter everytime… he was sexy.
“You were in there for almost an hour, I’d hope so..” Suguru playfully teased, watching your little expression on your face turn slightly into a half smirk. Some people really dig deep into trying to figure out how you and Suguru even managed to date, but they just didn’t realize how much of a silly goose he was behind closed doors. It may be faint, but it was still there… Sometimes Suguru’s jokes tickle your lower stomach so badly that the floor is the only thing that can hold you.
“Do you likeee it? The last time I had my hair like this was in middle school..” this was normal, your regular banter of sorts, but Suguru was genuinely deep in thought. Maybe his dark eyes looked over you around 6 or 7 times already, giving his lips a dangerous lick as he tried to adjust his sitting position.. lightly lifting his hips. There was something about you embracing your natural beauty that had him fawning over you… hard. Could anyone blame him? Your hair was rarely out in a way that he could actually see that pretty pattern of hair.
“It suits you very well..”
Time gave into the fantasy of stopping, that’s how it felt to you anyway. His words were so silky, his slight emphasis on the word ‘very’ almost had you running to the hills. His stare, his slight tilt of the head. There was an odd few seconds of sweet silence as your heart thumped quickly. “I’m going to assume touching it is off limits..” there was only a little pout that surfaced on his porcelain face. He then slowly stood up to reveal his fierce height, his body covered mainly by the deepest black of fabric, his tee and wide legged pants
It’s days like this where he’d get mad at the mumble of the word ‘emo’.
Your eyes slightly widened, crossing your arms under your perfectly sized mounds. “Hell yeah it’s off limits. I have to make this hairstyle last-..” Suguru slightly scoffed the second the last word left your plump lips. He wasn’t angry or anything… however he was poking at your bullshit.
“You always tell me not to touch your hair.. not just this time..” Suguru didn’t know why, but there was something about the word cant. Why couldn’t he? Why was it so off limits? He wouldn’t have messed it up… But as time passed of being so intimate with you, he couldn’t lie, he wanted to ruin you. Suguru is as cordial as it gets, but unfortunately when he can’t have something, he spirals. It was selfish in spirit, but everyone has their dark secrets.
“Cuz you’ll mess it up. Like you said, the edges took me almost an hour. Do you have the patience to do that?” The sass that came from your words was harmless, but the tilt of the head you did made him a little more on the agitated side.
“I do actually, but even you know that” shooting right back at you with playful banter, Suguru’s soft, lanky fingers reached out to touch your wrist. His pale skin was on the warm side today, it could be possible that he was flustered from your new look. Suguru was a simple man, his body got warm over the littlest things you’d do. But unlike most , he kept it very quiet and self contained.
“I’d do anything that’ll give me a chance to touch a special part of you. Anything that’s.. you.. I would love to touch it with my fingertips..” his hands slipped to your fingers, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a lovesick manner. His way with words was dangerously soft, it caused your spine to straighten up everytime. However , right now, your main focus was trying to understand his inability to move on. Your hair was simply your hair. There was no need to touch it, you didn’t need gross oils from his hands to mess it up, let alone ruin your edges. However, you just wondered about his obsession, was it truly about him loving your hair or was he just trying to annoy you. To be honest, it wasn’t the latter.
“You’re sick Suguru.”
“I believe I’m just fine, I’m only a man with specific needs, y/n” his words hid no lie, his scent pushing through your nostrils as he got even closer to you. Sometimes when you smell him, your mind goes blank. Suguru was a handsome man with a rough, sweet wood smell that would linger on. “But your needs are ridiculous. There’s no reason you should be begging to touch my damn hair. It ain’t gold.” Now it was just hilarious to you. Your little laugh might’ve been you giving in, maybe.
As a kid, you’ve known others that would treat you as if you were an animal in a petting zoo. Their nasty hands touching your curls, ruining the hairstyle just for the touches. It was about respect of all things, however the more you looked at it, the more you realized how unfair it was to Suguru. Your sensual natured lover respected every boundary you put up, and he never tried to jump it. He’s never really gotten a good feel of your hair in it’s natural state. He knew he couldn’t, but the opportunity he had now was gracious. Suguru knew he was quite sick for this, but he wanted to rule out what he could not do. Suguru wanted to feel the curl pattern, the texture, the soft strands of you.
While he had an underlying motive, it was merely about the love for your hair and getting closer to you. Suguru wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the cloud like puff and hold tight. And whether he roughs it up or not, he would indeed spend as long as he has to so he could fix his mess ups. He just wanted one chance…
“I’d actually enjoy it if you taught me how to do your hair. If I agree to helping you do it, would you change your thoughts about keeping me away?” Suguru had such a light look on his face. His smile practically caressed you while his fingers gently intertwine with yours. He just needed one chance, one soft grab or a twirl. Selfish he was, but he cared little. Your beautiful facial features were attacking him right now, almost telling him how wrong and right he was.
His soft, romantic grip on your hand made your heart flutter. Let alone his sweet glances towards your curly, juicy ends. For some reason this moment between the two of you felt deeply intimate, sexually intimate. You didn’t know what it was, but Suguru’s eyes were looking very sultry.
“Maybe..” you blurted, giving into his looks. He tilted his head a bit, his flowy, jet black hair going with him. He had his hair out today, no hair tie restrictions, so his looks were now far from just a ten. “You know, the day you actually let me.. I won’t wash my hands for weeks..” Suguru playfully joked, his more humorous side sliding out as a smile was plastered onto his face. It really did bum him out, but he would never force you… even if he wanted to touch your hair badly. Even if he wanted to pull it during the most intense sex.. he just never did.
“You’re losing it…” you lightly laughed before the world kind of disappeared around you. It happened so quick, and Suguru was the only person, human, soul you could see. He leaned down , his tall frame overpowering but he pressed his forehead against yours. His silky hair tickled you just a tad. “That’s alright…” he whispered, and even if he did, his voice was still deep and rumbling. Your face was hot, especially when his lips ghosted against yours. That was the exact second you forgot why you even did your hair. You were supposed to go run errands with your friend.. that’s what was supposed to happen.
Unfortunately, Suguru had different plans. His lips pressed lovingly against yours, emitting a shiny spark. The world around you turned to static and his hands were the only thing you could feel other than his lips. Both your hands were against his, intertwining all your fingers. He had you locked and forbidden from leaving his grip. The sweet kiss was nothing but a distraction, but a good one nonetheless. You were so distracted by the soft lip bites and his naughty actions of sucking on your tongue that you didn’t notice he had gotten so close. His body was practically pushing against you while your back was seeping in the wall.
How did you even manage to get close enough to a wall?
Eventually you gasped, moving your head to the side to tell him you needed to breathe. But, Suguru took this as a nice little gesture of encouragement. Your neck was shown to the air, and his lips fluttered all around it.
“If you believe me to be crazy just because I want to touch your hair..you must never hear what else I’d want from you…” Suguru muttered this against your bronze skin, only having dreams of guiding you through sex with a fist full of curls. “Suguru…” you purred, feeling each touch of his lips. It made your pussy begin pulsing almost, your heart also beginning to pulse quicker.
“Suguruuu, I have to go.. lord- if I just let you touch it one time.. will you just drop it and let me go?” Your air was having a hard time staying in your lungs, his touches and his neediest actions ever were causing you to feel all mushy. He stopped his lips from caressing your skin only to pull away. His heart thumped hard and he almost lost his cool. He kind of widened his eyes but they softened into their usual state again. A warm feeling washed over him and the look in his eyes was almost pleading.
He said nothing. His hands unraveled from yours and he lifted one of them to trail up your arm. The soft feeling of it almost made you want to stay home, he seemed so desperate, he looked desperate. His eyes weren’t even on you anymore, the fondness in his eyes were directed towards your curls. He’s seen so many types of hair, loose curls.. tighter ones. He didn’t care if yours was either or, he knew the second his fingertips slipped onto a curl, he felt some harmony.
The texture was so soft yet so different from his own hair. This felt like how a perfect cloud plucked from the sky would feel like. His lanky fingers practically disappeared the way he slipped them into the depths of your puff.
“To think you’ve been keeping this feeling from me… how dare you..” Suguru said this lightly, almost flabbergasted at how much greater this actually was. He simply believed it would be soft. No, it was soft. it smelt so good , and he also noticed how your hair would appear shorter when in reality it was a bit longer than what your hair was showing now. He’d have to ask why..
“Suguru…” you muttered a bit, acting as if you didn’t enjoy it but who doesn’t enjoy someone running their fingers in your hair.. on your scalp, it was relaxing. Let alone his voice that began speaking praises. You told him sternly that it would only be one touch, but here you are letting him melt in the silence.
“Hm..?” he hummed, occupied but willing to listen to your words. But whatever it was, if it wasn’t to his liking he just knows he won’t listen now. Suguru was a man that truly wants what he wants, there’s no negotiation, and if there is, he’s lying. “You need to let me leave now..” you whispered, but all you received was Suguru’s fingers caressing the back of your hair, his darkly tinted eyes staring into yours.
“I refuse. That is only because I’d enjoy it if I got to play with your crown a little bit longer…” His words lingered like a sweet smell of cologne. His eyes peered into you as his forehead once again met yours. For some reason you just couldn’t decline. You couldn’t stop him nor your thoughts. The second you felt his fingers slip in your curls and a slight tug was made, you gasped. Your eyes widened and your body felt the urgent lust that infected you and your brain.
He just pulled at your hair.
Why did you like it? In that minuscule moment, you found yourself angry but lust took over. Pleasure took the cake. Every bit of naughty thought you had rushed to your clit, it tingled and pulsed. The pleasurable feeling in your lower stomach needed to be dealt with, and it was just unfortunate how this only occured because he pulled your hair. It was sensitive. Doing this showed dominance, he wanted you and your pretty hair in his grip. Could you blame the man?
“Sug-..”
“ Would you kiss me again…?” his soft breath was right on your lips, your eyes never left his, and his raven eyes never left yours. It’s moments like these where you could actually hear a pin drop.
Suguru behind doors was nothing but a man who would fein for the pretty lips on your face and the ones between your legs. He loved you dearly, and to get the opportunity to actually see your withering and your begging while he dug deep in you was like a dream. He needed you in many different ways. He had you right here, right in the palm of his hand. Your pathetic, gorgeous expression right there looking up at him.
Nothing more was said, only your hands moved to grip at his shirt, pulling him down slow to seal the kiss he begged for. It wasn’t rough, it was soft and mesmerizing. That was what he wanted, his hands having a fist full of your heavenly sent hair and his lips pressed against yours. He had it a few seconds ago but this was different.. he had you stuck and bound. Submissive, not weak but willing. The kiss was nasty, you took initiative to suck on his bottom lip, coercing a moan from him before his other hand slipped off into deeper netherlands. Your insides curled up, a soft moan slipping from your throat.
The feeling in your body was like how people explain how their body feels going down a steep hill in a car.
“Suguru please-..” you whispered, feeling his hand still gripping your pretty curls in the back of your head. His other hand was digging in your pants, the soft pads of his middle finger rolled around your pretty clit. He wanted to make you more needy for him just like how he was for you, but you were already leaking. Your thoughts and his sudden actions combined to cause the sudden need.
“You’re already drenched… What is it that you enjoyed, hm?” It was teasing for him to say that, still swiftly playing with the pink pearl in between your legs. You didn’t just become wet from anything, he knew it was something specific he did. “Was it… this?” He purred, gently yanking your hair back again. It gave you a yelp, but what intrigued Suguru was your pretty little moan that traveled afterwards. How come you would yell at him not to touch your hair but this is how you act when it comes down to him actually touching it?
Suguru’s blood rushed to his dick.
He had to contain his unruly excitement, but the hand that wasn’t deep in your hair was shaking. He pulled both his hands away, making you jolt in confusion and anxiousness…. even shame. Was Suguru grossed out? Was he repulsed by your actions? All but the correct things were flowing into your mind, so much that you tried rushing from his vicinity.. you had to get away from his nasty mind.
“Ah… you’ve lost your mind if you believe-..” Suguru stopped talking as he reached his light muscular arm out, simply grabbing your wrist before you got any further in the house. “-you can leave me now..”He gently, but firmly yanked you closer like a small doll.. he swiftly ran his hand back into your curls from behind. Yes, your hairstyle was beginning to be a little messed up. That was especially true as he pressed your face against the wall.. All you could feel was his grip tighten on your strands of hair as his lips pressed against your ears. He then patted your ass a little.
“Pull these down for me… I’ll pull your hair~. That’s what you’d like, yes?”
“That’s not true!”
Suguru had dealt with a friend that enjoyed going back and forth with him constantly. So your little pleas and clap backs weren’t enough for him to fully give in.
“If it’s not true, why did you look so pleased when I pulled your hair..?” Suguru whispered in your ear, causing it to tickle and your lower stomach tightened up. You were aching for some release, knowing that, your body had given up on you as well. Maybe you did like it, no, you did like it and maybe it’s just the way he did it. Either way, you needed it more. So, you ended up kicking your shoes off and pushing your pants down your gorgeous legs. You couldn’t think of being shamed, not when Suguru was behind you with a terribly hard cock. You could feel it.
“No response… is it that you’ve given in?” His words kind of stung, Suguru would always revel in being right and finally getting what he wanted. Watching you kick away your pants and press your hands against the wall made him warm. He slowly moved his other hand to your back, the back of his index finger running down your lower back before hooking onto your panties and pulling them to the side. He saw the slightly sticky substance in your underwear, he felt it too.
“So gorgeous. I’d ruin the earth if you were taken from me.” He said without one stutter, he was so serious. Your panties were off to the side, revealing all you had to offer. His knuckles kind of rubbed against your clit, causing a sound to emit from your throat. “Crazy-..” you were cut off by the pull of your hair. Breathing in sharply, you shut your mouth and actually listened to what was happening around you. You could hear the drop of his pants hitting the ground. You also could’ve sworn you heard the ridiculous sound of his cock hitting his skin. It was just that heavy.
“Talk to me about it..” Suguru hummed, watching your body adapt to what was happening. You knew you were going to get fucked, so you were spreading your legs just a tad bit.. he liked that realization.
“About what..” you hesitantly replied.
“Your hair.. Everything about it intrigues me.” He admitted, and it was obvious.. his hand never left it. Your back was permanently arched as of right now, as long as he was still grabbing most strands of hair. You can admit however, it was cute that he wanted to know about it. Your eyes were hazy, feeling his heavy cock on your perfect ass. It made you stutter. You had to think of something, anything that would be interesting to him..
“My hair likes to shrink. It can look much fluffier and it can be long but I’d have to stretch it with a blow drier.. right now it’s pretty stretched… but if water hits it it’ll get shorter again-… fuck..” you choked up a little at the end, an uncontrollable moan releasing from you as you felt your boyfriend’s cock just slip inside of you. Suguru had a darker tip color, his veins weren’t hiding and his balls were large. Even he had to hiss a bit from the way your pussy contracted around him.
“Fuck…” you whimpered again, your mind going blank before those fingers in your hair gripped tighter. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me about it..” he huskily whispered, his own face slightly contorted in pleasure once he was actually inside. His cock was all wet and he could feel each inch of your pink walls.
The sound it made when he bottomed out in your pussy was absolutely slutty. It gushed and made the most smuttiest noises. How could you even speak about any more of it? Your mind was like rust, it seemed like he was draining you of your knowledge only to be there and dumb with dick inside you.
“How am I going to fix your hair after this if you do not tell me how to do it..?” He firmly asked, his hips slowly moving back before snapping forward. Your breasts were pressed sharply against the wall, still covered by your shirt. But, your hair was completely messed up, all out of the puff it was just in. “B-But-…” you shakily moaned as your legs weakened. He had you by your hair, the smell of it now stuck on his hand.
He probably won’t wash it.
“L-Lots of water.. g-gotta brush the ends first..” you choked out, your neck slightly burning as Suguru pulled at your hair tighter. His cock was beginning to dig into your pussy over and over. He obviously just wanted you to keep talking because he knew he could make you do it.. besides, you sounded cute and he knew he would be punished if he didn’t fix your hair afterwards.
“What else do I need to know? I know I didn’t lose you already…”
Suguru watched how broken you were becoming, that’s all he wanted right now anyway. There was something about gaining access to your precious jewel, your crown. After the first touch, he knew he couldn’t just let go.. you didn’t want him to let go either.
__ black!reader, female!reader, Sukuna has two cocks, Toji is not too much of a deadbeat dad, Geto is depressed kinda… some angst, creampie, mentions of pregnancy and getting pregnant, raw sex all over, gentle manhandling? Cuddle sex :)
___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
Sukuna
Sukuna was a ruthless monster filled with evil. Women, men, children, they all feared him and it fueled his desire to destroy and kill. Sukuna simply wasn’t good, nor did he want to be. It would be repulsive if he’d done something grossingly nice.
However, without much thought, his rough callused hands ran down your precious back. His four eyes that usually barked hatred were hesitantly soft. His rough exterior was nowhere near the usual, as it was softened on the edges.
His eyes carefully watched your sweet, engrossed face as your pretty little dress was slid up on your stomach. His most upper cock was firm, rubbing against your bikini line each time you’d slowly sink to his pelvis. His other cock was inside you, completely engulfed by your gushy pussy. It was quite a sight, both seeing you take such a big cock and Sukuna being.. gentle.
Now, Sukuna could be railing you with one cock up your cunt and one in your tiny asshole, however he refrained today. Sometimes he just basked in days like this, filled with love. Now, he used to despise the love word and truthfully you’ll never catch him saying it to you, but he showed it in many ways.
Whether it was the male’s chin resting on your shoulder as you would move back and forth, grinding on his cock. Or, it could be his soft touches on your waist or your ass, caressing it with his thumbs while the other set of hands above makes sure you do not fall.
Either way, love was caked throughout his actions whether he liked it or not. The funny thing about it is that Sukuna hasn’t realized his faults. He would think this sort of thing is repulsive, right? No.
“I have no idea what’s got you so worked up… but I’m enjoying it.” He says this with a bit of tease lacing his throat. Sukuna then used his uppermost right hand to cup your pretty face. He enjoyed watching you melt in his hands, still using his cock like some toy.
“Kuna’…” you whispered hoarsely , feeling yourself tighten up around him. Sukuna could feel it as well, partially chuckling while a grunt followed suit. “I won’t stop you from your high, mortal woman..” He smirked, knowing you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Sukuna watched as you wrapped your arms around his bulky middle section. This action actually took him aback, a butterfly appearing in his stomach before it burned up and the ashes whisked away. For a split millisecond, you had sukuna feeling like a little school girl with his crush… then he began to chuckle just a little.
“Don’t make me fuck those pretty guts of yours.. I’m trying to go slow with you.” He whispered, his upper arms wrapped around your body before his lower hands gripped your hips and ass in such a way that he could lift you easily. You were like paper to him, a feather even. He had to be careful when lifting or holding onto you, he also had to be careful with your pretty pussy that was leaking juices and coating his cock. He wished you would try putting both of his meaty cocks in, but he didn’t want to break you.
Yet anyway.
“Sukuna!.. o-oh-.. f-feels so good..” you whined, nails digging gently in his back. This pleasure felt so good, too good. It wasn’t so rough, it wasn’t so hard… it was just right. The comfort, the warmth of his body and his cock, it all felt good. Moments like this were sparse, but you cherished it so bad when it would roll around.
“I’m giving you the opportunity to drain both my cocks… not just one, so keep that same stamina for me if you want me to keep playing nice..”
Toji Fushiguro
Being on good terms with Toji was always rare in your case. The both of you were compatible, but somehow petty arguments always arise and the two of you begin to realize that maybe you should stay away from each other. It wasn’t really that easy to say, not when you gave birth to his child. Toji would always be perched in your life, as his son’s.
But you realized a few things. When arguments occurred now, Toji would muster up a new vocabulary word. The word sorry, you know, the one used as an apologetic phrase. And while the way he’d say it is kind of blunt and uncaring, you could tell he was trying fairly hard. It was unlike him, nonetheless. Apart of you wondered if this was some type of scheme to get you under him and on your back.
Whatever it was, it worked.
Your lips parted, gasping out for untainted air as the air around you was filled with uncontrollable lust and.. love? This was different, the feeling of being treated like a small piece of art.
“ do me a favor n’ hold your legs for me..” his voice caused your pussy to quiver around his cock. His own cum was coating his pale cock without shame. He’d already nutted in that pussy once, a few minutes ago to be exact. But even with that, his cock was still hard and his body was still calling for you. You understood this with his hard but sensually slow thrusts.
“Ah.. ah! Toji-… Toji y-you’re gonna get me pregnant again…” you whined, failing to take any action for birth control merely because you weren’t fucking anyone. Life got tough and you simply didn’t care to take them… so the minute Toji comes over to see his son, you just knew you fucked up.
“Don’t give a fuck about that.. you know that..” he grumbled under his breath, watching your golden pussy take every inch of his girth. That’s right, no other dick could fit so well. Besides, he took his place in his throne, which was inside of you. If another baby came of it, he’d do what he could to take care of it.. just like he did the previous. He might be slightly inattentive, but providing he will do.
Though, Toji was trying to be better… and that’s all you wanted from him. That and the headboard hitting the wall. It felt so good being all crushed, your feet were damn near touching the headboard itself. And while he was digging deep in you, it was so slow.. so sweet.
“Don’t-.. don’t wake megumi… h-he has to go to sc-school..”
“He can ride around with me tomorrow.. ain’t nothing wrong with missin a day..” he retorted back and you just whined, hearing how loud your cunt was gushing. You could’ve sworn you could see his cock going in and out, bulging from your stomach. That made you tap out, your moans getting louder as he got intensely closer, taking your leg and easily putting it on his broad, hard shoulder. His scar on his lips running against your ankle before kissing it.
Toji was so gorgeous, he knew it.. but he believed in all circumstances, you took the beauty. He’d never outright say it, but he was glad to have a kid by you. Your looks and sweet personality saved his child from being something ridiculously unbearable to deal with. From your gorgeous eyes to your intelligence, he couldn’t find a better woman, he didn’t want to.
“I’m-.. go-..”
“I know baby… I feel it tightenin up on me..”
Suguru Geto
The days where things would get rough, were the worst. You could sense his sorrow, and his mental state was wandering off into some deep dark woods. As his lover, it was your duty to cause him sunshine, but you felt as if you were failing. Small kisses, hugs, reassurance, you felt unreliable.
But, that wasn’t the case. Suguru appreciated every little thing you do, it just amazes him at how attentive and thoughtful you were. The world was so gone to shit that he was so focused on the problems of earth rather than the good which.. he only could see you being in that category of good.
So, when entering the shared home.. all he could really look forward to was the sweet scent of you. Your gentle touches and your welcoming smile that just made him realize not all and everything could be that bad.
Every touch of your sweet bronze skin, every breath you took against his neck? He felt alive again… He just needed you over and over again. Today wasn’t different. Those slow strokes of pure cock were plugging deep in you, past your lips and almost kissing that sweet g-spot everytime. You two were entangled, laying down on the bed as you were both on your sides.. cuddling each other whilst your leg wrapped around him as much as it could.
His long, raven hair was all messy, but that’s because your fingers were running through it. His face hidden deep in your neck while his large hand gripped at your ass, keeping it open so his cock had no problem slipping in and out.
“Suguru…” only a soft, but deep growl came from his throat. He loved when you’d moan his name, all sensual and light. It gave his stomach a lighter feeling than it is usually. “Little more..” he whispered against your neck, his kisses running up your ear.. an angelic moan seeping from him. It made you clinch up, causing him to moan again.. He knew you liked that, and he had no problem letting you know your pussy was the only heaven he knew about.
Suguru believed that life as he knew it was changing, but you didn’t. Your thoughts about him never changed, your personality didn’t change, nor did your beauty.. or the tight little pussy that was corrupting his mind. He could only shakily breathe out, swimming in naughty thoughts.
“Look-… look at me.. please?” Although feeling cock drunk, you just had to see his face. He gripped your ass a smidge harder before he lifted his face from your neck, his love struck eyes now staring deep into yours. His pale face was filled with masculine yet pretty features, casted with red hue. He was so needy today. You noticed.. so you decided to gently move over on top of him. And what caused you to melt was his strong arms wrapping around your back as you laid your head on his bare chest.
“I refuse to let go of you…” “I didn’t say you had to, I -.. fuck… wouldn’t want you to either..” you whispered, only sharply breathing in when you began riding his cock, and what’s fortunate is that the night just began.
__Black!reader is a pretty little self made pornstar. To gather more money for her obnoxiously pink room, she gives the opportunity for two men to come fuck her like she’s a little ragdoll.. but what happens when the two men know each other? And not in great light…
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__black!reader, female!reader, Jean is an eater, they talk shit about each other while fucking you, anal, creampies, choking, praise, double penetration, oral(sucking dick), one kiss from Eren :) Jean eats your pussy and ass, squirting ofc, hair pulling, dirty talk
___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
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Lightning passed right before your very eyes. That white, crispy line of fire intimidating you. It erupted a Innocent laughter from you, worry all throughout as you tilted your head.
“You two must know each other?” You worriedly spoke, hoping you didn’t spark some sort of issue. How were you supposed to know if these two had anything to do with each other? With the way they were just glaring at each other's deep souls, there was surely intentional friction. But, you had hoped this would pass.
Sure, the two men were staring each other down but you couldn’t help but notice their sexy attributes. Standing in your brightly pink, frilly room were two tall hunks of meat.
It was about two days ago, you could see that your room was becoming a bit boring for you. How funny that was, considering the room had pink lighting, pink carpet, pink bedding and everything else was a shade of pink. Someone threw up pink in your room, and yet you deemed it not good enough. You needed more things, more plushies to be in the background of your naughty videos… More things to dirty up, more things to use while creaming to your heart's content.
With that, you gave a simple but effective solution to your problem. Your fans were rowdy, they begged to have a chance to show you their talents.. how fast they could make you cum, how fast they could get you to give up that pretty little asshole. But, you needed money. So, a bid was practically put on your body. Maybe it was a bit raunchy, but you simply didn’t care enough… as long as they had the money. And all men were easily manipulated with your banging body, so you gained money alright.
40k and 50k
The second you even woke up and saw such money, life as you knew it changed. What crazy things pussy could make a man do. However, the most fortunate thing was seeing that these two men were drop dead gorgeous… even more so in front of you.
“Imma put a bullet in your head the second this is over with..” Eren, that was his name. His eyes were such a pretty color, it sparked adventure and dreams but also dares. He stood at around 6’0 and had dark brown, chocolate colored hair that was halfway pulled back while the rest of his strands fell on his shoulders. As of right now, his face was heavily agitated. His big veiny hands were stuffed deep in the pockets of his grey, soft sweatpants that were untied and revealing just a slight v line on his fair skin. And as your precious eyes trailed up, you could watch how his black tank caressed his core muscles and laid against his bulky wide shoulders.
You could only swallow, fantasies planted deep into your mind as his icy chain jolted when he spoke eagerly. Or when his sharp jaw tensed up.
“Don’t scare her. You damn sure can’t scare me but you’ll scare the pretty lady.. and she’s the one that invited us here dumbass..” Jean, his name was a bit weird off the tongue, however you wouldn’t mind screaming it. He had a sexy goatee, and his lips were inviting. His smirk was more on the teasing side, his seductive eyes even glancing towards you. That’s before he reached out towards you. This man’s arm was veiny, they were so prominent. All you could do was stand there, staring pathetically at his face. He had lighter brown hair, like a tiramisu color and it was a little on the messier side, but it fit him nicely. Just like his shirt, as his shirt was black, more compression type and he also wore sweatpants. However, his pants were white just like his teeth, and his teeth shined just like his diamond earring.
It all caught you in a world wind, especially when you were pulled in front of Jean. The back of your body was firmly pressed against him, a little yelp exiting. You had to realize that Jean was just a tad bit taller at 6’2, but at the same time, Eren’s attitude was heavy.
“Ain’t that right, doll.. tell him to just let it all go.. before I have my hand at fucking you first.” Jean was speaking, and you could feel the deep dark rumble from his chest as he did. Your face was crumbling up in a worried manner, but it was exciting. Were these two gang members? You could only think so… but that was the least of your worries. You were just hoping that wasn’t a gun shoved in Eren’s pants.
Eren looked as if he could snarl like a dog, but his eyes weakened when looking at you. He’s the one that put 50k on what’s in front of him. He put money down on you. Honestly, he figured it was a good investment.. his cock needed to be drained and what was wrong with draining it inside of you?
The two men knew what they were getting into, they both indulged in your videos.. practically knew each video by heart. What timestamp you'd cum, what timestamp you’d spray the screen with your juices. Maybe it was an addiction, but they didn’t want to call it that. How could anyone not be entranced with you? Your pretty, fluffy, little lashes with your glossy lips. Maybe it was your body that squeezed into that tiny little pink two piece. The top had a cute bunny on it with thin straps, it was a cute bralette. That, along with the tiny little shorts that slightly dug in your thighs.. gifting them that plump look.
Pink really did suit your brown skin, they could both agree with that.
“The camera’s been rollin’ for a minute now… I just wanted you two ta’ meet but I guess that’s out the window…” you mumbled, the air a tad bit lighter than it was before, but that’s because you were just pleading Eren with your sweet eyes. “Let’s just have a good time…?” It was the fact that you didn’t even know these men that well, and here you were trying to make them act right together. “Either that or I’m not letting you two fuck me at all..” might’ve been a bit naughty to say, but the way their eyes darted to you was like a bird seeing its prey.
That was all you had to mutter, they figured it might be beneficial for them to speak nothing of the outside while here. Besides, after your shorter form decided to press your knees down into the floorboards, all their thoughts were wiped. There was the occasional glare or two, but the heat of their internal battles were insignificant as your sparkly lips would suck on one plump tip to the other.
You felt like a cute, cheap whore.
Your nails were medium long, pretty little charms on each nail. Eren’s cock had the pleasure of having hello kitty charms wrapped around his cock while Jean had the luck of having Strawberry shortcake. Truly you were cute, the two could admit that without problem. Watching you destroy your own throat to pleasure them was the best thing your fan’s have seen yet.
Saliva was dripping down your chin as your eyes rolled back unwillingly, only slightly choking on Eren’s long, curved cock. It was so pretty and thick, his tip was a bit on the darker side, but pink. It was kissing the back of your throat as your lips grazed the two thick veins that warned you of the danger ahead.
“Shit-…” Eren couldn’t believe the shiver that ran through him, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. That’s until his anger was deep within as he watched your other hand jerking Jean’s cock off. So, he ended up glaring Jean’s way.. but they were both so pink in the face that nothing could come of it. That especially was true when you slowly reached your lips to touch his pelvis. A significant bulge was seen in your throat only for a second before pulling away and spitting on his cock. A little shaky breath left your lips as you began to move your hand back and forth and back and forth… Eren’s lower stomach tightened. He couldn’t believe this sight.
His precum mixed with your drool was dripping from your lips and chin, right down to that pretty cleavage of yours. That’s the problem though, the second you turned your head to Jean, Eren’s strong hand went down to your chest. His hands were rough, but his touch was gentle as he lifted the tiny fabric up off of your breasts. Your precious nipples looked even more amazing in person.
“Swirl around my tip baby, please..” Jean was obviously more relaxed than Eren, due to his teasing personality. He hasn’t thought of the rivalry once after you got down on your knees. And considering your now slightly glossy lips were around his dick, he couldn’t think about much. That pink tongue of yours slowly swirled around in your mouth, abusing his tip which was a light pink. Jean’s cock was more on the thin side but was absolutely long. A part of you was quite happy that he was more sensitive on his tip.
Slurping up the precum that came from him, you just made a soft moan. Jean felt the vibrations rip through, and it made him buckle. It felt so good that he had to grip at your hair. Jean nor Eren were virgins, but neither had such a bad lil thing on their cocks before. They couldn’t believe how horny they were, how eager they were to get their hands on you. They felt like demons. They wanted to rush their cocks into you so badly. So much, that Jean’s grip on your hair became tighter.. and his cock slipped out of your mouth with a soft pop.
The silence was loud, but the lust was like a drug. Eren and Jean’s rivalry peaked at this moment. Their eyes just piercing the others. And you thought they were going to fight again, but the second you opened your mouth to say something, Eren’s cock slipped into your wet mouth. It made you choke, but he slipped out.
“Keep that mouth open for us… we’ll play nice with each other for now..” It began to be clear which man was talking.. and that deep, rough voice was from Eren. “Yeah, just let us use that pretty mouth a little bit..” that was Jean, his slight mocking tone, deep and rustic. They were oh so different, but what they had in common was using you. Their cocks both plunging deep into your throat one by one. First Eren would slip in with that hook of his, then remove it. Then Jean would slip his pole in, and it continued on.
Your pussy began to throb, leaking right through that tiny fabric as your hands moved to their thighs. You began to squeeze at them, being still. They were so close together, their hips moving back and forth as they guided their cocks in your throat without a second thought. Eren enjoyed the way your eyes teared up, the glossy wall fading once you blinked, causing the tears to fall.
“Taking it so well..” Eren whispered, the melodic sounds of your choking just wrapped around his heart. “Don’t grip her hair too fuckin much…” Eren grumbled to the other male that had you choking as well. Jean only huffed, Eren was right.. he kind of got deep into the pleasure. He softly let go of your hair, thinking Eren was being honest. However, Eren just simply wanted you to himself. He moved a bit and grabbed your hair probably even more tighter than Jean had it. It made your pussy quiver, the aggression making you eager for what’s to come.
“Now… How about-…” Eren began as he gripped his cock and slapped it nicely on your tongue. “-you take this dick in your throat again..” he hissed, only giving out such a deep moan from your lips being wrapped around his cock again. He was throbbing so bad, but he could still look Jean in the eye. It was getting a bit hot in here, the two males were breathing a bit harder than they were a few seconds ago. Jean decided it would be best to remove that shirt of his, his muscles touching the air as you were just hoping to get a glance.. but your mouth was filled with the salty taste of Eren’s cock.
“Always gotta hog… that’s alright though.” Jean shot right back, only getting shorter. You could see in the corner of your eye that he was getting lower and lower and he just disappeared.
“Imma eater…” that’s all you heard before your pathetic demise. The fans watching were absolutely delighted. Just to watch two men who were in the spots that they wanted to be in.. it angered them but they needed to see more. They wanted to watch more. And the tension that arose was from Jean completely tearing through those pink shorts. That thick, brown pussy right above him as he slipped right below you.
His goatee didn’t grow from just anything..
God you wanted to look down so bad at his chiseled face, but you had to remember the most jealous one was corrupting your throat. Eren’s hand was now gripping the back of your throat, demanding your attention with a scoff. But maybe he had to thank Jean just this once. His cock experienced the most sensual vibration coming from your mouth. A sweet little moan came from you the second Jean pulled you down and started sucking your glistening clit. Those strong, powerful arms were keeping your thighs down, flexing on pure instinct.
“Fuck… use his dumb ass face baby… keep those sweet sounds coming…” Eren groaned, choking back his own moans as you were more eager for some reason. Your head bobbed back and forth on his length, slurping and moaning like a little toy that loved to be used for money. But it just was so good, you couldn’t care about seeming like a slut, not when Jean was eating you like this… and his nose, it was so perfect.
Your pussy had never been so tingly, so wet, so numb. You could feel how sore your throat was going to become from all the dick in your mouth. Eren’s cock was so much, yet you stuffed it inside your throat hole everytime. It was so tight, he was having trouble trying to keep at it. He did not want to cum first, no that would be ridiculous. He did not want to lose to Jean, and Jean looked like he would lose. He was gripping your thick ass like he’d never touched an ass before. Squeezing it, molding it, spreading it to get more of that juicy pussy in his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of it… all that pink on the inside.
No, you couldn’t take it. Your body began moving on its own. The little attempt you made at grinding on his face didn’t fail. You were moving back and forth and back and forth. You weren’t sure if Jean could breathe, but you knew he was enjoying it from how his grip got tighter. And you just couldn’t keep sucking Eren’s cock.. not when heaven was being sent to you on earth.
“Ahhh-!.. fuckme-!” Your precious moans finally filled the air. Your face was all messy and wet, and a cock was still laying on it. Your tongue came out again, trying to let Eren back in but he just relished in this picture… you were already drunk off the pleasure.
“Jean!… Jean… feels so fuckin good-… gonna make me cum…” you alerted this with all of your pretty whining. A little giggle even erupted from you as you felt his tongue slip right into your hole.. and his tongue was so long.
“Mess his face up baby.. ride him til he can’t breathe..” Eren growled, bending over only to take advantage of that tongue. He took it in his mouth, the sudden kiss making you hornier as you pressed your lips sloppily onto his. You tasted sinful, the tastes of Jean’s and Eren’s cocks mashed into one and he still kissed you.. even if that was his enemy. You felt the tingles, the rollercoaster of a feeling. Your weight was fully on Jean’s face as you rode it, his nose the star of your pleasure.
Your moan echoed against the walls when Eren pulled away from the exotic kiss. His mean behavior turned you on, and you couldn’t help it.. but when he wrapped his hand around your throat? You had to cum.
“Fuck! I-I’m so sorry-!” You gasped loudly, feeling yourself soak Jean’s handsome face with juices. It was like a small explosion gushing onto his face. Jean couldn’t breathe, but he saw the light when you actually lifted up and the sprinklers turned on. His face was dripping, and of course Eren believed that to be funny.
“Damn ma, you just about drowned his stupid ass…” Eren spat out, silently wishing it was true, but Jean, although quiet at first, laughed. “That wouldn’t be such a shit death.” He retorted back while sitting up. The male then wiped his face in a downward motion as you were sitting on the floor, taken aback. Sure, vibrators could do this.. but not in the sexiest way. Your mind was completely hazy, and your eyes were half lidded. To be honest, you were afraid to ask them what was next. Your body was theirs to play with.. and they knew that full well.
Eventually, you felt your body being lifted off the ground with little to no effort. A small squeal coming from you as you realized it was Eren. His face filled with determination and want as he placed you onto the bed. All you could see were two masculine, rival men glaring at each other for the fifth time. However, they were subtly agreeing on which hole was theirs… and you only realized that late. You realized when you were on top of Eren. His muscles were so firm and so nice to lay on, you had to lay your head on him.
Behind you, it was obvious it was Jean.. gripping onto your jiggly ass as it was poked up a bit in the air.
One cock was eager for your pussy lips, the other eager for your pretty little asshole that winked often. The tension was inevitable, and the want was extreme. It all excited Jean so much that he was already leaking precum on your pretty asshole.
“Please.. hurry.. Eren I need you inside my pussy..” this was almost like a cry for help, you needed the naughty feeling to go away. And Eren couldn’t ignore it, you said his name so cutely… in such a needy voice. Only him, not Jean… that’s because you needed Jean in your asshole.
“I’m big baby, gonna stretch you out some..” Eren warned, his hands softly gripping your waist as you went between to grip Eren’s thick cock. It was leaking so much precum that you believed he was going to cum fast.. but that wasn’t the case. A loud gushing sound followed the actions of his dark pink tip pushing past your small lips. He was quite thick indeed, and his cock stretched you out just as nice. “Stretchin’ me out.. fuck- that’s so much dick..” you hissed, barely going down to his pelvis. You were two thirds of the way down.. but that’s when you felt that familiar pair of lips. They were pressing against your tiny little asshole.
“Jean!” You gasped, your pussy instantly getting wetter from the realization. Jean was deep in the crack of your ass, his tongue dipping in and out of your pretty hole. It was helping more than enough as your pussy was opening up more for Eren’s cock to dive deeper. These men, they were turning you into a pure slut. You were so weak, your asshole was getting so excited that it was also opening up from the saliva from Jean. You were so spread open, you could tell your fans were enjoying this too.. with all the loud pinging donations..
“Oh-ohmygod-… I can’t take this-…” you cried, only for Eren to slowly wrap his strong arms around you.. keeping you pressed against him. Jean didn’t stop, his slurping sounds and his eating only making you dive deep into the intoxicating feeling. Your edges were just fucked up, not laid whatsoever any longer. A loud moan exited you eventually, and the two males realized that Eren was now balls deep into that perfect pussy.
“There she goes..” Jean practically cooed, dripping saliva on your asshole before he slipped his big thumb inside of your hole. You weren’t new to a cock being in your ass, but Jean was big enough to cause you trouble… Obviously he knew this from watching your videos so damn much. What horny bastards they were, that’s what you wanted to say.. but here you were, looking like a sex doll.
And with that thumb slipping in and out of your ass, you slowly moved up and then down. Your pretty ass jiggled when you did, and Eren was so quiet. You had to lift your head.. but you could only see his flushed red face, his eyes intense. His hold on you got tighter the second you looked at him. He could feel every inch of your wall, and his heart was beating so quickly at this fact. All he could do was bite back his moans, letting you bounce up and down on his thickness.
Jean might not like Eren, but the way your pussy sucked his cock up was damn near art. The sloppy plops of skin began to get louder the more eager you were. The aching feeling of needing an orgasm was just scratching at you.
“Fuck- dick so good.. oh-.. thank you.. thank you..” you babbled out, moans unable to be kept back, you sounded pathetic. It made Jean’s cock jolt when you sounded that way. He wasn’t in yet, but Eren was.. and he could barely speak.
“She’s saying thank you.. the least you could do is say you’re welcome..” Jean meanly said to Eren, knowing the male was too prideful to moan in a girl's ear, let alone yours. But for some reason Eren was blank minded enough to agree. He let a deep, raspy moan go when he opened his mouth..
“You’re fucking welcome ma.. keep taking it. I know you can.” he couldn’t muster out much, but his words went right down your spine. Jean had a great view of your spine, he could see your pretty little arch. “That’s right love, listen to Eren just this once. Only because he’s right this time..”
Eren wanted to talk shit so badly, however before anything could come out.. he only groaned. He sharply breathed in when you squeezed tight around his dick. Your sweet russet colored face was contorted in pure pleasure, your golden pussy trapping Eren in erotica. You were tightening up because Jean was aligned with your slightly agape asshole. His tip prodding about before slipping in.
“Fuck she’s grippin me..” Eren couldn’t hold back, he moaned out deeply, his hands moving to your hips as he squeezed tight. That’s when he slowly bucked his hips up into yours. His cock followed the movement. Eren was fucking up into your tight death grip, his body able to do as such because he was athletic.
“I can’t take it~… Oh shit~…” it was like you were drunk, partially present in the moment as your asshole stretched open. The more Eren fucked up into you with purpose, the more Jean could slip inside. Jean’s face was filled with need.. he was only a little bit inside but enough to slip in and out. And for once in their lives, the rivals were in sync. Thrust after thrust…
“So much-!… m’gonna cum!..”
Thrust thrust thrust thrust…
“I’m not even in all the way baby…you better hold that in..” Jean pleaded as he felt you tighten up even more than you already were. Jean however, pushed right through. The amazing feeling of your tightest, richest walls against his cock made him feel on top of the world. This whole thing was like a dream, to finally be in this sweet, adorable room filled with plushies of all sorts. Any other time he’d definitely joke about Eren laying down in a bed full of plushies, but they both were getting play from the sexiest girl they knew of.
And damn could you take cock.
You were begging your insides not to cum so quickly, Jean was taking advantage of your slippery goodness.. using it as lube as well as his spit. Mixed together, you were just opening up more and more for his long cock. The urge to just plunge through was so high, but you could now easily take half of his cock.. and that’s all he needed to pound you. Eren had a hold onto your hips, so Jean gripped your waist.
“Best fuckin dick ever..” you drooled on Eren’s right peck. Crying out for dear life as your asshole was being drilled into as well. It was overstimulating, unreal.. and unfair. You got to a point where it was hard distinguishing the two from one another, and they both could see that.
“Who’s beating this pussy up…” Eren teased, his hair sticking to his forehead just a little as he moaned into your ear.
“Y-..ah…Jea-…n-no… Eren..”
It was cute of you to mess up…
“Who’s stretching this asshole out..?” Jean questioned, watching you babble out nonsense before you breathed in loudly. “Jean!..” hearing his name made him shiver.. He didn’t know if he could last as long as Eren was… truly he’d give that to him. But the way you ass recoiled against his pelvis, and the way your asshole puckered around his cock? He couldn’t hold out much longer.
No.. he really couldn’t, and he was ashamed but from what he could see? This pretty brown ass was just the death of him. Jean folded hard, and he watched you bounce back on him ever so slowly. Eren had to stop thrusting upwards because you took Jean’s cock as a dildo. Oh you were gonna milk him so bad.
“M’gonna squirt..” you coughed, unable to breathe properly as your pretty pussy forced Eren out. The pretty spray of liquid came out on Eren’s cock as Jean let go. Jean couldn’t hold it anymore… no.. not when you squirted from his cock being in your fat ass. His moans were constant, loud and known. He made sure you understood you were milking him and that hot substance was you draining his cock… “ooh-.. fuck- it’s so-.. so sticky..”
Eren felt accomplished, he made it.. He didn’t cum first, but that was something he couldn’t think of right now, what he had to think of was how humiliating it was to have Jean’s cum drip down and down.. slipping just slightly into your pussy and on Eren’s tip. It made him growl almost, but you slipped Eren right back inside you pussy… bouncing away. Your pussy was so creamy now, making loud noises as if it was talking to Jean and Eren.. Eren fucking loved how noisy your pussy was, practically speaking of how perfect this felt.. how nicely it was fucked…
“Cum in me Eren~.. please.. wanna mix y’all’s cum so bad…” moaning out , Eren heard your naughty request. To be fair, it was sexy and nasty. His rival’s cum was already inside of your ass and some in your pussy.. but it was making a white ring around Eren’s cock…
“Eren please!” Your voice was hoarse, and that’s the last thing Eren needed.. For some reason that caused his precious dick to twitch, and that means his cum was painting your walls. He sounded a bit animalistic when he came inside of you, gripping tighter and tighter on your hips as he was begging you to stop bouncing with just his fingers digging in your skin.
You could feel a hotter substance inside now. All from Eren. His was a bit more liquid-like, but it still mixed with Jean’s cum.. your wish inevitably coming true. Two hunks just came in your two holes, both stretched to meet their cock sizes.
It was so sinful to be there, laying with both holes dripping the cum of two rivals… but the fans loved it. You loved it.
__ garden tool!Satoru Gojo is the hoe of jujutsu college, he’s known by many.. for good looks, funny commentary, and a big slinky dick he can’t keep in his pants. What happens when he gets ahold of black!nerdy!reader who has read too many smut books…
Content
__ black!reader, female!reader, gojo is a hoe, unprotected risky sex, creampies, slight power bottom!reader, dirty talk, floor sex, oral, worshipping cock, pussy drunk Satoru, lots of teasing
___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
A/n : I did not read this over…lol
Sweet angels almost always fall to the inevitable conclusion of becoming corrupted. Could anyone imagine the bright blue eyed whore of a man being a sweet angel? The answer to that daring question was no. Not even the most artistic souls that specialized in imagination couldn’t see that man being anywhere near angelic. Sure, his hair was as white as precious angel wings but his actions made even the devil flustered.
If there was one person on campus that knew nothing of this so-called angel, they must be new to the school. And how funny is that? Your eyes were all bright and bold behind your lens, only trying to read the printed words in the sweet book that you brought a few days ago. Unfair to you, your friend continuously spat out nonsense about a certain someone. To be honest, you had no care or wonder about this person, you didn’t care if his dick was 50 feet, you just simply weren’t interested.
Being new to a college was like death already. The large buildings, the huge campus that felt like a terrible maze, the shitty yet interesting students. All of it was truly too much for you, a girl who radiated sweet angel energy.
“And they said he got like 40 bodies”
“Anddd that is a walking std..” you muttered this under your breath, flipping the thin page of your book as you breathed in the sweet calming air of the library. Honestly it’s the most comfortable library you’ve ever been in. Nobody was really here, that is, other than you and your lovestruck friend who had her whorish tendencies. However, you judged her not one bit. Sometimes men are just too hot for their own good.
“He is not. I heard he got tested for everything last week.” With confidence boosting from her and her tongue making an appearance to show how excited she was.. it made you laugh. “Girl. That boy got his business practically runnin ‘round here like a roadrunner.” You blurted out, still keeping your quietness to a level. It was quite hard to do so, especially since what she said was so hilarious. This.. Gojo guy really had the bitches after him.
You shall not be one.
That’s what you said in your head when you began leaving the library with your friend. That’s what you thought. There’s just no way a real life guy could compete with the fictional glory of men. When they were written correctly your pussy was like an excited dog, and as the owner of said sex organ, you had to tell her multiple times to sit down. But as stated, you only feel that absorbing need when it’s a fictional man.
So how come the second you see this Satoru Gojo guy walking past the library, your pussy starts leaking? It was far from realistic, it was like a poorly written love at first sight scene. The slow motion occurs, Sakura flower petals are flowing right past you and he’s giving you the most sinister smirk. He might’ve winked at you as well but you did not look hard enough to tell. You just about burnt your heel considering how quickly you turned on it. And if you had pearls they would be clutched in both hands.
Ridiculous it was. That man was over 6 feet tall, his jawline was sculpted by God personally and his eyes were just unreal. This was so unreal that it pissed you off… Not only that, but that was your first encounter with him, though, luckily not your only.
Swallowed up by your thoughts and smutty little brain, you began having some dreams about him. It was quite unfair as well. You weren’t an ugly girl, no, but your confidence with talking to men and the way you portray yourself just wasn’t giving you a great outcome. A hobbit you were, so, every party, every event, you merely stayed away. Those things were filled with horn dogs and cheaters. Not saying you aren’t a horny beast but you could control it.
Besides, while college life is filled with unexpected events, drama, and experiences, you always focus on school itself. Maybe that is why Satoru found you so interesting. It was obvious actually, obvious to everyone but you. See, considering you are new, you do not know Satoru’s character or the way he goes about things. Number one thing he loves doing is making it seem like he’s fairly interested in a girl. Sitting next to her constantly, being all sweet, showing genuine interest in her hobbies… The man was slick in his own twisted ways.
But unfortunately he has met his match.
According to everyone else, you brought the opposite of Gojo Satoru to the school. You were the female angel, sweet and kind, quiet yet attentive. People felt genuine energy flowing from you right into them, and your beauty fit the description of your own character traits. You were that sweet angel that people spoke of. But people still fail to realize that as a teen, Satoru was a sweet angel too. And what happens to all sweet angels? Unforeseen circumstances.
“Liar… Just tell the truth already…” Your pretty eyes glanced around the shabby room filled with boxes of books and some old computers here and there. Today you were tasked by the librarian to switch out some books that were rotting on the shelves. It was a rich Friday, and she always entrusted you to not do anything drastic on Friday. But oh was she wrong this time…
“Okay so I’ve been with aroundddd…. 10, 35…- 60 people. Porn stars got more bodies than me!” There he is in all his stride, attempting to swallow you up in this trap of innocence. With over 60 bodies theres just no way a drop of innocence would even save him. Not to add salt to your wound, but his troublesome, sky blue eyes were watching you intently while you walked around the room. He could notice your slight tremble, your anxiousness and your heat that radiated off you. He knew when a woman wanted him , and he was sure you did.
At first he thought you’d want nothing to do with him. A girl that keeps her bag so deep in her side, filled with books and notebooks for each class? That’s an organizational trait, and that burned him like holy water burning a demon.
“You don’t consider yourself a pornstar by now? You practically fucked every girl in our government class” you might’ve been a bit more on the blunt side, staring into his eyes without a lick of trouble casting. To be frank, Satoru enjoyed the sass from you. It was something he hadn’t experienced, he also enjoyed watching how your sun kissed skin would glow just under a shitty light. He wasn’t falling in love, no, he’s just never had someone like you before. You’re merely a sentence on his checklist.
Fuck y/n till she’s drooling out.
And the only reason you’re even on his sinful checklist is because he simply figures you’re a freak. There’s a premonition he has of you, this creative picture in his mind that he knows is about 80 percent true. For one, you enjoy hiding your physical assets instead of showing them off. Secondly, his glimpses of the front covers of your books has done him well to know that you’re smut crazy. Third, you are quite pretty without makeup.
He wants that.
“Nah.. maybe for you I could be. I’m not taking anything up the ass though” his joke was met with his own slight laughter as he leaned more against the frame of the door. Great, trapping you in here. You had no idea how he even knew you were here. One second he’s drowning in people at a party he threw himself and now he’s here messing with you at 11am. He really wanted to check you off his list…
It made you cringe, but his appearance was nothing to cringe about. He was wearing one of those nice fitting compression shirts, a black one with those forbidden, unspoken, grey sweatpants. Who doesn’t love that..? Who doesn’t love the obvious pole in his pants, all rock hard and just aching for you to play with it. His mischievous little playful smirk started to show while your imaginary scene took over.. He caught you staring at his bulge and that was just game over for you.
That’s before your eyes sharpened, you finger demandingly pointing in his direction.
“I’m not fuckin you Satoru…” you stood your ground, only having those thoughts disperse into thin air. You were serious.
“I’m not fuckin you Satoru~ . That’s what you said to me.. remember~?”
His joking manner made you sick to your stomach, or maybe it was his cocky smirk that revealed his pretty white teeth. Either way, the joke was on you for now. You were the one with a cock deep in your throat. It ached, but your gag reflex was minimal. Satoru took interest in that quickly. He wondered what you did to train it that way…
“Do you go around just sucking dick?.. how come I can fuck your throat-… shit-.. like this?” Satoru will admit, as much as he loved teasing you, a part of him was just a tad bit worried. Your piercing, dark eyes were staring up at him with glossy barriers. And this is while he’s slowly slipping in and out of your throat. He’s never had a girl do such a thing. It made his heart flutter, it made his cock jolt.
“Naughty girl~.. i knew I was right.” He chuckled a bit, mixing with a deep rumble of a moan as he tensed up. He could feel your pretty little pink tongue caressing the underside of his cock. Monster, that’s what you were, especially while your knees burned and stung. No matter to you, all you could think about was making this man crazy about you.
Your chin was drenched in your own saliva, but a satisfied look attached to your face. Satoru stopped rocking his pelvis into your face because he felt himself slipping. As a sex god, there’s no way he’d fail to deliver, especially to a virgin. Then again, with the way his baby blue eyes watched you grip his cock finally.. and start bobbing your head? Satoru felt that hint of heaven he’d never truly experienced.
An electric shock stunned him. “Oh fuck-… this is gonna be fun..” He could barely speak without a groan releasing from his throat, of course it was going to be fun.. But he hasn’t realized that this fun was going to be all yours. He hasn’t fully grasped the concept of you, and that was truly unfortunate. This man’s cock, how pretty and thick it was.. how it had a slight curve… the way it held weight, you loved it. You had to cherish it.
Call it worship, call it using.. you simply couldn’t care, you just enjoyed sucking his cock. You slurped up your saliva that was mixed with his Precum, he tasted a bit too salty but it would do. You spit the naughty substance right back on his cock before slurping it up all over again. Shoving his cock back inside that wet cavern of greatness. That tongue of yours definitely enjoyed his tip more than anything. Swirling it around the pink sensitivity, Gojo could feel his knees buckle. It happened so quickly that he felt like he was going to fall.
Did he want to back out? You were a shitty little demon, he kinda did but he would not back down. He noticed you were a demon when you’d personally slap his weighty dick on your tongue. Only to make a moan slip from your throat when you swallowed him again.. Your throat was so tight, he could feel his stomach turning in knots as he tried absolutely so hard not to hurt you. See, Satoru is known for gripping a girl’s hair but for some odd reason he noticed that you were just a little too precious to his cock for him to hurt you like that.
Besides, he was going brain dead anyway. From being nothing but a whore, he didn’t have much brains anyway, but now he was just gone for good. The room was filled with the gross sounds of gurgling and dry moans that could make your pussy just drip. Speaking of, you were so damn horny that you were using one hand to caress that pretty cock Satoru had.. the other had slid to your nether regions. You played with the pretty, glistening pearl that was between your pussy lips.. completely entranced with sucking on this man’s cock. It shocked Satoru.. he couldn’t believe his eyes.
You were having so much fun.
“Fuck.. stop… shit-.. shit-…” Satoru doesn't really know what happened to him, he doesn’t know if it was your tongue underneath his cock, the slurping, the sucking, or the fact that you were touching yourself at the same time… or maybe it was the moans that vibrates against his cock. All of it was unfair, he didn’t know what it was but he needed to cum… he didn’t want to.
“Damn-…” he repeated, his usual jokes were gone, he couldn’t think of anything or say anything. All he could do was stare into your mischievous eyes as he finally gripped at your hair. Sure it hurt, but you couldn’t think straight either.. you’ll scold him later.
But with such an angelic, sexy moan coming from past his lips, you didn’t know if you could scold him. Especially not with your mouth suddenly being filled with warm, white, sticky cum. It was all so sudden, and it was just as much as the others said. So much came out of him… so much to swallow. That sent Satoru over the edge, that was it… you took first place in sucking him off… but god did he want to rip you off of him. He was overstimulated… and you were still slurping up every drop. Your lips felt like hell to him right now, he was actually jolting.
“Ah-… ah shit.. get off…”Satoru finally caught his breath when you actually did. His cock not yet limp but it was sensitive. But what was more sensitive was his ego, and you were tearing it down by smirking up at him. Fuck, it got his blood boiling. Satoru was not one to get mad and he wasn’t officially mad but he had a smidge of agitation. You really think you could just do that to him? What else did you think you could do?
“You didn’t taste that good but your dick is pretty.” You said bluntly, your angelic facade completely washed away as he leaned back onto a nearby wall. There was absolutely nothing in the room but dusty boxes and a table that would probably fall if you two were to fuck on it. He was still recovering, but he got a thrill just watching you look around.. he just knew you were looking around for a place to fuck.
“You faker… You gotta have about 20 bodies under your belt..” the white haired male spat out, genuinely confused. You slightly rolled your eyes before you started to slowly remove your pants. “Just three.. all previous boyfriends so this is the first time I’m dealin with a guy outside of a relationship..” you admitted, giving him a playful smirk before your pants dropped.. leaving you in your comfy hoodie. But gojo could see.. your body was as beautiful as he knew it to be. “I’m not seeing it. You been with more-..”
“It’s bout’ to feel that way reallll soon”
The way you said that gave him a reason to brace himself. Although, that still wasn’t enough for what was now happening to him. All he could see was a huge, juicy ass bouncing on him as he laid on the cold rustic floor.. Satoru was damn sure happy you were turned the other way, because his eyes… those pretty eyes were just rolling back without hesitation. The second you slid his cock in, it felt like sweet sensations. Those walls were so tight together, like nobody has ever been inside. But, your feet were planted on the floor with ease, and you were just bouncing and bouncing.
The shitty little room you two were in was so empty, so the echoes of your thick ass clapping, was loud. Satoru was damn near afraid you’d break his pelvis from bouncing down like that. But his worries disappeared once he heard those melodies come from your mouth.
“Big ass dick… Course’ you’ll have girls runnin.. but they can’t take it as good as me..” you spoke clear, but your moans were lacing each word. Satoru could understand you, and he could see it with clear eyes. You took his cock like a champ, it disappeared every second into your soaking wet cunt, all brown, sloppy from saliva and Precum. All satoru could do was reach forward and take a tight feel of your ass cheeks. He kind of pulled them just to watch your tight pussy take his pale girth, and your asshole winking at him…
“Damn sure can’t…” Satoru’s words were slurred, this man saw stars in the air as he breathed out shakily. It was hard for him to keep good oxygen in his lungs because you were bouncing it out of him.. The sex was so intense that he was sweating.. and he wasn’t even doing the moving for once. His limbs were sticking to the floor and surely that was unsanitary but all he cared about was your pussy.. oh that pretty thing. The man began to chuckle, feeling like he was loosing it inside your cunt.
How did you know he was losing it? He was trying so hard to keep his moans in, and his toes were damn near crossing over each other.. like he was begging for some help.. he felt betrayed even though he predicted this! He was the one that said you were a secret freak! He was the one that said those smut books probably did you well…
“What the fuck is happening…”
“You gettin harder… that’s cuz you about to cum..”
“No I’m nottt-..” Satoru sounded like he was whining, but he knew his legs weren’t trembling for no reason. You could feel it, your orgasm wasn’t truly there yet but you hoped he was getting there. You needed to teach him a lesson. “I’m so gonna fuck you till you-” poor thing couldn’t even finish his sentence. He choked up, all while he felt the bell being hit. That last bounce you gave him was enough for the snake to take his breath away. His moan almost sounded inhuman, rugged as he splashed his cum in your pretty kitty.
He couldn’t even pull out, he had no time to do that. That wasn’t even an option…
“Till I what?.. finish your sentence..” you teased him, slowly slipping him from your death grip of a pussy. He watched the white substance drip from your hole and it just put him on alert. His cock was still standing, and that’s what amazed you. “Till my buddy goes down..” Satoru breathed out, realizing it was just not budging. He knew he had to fuck you.. and from what all you just did to him? He had to ruin you… and the second you proposed yourself to him? Your pretty ass in the air with that perfect arch slightly covered by that obnoxious hoodie?
“You’re a faker…”
It just had him stunned… he should’ve known when you took of your glasses before sucking him off.. he should’ve known when you’d speak so bluntly. How come he was so right but it was still unpredictable?
“You’re just-.. too good..” he whispered, getting right behind your plush ass. He almost felt like he was torturing his cock by slipping it back inside that warmth of yours..his cum mixed with your juices started gushing around his cock, dripping down his balls…
__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, Squirting ,creaming, the word slut, impreg, breeding, size diff, teasing, pussy eating, talk of getting reader pregnant, unprotected sex
___brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
a/n
__ I’m so sorry I didn’t post in a year I think lmao. Idk what happened. Forgive me :(
Sasuke Uchiha
It’s not unknown, everyone has heard his preaching about his clan and he wants to restore it. However, most people are more of speaking behind his back. How can he restore a clan when he is the only one left and yet he’s cold, frosted and lonesome? Where is the woman of his dreams? It’s merely the fact of his life, and frankly, even he knew it. Appearing to everyone in Konoha, he’s lonely, an outcast, forlorn.
That truly wasn’t it. The male simply didn’t want to settle for a woman that wasn’t worth his while. This man came from a family filled with talent and ruthless power. Indeed, he could’ve easily rushed into a relationship, however he would like more of a stable relationship. Now, justified, he is fucking a woman that bared no ring on her finger yet, but she was still his.
How could anyone not tell? The second she decided to move into the village, Sasuke found himself staying longer rather than going out on ventures. Everyone figured he’d just gotten tired, and that’s when women of all different shapes and sizes would line up. Unfortunately, they just didn’t understand… They didn’t get it.
“How come you’re so strong, but you can’t give me more..” Those words were like a black feather running down your back. All you could feel were your knees giving out, your body seeping into the bed. But Sasuke wasn’t having that… no.. he needs you to cum again. He needs you at your most neediest, he needs to warp your mind. Maybe it was manipulation, but you enjoyed his dick so much.. how come you weren’t trying to give him a baby already?
Okay.
“Sasukeee, shit~! Stop- gonna make me squirt..” Your words fell on deaf ears. Truly, the Uchiha couldn’t care or give a damn. Besides, you didn't taste bad at all. The male’s tongue was not afraid to slip into regions nobody has ever been before. Your pretty, glistening, brown lips were dripping in juices and saliva. It was a mess, and Sasuke purely enjoyed you in such a state. He’s not known to be with many women but he knew what he was doing. Seeing how you were slipping right through his fingers from pure ecstasy, seeing your pussy gush from just a bit of sucking on that clit… It was easy… But Sasuke would’ve been curse you if you weren’t so damn beautiful.
“There it is.. Don’t make it difficult next time.”
This man couldn’t hide it. He was entranced, he was deeply in love. If you could see him right now, your pussy juices dripping from his face, his right eye was now a deep red that showed the uchiha’s purpose. Red, menacing and ruthless.. while the other stayed that pretty purple. His senses, they were all on you. His eyes half lidded and his lips almost parted from each other as his fair colored cock slipped right back into you. Right after slurping on that pussy like a good smoothie.
It turned your world quick. He slid in like a key, it was perfect. Those veiny hands touched your shoulders, causing you to shiver as he ran down your shimmery brown arms, right to your wrists. Your pretty, fucked out face was pushed firm into the bed as you had no leverage to keep yourself up. Drool seeped out of your mouth onto the sheets as your eyes yelled with hearts.
You loved this man. Should you give him children? No… yes? Your mind was all over the place, but it stayed stuck in the gutter.
Sasuke kept both your wrists, pulling them back as he watched you give in. He could physically see it happen to you. It actually made his eyes widen just a smidge as the blood continued to run to his cock. Fuck. Were you really giving up? He noticed your tone, how your moans were more like chirps, whines. He didn’t stop. His thrusts were rough yet so slow and dangerously addictive. Each thrust gave a flutter to your insides, the ripples of your ass got more intense with each one. Sasuke damn sure didn’t take his eyes off of that, he loved the way that brown mound of an ass slapped against him. It was so far from ugly.
“What are you going to do for me…” His voice was grazing your skin, his breathing only getting louder as he held back each moan… The mattress was poor, all of the convincing, the pleas.. the mattress was just as broken down as you. Your walls were so nicely abused by this man that you had to thank him. You truly did! And as your next orgasm began to fall, you did too.
“Oh-oh-.. fuck! M-Imma’ give you a baby.. my- fuck Sasuke! Imma have your baby-..” it was so hard for you to speak, and yet you spit it out. Oh, you got to hear the pathetic groan of Sasuke.. just continuously diving deep into you as he let go of your wrists unwillingly. It’s like his hands got weak. You noticed this and practically gasped before lifting your upper body and he just knew his time was done.
Sasuke uchiha took pride in himself, but this? You were such a little sex demon.
“Yeah.. imma give you all your fuckin babies.. get me pregnant.” Now sass revealed, and Sasuke was trying to bite back his words and imagination. It was going wild while he noticed you bouncing back on his cock. It was disappearing every second, your pussy just swallowed it up with each bounce. He couldn’t even keep up… no, he kept thinking about that round belly.
His fingers were digging so hard in your hips they may leave marks. That’s how you knew he was so close.. he was right there. It was true, Sasuke’s breathing was getting heavier, quicker.. and his grip on you was tight.. but not as tight as your pussy.
“Too fucking tight.. take it… take it all then.” Although his voice was deep, he couldn’t hide that sharp, whistle of a moan that slipped by when he pushed forward, just balls deep in your brown pretty pussy. You couldn’t breathe, but you felt the warmth and splash of cum in your pussy. It was so much, it happened so quickly..
And all you had to say was that you’d have his babies…?
“All that cum…” You whispered as his head was resting on your upper back. You could feel his breathing all hot on your back as he was actually rubbing his thumbs gently on your hips. He was such a meanie but sometimes he just knew when to be nice. He was going to have to be nicer when you’re plump with his kids…
Satoru Gojo
You merely believe he’s joking. Literally, you didn’t blink an eye. Perhaps that sent a terrible message to the jokester. Fanning your hand at him, watching a shitty little documentary about something boring. The clocks in your head just weren’t turning correctly. But seriously, how could they when this grown man was pouting?
“Y/n… I want a baby. I wanna dress him up in identical clothes.” He said, you remember it clearly when he said this. He was not serious, couldn’t be. That little laugh that came from him, his animated expressions of demonstrating having a child. “Yeah okay Gojo” you spit out, only to turn back to your phone without having another thought about it.
You literally signed your name on the dotted line.
“You promiseeeee?”
“Yeah yeah..”
That’s what you said, and Satoru nodded. Now why did you believe that was the end of it? Probably because your boyfriend is a jokester and he plays too many games. You could tell when he was joking or being serious right? Or maybe you just weren’t looking at him and taking him seriously? It was the latter.
The whole day was filled with normalcy , nothing said of a baby nor a child. It was supposed to be a joke.
“Na ah ah… Keep them just~ like~ this~… Makes ya’ look even prettier this way” The male was piercing you with his words, they dug right in you just like his cock. He was just simply admiring his work, watching you fold your legs in a pretzel by his command. He really took a liking to this position, especially since he could hold onto your ankles.
All you did was shakily breathe out, your eyes filled with gloss and regret. Why didn’t you believe him? Now your pussy was getting all ruined and messy. And he was chuckling about it!
“Atta girl..” he spoke, the steam of his words burning right through you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Embarrassed by your gushy noises coming from your needy cunt, you decided not looking at Satoru would suffice. However, he just wasn’t having that.. first you don’t believe him, now you didn’t want to look at him? You were going to be teased today, you deserved it.
“Look at me, pretty. Watch me put a baby in you, since you thought I was jokin’..” Satoru didn’t miss a beat, his cock going in and out and in and out. You were forced to stare at him now, but you got butterflies looking into his deep, light blue eyes. They glowed with intent on getting you full with babies. But you couldn’t look at his cock going in and out. If you did, you’d see your lower stomach just bulging out ever so slightly. He was so juicy and big. His cock was as pale colored as him, veiny and had an ever so slight curve that would tease at your g-spot. And the tip of it was so pink, just as pink as your insides.
“S-Sat-…”
“That’s not my name.. Say it full out for me” His smirk was laced throughout his words as he watched your eyes roll back. Those pretty russet colored breasts were bouncing so much he could internally laugh at your predicament… Sure, you looked beautiful but sometimes it’s funny when you’re wrong. And you were wrong about it all. “Satoru… Satoru baby..” you choked out, your legs slipping from the pretzel position as you became tired.. but he just gave a little shrug.
It was alright, because he pressed his lanky fingers and his palm against the underside of your thighs and he pushed forward. You were folded up again, yet in an entirely different position as you watched him concentrate. He couldn’t stop, not for a second. Those burly arms of his were flexing as his pretty blue eyes watched your pussy eat his cock up. He was enjoying the show… and he enjoyed it even more when your eyebrows were all furrowed. He only looked up at your face once to experience heaven.
“Satoru-… O-Okay~… J-Just dump a baby in me- fuck.” You finally said it, and you threw your head back as he sped up his thrusts. His white locks of hair looked like the sun up above as he had a daring smirk on his face before he got serious. That pussy was talking to him, and he’d be dumb not to respond.
The bed was making noise with each thrust, and Satoru gripped your thighs tight. He tightened his core and gave it all he had, turns out that was just a bit too much for you because you were already creaming on his pretty dick. It was an artistic expression.. just coating his cock in your cum, it made him chuckle.. a moan following it.
“Messy…” Satoru muttered before the thrusts ceased and he slid out of your pretty little gaping hole before gently slipping two lanky fingers into you. It made you jolt with pleasure and overstimulation. It made you look at him with confusion, but you were too late. His cock slid right back into you, and his fingers slipped into his mouth.. just tasting every bit of your naughty substances.
“Oh my god-..” you moaned loudly, feeling like you were going to cry from the deepest sex you’ve ever experienced. But you weren’t the only one. Tasting your sweet cum while digging in your pussy with his tip was the best feeling ever. And Satoru was not one to keep his moans to himself. He made sure you knew your pussy was the best.
“Gonna have my baby right?”
“Yess-.. all of them…” you cried out, gripping the bedsheets and damn near tearing them.. that’s before you heard the prettiest, deepest moan. His blue eyes were filled with intense energy and warmth, that’s before you were filled with the same things… warmth and his energy.
“Damn right”
Eren Yeager
“You think I’d look cute pregnant or would I look ugly?”
Eren looked at you while you had stuffed clothes under your shirt. You shaped it so it looked like a belly, and to be fair.. you looked cute. Not saying that because you were his girlfriend, but just in general. He kind of rolled his eyes though. “Cute. Why would you look ugly” his tone sounds like he’s uninterested, but his heart thumped in ways he couldn’t explain. He never really thought of you pregnant.. and why the hell not?
“Dunno. I just can’t see it.” You added as you removed the clothes, only adding fire to the already burning house that was laying on the bed as it watched you in the bathroom mirror.
That’s when said house stood up and with a sigh he and his tall form was now behind you. His long, brown hair tickled your head while his hands grazed against your ass before stopping at your hips. He was bare at the top… scars and battles from the war on his chest that showed his strength.. truth be told, it made you wet.
“Can’t see it? Well maybe cuz’ it’s not real. See.. women get a glow from pregnancy.. not sayin you ain’t already got that.. but it’s a different glow.” Eren explained gently as you felt the cold touch of his chain behind you.. just whispering against the back of your neck. You stared at him in the mirror as he smirked with those pretty white teeth. “And how do you know all that..” you purred, almost teasing him.
“It’s a real thing.. some women get it. But you’re so gorgeous, I just know you’d turn even more heads than you do already, baby” He stopped to look at you, but not in the mirror.. from the side of your face before he kissed your jawline. “Eren… you don’t know that though-..” “wanna bet?”
The little sex fairy put an arrow right through the both of you. Had you not looked at him in a sultry manner, Eren would’ve probably let it go. He hasn’t thought about babies.. but the second you say something about pregnancy and he’s all over it like white on rice. To be fair, it was quite pathetic in a way, and he’ll admit it.. but he got weak thinking about you just all chunky with his kid.
Eren’s imagination was bright and sunny, and his determination was just that much bigger.
“R-Right there….” You sharply breathed in as you watched the man in the mirror. His veiny, scruff hand around your throat with ease. He was treating you like a puppet, making sure you stayed in the same position, and moved to his heart's content. “I know baby.. I know..” he practically cooed, his other hand caressing your thigh that was up on the sink counter. It was jiggling just as much as your ass was as he gave slow and soft strokes inside of you. This was one of Eren’s soft days.. Free from anger, free from frustration.. he has been like this for awhile now.. maybe after being discharged he’s calmed down.
Sex with him now is like a sweet sensual melody… and as of right now, he needed it to be.
“What am I doin right now, baby..”
“Y-You m-makin love to me..” you slurred out, eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you choked back a moan.
“Thats right… and why am I going so deep..”
“So I can give y-fuck… so I can give you a baby..” you moaned out sharply as the once cold, marble counter was now filled with the warmth of your body heat and the warm sex you two were taking part in.. The floor beneath you both was a bit wet, Eren didn’t care… He never did care for mess. Especially now.
“Thats right… Give me that reward for beating this pussy so good.” The words Eren spoke were like vibrations to your clit. It shook you to your core, like it was on the highest setting. He knew what to say and what buttons to press in your mind. Not only that, but he knew this position was so deep. You were opened up like a slut, and the way your pussy was gurgling on his cock was just embarrassing.. but that showed just how open it was.. how stretched it was for him and him only.
Eren loved it, let alone your tears falling down your face. It made him speed up. The small little decor on the sink’s counter was pushed off by accident, and your body was now being lifted from the floor a bit as his thrusts were now close together. You couldn’t feel the floor with your foot.. and the other was perched on the counter still.
“Eren!.. oh- fuck me..” your mind was spinning. It’s like you could feel each vein of his cock on your pink walls. You could feel your pussy crying for release, your orgasm at the tippy top. It was like a waterfall, your body trembled, but you could tell you weren’t the only one reaching that high.
Eren got quiet. And everytime he gets quiet, he starts biting that bottom lip of his.. he gets all red in the face and his brown hair starts to stick to his forehead a bit. His eyes spark focus, and he will then drop his head back. You watched it in the mirror, his every move.. that’s before he looked at you in the mirror once before a husky chuckle left his lips.. a moan escaping from his throat.. it was from the depths of his heart..
And his cum straight from his heavy balls went straight into your wetness. Your body took in every drop, every single one.
“I-Ion know if that did it or not..lemme try again”
First off, thanks to everyone who’s ever liked my posts, reblogged them, or commented. It truly means a lot to me as some random girl who sometimes enjoys writing random filth. Started off on wattpad, ended up here surprisingly… I didn’t think this was going to go all that well but it seems to be doing good as of right now!
I am not your typical “post every week” writer and I’m sorry for that. I work overnight and sometimes writing just isn’t an option over sleep lol! However, I’ll try to do better.. try. My main issue at the moment is some blockage.
So with that said… PLEASE… send your requests my way. Not saying I will do all of them, however if you are chosen or i get some type of inspiration I will most definitely give thanks and acknowledgment!
__ black!reader is ravaged, stretched, and disciplined by her older side piece, Nanami Kento. there's no more "trying to work things out" with her boyfriend. not when this older, experienced man is fucking her raw.
Contains
__ size difference, thick reader, reader is cheating, impreg, raw dogging it, nanami smokes, oral fixation, sucking dick heavily, daddy <3, lots of teasing, almost caught
__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color..whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
__ a/n : not truly proof read(which means not really read by me a thousand times before posting. Sorry for any mistakes lol
Patience was a word that originated with the businessman well. There were many things that failed in his life, and yet patience is what drove him to success. It was a mere moral that he went by ever since that day. However, a sudden surge of intensity flowed through him like electricity. It began to nag at him every day, and it scratched at his insides.
It was an itch he somehow couldn’t reach.
It appeared overnight, and the itch would mentally drain him. He knew full well what the issue was, but saying it or admitting it would be his downfall. Everyday he’s tried to forget, shun, and or cause the thoughts to disappear. But he was losing patience with himself. It was hilarious really, but the funniest thing about it was that the root cause of all of this was… pussy.
As blunt and as pathetic as it sounded, the blonde knew all well that this was about pussy.
And this wasn’t any regular pussy.
It wasn’t just pussy.
It was your pussy.
The purest gold between your legs caused Nanami Kento to lose patience. Let’s not get it wrong, he knew he could have it on a silver platter. Nanami knew he could have it at his front door. The man knew he could have it on his balcony. But you were playing around a bit too much for him to snag you right back in. You’ve ignored his calls, avoided his messages, and you’ve surely blocked him from your socials. But this was all a facade and Nanami knew it.
You think a man as smart as him would fall for such nonsense? A few weeks ago you were just beneath him, begging, sobbing, and using that dreamy pussy to quench his thirst. You had no problem parting your legs for him, and you had little to no problem conjuring up a sore throat from giving him brain in his Rolls Royce.
That little boy who was your so-called “boyfriend” was surely the problem. And although you were in your twenties, and your boyfriend also happened to be the same age, Nanami was older. The experience flowed from him like water, and it showed in the ways he’d treat you. That boyfriend of yours was the problem. He showed little to no care towards you, and he’s the one who shacked up with another woman first. You just happened to retaliate a bit better. However you’ve now gotten back with him, and stopped contact with Nanami. That’s what was peeling at him day and night.
But the blonde was tired of games. It was all childish to him, and he’s a grown man with a grown ass dick, he has no time to waste. This was evident whilst he blew out the smoke from his cigar. The night was quiet and only the sound of a lame sitcom show in the background was able to be heard. The tv light glossed over Nanami’s large, weighty hand as it laid on your head. And the sloppy saliva and pre cum surrounded the base of his pole of a cock. The cigar in his hand was laid in the tray on the table near the couch, and he fully relaxed in his position.
“That seems better… Do you not miss it in your throat..?”
There was much tease behind each word, and frankly a load of annoyance. Nanami could contain his emotions well, but with the way he began gripping at your well glued frontal, you knew he was utterly pissed. His fist was full of body wave curls, and you were filled with his girthy cock. It was wrong, yes, but when he invited himself inside of your home and demanded answers, it came to this. There was no answer, you missed this. You wanted this.
You truly needed this.
“Tell me.” With the assertive tone that slipped from his lips, you stared up into his eyes, finally able to breathe as he pulled you off his drenched cock.
“Yes… I m-missed this big dick in my throat daddy..” you practically choked this out with a sob as your throat already felt the raspy tingles. Your lower face was covered in saliva and it was dripping from your chin. Nanami enjoyed seeing that, however he wanted to mess you up. He needed you to be absolutely helpless after this, so helpless and needy that it would be obvious that you got some dick.
“I would like to believe it.”
“I did!….I really really did..” you whined, knowing you sounded far from bratty, even though that was your frame. You were sassy, confident, and sometimes even bitchy, but here you were using your pretty plump lips to drain his cock as best as you could. Your hands were near the base of his cock as you twisted them lightly. Your head bobbed up and down and in a slight circle as your eyes gently rolled. There was something about sucking this man’s dick that made your pussy so profusely wet. You just enjoyed making it sloppy, and you also enjoyed when he’d moan.
Your soft gags are what gives nanami a surge of energy, it gives him a surge of dominance as he lets his head fall back on the back rest of the couch. He could feel one of your hands disappear and it be replaced with the feeling of your tight throat. You were going deeper and deeper just for him, and your throat could barely take it.
All he did was come here to your home for answers, it surely ended up in an argument, but then ended up in a different type of fight.. Now he was about to leave as a soon to be father because he just knew you were about to be knocked up. It was inevitable.
“Shit…” Nanami bit down, baring his teeth behind his lips as he looked down at your messy face. You drooled on his cock before quickly moving your hands up and down his cock. Your pretty brown breasts jiggled underneath your tank top as you did so, entertaining the male just as much as your pink, duck shaped acrylics that decorated his cock.
“Put it back in for me” Nanami’s voice was still stern, it always was, there was always authority running through it. It caused you to not think twice about anything, so of course you put his cock right back in your now slightly, sore throat.
“You listen to everything I say because you are so cock driven, so blank from the pleasure. Even if I demanded your body in front of your little boyfriend you’d still do it.. now wouldn’t you?”
No response, only your whimpers and half nods gave him his answer as you were drowning in the sexiest cock ever. The veins, the pink tip, the large filled balls that were hanging low from the audacity he held. This was no regular man, this was a grown man with only purpose.
His aura was far from plain, it gave off such strong power and confidence in his ability. This is what will cause a bratty girl to fall into the deep end, a grown man. A grown man with a certified big dick, and you could take it. This is why the blonde needed you. Pretty, confident, yet eager to become submissive towards him and him only. No woman would suck dick like this if they didn’t feel submissive.
The way you slurped it, the way you rubbed it on your cheeks before slipping it back in your mouth. Nanami enjoyed it so much that he felt himself slipping into a peak of excitement.
“You must crave my cum with the way you are acting, dear.” The man actually smirked at your state. He enjoyed seeing you this way. Your energy towards other men was a dominant force, hard to get, and more of a ‘hot girl’ as one would call it. It was quite funny when he’d look back on it, especially now.
His veiny hands, filled with pure strength, pulled gently at his tie. He slipped it off and began to undo his buttons on his blue dress shirt. One thing led to another in such simple fashion, and the older man pulled you from his cock, watching the saliva drip and string from your bottom lip. You looked all helpless and adorable… especially messy.
“I will give you what we both need. How’s that sound?” Nanami seemed genuine, and there was a part of him that truly was. But you doubted him the moment he clenched your hair again, his face moving down to hum in your ear.. “hm…?”
Swallowing the underlying fear of how sore your throat will be, you also felt how drenched you were becoming. “Yes sir…” you whispered, watching him move and straighten his posture as he stood before he gripped the base of his cock with his other hand.
You could see every detail of this man, and in this moment before he shoved his hard cock in your mouth, you could see that slight smirk at the corner of his mouth. His glasses were discarded before all of this even occurred, so you could fully see how his eyes even spoke of command. His blonde hair was intact, barely a hair out of place. His skin was airbrushed yet as well as having the sharpest jawline you’ve ever come across.
And this man adored you. He adored those sweet lips and he adored the brown sugary skin that would rub against him. He was far from using you, he was pouring into you. And with the way his cock was now thrusting into your throat, you knew that physically he was soon about to pour into you.
“Your little boyfriend will be coming soon is he not..? A shame that he’ll see you’ve craved my cock again. Maybe this will teach him to be a bit more faithful…” Nanami spoke in a matter of fact type of tone, fairly nonchalant as he watched the tears fall down your face from gagging on his third leg. You could feel it twitch and become harder right then, and you knew he was close to his peak… all of the pleasure you’d given him before hand really riled him up.
“And Maybe this will teach you to listen to me a little more” he actually grumbled that part as his hips moved back and forth, only gripping at your hair tighter to keep you in place. He couldn’t speak much longer without letting out a moan or a breath of air. He would give out firm groans, as well as deep breaths as he watched your pretty eyes roll back. That’s what did it.
It was as if a balloon popped in your mouth. The sudden, thick substance practically coated the back of your tongue, threatening to side down your throat. That’s before he pulled you off and let the rest of his salty sperm fall right on your gorgeous, brown, sun kissed face.
The sexiest thing about it was how willing and how far you’d let him go. His white, thick cum was mainly around your lips, but yet fell on your soft, fluffy eyelash extensions.
A little shaky sigh came from Nanami before he fully composed himself. The wave of pleasure was still passing over him, but he needed to release the rest of the energy you’ve given him. Ever since that nagging feeling hit him over the head, it’s felt like he’s been edging himself this entire time. He didn’t need to do that anymore, not when such a pretty, thick doll was in his possession.
“I think we both realize that I cannot just let you go. Your boyfriend may have had you back, but only for a bit of time. You’ve always known where home was… So come back to me..” nanami effortlessly picked you up from the floor, only fluttering your heart more as you were spoken to in such a dreamy manner. Your back gently touched the couch cushions, and you could truly see how much larger this man was towards you. His muscles ranged. They were large, thick, and far from simple. Each vein was quite prominent and it looked like you could cut them with a piece of paper.
“I won’t ask again, I will only do. And as far as I can recall, you enjoy being taken.”
What you hated was that the older man was correct. His ways of disciplining you, taking and fucking you were the first things you could think of in the morning, even while your boyfriend would be next to you. It was naughty, but it was the truth. That’s why you slowly nodded your head to his words, parting your lips.
“M’sorry…”
“Yes… Yes we both understand that. However, I’d rather see actions than hear words…”
Nanami teased, making sure to make you feel every emotion about this situation. Worry, disappointment, arousal, anger, submission. There were things you couldn’t explain but if you could explain this in one word it would be : ‘control’. Nanami was out of control, yet in control of everything he touched, especially you.
It was obvious in the way you slowly parted your legs, revealing your unfathomable vulnerability. The largest damp spot between your legs, it seeped through the thin, gray shorts that you wore to bed. Sucking Nanami’s cock was enough to do that, and he knew it. He could tell you enjoyed it very much.
“Good girl, lovely job. Actions speak louder than words do they not?”
While speaking such naughty words, the male let his head slowly fall in between your legs. The heat from your gentle pussy caressed him before he kissed the wet spot. “Usually I’d be gentle with you when you’re fairly good… but you’ve caused me to have the most intense lack of sleep.” Nanami huskily whispered as he trailed his rough hands up and down your juicy thigh. There was almost a soft smile on Nanami’s face as he could remember the times you have been good per say.
But today? His smile disappeared ever so slightly, and he gripped your legs before licking his lips. “Turn over.” He demanded as he helped you slide and turn to being on your knees. Those thin grey shorts rode up between your crack, so there’s no way nanami was going to rip them off, that was just extra time. What was better was him sliding them to the side. The soft smell intoxicated him as well..
“Good…” Nanami spoke like silk when he said this to you, and you felt like a feline in heat. All you saw was regret in your future, but you were still here with a nicely arched back. Your ass was large and it had Nanami flustered beyond belief every time he got to see it in its full glory. It was quite obvious how he felt about it, considering that’s the first thing he grabs when sliding in.
Nanami unfortunately didn’t have any remorse for you, and you were quite wet anyway. It’s not that you were being treated like a whore, he was simply treating you like his whore. There was a distinct difference.
And the second that fat, pink tip slipped past your dark lips and into your gushy pussy, you understood. Nothing came close to the feeling of him sliding in with ease, like a puzzle piece. He molded your pussy with his cock plenty of times, and that’s why it fell into place. Of course you were his whore, you were his only whore, that’s why he couldn’t let you go.
“Fits just right, I highly doubt he can fill my spot. You’ve had me for too long, y/n…” of course he had to tease you about it, his hands softly running around your hips and your ass. His thumb hooked on your shorts, holding them to the side so he could make sure to see that pretty pussy even more as he gently began to move his hips. This made him bury into you even more, and that made you want to tap out right then.
“N-..Nanami… ooh fuck~” you whispered this, and he could still hear you. And with his other hand on your lower back, he knew you were just losing it. The wetness from you coated his cock well, and it made it so slick that he slipped out. To be fair it surprised him a little, he’s a large man, and to squeeze and slip him out like that?
Oh you were undoubtedly wet.
“Put it back in, show me how badly you want it, love” there was a sweet softness to his words, and it was far from teasing this go around. He however, awaited you to do exactly what he asked of you. Luckily things didn’t have to get rowdy because you happily followed through with grabbing his pulsing cock. It throbbed, feeling like it almost had a heart beat before you slipped it back in easily.
The feeling was too strong and difficult to simply explain. The way elevator doors opened, the way water splashed through a river, both of those things mixed together explained the sensation at hand. And with each gasp, you felt yourself losing the thoughts completely.
That large pole began digging into you while you felt your mind slip. Nanami could see it in your body movements and the way you tried to release the arch in your back. However, he pushed the hand he had on your back, down. While arched even more, your pussy juices dripped onto the couch. Nanami enjoyed feeling every inch of your hole, as well as the lustful liquids you produced. Wearing a condom was far from what he wanted, and of course you wanted nothing to do with one either. Careless, yes… but he’s already established that he has to trap you some way or another.
This was a mission to knock you up. Nanami hadn’t thought about it until now. He’s completely changed his tune from annoyed to devious. As a grown man, sure he dislikes playing games but playing with you seemed to be the funnest thing he’s been a part of.
He was fucking a pretty babe with an ass so fat that it was as if it was hypnotizing him. The way it recoiled and jiggled for seconds later whenever it hit his pelvis. Or, when he’s pounding in it and it claps against him. Your back shots sounded like heavy office doors slamming, and that was quite loud. That mixed with the pleasant, precious sounds that released from you was golden.
“Daddy!… oh fuck-.. oh fuck daddy stop.. t-too much.. too much of that big fuckin’ dick~!” There was a soft lingering scream coming from you after you tried to talk through those moans. You could feel your insides clenched around that length of his, and you were so tight you didn’t even want to let him continue.
Nanami couldn’t have that, no. His hand forced your shorts fully to the side, stretching them with popping noises making it clear that he’s stretched them out. While doing that, his hands moved like butter to your waist and he leaned forward just a tad. But yet the way he hovered over you, it felt like you were being overtaken. Your chest was on the cushions, but your stomach was hovering. Your ass was perfectly high and your arch was a god’s gift.
“We can’t have that… open up for me.” Nanami sounded almost animalistic when asking you to open up. He wanted you to relax and simply take his cock till he cums. And you knew he wasn’t going to stop until then, which was obvious since he began to thrust more at a downward angle.
This angle was quite the difference, quite the contrast from before. This man was hitting a completely different part of your pussy, and he knew this. His smirk hesitated but stayed once you gripped and slightly tore at your soft couch. “please!?… please~?.. shit!” You breathed in sharply through your teeth, your pretty, glossy eyes rolling back with pleasure.
You were so consumed in the sex that you could barely hear any noise outside. There was a non literal window to the outside world and you were stuck being ripped in two by grown dick. The blonde man had his ways, and he was so physically and mentally powerful that he caused you to blatantly ignore the ringing of your phone and the firm knocks on the door.
It wasn’t rocket science to figure out who that was, and yet you couldn’t care. There were bigger things to worry about. Bigger, thicker and sexier things. Nanami happened to be just that, and he had your full attention and your full body.
“Your little boyfriend has arrived…” Nanami grinned this in your ear, and yet you spoke out something you thought you’d never say. The dick felt so good that you lost yourself for a while.
“I don’t care-.. fuck- I don’t fucking care daddy..”
“J-Just keep beatin’ my pussy up~” you slurred, moving your hands to open your pretty cheeks, revealing the tight hole the pale cock was inside of. Something Nanami could never get tired of..
“You do not have to inform me of that… inform him how badly you want me to ‘beat it up’ when I open that door myself.”
__ eren just needs his girl to give it to him when he finally comes home. he’s been thinking about that super soaker every night… he always does, so of course he’s not going to let you loose or let you decide how this will go.. just keep them ankles high and he won’t be too mean.
Contains
__ black!reader, female reader, eren is in the military, DIRTY TALK, so much dirty talk, dominance, dom eren, overstimulation, squirting, talk of not pulling out, dumb off dick!reader
__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color, whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous.
__ a/n , hey y’all lol, something slight because I’m just trying to get back into writing because I’m loosing my touch lmaooo
A simple breather couldn’t refill your lungs as the oxygen continued to be ripped from you. Those words made you lose every brain cell that was ever created in your human body. There was intensity that poured over your golden skin as your blurred eyes could only see the sparkle from his dangling chain.
“Ankles.”
Only a desperate attempt to whine could come from you. Your glossy, darkly lined lips parted only to reveal that you were drooling from the overtaking pleasure. Your hands were around your ankles, much to his liking as your head began spinning.
It was beginning to be embarrassing at how wet you were, how dumb you felt. That sweet, curved dick that slipped in each time with a smothering rhythm made you feel as if your insides were being pushed against. Your sounds, and each word that dripped from your lips, he was listening. He missed it so much that there was no way he was going to lose focus.
“Eren~ baby~… Fuck! M-My pussy so fuckin’ wet..” Those words were drenched in tears as your pussy coated Eren’s cock with warm nectar. And he enjoyed watching it pool around the base of his cock, juicy and wet. It was so gushy that his pretty eyes failed to leave it.
“I fucking see… I got that pussy talkin to me..” Eren talked to you as he pounded that hole open, his rough hands gripping hard on your pretty hips. The depths of your insides were being stretched open all over again, and you could feel it part ways with his cock.
Those army green pants he wore were now damp as they were just below his cock. He obviously couldn’t wait. Once seeing you stand there waiting for him, he had to have you the second he got home. He pulled your pretty dress off and pulled your gorgeous breasts out of your bra to worship you with kisses. But inevitably he found himself so eager to have you, he couldn’t even prepare himself for how fast he pulled his own pants and underwear down.
He just missed that pretty pussy.
It was such a soft brown, yet a bright pink on the inside, like a mystery treat. He knew how it tasted, he knew how it felt, but he still couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t get enough of watching your face contort into those pleasurable expressions. He couldn’t get enough of your stupid little babbles when you’d be filled up with his dick. And he surely couldn’t get enough of you soaking him like a damn water park.
With painted toes curling high in the air, you tried to keep the hard grip on your ankles. However with each thrust was a powerful force behind each one, so much that your breasts would plap against each other while falling up and down. The ripples of skin were also enough to know how strong the thrusts were, as if he was back on the battlefield trying to fight for his life. But in this case, it seemed as if Eren was fighting to make you dumb off his cock.
The head of his cock met the hot air each time, slipping right back in with your wetness lubricating the both of you well. There was absolutely no struggle to slip out and slip right back in, not when your body was producing so much lubricant. It was so wet that it felt almost numb, you couldn’t feel anything but the pleasurable pounding near your cervix. It was such a intricate, surreal feeling that there was barely any word to describe it. The only thing you could understand was that you were too close to fucking the bed sheets up,
“Ooo-…Ooh fuck! Fuck!.. No-.. shit-..” there was a sharp feeling in your stomach that felt like small jolts of orgasms. Oh it felt so odd, and it made you so anxious. Your pussy squeezed, and it had a grip on his fair skinned cock and yet he was still pounding through. It was an overwhelming feeling for your body to endure, so much so that your fingers slipped and your ankles fell from your grip.
The second this happened you had no choice but to close your legs, trying to prevent that sweet, intense orgasm you knew was coming. Fate was sealed, and the rumble that came from Eren’s throat was a warning. But for some reason, you weren’t moving fast enough for him.
“Put them fuckin’ legs back up. Grab them damn ankles.. stop playin with me..” Eren’s face was inches from yours, your eyes watering up with pleasured tears once again before grabbing a hold of your ankles. Your glistening pussy was being rammed into over and over again, and you simply couldn’t take it.
“Stop runnin from that nut.” Eren huskily whispered, obviously becoming desperate for his own orgasm. He groaned from the bottom of his stomach, his head thrown back for a second before he moved to look back down at your tightening pussy, that’s before it relaxed and he felt the sudden wetness increase. This caused him to thrust just a tad bit harder because he knew you. He still understood what made you cum, what made you cream, and what made you squirt.
“Fuck yeah… hold em’ open..” Eren almost hissed at how sexy you were, the drips of juices squirting up in the air ever so gently and landing on his cock. It all made him want to cum right there. “Eren! Eren!….Oooh~ shit~… please!” You begged, moaned, and almost felt yourself losing your body as your pussy had a mind of its own. Each time Eren would slide his dick out, you’d squirt your soft juices in the air before he’d slam right back inside you. The gushing noises made you seem like a whore for him.. in more ways than one.
“That’s fucking right.. Squirt on that dick baby.. good fucking girl..” Eren almost spoke through his teeth as his cock was sensitive, he pulled it out and grabbed his dick to run it up and down those pretty brown lips only to watch you squirm and drench the bed underneath you. The wet sounds of you splashing him was music to his ears, so he couldn’t stop.. not until you had nothing left in you.
“Please~! Fuck Eren! Stop that fucking shit…!” Your words were covered in sounds you could not contain, the pleasure was so unbelievable you couldn’t even imagine how your body was doing this. That man’s lower stomach was covered in your squirt, and his cock, which throbbed the second he went back inside.
You gripped your ankles so hard that you might leave bruises, and yet.. you couldn’t care. This man was beating your pussy up even more, overstimulating you as your eyes rolled back slowly. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you eventually stared up at him with blurred vision.
“Run from it again… I swear on me I won’t pull out..”
__ armin seemed to always get the shorter end of the stick when it came to.. well.. everything. however, a new opportunity showed up right in front of his eyes when his black!crush had a falling out with her bf. maybe armin wouldn’t have recorded himself fucking her dumb if her bf didn’t bully him through kindergarten to college…
Content
__ black!reader, female reader, dom!armin, risk, dirty talk, crying out of pleasure, big dick armin, size diff(you’re bigger, not taller), pussy fingering, recording/videotape, squirting,
__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
Was it wrong for the blonde to admire how pretty those tears were? They fell over the russet color cheeks you possessed, showing no signs of stopping. The way your throat was closing up, your short breaths of helplessness never sounded so sweet. It was indeed wrong to think of your sadness as his victory, but Armin couldn’t help it.
That day, there was a twitch at the side of his lips that ached to smeer across his face, but Armin fought it. He wanted to smile so badly only because he knew he had gotten what he deserved. Armin could remember just how much his heart twanged and twisted when you started dating his own bully. There was no way he could catch up with you, not with his timid aura, his bulky glasses, and his attire.
Not to mention how geeky he was.
The posters in Armin’s room happened to be ‘women repellent’ as your boyfriend would call it. And Armin lacked any real style because his parent’s preferred him to wear button ups and slacks everyday. With his face stuck in books and his hand always holding some wooden pencil, he’d never have a girlfriend. Or, maybe those are just things your boyfriend packed in his head. Armin could’ve sworn he’d never have a girl to kiss, hug, or marry. That was another thing his bully preached to him.
But yet, his girlfriend was here in his geeky, woman repellent room filled with posters, books, and tiny machines. And your eyes were overflowing with desperate pleasuring tears.
And this time, Armin didn’t resist his tempting smirk.
The grey sheets of his bed had a formed wet spot that only largely grew over the orgasms. His lanky fingers were covered in that same wetness as his other hand held the device that witnessed the entire scene. As bad as it sounded, the both of you concluded that this was definitely something to be recorded. The way Armin understood your body so quickly and effortlessly, the way you’d already came over and over again. It’s been thirty minutes and the way Armin’s fingers wrinkled up from your wet hole made it even better. It felt so damn good.
“Armin~… I-… No more… Fuck~” your lustful voice made Armin’s cock hard. You in general made his cock hard. Your pretty face, your long eyelashes, glossy lips, your cute little two piece outfit. He would watch from afar how those skimpy cotton shorts matched the cropped top. It was white, and it made your skin flourish. Armin hated that your boyfriend had you all to himself.. but apparently that just wasn’t the case anymore.
“You said that a few minutes ago y/n but you’re still here with the wettest pussy ever…” you couldn’t see him because you had your e/c eyes closed from the slight embarrassment, but you could almost hear the cheeky smirk on his tongue. Armin was taller than you, but he was so puny at the same time. He was undoubtedly the nerdiest male in the school. He sucked at sports, wore glasses, kept his face in a book, and hated crowds. In his eyes, there was no way you’d fall in his arms, however that’s exactly what happened.
You and your boyfriend had a bit of a falling out, and Armin was in the hallway at the time. All you needed was some gentle care and you got exactly that… what he didn’t expect was for you to take it so much to heart. You didn’t let it go, and you even began staying around him more than you should.
Now you were spread on his bed and reaching another orgasm from just his fingers. How was he this experienced? You failed to understand, nor did you care right now. Your pussy was so achy that nothing made sense, only the sweet sensation of your insides being rubbed against.
“Right…Right there Armin.. ah-..shit.” Your moans were so pretty on camera, and Armin’s small chuckle added to the extreme hotness that displayed. “ I figured, I do understand your body more than you know..” Armin teased in a matter-of -fact type of manner. He wasn’t even surprised of the much louder moan that was released from you. He wasn’t even surprised by the way your pussy released the clear liquid on his fingers. It was fascinating how you squirted on his fingers, and the pure sound of it made him excited. That mixed with your whiny pleas were heaven sent, and it was obvious how much he loved it.
He moved his hand up to his mouth and eagerly licked up the juices that were dripping down from his fingers.
“Did that feel good? Cumming over and over again? Would you like me to bring you more pleasure?” Armin sounded like more of a cocky bastard than before, his head tilt only making you stare into his eyes with a type of hatred that meant nothing. You couldn’t hate him, right now you felt in love with him. Your pussy was in love with him, and his cock didn’t even make an appearance yet..
“Yes… Armin, please?” You whispered, almost begging with your eyes. The camera caught every emotion, every deep feeling from you which was going to anger your ex from head to toe. This video was going to break him, if not completely destroy him. It was the mere fact that you’ve done this with the boy he bullies, and the fact that he was much better at making you cum.
And the fact that his fucking dick was bigger.
The camera caught the undeniable lust from the both of you. Armin’s body only lacked his shirt while you were all spread out for everyone to see. Beautiful and brown with eyes begging for this nerd to absolutely slut you out.
“I’d like this position, just to show the camera how needy you are.” Armin muttered this to himself as he lifted you and moved you in the position of a reverse cowgirl. He was happily laid out with his blonde hair against his somewhat flat pillow. His hand kept a grip on the phone, pointing at your large, juicy brown ass that seemed to be overtaking his lower half. Armin was quite skinny, and your ass was far from that, as well as your thighs. So the picture was hot, just seeing how your thickness overlapped his body.
“Lean forward for me, pretty..” with another command, you leaned forward against his lower legs and your pussy opened up nicely for him and the camera. It was already nicely stretched from the constant use of his fingers. So, when Armin’s thick cock sprung out, it didn’t seem all that bad to imagine pushing inside of an insanely tight cunt.
“You are ethereal… an angel almost. That’s if you weren’t begging to be filled up.” With a tease, Armin let the camera capture his cock being slapped against your trembling lips. The scene captured his pc in the background, the screen projecting a computer game while a poster of Star Wars was up in front of you. Armin could already hear the wall punches coming from your ex’s room.. he couldn’t wait to send the video to him.. it excited the nerd so much that he had to be cocky about it…
Just once…
“Slip it inside yourself… see just how far a real cock can go.” Armin grumbled, knowing he was bigger than your ex. You indeed knew this too and his cock size kind of frightened you, but it made you wetter to think about. And without being a brat or being disobedient, you slowly grabbed Armin’s cock with a gentle hand before slowly aiming it towards your winking hole that was eager to be filled.
Your soft pants and moans didn’t go unrecognized as you slowly let his pink tip slip inside of you. The feeling was so overwhelming and it made your knees and arms all weak. Considering that, you were completely laying on Armin’s legs. His cock accidentally buried inside of you. It was so quick, but the feeling was undeniably strong.
“Fuckkk~… Y-You so fuckin big Armin~…”
It boosted his ego that he thought he never had, and he got it all on tape. The way you were starting to grind against him, the way you’d slightly lift your head to look back at him and the camera. All of it made him harder if that was even possible. “You love how it feels… You've never felt something as big as this in your pretty guts, now have you?” Armin asked teasingly as his hand moved to grip a handful of your ass cheek. He couldn’t help but make it jiggle and slap it with genuine love for it.
“No… no!… This the biggest dick I eva’ had…” you slurred, slowly beginning to rise your hips and drop them right back down. “Tell him that…” with a husky twang to his voice, Armin demanded you said this.. specifically towards your ex. His dominance really peeked through when saying those words, and you complied while slowly moving your lower body faster. Those musical juicy sounds started to get louder, and for some reason, Armin loved that even more than the skin slapping.
“Tell the camera.. how much better I am.. how much bigger I am than him… tell them, pretty..” Armin almost begged this, however it was overshadowed with his hostile dominance that made you tense up on his cock.. but those pretty cheeks didn’t stop jiggling on his pelvis.
“Armin~… y-your dick is-..fuck. Your dick is so much better than his… I love it so fucking much… I never felt Dick so far inside of me..” with a whiny tone, you moaned this out with struggle. The camera couldn’t help but catch the white precum on his cock, or that jiggling ass of yours that looked exactly like water. Your ass looked like you were suffocating Armin, but fuck could he tame it.
Smacking sounds came from exactly that, as well as your wet pussy being slammed against him. The rhythmic movements made it obvious it was good sex, and who knew Armin could take it? Who knew he was strong enough? This man could even keep the phone steady while being sucked in by your golden pussy. He was absolutely nerdy yet behind those glasses were dominant, lustful eyes that gained a hint of possession…
“That’s right, pretty… now surprise him by squirting on my cock.. he doesn’t even know you can do that..”
omg ur backkk 🥹💓 can’t wait to read ur latest writing glad to see u on my dash again!!
I ammmmm😊 I’m really throwing up ideas from outta my brain lmao. If you have any ideas that I could work on, I surely will! That goes for everyone though too.
I am working on an Armin x black!reader fic and he’s a nerdy dom…
__ 18+ black!reader hasn’t taken relationships seriously until an older man came her way. now she’s here basking in golden sunlight and being drowned in orgasms in the morning just for being pretty… with an engagement ring on her finger
Contains
__ black!reader, female!reader, age gap, he talks you through it, creampie, oral sex(pussy eating), engagement, “I love you”, big daddy cock Erwin, names like ‘daddy’ and ‘love’ and ‘princess’, bulging, crying from pleasure, somnophilia if you squint in the beginning, impreg if you squint
__ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
The slight contortion of your face gave insight that you were indeed waking up. The sun looked right into the glass door that was on the side of your room. It was eager to shine and dance onto your brown skin, and it wasn’t the only one eager to touch you. With a lot of respect and love for you, there was a blonde male that looked above from the soft surface of your skin and stared hazily at your face. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and they revealed a lot about what he thought of you.
Funny enough, he thought of you as piping hot oil on one’s skin. The surprise would be your mouthful of shocking, yet lustful words. The burn itself would be just how alluring you were. He was so needy when it came to you, and as an older man, he’s confused as to why he acts like a teen boy when thinking about you. There are times where he’s cooped up in his office and his blood is rushing towards his cock. It’s all you. This man has an entire gallery dedicated to you, and he named it ‘My Love’ with a heart just to tease you more about it.
“Erwin…”
Watching those videos over and over again, the blonde knew each detail. For example, his favorite video is the one where you are shoving a pale colored cock inside of your pussy. Your nails had black tips, medium length, and you didn’t even have your wig on, only a bonnet. That was his favorite video, and he couldn’t stop thinking about that exact video this morning.
“Erwin…” shaky whispers slipped out of your throat as your toes curled tightly. The sun attacked your eyes, however with strain, you could see your soon to be husband right between your brown thighs. His hair is only slightly a mess as his soft lips caressed your sensitive bud. Those strong hands kept hold of your legs to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.. like close them.. Erwin thought of your pussy juices as nectar, and he wanted every drop of honey there was.
“I’m sorry… There was just something about today that made you more of a princess than you already are… maybe it was the light.” Erwin’s voice was husky and it almost cracked. He hadn’t even taken the time to wake up fully. It was almost as if he’d rolled over with the thought in his mind. And he did. That video crossed his mind more than once when he’d woken up.
“Or maybe it was all my fault for gaining a painful erection… I do have dreams if you would like to know, dreams about you.” He whispered as his gentle kisses began running up your stomach to your neck. Sensitive as it could be, he practically caressed part of your neck with his genuine kisses. The feeling of it made you gasp immediately, either it was that or the way Erwin’s slightly rough fingers slipped into your core.
“S-So you just eat my pussy whenever you please?…” you choked out, obviously not having a problem with it, especially since you were leaking all over his digits. “I’m sorry, my love… I am-..what do they call it? Pussy drunk..?” Erwin asked you with a genuine look of approval as he left your neck. He was so funny sometimes, even proud of his younger slang and it made you giggle mixed with a surprise moan that slipped. “You pussy drunk ova’ me..?” You asked seductively, your knees pulled to your chest as you relaxed completely. Your e/c eyes finally looking up into his lustful blue ones, you then decided to tease him even more by pulling your thin tank top down. Those pretty dark areolas were revealed to him for the hundredth time and he still got oh so weak.
“Truly.” Erwin breathed out deeply before his face went right back down to your pussy. That pretty, wet clit was completely covered by his eager mouth. His fingers still digging softly in your gushy hole.
“Fuck. Fuck Erwin ~ that feels t-too fuckin’ good..” you whispered as your hands gripped at the sheets. This man and his tongue couldn’t be defeated. Erwin was an older man, not afraid of pussy juices or anything dealing with female anatomy. This man was experienced, ready, and always turned on by you. You didn’t need anything to turn him on. All you needed was your dirty talking mouth and your sexy body.
“Hold those beautiful breasts for me… let me drown in that vixen aura..” Erwin whispered in a purr almost. It caused vibrations in your core, almost like this earthly shock. There was nothing better than a lustful Erwin. His limit was nonexistent, and he would continue to pleasure you as long as your want was present. And you holding your pretty tits was enough to arouse him even more. His eyes glossed over your pretty nails and the way your nipples peaked from your fingers, and his cock became harder.
Erwin’s need only showed more and more before you began to feel that wrath of his.
“Erwin~… fffuck.. I love when you eat my pussy, baby. M’gonna cum on your fuckin’ tongue…” you squealed before feeling that sudden sensation in your lower stomach. Your hands squeezed tightly on your own breasts and Erwin groaned at seeing that, making this bumpy vibration on your clit. It sent you soaring for miles, and all you could do was whimper as your legs shaked.
“M’cumming…” You choked out as you reached your everlasting high. The feeling of Erwin’s fingers being squeezed alerted him that you were indeed at your high. He didn’t move, not wanting you to dive straight into overstimulation just yet. You needed to save all of your energy for the rest of the session, and that became obvious when he slowly slipped the fingers out of you and straightened his back. While between your legs anyway, Erwin finally could pull you closer.
This man had bushy eyebrows that fit his face, a sharp jawline, beautiful eyes, and a muscular body that also glowed from the sunlight. His arm was visibly strong, and his hand gripped your ankle before gently lifting you up and immediately sliding a pillow underneath you.
“You’re stunning in this light. It shows just how gorgeous your e/c eyes are.. and how beautiful your skin is..” Erwin commented this on pure instinct, his eyes scanning you dearly before you giggled. Something was just so adorable about you laughing while you were spread out for him. It made blood run to his cheeks. “It’s true..”
“Well… you’re stunnin’ while being above me.. your blonde hair.. your eyes.. your muscles.. the way you talk to me…” you trailed on in a seductive tone as you even moaned a little before reaching and pulling his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out like a surprise. It all made Erwin’s heart beat fast, his urges getting harder to keep back.
“Rub that big dick on my pussy daddy.. m’so fuckin wet… and it’s all your fault..” you grinned slightly before biting your bottom lip. All the blonde could do was leak pre cum on your clit. The underside of his cock started to rub up between your juicy folds and your soft hand touched his cock with encouragement. It made the older man jolt, only because that ring on your finger made it all better. You were going to be fully his soon, and every inch of your body was going to be marked with love.
He was going to absolutely paint your insides white and put a baby inside of you. He won’t be sorry about that though.
“That feels so fuckin’ good daddy…” you whispered to your lover, his eyes entranced with your brown pussy and his own fair skinned cock. He had a straight cock, he didn’t really have a lot of veins showing but it was quite the pretty cock. His blonde pubes weren’t much, it was intact just like his life.
“You’d love my cock inside you, wouldn’t you? Slip it in… put it in your tight pussy, love…”
“Mnh… Fuck me…” you moaned as he demanded this, your hand gently pushed on his cock to slip smoothly inside of you, and only the tip slipped for now. Erwin filled you up soon enough, right to the brim. His Dick was more girthy, and it made you feel as if you were full. The loud gushy noises made his cock going in sound hot, and to be honest? Erwin would love to listen to the melody of his cock entering you and making a lower belly bulge.
“Good girl..”
Erwin seemed oh so scary now, his face completely concentrated and his muscles already glistened with a little bit of sweat. And all while you were admiring his own beauty, his fat cock slid out of you for just one second before sliding right back in. The sounds your pussy made was embarrassing to you before, but now.. being with an older man, you knew he enjoyed every sound. “A-Ah~.. Fuck. Fuck…” suddenly you were breathing hard from just that one thrust. It was quite overwhelming, but Erwin leaned down and kissed your ear with reassurance.
“The neighbors will place another complaint on our door if you’re not quiet… then I’d have to shut them up now wouldn’t I?…” Erwin thought out loud before his eyebrows furrowed, his kisses trailed right to your lips before he kissed them dearly. His big hands pressing in the bed on the sides of your head. “They’d be better off minding their own matters rather than worrying about how much you love daddy’s cock…” Erwin muttered against your lips , a hint of anger behind his voice as he moved his hips slowly, but with desperate blows. Each thrust made you gasp for air, and you couldn’t help but drag out a whine right after each.
Erwin’s cock felt so good inside of you that you’re sure your bonnet fell clean off in this exact moment. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and the sight of you looking like this made you look like a cute doll he couldn’t wait to drench in his cum. The bulge showing from your lower core made him watch it intently. He liked seeing how much you could take, and obviously that was much.
Seeing you put your arms underneath your knees made him all the more eager to pump you with dick. You were almost folded completely, and your painted toes with that anklet was dangling right in his face. Everything about you turned him on, and even though it was so simple, it made his thrusts faster. “Mnh~… Oh shit-.. Daddy.. Daddy, I love your big dick so fuckin’ much… cant hold it in..” you moaned, almost furrowing your brows with concern of how tense this orgasm was going to be.
The golden light was still shining on you, and now it was shining on your pussy because of this pretty angle. It looked like it was dripping gold, completely expensive folds with wine that made Erwin drunk for days on end.
“That’s okay… That’s alright. Cum. Cum on my cock, love… Your pretty pussy can take it, can’t it?”
“Y-Yesss..”
“Then cum on my cock, princess… feel every inch of me while I guide you to that high you need so much..” Erwin groaned as you got tighter, his hands jolting to underneath your legs before he pushed them forward. His cock now pounding you at an even more sensual position. You felt like this man was poking your womb from how big he was.. and how fast he was going. Your mind was blank, nothing was in it as the high was finally reached.
“Good girl… let it go, let me take care of it..” Erwin was sweet enough to slow down just a little so you wouldn’t be overstimulated. He was so rhythmic, and his cock suddenly had a white Ring around it, following with a white mess all over. This caused Erwin to pull out of your hole before watching it drip and wink at him. Your hard breathing was still obvious, and his erection hurt so bad that he wanted to slip right back in.
Erwin licked his lips before leaning down and attacking your pussy with his lips, tasting you once again. It only made you whimper and cry out from the sudden stimulation, but although you were on the brink of crying, Erwin couldn’t stand here and wait. “You have to take it again princess… once more?” He huskily whispered above you before you started to shake a little. “P-Please… c-can’t..”
“You can…” Erwin whispered back as he grabbed his pulsing cock and put it back into your hole, it fitting like a glove before he watched your tears fall down your beautiful face. The drool. The way your eyes would roll, he was in pure heaven. You looked so pretty in the morning, he didn’t understand how men couldn’t look at their woman in the morning and not melt all over again. Erwin decided to melt inside of your pussy, but it still counted.
“Look at that… you take me so well every time” Erwin groaned out as he was staring down at you and your slightly trembling legs. He did have remorse, but at the same time, your pussy was absolutely amazing. He could feel it only get wetter and he assumed it was because he was staring at your face. The eye contact made you gush and it made your heart beat faster.
The slapping skin sounded quite loud, but they weren’t fast yet. He indeed felt his orgasm brewing though, and with the weak sounds you were producing, he could only moan right along with you.
“That’s right… Grip it, love…” Erwin breathed out before his head leaned back, his grip now on your waist tightening. He was using you like a little doll now, and that pillow was helping a lot. Your skin and your breasts jiggled with each passing thrust, and he let it be the perfect show as he looked back down again. “You feel so good…” he grumbled before reaching between you both and grabbing his cock before taking it out completely but ramming it inside of you.. creating a loud mess of a moan from you..
And he continued that same rhythm. Taking his wet cock in his hands and rushing it back inside you. The gooey and gushy sounds echoed against the walls and it made you even hornier, so much so that you couldn’t figure out what you were saying yourself.
“I can’t-… Daddy-… Right there.. my pussy…”
With those tears, he listened to everything you said, but he didn’t stop. Erwin was so immersed in your pussy that he blocked out anything you said. Anything you said was incoherent now anyway, and to think it was still morning… yet you could barely comprehend what was going on. Your soon to be husband had such a great, older cock that it would send your brain spinning for miles and miles. Even as the sun was finally up, Erwin still didn’t stop pushing his fat cock in you.. He only let up when he felt you tense up again, signaling your second orgasm brimming.
With rolled eyes and your legs twitching, you were holding onto your orgasm for dear life. Erwin adored the way you looked, and he finally started thrusting with his hips again. His large thumb then began rubbing at your sweet clit while he kept thrusting. “I cannot hold my orgasm much longer..” admitting this, the older man shakily breathed in before his cock twitched. The rush from his lower body ran throughout and he couldn’t stop it. His balls contracted and he let out a string of moans that made your body shake.
“So damn beautiful…” he swore before his cum spurted inside of you. Erwin was the type to have cum that wasn’t too sticky nor too much of a liquid. It was right in the middle.. but he would cum so much in that one orgasm… He wouldn’t stop cumming inside of you. Your kitty was filled to the brim with his absurd amount of cum, and it flowed out of you like a waterfall when he pulled out. However he didn’t forget about your precious high, no. He didn’t even stop rubbing your clit. You hit that high the same time he pulled out, and you felt ecstasy once the pleasure was released.
And with battered breaths and a cheeky smirk, Erwin gently moved away from you before looking at the masterpiece. Damn did you look good with cum rushing out of you… his cum.
“Now… What should we eat for breakfast? You’re not exactly fit to stand today so I’ll cook, how’s that sound?”
__ +18 bratty!black!reader gets her guts rearranged after finally ticking off her husband, now she’s all dumb off of her husband’s dick with drool coming out of her mouth and eyes rolled in the back of her head.. and Byakuya could care less.
Content
__ black!reader, female!reader, rough!Byakuya, reader makes Byakuya a meanie pants, choking, choking with a tie, dirty talk, squirting, doggystyle, clothed sex, dumbification, oral, “good girl” once or twice, choking, overstimulation, no condom y’all are married, lace front malfunction :(
___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous
A/n
__ I’m back, my bad y’all
Those prominent veins were like tree roots deep in an ethereal forest. The way they connected, the raised texture of them, and the way they felt against your brown skin was heavenly. Byakuya Kuchiki had the prettiest attributes, and his veins were one of them. And as his perfect little wife, you’ve managed to memorize all of the Kuchiki heir’s perfectly natural attributes. The way his hair felt, the way his face showed little to no expression even when happy, and the way his veins would flex even more when he’d get all angry…
Who knew that the veins on his cock also protruded when his anger released above the surface. And as a perfect little wife, you had to memorize that too.
But that wasn’t all that hard when his pretty cock was stuck in the back of your throat.
The sweet taste of Byakuya’s slick precum edged you on as your tongue felt the underside of his unforgiving cock. Proportionate, long, and pretty. Those three words summed up your husband’s cock. It was pale, a contrast to your pretty brown sugar kissed skin. It was a contrast to those dark lined, glossy lips that were wrapped around it. And Byakuya loved it. Truthfully, he couldn’t get enough, and this was the exact moment to take advantage.
“Prove to me that you will cease every bit of attitude when I’m done with you, and If I sense anything other than obedience, I will corrupt your body without any remorse.”
Only loud breaths remained. Ropes of slimy saliva connected from the pink cock tip to your plump lips. Arousal hit right between your legs once Byakuya spoke to you in such a manner, and you couldn’t help but make it worse. And with bared lips and a brattish expression, you completely ignored his efforts at cutting this short. You’ve already sparked his flame at a formal event, and now you’re playing this absurd game.
Byakuya didn’t have time for it.
“Such blatant ignorance. You absolutely disgust me when you act this way. No matter, you won’t be able to act in such a manner when your pretty head is empty am I right…?” Byakuya’s voice rumbled from the depths of hell. His care and regard for your feelings dispersed into thin air the second you agreed with your conscience on being a slutty brat. The royal didn’t care anymore, he only cared about setting his woman straight, because she’s obviously lost her mind.
And with a cocky smirk etching onto your face, all while you were on your knees, you managed to try to talk. Even if you were being disciplined in this thin-walled hotel room, you still managed to conjure up the audacity… “Fuck-..”
Unfortunately it was cut short, and the thin lace that was glued to the skin on your hairline felt an enormous amount of tugging when Byakuya’s large, elegant hands gripped at the long, wavy hair. Both sides were balled up in his fists, and he pulled you forward as if you bore horns. Then, his pretty pink cockhead forced its way into your wide mouth just to shut you up once again.
“It was a rhetorical question, darling… or are you already more empty headed than before…?”
Cold as his words were, you definitely decided that you deserved this. After the raunchy attitude at the main floor, Byakuya managed to shoot a few looks your way. These looks did nothing but make it worse, and in all honesty, you knew what you were doing. But you figured the Kuchiki heir was going to drop it and go on about the day.
Being dragged back to the luxurious hotel room only to be brain fucked wasn’t anything you would’ve thought of. Byakuya’s mentality wasn’t like that, but as you drooled and breathed in with much trouble, you were obviously wrong. The feeling of Byakuya’s rock hard cock slipping down your throat with each passing thrust was exhilarating. It brought life to your pussy in many new ways. The roughness, the way he spoke, and his eyes. His dark colored eyes showed dominance that made your e/c irises turn into plump hearts.
“That’s a good girl… There's obviously potential for you to act sensible.” Byakuya hissed, his eyebrows only slightly furrowing with pained annoyance. Yet, watching you gag on his well endowed cock was soothing it oh so slowly but surely. He adored the way your eyes would squeeze shut with tears. He adored the way it sounded when his cock would hit the back of your throat. And to be honest, he’d love to hear more of your pathetic struggling. But the formal celebration needed him to speak soon, and Byakuya couldn’t miss it just for your behavior.
In a snap, you felt like you could barely breathe. The urge to gag and choke was so intense that you began to whine and flail just a little. Byakuya is usually so gentle when handling you, but the fact that your lips were touching his pelvis was indescribable. His long cock was digging deep into your soul, and you felt so dumb for liking it. Your pussy was so wet right now that it seeped through the white sundress that caressed your curves. It was a simple pairing to Byakuya’s suit which was black and white.. and he looked damn good when he finally released your bundles and leaned back to watch you struggle to breathe with saliva and precum spilling softly out of your mouth.
“Contain yourself.. speak and you will not leave this room today..” His words were like knives, but the way he said it felt like a shadow monster waiting to strike. It had given you trembles, and you obeyed him graciously. While sitting there on the cold floor, you were already regretting your actions prior. With how Byakuya’s cock was still leaking precum and pulsating.. you were in for it.
Those same bulging veins greeted you with dangerous intent. Byakuya’s soft, lengthy fingers pulled lazily at his black silky tie before he began removing his suit jacket. The idea wasn’t to completely wreck you, but as the taste of your suffering touched him, he wanted more.
“Clean it up, love…” Your husband was practically chuckling even if he didn’t fully express it. His hands gripped at his tie with thoughts roaming his filled brain. Lustful eyes stared down at you while your pretty acrylic nails glistened around his cock. Your mouth slurped up the naughty combination of precum and spit while bobbing your head eagerly. This caused Byakuya’s spicy moan to release from his throat. He’s been keeping quiet, but as he neared his orgasm, he couldn’t resist.
Byakuya didn’t want to cum just yet though.
Both of your hands were around that pretty cock, saliva dripping down your chin once again as your lips caressed him up and down. You barely even noticed the silky fabric that was being wrapped around your neck. However, the feeling of being forced off his cock was surprising. It made you gasp loudly as the thick cock slapped against your face once you let it free.. your hand eventually made its way back around it before you started to caress it against your face.
“Want it…Baby please…” it sounded like a purr, and Byakuya couldn’t resist. You might’ve been a brat today, but as he looked at you with your struggling lace, dried up spit on your chin, he only wanted to be inside of you. “Beg once more…” Byakuya’s voice sounded even more husky than before, his sharp eyes staring deep into yours.
“Please.. Baby, I want your dick so bad..”
Byakuya truly loved when you’d talk dirty to him, he absolutely loved it. He didn’t know for sure if it was the fact that you were bold or if you really just turned drunk over his cock. Either way, he loved it so much that he decided to stand up. His eyes didn’t leave you, especially since you looked so tempting while looking up at him like this. But with swift movement and your arms reaching up, Byakuya’s picked you up and took you to the hotel bed that was just the right height…
Now, Byakuya rarely puts you in doggystyle, it’s not sensual to him. However, he still wanted to teach you a lesson. So as you put your knees on the bed and leaned forward into a sweet arch, Byakuya’s hand already grabbed the tie that was still around your neck… and to think you forgot about it.
The feeling of your oxygen slightly being cut off made your pussy drool even more. His body was right behind yours and he didn’t hesitate to slide the long dress up to your torso. It revealed a pretty black thong that disappeared nicely in between your cheeks. To be honest, Byakuya didn’t care about body.. but the way your pretty brown skin was under this light… and the way your ass jiggled. He barely could contain his excitement. The heir couldn’t even control how fast he pressed his tip against your clit when he pulled the fabric to the side.
“I am going to fuck you. I am not going to make love to you because you do not deserve it… However, I do love you my dear, even if it’ll feel as if I think of you as nothing..”
Each word gave you a shock through your spine, each word felt like spikes under your feet. It all felt scary in a way because you’ve never heard your husband speak this way.. and frankly, he’s always called sex : ‘making love’. Byakuya saying he was going to fuck you made this experience all the more blood rushing. But you had no choice but to keep your back arched and control your breathing, because as Byakuya pulled you back by that silky tie, you slid right onto his pale cock. Your brown pussy opened right up for him, and your eyes widened before hazily staring at the bed frame in front of you.
“Don’t… Dont move” As calm and relaxed as Byakuya may seem, he cannot explain how hard it was to keep his orgasm at bay. Everytime he slides inside your tight pussy, he finds himself fighting against his own cock. It caused him to tighten the tie, which caused a chain reaction to your insides which also gripped around him. “You only make things more difficult… but yet, I am still married to you because I have a tendency to gain a high from your actions..”
Byakuya sounded ashamed of himself, but it went away in a swift fashion before the gushy sounds of your cunt started to echo. That sweet, pale cock was slowly maneuvering through you in slow strokes. The tiny ring of pre-cum was at the fair base of Byakuya’s cock now, however it was getting worse. With your wet pussy leaking all between your legs and his cock, the bed was slightly soaked.
“A-Ah~…B-Bya… kuya… fuck”
With a moan following the harsh swear word, Byakuya wrapped the tie around his fist once as he slightly leaned back to watch your fat brown ass take over his pelvis each time it would hit it. “Won’t my bratty wife talk filthy to me…? I’m sure she will.. yes?” With furrowed eyebrows, Byakuya shivered. His cock felt the pulsing around it, and the moans exiting from you made him release his own husky moans. His pretty, long, raven colored hair draped over your ass as he watched it bounce.
“Yes~… choke me more~… M’gonna cum so fuckin’ hard on that Dick… just keep… keep chokin’ me please~…” So pathetic you sounded, and Byakuya loved it, he ached for you to sound slutty. Sure, on the outside it seemed as if you both were all so classy and expensive, but when that door shuts it’s completely different. Byakuya urges you to lose it. He adores watching your pussy stretch out for him, and he loves when your pretty e/c eyes roll back before whining… because that’s when he knows you’re going to cum all over him.
And Byakuya loves a good mess.
“You do know it’s not over until you make a bit of a mess… right?” Byakuya practically demanded you to agree at the end, his breath running away from him as he let go of the tie, feeling as if it wasn’t doing as much justice as he wanted it to. And those elegant hands of his took hold of your neck, both of them. Oh did your pussy squirt the second he squeezed and pushed your head into that bed.
“Ah! Ah!… S-Stop… Fuck! Oh fuck~…”
Nothing but hearts were in your eyes, again. It felt like you lost vision and lost all ability to breathe as Byakuya’s cock went almost lightning fast. His hips snapped against your tight core, fighting against the pressure as your pussy gushed the honeyed substance on his cock and the hotel bed. Byakuya was purposely overstimulating your poor pussy as you struggled out moans. He didn’t care if you were all worn out and tired from the extreme orgasm, it just began.
“As you should remember… you have no authority to tell me to stop as of now. I also remember asking you to stop being a brat. You failed to listen, my dear..” Byakuya might have been a little harsh, but his words didn’t falter. He immediately turned you over on your back, his hands pulling down the top of your dress to show your pretty, darker brown areolas.
“I now will fail to listen to you as I use you like a pathetic toy” Byakuya’s voice smoothed over your ears as he leaned down gently. His hands slowly ran under your thighs before pushing them forward very harshly. Byakuya couldn’t help it, your pussy was so gorgeous like this, your body looked so precious like this. And the way his eyes trailed over your body, it made you feel just like prey. “It’s in my fucking guts… kuya…” you sharply moaned as the feeling of his cock slid right back inside of you. He pushed your legs open more with his arms as his hands were now against the bed.
“Byakuya~” with hazy eyes and drool sliding down your face, you listened to everything. Everything sounded absolutely raw. The bed frame hitting the wall, your skin slapping together, your whiny moans, his light groans, and your sloppy pussy all made this better. Curling your white toes as they stayed in those pretty open heels , golden just like your brown skin. This was the most submissive you’ve ever appeared, and the Kuchiki heir loved it.
“Damn it…” although rare, Byakuya did have to curse, it slipped merely because of your existence. He couldn’t fathom being with someone else even with your bratty little attitude. You just needed his cock, and it straightened you up. All you needed was to be pounded into, breasts bouncing prettily all with your mouth open. His veins up against your walls was all you needed right now. It made you feel dumb because that’s all you could think about.. your husband and his veiny pale cock that was beating your pussy in.
Byakuya’s cock never went this fast inside of you, and it was evident because you couldn’t handle it. With unstable moans and the constant looks at Byakuya waiting for him to give you a break, it was obvious. You kept holding your head up with a pleading face, your legs could barely stay open by themselves which is why his arms were there for support. You couldn’t even tell what was going on anymore. Everything was going blank and your mind was cock filled.
You were dumb off his cock.
Your pretty eyes rolled with furrowed eyebrows, giving Byakuya a rush. He knew he himself was close to cumming, and he could feel your insides trying to push him out. “M’gonna cum… M’gonna cum all over that fuckin dick , kuya…” you gasped in between, unable to try and stop your orgasm from peaking so hard. “Let me feel it..”
There was no need in telling you another time. Your next orgasm came rushing as you squeezed hard around him. His jaw clenched before letting out a string of clearly heard moans. His white, thick cum splashed your walls that color, and it was so far inside that when he filled you up, barely any came flowing out. His cum was so sticky and he had a good amount that came out.
You both continued to ride this high, and your whines and whimpers made it hard to not gain another hard on.
“I’m sorry.. I’m fucking sorry Kuya, baby…” you pleaded as you finally took that last heavy breath and you laid back completely. Your thighs were now able to be closed because he let you. His heart was racing just as fast, mainly because he couldn’t believe he treated you like this. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but he still felt a tiny bit bad.
That was mainly because you looked a bit messy now, gorgeous, but you couldn’t go back to the event looking this way. Not with a lifted lace, broken nail, and a dripping mess… but it made him smirk nonetheless.
“Apology accepted. Now, I’ll be going back to give out my speech. Behave, and do not move… I’ll be back… and if you listen, I’ll make love to you..”
divorce can either turn dark or be a smooth ride down lala land. john and you've been divorced for a while now, but it's not really much of a secret that he just can't stay away from you. especially when he has returned from being whisked away with task force 141.
♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, ex husband!john, established past relationship, john and reader have a set of twins, reader gossiping with her friends, italics means a flashback, profanity usage, slight second chance lovers trope // smut warnings: oral (f.receiving), standing position, dirty talk, possessive!john prince, some love bombs are dropped, breeding kink, description of making out // word count: 4.4k, // ao3 // minors dni.
YOU AND YOUR EX-HUSBAND DIDN’T REALLY LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE. But You didn’t leave on a good note either. Your marriage just slowly became dull. Of course, you still had your beautiful twin boys that seemed to steal that charming smile John had. However, you were fully aware that attempting to stay together for the sake of the kids—did more harm than good. The divorce was finalized and the two of you were okay with co-parenting, actually, you’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s been working well considering what John did for a living, so the majority of the time the boys were with you. When he came back home, they stayed with him.
It was okay. You were okay being newly divorced, having a nice paying job that you enjoyed, your two sons striving in academics and extracurricular activities, and you even oddly joined a book club also. The book club was filled with different types of women. From the women married to rich bachelors to the freshly divorced who snuggled up with their pool boys after the children slept. They were quite an odd crowd to hang around, but you were genuinely happy. Although you couldn’t relate to your husband buying you a brand new Mercedes or having a sultry affair with your child’s teacher, this group of women knew how to have fun when they wanted to.
Maybe that’s how you whine up at the town’s local bar with them. After realizing how hot and steamy the chapters of this month’s book club book were, you and the ladies decided to go into town for a drink or two. It’s the least you guys could do after a long week of student-teacher conferences and football tournaments.
“Do you ever miss him?” Blonde-haired Cheryl asked as she down a shot of tequila. Her face scrunched up as she picked up the lime slice to suck on. “You know? John?” She adds to ensure that her question was meant for you.
“What is there to miss? We divorced and went our separate ways. Our boys are happy, and that’s all we care about.” You answered truthfully.
“And what if she told you he just walked in right now as we’re speaking.” Thirty-two-year-old Sheila asked. Her brown skin glistened under the bar light as she leaned back into the booth seat. She twirled her finger around a coil on top of her head before letting out a drunken dreamy sigh.
“He isn’t coming back to town until next week.” You answered. The two women stared at you as if you’d grown another arm out of your body. You were sure it was because they drank too much, but Sheila had pointed at the figure that stopped to greet the very popular bartender that had seen everyone who stepped foot in here at their lowest.
You followed where she was pointing, and your breath hitched in your throat. There John was chatting with the bartender—completely making up for the lost time of him not being around. Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you quickly turned around before he could fully notice you. You watched as Cheryl placed her head in her hand with a cheeky grin on her face.
“What?” You asked as you leaned forward to capture the straw in your alcoholic beverage. “It’s not a big deal; he could be here to meet someone. You know, we’ve divorced you guys. He’s allowed to date.”
“Mhm, okay.” Sheila laughs. “Why are you suddenly so fidgety? You can’t even sit straight now.”
Now it was Cheryl piecing the pieces together. She’s been with you from the start of the divorce and even asked her husband to be your lawyer. She and Sheila knew you so well. Yes, she knew that you haven’t gotten laid since the divorce, claiming so many times that it’s messy to introduce a man in your life so soon. Despite you and John being divorced for a while now. But Cheryl was calling bullshit. She then covered her mouth in complete shock as the alcohol gave her a boost of realization. “You didn’t!?” She shrieks loudly, and that causes some people to glance in the table’s direction.
“Did what?” Sheila asked as she looked at her before popping another peanut in her mouth.
“You gave him some, didn’t you?” Cheryl asked. She collected the untouched tequila shot meant for you and downed it with ease. “You gave John some before he left and didn’t even tell us. Here I’m thinking you were practicing abstinence?” Her manicured fingers pointed at you like you were on trial for the Salem Witch Trials.
“What? That’s nonsense,” Now you were taking huge gulps of your drink. Even took the skinny black straw from the drink and down it until it was burning your insides.
“She did. She sees him and suddenly can’t sit straight. Don’t even want to see him. So, she must have enjoyed it.” Sheila laughed. “Spill the details now, or I’m throwing this peanut at your forehead.”
You couldn’t even lie your way out of this. What they were saying was true. Before John had to leave, right after dropping your sons back off to you—one thing led to another, and you found yourself gasping out his name and seeing stars in the moment's bliss. You hated to admit that was what you had thought about since he left. When your eyes closed to go to sleep, you visualized that moment of him being in between your thighs that night. Your cheeks even heated in embarrassment as you sat here trying to deny it happened. Having sex with your ex-husband was messy, especially when you have been telling your friends that you've been going out on dates and attempting the dating pool again.
“He dropped the boys off, and it just happened, okay?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “One thing led to another, clothes being torn off—you guys know the deal.”
“But did you feel anything, or was it just sex?” Cheryl asked.
“Like, did he fuck you with meaning or like a one-night stand?” Sheila asked.
“Sheila!” Cheryl shrieked as she playfully smacked her arm.
“What, Cheryl? I think this is an important question to ask, considering the circumstances. If he fucked her like a one-night stand, he just wanted a last little taste so he could go on about his life. But if he fucked her with some meaning, maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to let go just yet.” Cheryl had taken a sip of her vodka tonic and gave you a grin. “So which one was it, Y/N?”
Which one was it? You couldn’t even remember. You sat twiddling with your thumbs as the memories of that night came swirling around your brain for you to remember.
“They’ve been playing all damn day, so I figure that would be ready for bed when they get here,” John commented as he tucked one of the children in.
You only hummed at his response as you leaned down to tuck your other son in. It was good that they were going to bed at a reasonable time since they had school the following morning. You just were grateful that John was being a responsible parent and returning them at a good time that worked for both of you. As you two left the twins' room, you felt like this feeling was a little too familiar. The tucked the boys in, the each giving them a kiss goodnight and then sneaking out of the room not to wake them. It felt strange now, knowing with the divorce finalized—the two of you didn’t go to the shared bedroom together. Instead, John would share his farewell and just leave.
You were still getting used to your home's subtle silence now that John wasn’t here. You knew that if he were still here around this time—you would hear the laughter of your three favorite boys playing video games or watching television. But now it wasn’t like that. You no longer heard John’s loud laughter that echoed through the halls, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. It was just silence.
“I’m going away for a couple of weeks, possibly a month max.” John breaks your thoughts as he stops you from going further down the hall. He noticed the grasp he had on your hand and quickly dropped it.
You were used to talks like this. Once again, it was different with you two being divorced this time. Your lips form a straight line as you realize that you’ll have to give your sons the talk. “Did you tell the boys?” You asked.
“Of course, they took the news quite well. Shockingly,” John chuckles as he rubs at his facial hair before sighing. “I just wanted to let you know also.”
“They’re not our little babies anymore; they’re getting so big.” You admitted. “But I appreciate you telling me,” You added.
He gives you a grin of satisfaction before he shares his farewells to find his way out. However, now it was you stopping him from departing. “Just return back to us—I mean them, in one piece.” You gave him a genuine smile that you knew he had to return.
“And if I don’t?” John turns to take a step forward, once again closing the gap between you two as you stand in the hallway.
“I’m going to come to save you myself if I have to. I am not going through these boys' teenage years alone, you smug asshole.” You said as you were trying to bite back a grin.
John glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His heart pinged at the sight of that grin. Some days he found himself questioning what went wrong without realizing that nothing can go wrong in a relationship. However, people can outgrow each other. They can just realize that it wasn’t working out anymore, and John was trying so hard to attach that statement to the two of you. He just couldn’t. The captain couldn’t let you go. He was quite upset that he let you go—that he sat and let the divorce happen.
“So please, John Price, return in one piece quickly.” You repeated. You noticed his eyes glancing at your lips and soon staring back at you. He did that when he wanted to kiss you. You’ve known him for years to tell that.
“And if you want one last kiss, just get it over with, John.” You threw your hands up in defeat, knowing that this would only complicate and confuse things. But then again, this could be the last time you see him.
With that, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you so hard that you forget to breathe for a second. Your fingers grasped at his shirt to get him closer. Your back was pushed against the wall as John deepened the kiss. His tongue glides across your lower lip, aching to taste you. His guess was you were drinking wine before he dropped the kids off because, on Sunday nights, you spent it drinking wine and indulging in a bubble bath. Of course, he remembered that. He knew you more than he fuckin’ knew himself.
Your lips parted without a fight or fuss just to let John in. His tongue slithers in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. John’s kisses always took you to another universe. They were so intense that they made your knees go weak. They made you sit and think about them. They had you wanting more. Maybe this kiss and the fact that you haven’t been laid since the divorce had you eager for more. His lips disconnect from your lips to kiss your jawline and then to your neck. His facial hair tickles you, and you bite back a childish giggle as you notice how fast he moves. His hands lingered in the pastel pink silk robe that seemed to loosen each second.
“Fuck, I missed this,” John whispered before he planted a kiss on your swollen lips again.
“We’re going to wake the boys. We should go into the room,” You said between the subtle breaks of the kiss. “They’ll question why you’re still here, you know?”
“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” He leads you to the master bedroom that once was shared by you two. The scent of John still lingers around even though you even redecorated the room to your liking.
Your back pushes against the room door to close it shut as your eyes watch John tugging the shirt he wore over his head. Your teeth got caught in your lip as you took him in. From his broad shoulders to the battle scars. The sight of him had your panties wet and forced you to clutch your thighs shut. He took two steps to be closer to you again, his eyes taking in your features. From your coils that fell in your face due to your wash-n-go style to those eyes that put him in a trance every time he looked at you. His hands travel down to untie the knot of the silk robe.
Your skin is now garnished with goosebumps as soon as the crisp air in your room hits your skin. Your nipples had already hardened from just the sight of John, so they immediately poked through the silk fabric. John’s mouth watered at the sight of you. He always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen. His tongue wets his lips before he gets on his knees without a word to help you step out of your panties. He’s prompting one of your legs over his shoulder without a care, and without warning, he’s indulging in your taste. The flat of his tongue gliding across your wet folds. John missed this. He missed being between your plush legs, hearing you whimpering his name and clawing your fingers through his hair.
His tongue flickers at your clit, which got you talking. Your hand went up to muffle your moans, but as soon as you felt John’s tongue trace the outline of your entrance—you had lost any grace to keep your voice down. Your knees buckled slightly at the feeling of him in between your thighs. John ignored your pleas and cried about how good he made you feel. The only thing on his mind was the thought of tasting you. Making you come so good that when he left—he was the only thing on your mind. Was that selfish of John? Probably so, but he didn’t give a damn.
Teasingly he placed a kiss on your thigh before going back in. His nose nuzzled at your pubes as he took his index and middle finger to insert inside of you without warning. He let his tongue flicker at your sensitive bud as he thrusts his fingers inward. Your juices dripped down his slender digits as he fingered you. His eyes make eye contact with you as he’s curving his finger just to hit that spot that causes you to yell out his name.
“John baby, please. I’m about to-“ Your words stopped abruptly when you felt him remove himself from you. Your orgasm blew away as quickly as ever as John stood up off his knees. He’s staring at you with so much lust in his eyes—it was the same look he gave you the night the twins were conceived.
His bulge was noticeable in his pants; you took it upon yourself to tug him closer in a heated kiss. The taste of you now encrypts your tongue while you undo the button on his pants. You let your hand rub at his bulge, causing him to groan in the kiss. As you were helping him out his bottoms, his callous hands fully tugged the silk robe off. The robe decorated the brown wooden floors alongside John’s clothes, and with each passing minute, you became whole again.
He lifts you up easily, and a chill goes down your spine at the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance. You were expecting him to carry you to the bed. You wouldn’t have minded him taking you in a missionary position where you could feel extra stroke; he put his all in. Or doggy style, where you could muffle out his name in the fluffy pillow. But instead, he’s using the door to lean your back upon, and with one hand holding you up—he using his other to help guide you upon his cock. Your arms snake around his neck in a strong grasp from the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out and the fear of him dropping you. You two had never done a position so vulgar, so this came as a shock to you. But the only thing you could do is indulge in the glorious feeling of John.
It was such an amazing feeling. It felt like John was the only thing you could stutter out. How his hands guided you up and down his cock had your eyes lolling in the back of your head. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip to muffle your moans because you didn’t want to wake the boys. With each thrust upward, you felt your juices dripping down your thighs. When you made eye contact with John, you didn’t think you could get any wetter than you already were. He looked so wonderful like this. Balls deep inside you, uttering how well you’re taking him and how beautiful you look. Were you falling back in love with him, or was that just the way he was fucking you that had your brain all mushy inside.
“You haven’t been giving this pussy to anyone else, have you?” John questioned through his rhythmic thrusting.
You couldn’t muster up an answer until he fully tugged himself from thrusting upward inside of you and slamming himself back into your wet pussy once again. This time repeat the question so you can answer him loud and clear.
“No, I’m all yours, John.” You whimpered out with tears of pleasuring, staining your lash line.
You leaned in to kiss him deeply, your fingers combing through his hair, just wanting to feel closer to him. Although your bodies were already swapping sweat and intertwined closer than ever, it just felt right at the moment, wanting to be closer to John. His thrusting became quicker, and you knew he was most likely about to cum. You could always tell when he was about to come.
Cause when John came, he came a lot. Big heavy loads of his cum just oozed out when he came. He had a thing where he would always come inside you unless you told him not to. But it didn’t shock you; he told you before you two got engaged that he wanted kids. You always joke that it was why you were graced with twins instead of one child.
His face would get as red as a tomato, and the only thing you could hear him say as he cast soft kisses upon your neck and collarbone was your name.
“Y/N..Y/N..I love you, Y/N.”
When the two of you were being tugged down by the intense feeling of your orgasms, you quickly went to tug on your rob. Your skin felt hot, sticky, and you smelt like him. You were shuffling in embarrassment as you collected John’s clothes off the floor and shoved them in his hands. You couldn’t even progress the fact that he uttered those words to you.
“You must get out of here before the boys see you.” You were avoiding looking at him because you knew you would want more. You knew you couldn’t say those words because it would further confuse you.
You were expecting him to argue against your words, but John collected his clothes and started to put them on. The two of you were silent as you sat on the bed, attempting to collect your thoughts. You had just slept with your ex-husband and enjoyed it. Actually, you were eager for me.
And the last thing John said to you before leaving the bedroom you once shared was to give the boys one last kiss for me.
You leaned back into your seat, watching as your two friends were a giggling mess.
“I can’t believe you kicked him out afterward. You could at least let him sleep in the guests' room.” Cheryl said.
“Hell, he had his head in between her thighs. Might as well sleep in the master bedroom.” Sheila adds.
Sheila would finish her drink and check her phone, “Oh shit, the wife has come to pick us tipsy stranglers up.” She says as she looks at you. “I mean, you can always ask John for a ride. Considering you already…you know.”
Cheryl snickers as she tugs her jacket on and collects her belongings. “Sheila, we have to be serious. He can’t know what we know. Now I’m heading to the ladies' room before we leave; you coming?”
“Oh yeah,” Sheila says.
“I’ll meet you two outside.” You slipped on your jacket and moved by the crowd in the bar to exit. Purposely avoiding the direction that John was near.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just knew seeing him would mean you’ll bombard yourself with feelings that you've been thinking about since he left. You’ll be forced to think about how maybe letting him was a huge mistake.
As soon as you stepped outside, you called the babysitter for your sons to let them know that you were on your way home. Your back leaned against the brick wall waiting for Sheila and Cheryl—of course, they would take forever in the bathroom when you needed to run away from someone. You tugged your jacket further on your body once you felt the crisp nightly breeze brush by you. Suddenly, you could feel someone standing next to you. And you knew it was him.
For one.) he probably saw you leave in such a hurry you would think you left your oven on at your house or two.) Cheryl and Sheila didn’t actually go to the bathroom. They most likely drunkenly approached him and said that you were waiting for him.
“We need to talk.” It seemed you two said at the same time.
Now you were facing him, the sound of the bar door was pushed open, and your two friends bubbly stumbled out, arms linked with each other as they walked towards Sheila's wife's car.
“Bye, John,” Cheryl drags out his name with a childish grin, not hiding that she knew you two slept together. “Y/N? Are you coming? They can drop you off also.”
“She’s in good hands, Cheryl. I’ll make sure she gets off safely.” John gives her a half grin, and you look at your friends, trying to telepathically tell them not to leave you alone with him.
But Sheila only winked at you before wishing her farewells to you and John and dragging a tipsy Cheryl away. Now the two of you were alone. Just you, him, and your thoughts about that night before he left.
“We should get going. The babysitter is waiting for us—I mean me.” You said, and with that, you followed John to his car.
Too many memories hit you all at once when you were in the passenger seat. The scent of John, obviously. The one crayon marking from one of the twins was on the dashboard. The driver's side that you occasionally would glance at John and watch him drive. He’ll always catch you staring before you look away in embarrassment. Gosh, you couldn’t forget the times that seat was reclined back, and you climbed on top of him like a hormonal sex-deprived woman. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this at the moment. You wanted to have a clear conversation with him without anything sexual getting involved.
“Is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened?” John questioned. His eyes stared ahead on the road, and you just felt so little in his car.
Facing your feelings head-on as soon as that question comes out. Your fingers toyed with the bracelets that decorated your wrist before speaking, “We had sex. What more is there to say?”
You could hear your ex-husband tapping at the steering wheel. He clicks his tongue before speaking, “That’s what it was? Doesn’t seem like it, but okay.” He makes a turn, and you take note that he was purposely taking the long way back to the home you two once shared.
“Okay?” You asked. “Is that why you’re taking a long way home? Come on, John. We’ve taken this route before when we want-” You stopped midsentence realizing what you would say.
It was the same way he would take where he would pull over after a romantic date, and the two of you would engage in a heated quickie. He would take the same route if you two needed to argue a little longer to prevent your sons from hearing it when you were home. The last time you took this route, your lips parted to utter the word divorce; the rest was history.
“Because we need to talk. You know more than I know that what happened was more than just sex.”
You grew silent, slowly slumping in your seat. “But what’s next if I say I felt more?” You asked. Your arms cross over your chest, sighing. “We can’t just get together.”
“Why not?” John stops at the red light, forcing you to meet his gaze.
Oh, that gaze. He knew what he was doing. He knew that right now, the way his eyes drank in your looks as if you were the finest bottle of whiskey made your heart flutter in your chest. You looked away, not having an answer to his question because there weren’t any. Deep down, you wanted to give you and John another try.
It was only right that you rekindled the old flame that blew out.
After a minute of silence and the low hum of whatever generic pop song was playing on the radio, you asked. “So, how does this work?”
“I guess we take it one step at a time.” He gives you a reassuring smile that you return.
“One step at a time.” You repeated before finally relaxing in your seat.
