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Pairing: Hubby/NBA Player!Connie x Black!Pregnant!Wifey!Reader (Based on my headcanon HERE!)
Synopsis: After an extremely grueling basketball season, Titans champion Connie Springer is ready to start his night off right with his beautiful trophy...and no, not the trophy he got from winning the most anticipated game of the season. He means you, his adorable wife carrying his unborn child. But what should be a long night of clubbing turns into something hotter when he suspects that you're feel unconscious in your new dress due to the bun cookin' in your oven. How does your hubby resolve this? By bending you over and giving you a quickie in your dress, of course!
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Titan/Modern AU; Married AU; Sports AU; Body Insecurity; Latino!Connie; Some Spanish; Soft Dom!Connie x sub!Reader; Lactation Kink; Some Degradation ("Puta"); Praise; F*cking in the Mirror; Fingering; Pussy-Eating; Tongue Piercing; Tattoo Kink; Quickie Sex; Clothed!Reader x Naked!Connie; Mating Press; Riding; Connie F*cking You From the Bottom; Reader Cums 2x; Raw Creampie; Breeding
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I'm so happy I was able to get this out!! I'm on a little weekend trip & got so caught up in work/school that I was afraid i wouldn't be able to make it to the end of May. This is a little fic for my Connie's b-day (month since i missed the day lmaoo) inspired by @laylathegoddesss's Eren x Pregnant!Reader fic. Please go give her stuff a read!! She's AMAZING!! i hope y'all enjoy!! <3 -love, Jazz
You stood in the full-length mirror leaning against the bedroom wall, staring at the plump woman standing in front of you.
Her stomach protruded so obviously from underneath her skin-tight black mini dress that it would've comical if the woman wasn't you.
Despite your 12-inch buss down flowing down your back in soft, black curls, soft, glamorous makeup, and gorgeous heels, you don't feel any bit of sexy, fabulous, or desirable. Unlike the trophy your husband treats you as, like the one he won earlier today at his championship game.
You ran your hands over your very pregnant stomach, your lips, slick with Fenty Beauty Lip Bomb gloss, downturning into a deepened frown. 'I look so fat in this.'
The thought came out of nowhere, conjured by the way the soft, black fabric of the bodycon dress stuck to your form, stretching over your stomach in the most embarrassing way possible. You would've loved the dress on your unpregnant, smaller body, but now? It made you look like a joke.
You didn't have time to inspect your tummy any more than you already have when you hear your husband calling from the bathroom down the hall. "Baby!" he called. "You ready yet? The ride will be here soon!"
"Uh...just a minute!" you called back. "I'm just puttin' on my earrings." You quickly waddled over to your vanity where you plucked up two diamond earrings that your husband bought you last Christmas. Just as you turned back around as you're fastening them, your husband is there, leaning against the bedroom door.
Connie Springer was truly the apple of everyone's eye...including yours. He was your husband. Your love. Your one and only. As the star player of his local basketball team “The Titans” and a member of the NBA, the Japanese-Latino player was no stranger to affection, both wanted and unwanted. Even though he’d been with you for four years before proposing and marrying you, Connie was still getting affections from every woman sitting outside at his games.
And why not? Connie was truly a hottie with his tan skin and muscles that glistened in sweat on the court; his buzz cut to went so well with the 24k diamond studs in his ears; his tattoos inking up and down his right arm and muscular calve; his charming smile and green eyes they blazed with fire during a game before he shot a basket and blew you a kiss in the bleachers.
You couldn’t believe he chose you out of all of the women at your local game. Not a model or a singer or an actress. You, a simple city girl who owned her own bakery, though that wasn’t some small feat.
You just figured a basketball player would rather date a socialite. But after Jean Kristen, Connie’s friend and fellow Titan player, introduced you to Connie at a celebratory party you were catering for them, sparks flew and Connie was instantly attracted.
As were you. To his hot-headedness, protectiveness, and bold personality especially. Despite his height, Connie was irresistibly confident and that made him irresistibly sexy to you.
Your man didn’t play about you. You sat courtside at all his games. Traveled with him first class. Was kept locked at his side on the street or in his lap at the club, no matter the stares. He decked paparazzi in the face, knocking cameras that tried to snap flicks of you on the ground. He argued people down on Twitter and TikTok who bashed you, including the fuck ass Shade Room on IG. He even had a bodyguard walk around with you once he found out you were pregnant.
You were his woman and he wanted everyone to know that. Now, years later, married with a baby on the way, nothing has changed. Except your body.
"What?" you murmured, flushing hot at his intimately soft look. Connie was wearing an Armani shirt with jeans, the cuffs rolled up to expose his yummy tattoos. The simple silver chain glistened like his stud earrings, making your stomach flip.
"You're just...perfect," he sighed, his jade eyes rolling over your body. "Can't believe how fuckin' lucky I am to have you." You flushed, biting back a smile. Of course, he’d say that. "You don't think it's too..."
You trailed off, biting your lip. As your husband slunk into the room, you twisted around to face the mirror. Your body seemed to change over night from the baby—wider hips, bigger stomach, larger tits plump with milk, a fatter ass, etc.
Though you’d take the fat ass and titties, the stomach is a whole other issue. At six months, you feel like a walking hippo. A balloon about to pop. You had to switch your wardrobe due to your weight gain.
"Too what, mama?" Connie murmured, coming up behind you to wrap his hands around your stomach. Something he always did. Despite his short height, he still stood a couple inches taller than you, the top of your head just brushing his chin. “Too...y'know...tight?" you asked, your eyes facing down at your tummy.
Connie pressed himself against you, giving you a feel of his bulge. “It ain't tight enough," he murmured against your neck. "Love it when you wear that sexy shit. I want everyone to know that your fine ass is mines." His hand cascaded down to your ass, possessively squeezing it.
"Like the big ass rock on my finger don't say that," you giggled, admiring the gorgeous diamond ring in the 24k gold band he slid on your finger at your highly-anticipated wedding. He smacked your behind at the little remark, making you squeak (and gush into your very expensive Savage X Fenty panties).
God, you loved how rough and hard Connie’s hands were! He was a grabber—always grabbing your waist, your ass, your tits, your tummy. He loved to grip your hair and pin your thighs back during sex, grab your throat and palm whatever he could. It always made you feel so kept and desirable, but lately, not even your man's handsiness could stop these insecure feelings taking over you.
“Really, Con, is this okay to wear for your party? With my tummy and all?" He met your gaze in the mirror, confused painted across his face. “Baby, why you askin' me that? You look amazing!" He paused, brows furrowed. "Why? You don't think so?"
Quickly, you tried to backtrack. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you on his big night. He just won a championship game earlier today! Tonight was to celebrate HIM! "No, no, it's not that! I-I was just wonderin' is all. Since we'll be around your team and big names in the sports business."
Connie was still giving you a concerned look, but you masked your true feelings with a plastic smile, draping your arms around his neck. "It's nothin', babe, really! I'm almost done anyway." Your husband looked like he wanted to say more, but his phone ringing in his pocket stopped him short. He slipped it out and read the text over.
He groaned, irked that the moment was ruined over some BS. "Shit, my driver just texted me sayin' he had a family emergency. Lemme order an Uber real quick." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he shot out of the bedroom, already on the phone with his driver.
As soon as he was gone, you waddled over to your walk-in closet and dug through your clothes for another dress. You had quite the collection, ranging from the business-like, sophisticated gowns to the tighest, sexiest club dresses. All kinds of designer—Gucci, Versace, Dior, Dolce & Gabbana—stared back at you, most from when your body was a lot smaller.
You felt tears burn in your eyes as you stared at them, grieving your old shape, but you pushed them away and picked out an off-the-shoulder black dress with a skater skirt flared to conceal your stomach. It wasn't at all the kind of sexy, jaw-dropping dress you had on before and even pulling it on, you felt internally guilty for changing clothes.
After you had the new dress on, you didn't feel any better. In fact, you felt worse. So much so that you sat on the edge of the bed you shared every night with your husband and felt like you could cry from how low you felt. You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling so many emotions that battled with each other.
If Connie hadn't came back upstairs whistling so happily, you would've definitely begun crying. Damn hormons.
"Alright, my beautiful wife! Let's getcha outta here so we can..." He abruptly paused, his full, pink lips turning into a worried frown. "Hey, what's up?" He knew from the moment he entered the room that you were down. He could read you like a book.
"Huh? O-Oh, I'm fine! I just got winded." But Connie didn’t smile back. He knew it was a shit lie. Worriedly, he sat beside you on the bed and placed a comforting hand on your thigh. "Baby, if you don't think you're up for this party, we can always stay home."
You gaped at him, upset at him even suggesting such a thing. "What?! Nooo! Connie, you just won a championship game and everybody is lookin' forward to seein' you! It's important!" Connie pulled a stern face, holding your hands firmly in his.
"You're important," he firmly replied. "You and my baby." His hand ran over your stomach, right over the gold buttons running down your dress. “Why'd you change your dress?" he bluntly asked, those green eyes daring you to lie to him.
You looked away, biting your lip. Usually, being vulnerable with Connie wasn't a battle, but this time? It was a damn war.
"I just...didn't like how the other one looked on me." The silence that stuck in the air was tense and thick. Connie was obviously upset with your confession, but he didn't show it just yet. "Why?" he demanded. "And don't try to bat your lashes outta this one, mi amor. Tell me what's goin on up here."
You felt tears prick your eyes, threatening to burst and ruin your makeup. You stared down at Connie's knuckle tattoos, unable to stare him in the eyes. "I-I...I just don't think I look sexy anymore. I feel ugly and fat a-and—oh!" Suddenly, you were over Connie’s lap with your ass tooted in the air for him.
"Connie?!" you gasped, looking back at him as he splayed you across his lap. "What are you—"
"Shut up," he snapped. "I don't wanna hear nothin' but those pretty little moans outta you.” Quickly, he hiked your dress up to show off your lace panties nestled between your plump asscheeks etched in tiger stripes and—
Rrrriiiip!
"Con!" you gasped. “Those were new!” You pouted as he flung the flimsy lace undies away somewhere across the room. “I’ll get you new ones. Now be quiet and take your punishment, wifey.” Before you could take a single breath, your husband was raising his hand over your ass and striking it down hard on your asscheeks.
SPANK!
You gasped and flinched as if you weren't aware that he was about to do this. Connie loved all of you, but he was an ass guy down to the T. He couldn't get enough of squeezing, smacking, grabbing, and caressing your butt every chance he got, even after matches right on national television.
But he especially loved hanging you over his knee and spanking you, just to hear you moan and scream for him. He loved punishing you just to see those tears and feel how wet you got from the sparks of pain and pleasure mixing into one intoxicating cocktail. “Ah! Con, wait!” you tried to protest. You squirmed, trying to free yourself, but Connie locked one arm around you to keep you there. “Ah-ah, you ain’t listenin’. That’s liable for another spank.”
SPANK!
You gasped as his hand came down again, much harder than before. You felt fire lick across your right asscheek, harsh and unbearable. “Ow!” you yelped, cringing at the pain. Your husband only watched, in love with the way your ass recoiled against his palm. “Hurts, mamas? That’s how I felt when you told me you changed your dress ‘cause you don’t think you looked sexy in it.”
SPANK!
He hit your left cheek this time, making your ass burn with a thousand fires all from his hand alone. “That’s how I feel whenever you feel insecure about that body of yours. The one I love so, so much.”
SPANK!
“Do you have any idea how fuckin’ hot you are? How many men would kill to snatch you up and take you away from me?”
SPANK!
“How many men would love to breed you? Give you a baby like I did?”
SPANK! SPANK!
“Do you like to hurt me, baby? You wanna see me heartbroken over you? Is that it, mamì?”
You were surprised you could even speak. Connie's assault on your ass has left you twitching and hot all over, your ass raw from the spankings. You also were wetter than you ever remember being since the negative feelings over your pregnant body. "N-No," you softly whimpered.
SPANK!
You let out a loud whine in anguish at the agonizing singe of Connie's assault on your ass, the fire against your cheeks getting much worse. "What was that, mama? I couldn't hear you." You were shaking as you replied, tongue-tied and teary-eyed. “N-No, Papì! I’m sorry! I just felt insecure!”
You sniffled as Connie began to rub his hand over your asscheeks, soothing the burn. "And why the fuck do you feel that, huh?" he growled. "Do you even realize how sexy you are? How hard you get me all the fuckin' time?"
You felt it now underneath you, pushing against your stomach. His hard cock chubbing against hiss slacks. "Connie," you whined. "That's so lewd." You tried not to rub against it, not wanting to throw in the towel and admit defeat just yet. "And you love it," he chuckled. "My good little girl."
The pet name made your stomach flip, his pet names always being your weakness. Your krypnonite. "But I'm not little," you muttered. Connie paused, quirking an eyebrow down at your little self-deprocating remark. "Oh, no?"
You squeaked as he suddenly yanked you up and placed you on his lap, your back meeting his front. He locked one arm around your midsection, placing you right on top of his bulge. "Then why is it so easy to lift you up and put you wherever I want, hermosa? Why don't I break a sweat when I pick you up and fuck you, hm?"
He began to rub himself against your pussy, causing your gush to ooze onto his cock, staining his slacks. "P-Papì, don't," you whined. You bit your lip as you felt your puffy pussy lips split open, causing more of your honey to spill out and embarrassingly soak Connie's dickprint through his pants. "'Don't' nothin'," he growled. "Don't make me smack this pussy...unless ya want that."
His hand skated down your pussy, pressing right against your slit in anticipation of a smack. "Ooo, I think you do. She just gushed for me!" He tsked, nibbling your earlobe, making you whimper at the contact. "Still so slutty. Keep it up and I'mma give you another baby, baby."
Your teeth sunk deeper into your bottom lip, excitment coursing through you at the idea of your hubby giving you another raw creampie. "But I won't do that if you don't put the dress back on," he whispered in your ear. And just like that, your stomach pitted and turned to ice. When you turned to look at Connie, his eyes were fierce and all ablaze. He wasn't playing with you. "B-But—"
"So I guess you don't want your husband to make you feel good before our night out together?" he cut in, raising a brow at you. "You don't want him to bust a fat load in you?" You paused, your face hot and your pussy wet as his fingers toyed with it. Your body betrayed you, dammt. "Mmm-hmm, that's what I thought."
Together, he helped you stand and undressed you, taking good care of carefully unbuttoning each button on your dress until it was off. You felt so loved and special as he slid the skin-tight dress back on you, no panties included. Then he had you stand between his legs as he sat on the bedside, grinning at you.
"Theeeere's my sexy wife!" he cooed. "Spin for me, mama." You tried to bite back your smile, but your joy took over as you twirled for him, giggling when he groaned at the sight of your ass pushing against the fabric. "Baby, THIS is what made you insecure? Dios mio, turn around and look at yourself."
He took your hands in his, pressing a sweet kiss to each knuckle. "You're beautiful, baby bump or not. But the fact that you're hold a little me or you in there makes you ten times more gorgeous." His hands released yours to hold your stomach, pressing a kiss to it before posessievely yanking down the window to your dress that showed off your cleavage.
You let out a little intake of breath as each of your full tits popped out for him, hanging like ripe fruit for him.
"Connie," you whined. Your husband was mesmorized as he massaged and held each tit in his hands, his thumbs running over the hard nubs. "Look at these full tits," he murmured before he leaned in to suck on each, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks.
You moaned, knees almost buckling as he sucked and toyed with your nipples until he moaned in surprise as liquid leaked out of your nipples. Milk. "Lactating already, mama?" he chuckled. You flushed, realizing that this wasn't a kink you both explored. "I started early for the baby. Is that okay?"
Connie's eyes flashed with a lustful fire as he practically stuffed his face in your tits, motorboating you and making you giggle. "That's more than okay. Fuck, you taste so fuckin' good, mama." "He continued to suck on your tits, drawing milk out of the hard, brown peaks as you moaned and whimpered, gripping onto him for dear life. "Look at me. Look at how hard you've got your man."
You did so, finding that his cock has grown in his slacks, twitching and pulsing against his fly as if he was about to bust out. "Yeah? You want this dick right now?" He paused, gripping his cock in his hand, palming himself to your heart's content.
"Yes, please, Papì." You tried to touch him yourself, but he stopped you, shaking his head. "Mmm...not yet. You gotta earn this dick first. Lay back f'me, but don't take your eyes off the mirror. I've gotta make my wife feel good, don't I?" He gave a wolfish grin that was so Connie-like that you giggled, all of those pesky little negative thoughts about yourself starting to vanish.
You bit your lip and watch him as he knelt down in front of you and opened your legs. When he got a look at your soaked little pussy, puffy from arousal and glistening for him, he almost looked pained. “Goddamn, mama,” he hissed. “You’re so wet f'me. You didn't need them little panties anymore.”
His eyes flicked up to yours, his hands laying on your thighs. ‘Okay?’ his eyes asked.
Wordlessly, you nodded, unable to speak. But he wasn't satisfied. He began to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit, paying close attention to your reactions. “No es suficiente, hermosa (Not enough, beautiful). Words, baby,” he growled. “Gimme words.”
SMACK!
His hand smacked lightly against your pussy, making you yelp in pleasure and your pussy throb against his palm. “Yes!” you moaned, your pretty red-painted toes curling in your heels. “Please, Con…please touch me.”
He gave you a devastating smile at your pitiful reaction, but didn't keep you waiting. He split your thighs wider, causing your pussy lips to slightly split and expose your dripping hole for him. “Shit!” he hisses, gaping at your sex. “You have the prettiest pussy, mamì. I can't believe I get this all the time."
“Thank y–!” But your words were cut off by a sudden gasp as Connie leaned in and began suckling on your clit and eating your pussy like a starving man. He was relentless with his tongue slashes, flicks, and long licks up and down your slit.
He moved his tongue like he was a master at eating pussy, paying close attention to your reactions even though you had this mouth over a thousand times before. But every time was still fucking amazing.
You moaned and whimpered above him, your fingers carding through his buzzcut as your other hand moved down to your pussy, trying to make Connie ease up on his immaculate, fast pussy-eating. "Ah, f-fuck...w-wait, Con, b-baby! Do we...oh, shit yes! Do you have time to do this?"
Your husband paused, his forest-green eyes boring into yours. "Who cares? We'll get there when we get there. Now move your hands before I move 'em for you." You gushed at the dominance in his tone, loving it when he shifted into such a demanding, bossy mood. "You're gonna ruin my dress, babe."
Your husband smirked, teasingly licking you from slit to asshole with his fat tongue, the cold metal of his tongue piercing making you moan. "Shouldn't I be sayin' that?" he chuckled. "You seem mad animate 'bout it now when you was the one who didn't wanna wear it."
He slid your dress up higher, exposing a bit of your pregnant stomach to him as you leaned back, both of your holes on full display for him. Connie loved you like that: slutty, open, and vulnerable on his bed. "I'll get you another one. It wouldn't be the first time I did that; besides, I paid for it."
And he did. He saw the dress in a window and immediately thought of you, FaceTiming you to show you. "You like this, amor?" he had asked, flashing you the slinky dress through the phone as he popped his gum. "I thought you could add this to your lil' club dress collection."
"B-But it was for your party," you whined, squirming as your husband wiggled his tongue in a way that made your eyes roll back. Connie glared at you from between your thighs, pissed that you're interrupting his meal. "Fuck the dress. And motherfuck the party."
You laughed but it turned into a breathy moan as he slurped at your pussy, drinking in every drop of your arousal you could give. "You say that now till Jean takes half the basketball cake. You know he's greedy for my cake."
Connie's eyes flashed with lust as he forced your thighs to your chest, stretching you completely open for him, exposing your ass to him. "I am too. And if Jean knows what's good for him, he'd better stay the fuck away from both."
You writhed and grinded your hips against his mouth as he dove back in, trying to get him closer. Your pussy pushed into his pillowy-soft lips and wet tongue that drew shapes and wrote hois name across your wet, swollen pussy lips and needy little clit. "God, baby!" you moaned. "Please faster! I-I need to cum in your mouth!"
Connie hummed in enjoyment, making the most salaciously lewd sounds as his tongue swirled in your wetness. "The feeling's mutual, mi amor," he cooed. He then pulled away from you, lips glistening with your juices. "How 'bout you..."
He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, making your seat hot for you. Pat, pat. "Hop up here in my lap, hm? I wanna feel your pussy squeeze 'round my fingers when I finally make you cum."
He nodded at the mirror across the bed facing the bed, his expression hot. "But I'll only make you cum if you keep lookin' in that mirror at yourself. I want you to watch yourself gush 'round my fingers f'me, okay?"
Connie always loved him some mirror sex...and so did you. You loved watching his pretty face contort in pleasure when he sunk in your pussy, railing you with all that he had until he blew a fat load in you. You felt your body tingle in arousal and excitement, your pussy thinking for you. "Uh...can you get naked first?"
He grinned at you, already popping onto his feet to undress. "What a little puta my wife is! God, I'm so lucky!"
Connie was right: fuck the party. As soon as he was down to his briefs, showing off every mouth-watering muscle, tattoo, and the ridges of his fat cock in his briefs, you weren't thinking about anything else but getting more of him.
And once you were sitting in his lap, all thoughts of going anywhere flew out the window. Because your husband had you locked in his lap, thighs spread, with two fingers stuffed inside of your pussy, making you watch him finger-fuck your brains out in the mirror.
Your mouth was a permanent O as you moaned and whined from Connie teasing you wet entrance, sliding his fingers in and out, slowly pumping them and curling them up till you keened. “So needy,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your neck as he continued, his expression lustful as he watched you in the mirror. "Mmm, that's it. So wet f'me. Feel so fuckin' good."
He dug his nose into the long curls cascading down your back as he got you closer, closer. The edges of your vision blurred as you raced towards your orgasm, your moans bouncing off of the wall. Your eyes closed as bliss took over, your clit throbbing. "Connie, m'close!" you slurred. "I'm gonna cum soon!"
“Que?” Connie immediately stopped, leaving his fingers in you. “And who the fuck said you could do that? I don't see your eyes on that mirror." Your eyes opened, staring at the pregnant woman with the brown skin and full lips, her pussy on full display in her man's lap.
"Look at yourself," he demanded. "Look at that goddess. Who's that pretty girl gettin' her pussy fucked?" He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and began to rub at your clit, making you groan from the sweet pleasure. "M-Me," you stammered.
SMACK!
You gasped as Connie slapped your pussy again, the sharpness of his hit almost making you gush. "Louder! Who is she?!" Then his fingers were back inside, pumping, stroking, pushing you towards a much-needed nut. "Me! It's me, Papì! I know I'm beautiful and gorgeous and...fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
Connie grinned into your neck, kissing behind you ear the way you liked; the shit that made you melt. "That's my good girl. Now cum for me.” And after a few more thrusts and some teasing moans in your ear that turned you into a puddle, you came on your husband's thick fingers.
The ink lacing his knuckles looked sinful, especially since his fingers were stuffed so nicely inside of you, sticky and glistening with your pussy juices. He made you cum the only way Connie Springer, NBA player, and your husband/baby daddy, could: hard and intense.
Your eyes rolled back and you twitched in his lap as your orgasm washed over you, taking you through space. When you finally came down, you were dizzy and supremely satisfied, feeling like the sexiest bitch to walk the earth. Connie peppered your face in kisses, making you giggle. “Muy bien (very good), baby! That’s my good lil' listener. Look at the mess ya made.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them, wet and sticky, against your bottom lip. “Now you gotta clean it up.” You pried your mouth open, sucking on his digits as you stared at him in the mirror. “Now what do you say?” he whispered, one hand lacing around your throat.
You swallowed as he squeezed, the act making your pussy throb. “Thank you, Papì.” He smiled, kissing your lips. “You’re welcome, baby. Feel better now?”
You did...but you couldn't let him know that. You needed his dick like you needed air to breathe. There was NO FUCKING WAY you could leave this house without getting dicked down by your man. “Not really. I could use a little more persuasion.”
He clocked that sexy little purr as you spoke, his eyes growing lustful. “Little slut. Of course, you could. Well—“
Ding-ding! Groaning, Connie snatched his phone from across the bed and looked at the notification there. “Damn. Ride will be here in 15 minutes.” Disappointment flooded in you. That meant no fucking until the party was over...which could've been 2AM for all you knew. “Oh. Well, we can always finish when we get home.”
Connie scrunched his face at you, disgusted by such a statement. “Da fuck? No way are you leavin’ this bed without gettin’ my dick in you.”
With ease, he scooped you up in his arms and placed you on your back on the bed. “B-But, Connie. Our ride—“
“Can wait. He knows who the fuck he’s pickin’ up, plus I tipped him extra.” Then he was snatching off his briefs, freeing his big, beautiful, fat, veiny cock from its prison, making your stomach flip with anticipation. “Now lay back f’me, baby. I can make you cum in 10.”
You had no doubt that he could, but the thing was once you and Connie started fucking, a quickie could turn into a two-hour fuck session. Nasty, sticky, wet, and messy: just the way you both enjoyed.
And staring into his moltenly-hot eyes, you knew that this would probably be either a quickie or an hour-long session depending on how he was feeling. “Just keep your eyes on that mirror. Am I clear?” He gripped your chin and forced it back, making you stare at yourself hanging off of the bed upside down in the mirror. “Y-Yes, sir," you whimpered.
Turned out that was hard to do when your husband was fucking you so good. He put you on your side to make it easier on your tummy and fucked you from the side, pumping his cock in and out of your dripping pussy, making the bed squeal and you make such slutty sounds. "Ah! Ah, fuck, Connie, yes!" you wailed. "Please do it faster! Harder!"
Your man hovered above you, hands gripping your ass and thighs, trailing over your tiger stripes, relishing every womanly part of you. "Yeah? That's how you want it?" he grunted. "Even while pregnant, you still wanna be put in the mattress. Dios miyo, what a sexy lil' whore I've got for a wife."
He put his foot up on the bed and thrusted in a way that put himself deeper, making you feel every inch of him. He pumped himself inside, in and out like a machine, never slowing or stopping. "I'm a whore for ya too, y'know," he panted. "I can't play one fuckin' game without thinkin' 'bout comin' home to you and fuckin' this pussy...makin' you cum over."
He smacked your ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your pussy being filled and your clit stroked against his toned stomach. "And over."
He flipped you onto your back, pushing your thighs up to stretch you, make you take him more. "And over again. 'Cause you fuckin' deserve it, baby. You deserve everything!"
You were losing your grip on reality, staring at your husband fuck you stupid in the mirror. "F-Fuck, Papì! You're so deep!" He met your eyes in the mirror, his pretty face and muscles adorned with tattoos and his tan skin glistening in sweat. "Tell me where you feel me, mamì. Tell me where my cock is."
You trailed a hand down to your plump, pregnant stomach, your manicure glistening at him. "Here. R-Right here." Connie grinned, loving to hear how much his dick had you going insane. "Maybe I can give you another creampie. Give my baby another baby...if that even works."
You had no idea, but the idea of being bred with another child by your husband made you want to squirt right there! "We can find out," you purred.
Connie smiled at you, flashing those pearly whites as he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, all tongue. "We sure can, mi amor. If you–shit–keep takin' that dick like that, I'll definitely give you another raw load." He fucked you harder, faster, deeper, making the bedsprings creak in protest below you. "How's that, hm?! That feel good?!"
He yelled at you as he fucked you dumb into your marital bed, his gold band listening at you as he held your throat. "Ye-e-esss!" you hiccuped, each word a jumbled meshment of words as you headed towards another fat nut. "Ohmygod, Con, I'm gonna cum soon! I'm s-so close!"
Your eyes squeezed tight as you felt it coming, Connie's grip on your throat increasing. "Yeah? You want me to make that lil' pussy cum for me?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave, making you lose control of yourself.
"Sì!" you moaned. "Yes, please, please, Daddy!" But then...he stopped. Your eyes opened in shock as he paused mid-thrust, looking very disappointed in you. "Uh-uh. Not yet, princessa. You ain't do what I asked you to do."
"What?" you dumbly asked, discombulated from being fucked within an inch of your life to not anymore. Connie clucked his tongue at you, shaking his head like a disappointed father. “I don’t see them eyes on that mirror, sexy.”
Fear shot in your stomach as he pulled out, smacking his cock against your pussy before he moved away from you entirely. You sat up, confused and sexually frustated. “What are you doing?” you panted.
Connie smirked as he laid back on the bed, slowly pumping his hard cock for you as he waited for you to join him. “Hop up. I want you to ride me and don’t you fuckin’ dare take your eyes off yourself. I’m close and so are you, so you’d better make it count.”
You were a little nervous about sitting on him since you were so much bigger now with the baby, but Connie's grip was secure as you crawled on top of him, pressing his dick against your entrance. You tensed as he gripped your hips, pushing his legs up to keep you upright. "You won't fall, baby. I've gotchu. You trust me, right?"
You stared down into those eyes that you loved for so long and continued to. "Yes," you replied. "With my life." He smiled, his cock twitching against your pussy impatiently. "Then bring that ass down here and ride this fuckin' dick."
And with a smile, you did as you were told and gave Connie the ride of his fucking life. You put it down heavy, your ass smacking against his thighs, as your pussy sucked in his cock, getting it wet and sticky with your honey, drawing the sluttiest noises out of both of you. "Fuck, that's it!" he moaned as he held onto you for dear life. "Bounce on that fuckin' dick, babe! You love takin' Papì's fat dick, don't you?"
"Fuck, Con, yes!" you whined. "Yes, I love it! I-I love you so, so much, Papì!" You gripped his chest as you alternated between bouncing on his dick and grinding so you could stroke your clit against his pelvis. Any move you did made sparks of pleasure explode through you, making you lose your grip on reality.
"Fuckin' prove it then," he growled. "Fuck me back and cum for me. Watch yourself cum all over my cock, mi amor. Look at how perfect you are."
You did as you were told and stared in the mirror across the room. "Who's that pretty girl ridin' dick, hm?" Connie groaned out. You stared at the woman bouncing on the fat cock in her, her juicy tits bouncing in time out of her dress, her plump stomach on full display with the dress hiked up over your hips. She glowed from her toes to the tip of her head, so free, screaming sex.
Yes. That pretty girl was you. You were beautiful.
You watched your tits and fresh curls bounce around your shoulders more as Connie fucked you back, pistoning his hips up like a jackhammer.
"Sì, sì, sì!" he panted, each word leaving his lips like a mantra as he got closer to his orgasm, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of you. You could feel yourself getting close again, that knot in your core about to snap. "M'gonna cum soon, Con," you whimpered.
"Cum for me then, baby!" Connie moaned, moving a hand between you to rub your clit, desperate to get you there. "Don't hold back."
But you did. There was only one thing that could help you get there. "I wanna cum with you," you begged. "Please cum with me, baby. Fill me up...please?" Then you tossed your ass back in a way that massaged his balls, making his toes curl and his mouth open on a moan.
"Aww, my baby can only cum if her man cums with her," he cooed. "So fuckin' adorable...so fuckin' mine!"
Together, you fucked the shit out of each other, meeting each other's thrusts. When you slammed yourself down, Connie thrusted up, giving you deep dicking from below, your moans, gasps, and whines collaborating and mashing together to fill the bedroom smelling of mingled body spray and sex.
"You're too beautiful," he groaned. "Ay coño, I can't fuckin' stand it, babe! You're gonna m-make me—"
"Cum with me!" you whined. "Please, Connie, cum inside me! Gimme another baby! Please!"
And then, finally, something magical happened. With a moan of his name on your lips and a swear in Spanish on his, you and your husband came at the same time. Pleasure exploded through the both of you, shared between you, bonding you to one another for that one moment as you reached your pinical together.
You felt Connie blow a very fat, wet, creamy load inside of your pussy, shooting up your club until your eyes fluttered and rolled back while you came, creaming all over his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as you collapsed against him, totally exhausted.
"Sh-sh-shit!" he hissed out, hugging you tight against him. He stammered and shook as he continued to cum, pushing his spunk deep into your pussy even as it dripped down your thighs and over your ass crack. "C'mere," he hissed before his lips were fiercely on yours.
You kissed, moaning into each other's mouths until finally, exhaustion took over and the high faded. You both began to softly laugh as Connie rolled you both over onto your sides so you were facing each other. He smiled at you, skin to skin, body to body. "You okay, mama?" he purred. "Was I too rough?"
You smiled as he sweetly caressed your cheek, pushing stray curls out of your face. "No," you giggled. "You were perfect."
"So were you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And look! Not a stain on that pretty dress!" You laughed as you examined your dress and sure enough, there was nothing. Not even cum! "You feel better now?" he cooed.
You dragged yourself over to him, pressing yourself into his chest, needing to feel him against you. "Yes. Thank you, hubby. I'm sorry I was being so stupid."
Connie tutted, muttering, "Nonsense. Never that. And you're welcome, wifey. It's always a pleasure to show you how precious you are." His hand trailed down to caress your stomach, loving and adoring. "You and this little bun in the oven...maybe two buns now."
You nearly burst with happiness at the thought of starting a family with Connie. One full of love and no judgment. Nothing but happiness. You tilted your face up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "I love you, Connie."
Connie smiled against your lips, holding you close. "I love you too, baby. No matter what shape or size. You're beautiful no matter what form."
BEEP-BEEP!
"Shit, that's our ride!" he announced, instantly popping up to get dressed. "Let me get dressed so we can leave." Quickly, because time was of the essence though all you wanted to do was lay with your husband in the after-sex glow, you began to get ready too. "Okay! Let me just get some new panties."
Connie shook his head as he yanked on some new briefs and pants, fastening them. "Nah, leave those off. I'm gonna need easy access later." He smirked at you as you scowled at him, pretending to be disgusted by his perviness.
SMACK! You squeaked when he smacked your naked ass beneath your dress, already setting up a possible second round at the club. "Now let's get you in that club so I can make all the other dudes jealous that I knocked up such a baddie."
You smiled at him, your wedding ring glistening around your finger as you stared at yourself in the mirror, accepting and loving. "Yes, Papì."
choso is a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything.
it’s not something he’s ever said out loud, not in those exact words, but you see it in the way he kneels at your feet when your evening slippers are pinching, in the way his hands steady your ankles as he slides them off.
you see it in the careful, reverent way he unties the laces of your dress at night, his knuckles brushing your spine, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.
"cho, i can do that myself," you protest for the hundredth time, reaching for the hairbrush on your vanity. you’ve just returned from a work dinner, your face aching from smiling, your scalp tender from the weight of your responsibilities.
"don't be like that," he says softly, taking the brush from your hand. he’s already behind you, his reflection meeting yours in the mirror. he’s wearing a simple black sweater now, his pigtails undone, but he still looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. "let me help you."
"you’re going to spoil me rotten," you murmur, but you’re already sinking back against him, your eyes drifting shut as he starts working the brush through your hair in slow, even strokes. the bristles scrape gently against your scalp and you make a small, involuntary sound of pleasure.
"that’s the point," he says, his voice low. he sets the brush down and reaches for the cloth and cleansing oil. "you're too beautiful to even lift a finger, baby."
he’s wiping the rouge from your cheeks now, the kohl from your eyes. his touch is so gentle, so methodical, like he’s polishing something precious. you let him tilt your chin up, let him clean away the day’s mask. when he’s done, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"cmon, bed." he commands. not harshly—never harshly—but with the quiet authority of a man who knows exactly what you need.
you stand, your hand in his, and let him lead you to the mattress. he undresses you slowly, layer by layer, the silk pooling at your feet. when you’re down to your thin shift, he pulls back the covers and tucks you in like you’re something fragile.
"sleep," he whispers.
but you catch his wrist. you’re not sleepy. not anymore. the tiredness has shifted into something else, something warm and heavy low in your belly.
"stay," you plead.
he hesitates. "you’re tired."
"i want you," you clarify, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist. "but i’m... i’m exhausted. but— but i want you— but i don't want to do anything—"
something dark flickers in his eyes. understanding. hunger. devotion.
"then don’t," he says. he climbs onto the bed, fully clothed, and crawls up your body until he’s hovering over you. "don’t do anything. don’t even think. just let me make you feel good."
"choso—" you start, already feeling guilty, already reaching for the hem of his sweater.
he catches your hands and pins them gently above your head. his fingers twine with yours, pressing your palms into the pillow.
"no, sweetheart." he says, his mouth brushing your ear. his voice drops, rough and reverent. "you don’t do the work. you never do the work. you just lay there, princess, and let me take care of you. let me please you. let me—" he grinds his hips down, and you feel how hard he is, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and you gasp. "—let me do everything."
he releases your hands only to finally pull his sweater over his head. you watch the muscles of his back shift in the warm light of your tablelamp, the old scars, the lean strength. when he turns back to you, he’s already unlacing his trousers, pushing them down, kicking them off.
he kneels between your thighs, his dark eyes raking over you. "open up," he murmurs, his hands sliding up your legs, pushing your shift higher. "be good for me, okay?"
you spread your legs, trembling. he’s already so hard, the pink tip flushed and wet, and he wraps his hand around himself, stroking once, twice, his eyes never leaving your face.
"you don’t even have to move," he says, leaning down, caging you in his warmth. "i’ll do all the work. i’ll get you ready. i’ll make you feel so good. all you have to do is look at me. can you do that for me, princess? can you let me love you?"
"yes," you breathe, your voice cracking. "yes, choso, please—"
he kisses you then, deep and filthy, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that makes your toes curl. his hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding you already wet, already aching. he doesn’t make you ask, nor does he make you work for it. he just pushes two fingers inside you, curling them, stretching you open while his thumb circles your clit.
"that’s it," he praises against your lips, feeling you clench around him. "that's my girl. just lay there and take it. let me get you ready for my cock."
you moan, your head falling back against the pillow. he’s relentless, his fingers pumping in and out, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. you try to rock your hips, try to chase the sensation, but he stills you with his free hand on your hip.
"no, angel." he says, his voice firm. "don’t move. let me. i want to feel you squeezing my fingers while you just lay there and let me fuck you open."
you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets because he won’t let you touch him. he’s leaning over you, watching your face, watching the pleasure overwhelm you, and his expression is something almost feral. like this—serving you, controlling your pleasure, doing all the labor—is exactly where he wants to be.
"look at you," he breathes, his fingers moving faster, harder. "so pretty. so perfect. you're doing so well, baby. letting me make you cum. can you do that for me? can you cum on my fingers like a good girl?"
"choso!" you sob, the pressure building, your body tensing.
"there she is," he croons, his thumb pressing down. "cum for me, make a mess of the sheets."
you break, your orgasm crashing over you, your walls clamping down on his fingers as you cry out. he rides you through it, his hand moving slower now, drawing out every wave until you’re shaking, boneless, your hair fanned out across the pillow.
before you can catch your breath, he’s moving. he hooks his arms under your knees, spreading you wide, his hands sliding up to grip your hips. he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your still-pulsing heat.
"now," he says, his voice rough with restraint. "i’m going to fuck you, and i’m going to make you cum again. and again. until you can’t think. until you can’t even remember your name."
"please," you gasp, your hands reaching for him again, wanting to touch, to hold.
he catches your wrists and presses them back into the mattress. "no," he says, his eyes dark. "be good, or i'll stop. understand?"
you nod, dizzy, your body still throbbing.
he pushes in with one long, smooth thrust, filling you completely. the stretch burns so perfectly you cry out, your back arching off the bed, but he holds you down, his grip tight on your hips.
"fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "so warm. so tight. and you’re just— letting me use you— shit—"
he starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has you seeing stars. he’s doing all the work—his hips rolling, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, his hands holding you exactly where he wants you. you try to move, try to meet his thrusts, but he growls and pins you harder.
"stay still," he orders, his voice strained. "let me do this for you. you had a hard day. you smiled at people who didn't deserve it. now you just get to lay here and take my cock. that’s all. that’s your only job."
"ch-choso!" you sob, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. it’s too much, the pleasure, the devotion, the way he’s using his body to serve you. "i love you— hic!— i love you so much—"
"i know," he breathes, his thrusts speeding up, becoming harder, more desperate. his skin slaps against yours, the bed creaking, but he never lets you move. he holds you open, holds you down, fucks into you with a single-minded focus that’s entirely about your pleasure. "and i love you more. god, i love you so much more."
his hand slides between you again, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. you’re so sensitive from your first orgasm, every touch is electric, overwhelming. you can’t move, can’t do anything but lay there and take it, exactly like he wants, and the helplessness of it, the sheer luxury of being cared for so completely, sends you over the edge again.
you cum with a scream, your walls clamping down on him so hard he chokes, his rhythm faltering.
"that’s it," he gasps, fucking you through it, chasing his own release now. "atta girl. just— shit— i-im gonna—"
he thrusts deep one last time and stills, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes with a broken groan against your neck. you feel the heat of it, the way he spills into you, marking you, claiming you, all while you lay there trembling, his hands still gripping your hips, his weight pressing you into the mattress.
for a long moment, neither of you moves. he’s breathing hard, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his skin. slowly, carefully, he pulls out and collapses beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. he’s still panting, his heart hammering against your ear.
"okay?" he whispers, his hand stroking your hair again, back to the gentle, domestic touches.
you nod, boneless, drifting. "more than okay," you murmur. "felt so good."
"that’s the point," he reminds you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything."
you smile against his chest, your eyes already closing. "then i guess i’m just going to have to let you do it again tomorrow."
pro tip: don't talk bad about yourself in front of sukuna | mdni suggestive
to say sukuna doesn't like when you disrespect yourself would be untrue, because he doesn't even let you get that far. you're his, which means when you talk bad about yourself, you're offending him too.
he'll slap your ass as he passes by you getting a bowl of fruit in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his shirts and an old pair of pj shorts, hair a mess. he lets out a "fuck, don't tempt me right now," his eyes scanning you from head to toe with that familiar heat in them.
your brows furrow in confusion and you literally go to the bathroom to look in the mirror to check that your appearance didn't magically ameliorate from the last time you saw yourself. he follows you and you're almost offended when you look in the mirror. is he playing a prank on you?
"what? i literally look-"
his hand comes to grab your throat gently but firm, a brow raised as he stares down at you and then through the mirror. "you look what?" his gaze is daring you to say something negative.
you can feel that he's not joking. you swallow, "um, good?"
he hums satisfied and pulls you closer, bending down to kiss you, the way his tongue smoothly finds its way into your mouth has heat spreading through your body.
he pulls back and looks you over again appreciatively, smushing your cheeks playfully before walking away. "s'what i thought."
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
olderbf!nanami who never rushes you, no matter how impatient you get. you’re standing in front of your closet, frustrated, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto the bed.
"i have nothing to wear," you groan. he’s sitting in the armchair by the window, his tie already loosened, watching you with that calm, steady gaze.
"we have forty-five minutes," he says, his voice low and even. "take your time."
you huff, turning to face him. "you’re always so patient. it’s annoying."
he smiles, small and fond. "i’ve waited forty years to find you. i can wait forty-five minutes for you to pick a dress."
olderbf!nanami who always makes sure you eat before you leave the house. you’re running late, your heels clicking on the kitchen floor as you grab your purse.
"we’re going to be late," you say, already halfway to the door.
he steps in front of you, a plate in his hand—toast with avocado, a soft-boiled egg, sliced fruit arranged neatly. "eat first."
you stare at him. "nanami, we don’t have time—"
"we have time," he interrupts gently, setting the plate on the counter. "you’re not leaving this house on an empty stomach. sit."
you sit. you always do. because when he looks at you like that—like taking care of you is the most important thing in the world—you can’t say no.
olderbf!nanami who never raises his voice, even when you’re being difficult. you’re arguing about something stupid—where to go for dinner, maybe, or whether you should cancel plans to stay in—and your voice is getting louder, your hands gesturing wildly.
he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you. "you’re not even listening!" you snap.
"i am," he says quietly. "i’m listening to every word. and when you’re done, we’ll talk about it calmly. like adults."
you deflate, your anger fizzling out. "you’re too kind to me," you mutter.
he steps forward, his hands finding your waist. "you’re worth the kindness."
olderbf!nanami who takes his time undressing you, like every layer is a gift he’s unwrapping. you’re in his bedroom, the lights dimmed, and you’re already reaching for his belt, impatient, wanting him now.
"slow down," he murmurs, catching your hands. "we have all night."
you pout. "i don’t want to wait."
he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "i know, baby. i know. but i’m going to make you wait. because the longer i take, the better it’ll feel when i finally touch you." he undresses you slowly, his fingers working each button, each zipper, until you’re standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. he steps back, his eyes raking over you. "beautiful," he says. "now lay down."
olderbf!nanami who eats you out like it’s a meditation, like he could spend hours between your thighs and never get bored. you’re on your back, your legs over his shoulders, and he’s taking his time, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"n-nanami—please—" you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets. he looks up at you, his mouth glistening.
"patience," he says, his voice calm even as he slides two fingers inside you. "i’m going to make you cum. but i’m going to do it my way." he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes your vision blur, his tongue circling your clit with agonizing precision.
you’re moaning, your hips rolling, but he holds you down with one hand on your stomach. "stay still," he orders gently. "let me take care of you."
olderbf!nanami who fucks you slow and deep, his hips rolling in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. you’re on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillow, and he’s behind you, his chest pressed to your back, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe.
"nanami—h-harder!!—" you beg, trying to push back against him. he stills, his hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck.
"no," he says, his voice firm but kind. "you take what i give you." he starts moving again, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips dragging against your walls in a way that makes you sob. "you feel that?" he murmurs against your ear. "that’s me. all of me. and you’re going to take every inch, just like this. until you can’t think about anything but how full you are."
olderbf!nanami who makes you ask for what you want, his voice low and commanding. you’re straddling him, his cock inside you, but he’s not moving.
he’s just watching you, his hands on your hips, his thumbs stroking your skin.
"p-please, i.... i can't—" you whimper, trying to roll your hips. he holds you still.
"use your words," he says. "tell me what you want."
"i-i want you to move," you gasp. "i want you to fuck me."
he smiles, small and satisfied. "good girl. now ask nicely."
you bite your lip, your face burning.
"please fuck me, nanami. please."
he rewards you with a slow thrust upward, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes you moan. "that’s it," he praises. "that's my girl."
olderbf!nanami who holds you after, his arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. you’re lying on his chest, your body still trembling, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.
he’s stroking your hair, his lips pressed to the top of your head. "you did so well," he murmurs. "so beautiful. so perfect." you nuzzle closer, your eyes already drifting shut.
"you’re too good to me," you whisper. he kisses your forehead.
"no such thing. you deserve everything. and i’m going to give it to you for as long as you’ll let me."
olderbf!nanami who wakes you up in the morning with his mouth between your legs, because he’s not done taking care of you yet. you’re half-asleep, your body warm and heavy, when you feel his hands on your thighs, spreading you open.
"nanami—" you start, but then his tongue is on you, and you’re gasping, your hands flying to his hair. he looks up at you, his eyes dark.
"good morning," he says, his voice rough with sleep. "lay back. let me love you." and you do. because when nanami wants to be patient, you let him. every single time.
cw: explicit, creampie, Choso loves rewarding his good girl.
Being Choso’s sweet girl came with the best titty sucking pussy fuckin’ perks.
He lived for pleasing you. Your gentle, devoted Choso. He’s always making sure your favorite snacks are stocked, carrying you to bed when you’re tired, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while whispering how lucky he is. But the best?
Every night the moment you tug your shirt up and let your tits spill free, Choso’s eyes glaze over. He crawls onto the bed, large frame hovering over you carefully, “Can I…?” he asked, voice already hoarse, cheeks flushed. “Please, baby. I need them in my mouth.”
You cupped the back of his head and guided him down. Choso groaned the instant his lips wrapped around you. He palmed one heavy breast, thumb brushing over your already stiff nipple before his lips wrapped around it. The wet heat of his mouth made your back arch instantly. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper, “Choso—ah!”
He hummed around your nipple as wet suckling sounds filled the room as he nursed on you, hips unconsciously grinding his hard cock against your thigh for friction.
“So good…” he mumbled against your skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.
Your fingers threaded through his messy dark hair, tugging lightly. Choso whimpered, spit slicking your tits as he lavished them with attention. His hand slid lower, fingers gently parting your folds and rubbing slow circles over your clit before two thick fingers pushed inside your dripping pussy.
He fingered you open while his mouth stayed glued to your chest, moaning around your nipple every time your walls clenched around his fingers.
When you finally whispered “I need you inside me,” Choso didn’t hesitate. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his heavy, leaking cock and lined up at your entrance, eyes glassy with desperation.
“Please… can I fuck you?” he begged softly, rubbing the fat head through your slick. “I’ll be gentle. I just want to feel you around me.”
You nodded, and he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt. A shaky groan tore from his throat.
“Fuck…You’re perfect,” he whispered, forehead pressed to your chest as he started rolling his hips in steady strokes. He never got rough unless you asked. Instead he fucked you like he was making love while his mouth returned to your tits, sucking and licking like he couldn’t bear to be apart from them.
“You feel so good… gonna cum soon,” he panted against your nipple, voice cracking. “Can I— please let me cum inside? I want to fill my sweet girl up. Please…”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Hnngh—y-yes, cum for me, Choso. Fill me.”
Choso buried his face between your breasts, sucking hard on one nipple as his thrusts turned sloppy and desperate. With a muffled moan he came hard, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep into your pussy, flooding you until it started to leak out around his cock. He kept grinding weakly, making sure every drop stayed inside you, whimpering softly with each twitch.
Even after he finished, he stayed buried deep, lazily mouthing at your tits with soft kisses, “My sweet girl…” he murmured, voice completely adoring as he nuzzled closer, cock still nestled in your cum-filled cunt, perfectly content to stay there all night if you’d let him.
ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ
suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.
"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."
you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.
"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."
your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."
he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.
his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."
suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.
your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.
"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."
his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.
"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.
"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.
"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."
okay okay okay guys i get really excited reading suguru smut it’s like a freaking treat (mind you im at clinical) but esp when he’s written as a TEASE RAHHHH
𓏵 ┊ modulo!yuuji itadori losing his patience with his mean, bratty girlfriend. 18+
your boyfriend yuuji has always been the charismatic kind of guy — always kind, warm hearted with patience that goes beyond the average person’s. but today? today was the day where his patience would be tested a thousand fold over by no one, but his own girlfriend.
today had been nothing but walking on eggshells with you. every other minute you were either snapping at yuuji over the simplest of things, or huffing and puffing at the mere sight of your boyfriend’s face. there were no good ‘acts’ he could do to get on your good side, it was practically a lose-lose situation.
“sheeesh. you’re being so cold to me, baby.” yuuji quips softly with a pout, eyes reeling towards you, who’s in the passenger seat. you’re completely unresponsive and focused on your phone as you scroll through some random social media app. “hey…” he says to reinstate his presence, dropping one large hand against your thigh with a gentle squeeze which only earns him a dry hum.
your eyes look over to meet his before dropping back onto your phone. “what do you want, yu?” you ask dismissively as he caressed the soft flesh of your thigh. “i want you to tell me why you’ve been treating me like shit all day.” his voice softens, and there’s a brief moment of silence as your sigh breaks through the quietness.
you honestly didn’t know why your boyfriend was bothering you so much, deep within you — you knew that there was no real reason as to why you were treating him like this, but maybe it was just one of those days. the days where there’s just an indescribable pit of frustration that has to naturally pass.
“nothing… you’ve just been annoying all day is all.” you reply short, and chip. unaware of how that sole sentence just made yuuji’s jaw tighten in response as he snaps his eyes back on the road. “so i’ve been getting on your nerves since you’ve woken up this mornin’ then, right?” he says, tone dropping lower as he watches you through his peripheral, though you’re still unbothered which creates a crack in his resolve.
yuuji’s patience deteriorating by the second as he try’s his best to keep control of his emotions because you’re his world. you don’t deserve emotional mistreatment, even if you’ve decided to take that route with your boyfriend. yuuji could fathom the thought of hurting you even at his own expense. “how about we pull over and have a talk before making it home?” he adds after a moment of thought, “i’d rather not bring negative energy home, yeah?”
and what do you know, that talk turned into something completely different within seconds of yuuji pulling into the nearest parking lot.
nothing but moans and grunts filling the inside of the car with condensation as the windows fog and car rocks to every thrust of itadori’s hips. his rough hands gripping the back of your knees, keeping your thighs a part as he folds you against the laid back passenger seat.
“guess that pretty pussy’s doing all the talkin’.” itadori teases, watching his dick slide in and out of your hole perfectly as the wet noises carry throughout the car. he can’t help but slam his hips into yours and fixate on the way your eyebrows knit together when he thrusts in a little too deep. “s— shitt…” you break into a moan.
“ohhh, there’s she is.” itadori groans, eyes locked on yours as he feels your walls twitch around him. he’s reaching so deep inside you, it’s hard to hold in your moans and whines. “since you’re letting out words now… wanna tell me what’s really going on, baby?” he leans in, his lips ghosting over yours as your just centimeters away.
this was the only way itadori knew how to soothe his feelings of impatience and frustration and without negatively impacting you. he’d rather watch you break down in tears from pure pleasure than watch you tear up from his inadequate sense of self as he lifts his head up to kiss away one of your tears.
it always starts like you expect. with you laying in his bed like you bought it, casually curled up in his space, talking about work or class or how your roommate left her clothes in the bathroom again. he’s at his desk rolling a blunt, a random youtube video playing on his tv, actively listening to you talk about your day.
he finishes rolling, sparks up, passes the blunt back and forth between you two until it’s finished.
at some point he moves to the bed with you, something about hearing you better or not having to reach so far to pass the blunt. he takes off his shirt under the pretense that he’s hot, then slips under the covers with you because now he’s 'cold'. he thinks he’s slick when his arm comes around your waist and presses his whole body to the back of yours.
at this point it’s only a matter of time before connie’s got you grinding your ass back against his boner while you whine in his ear about how you need him to fuck you stupid.
and who is he to deny his favorite girl what she wants?
not even 30 minutes later he’s got you face down ass up on his bed, moaning into his pillow. connie’s hand slides up your back and around to the front of your neck, fingers gently pressing into the sides.
“c’mon baby, lemme see that pretty face,” he mumbles, leaning down to speak against your ear. you shake your head and connie stops mid thrust with a tut, “please?”
you whine, turning your head to side with a pout, “what?”
“just wanted to see your pretty face mama. is that so bad?” he says, huge grin on his face as he leans in to kiss the pout on your face, hand sliding into the back of your hair to brush it from your face. "you're too cute like this."
“why’d you stop?” you mumble against his lips, feeling how his smirk widens at your question.
“mm yeah? want me to keep going, pretty?”
before you can answer he’s letting go of your hair and sitting up, pulling almost all the way out and pounding back into you repeatedly. his hands slide down your back and to your hips, holding you still while he bullies his cock into you.
every thrust sends your whole body forward, fingers curling into his sheets weakly as you let out a half moan, half gasp, "con- connie, its too much-!"
"fuck, i know, mama. but you're still taking it so perfectly," he groans, pushing your hips down till your flat on your stomach in prone. "is this better for my pretty baby?"
he definitely got his answer when the only response that came out of you was a weak, desperate moan.
𓏲ּ𝄢 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ kento covers himself while eating u out . . ꒰ １８+ ꒱
kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）
but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .
he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.
as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.
while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.
and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.
kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.
"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"
"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."
the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."
your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !
satoru is obsessed with the idea and making you do things you wouldn’t do.
he likes the fact that you’re sweet and quiet and only save your giggles for him, but he also likes when you’re gagging on his dick with tears filled to the brim dripping out of your eyes with your hand in between your thighs.
his eyes glued to yours with mischief, his stomach swirling with butterflies because of how easy it is to get you to do things with him and him alone.
you and satoru are one and the same, both perverted freaks; the only difference is that you never explored it.
way too sweet and fragile before, not even realizing when satoru asked you to come study at his place it meant him being balls deep inside of your mouth giving you instructions.
you didn't even touch yourself alone; that’s when satoru knew he had a gem, his own personal doll to corrupt and bark orders to, knowing you would do them.
the first thing he did was have you sit in his lap while he showed you porn of women that looked exactly like you, talking you through the video while his hand slowly slid in between your thighs, rubbing you through the thin fabric you had on for panties.
“already that wet just from videos? "fuck, you’re cute.”
this was his own wet dream come to life, having you unexperienced, wet, and horny in his lap waiting for what came next.
the first thing he ever made you do was try to touch yourself while he watched, knowing you had no prior knowledge on how to do it, his eyes glued to your hand and how it trembled while your index and middle fingers made contact with your slick that coated your slit.
“there you go, you’re a pro already.”
a sly smirk on his face while he watched, saliva coating in his mouth and his palms getting sweaty watching.
as much as he wanted to swoop in and put his hand over yours guiding, watching felt better, naughtier, like a guilty pleasure. he wanted to see you ache and get frustrated with yourself because you couldn’t properly get yourself off.
the more this went on, the more stuff he started bringing to you.
“it’ll feel good, i promise. if it doesn't, you can slap me.”
before sliding in between your thighs and licking down your slit, gathering all your sweetness that coated his tongue and fingers that slipped into you.
gasping as time went on, his tongue flicking repeatedly on your clit and his fingers curved inside.
every time he put his hands on you, a wave of shame hit you, but still, you stayed, doing every naughty thing he wanted.
cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluff, slight overstím, check in, squirting, d/ş dynamics
And I mean fuck, how many times had you cum on Toji’s cock already— you were fucking drooling, tears prickling your eyes and that tight knot feeling starting to build in your stomach again. But it was different, way too different that you could feel the electricity hitting your brain, the way your breast bounced everytime you plopped back down Tojis aching length, stars in your eyes—
You hopped up on your feet in one swift motion and a moan, falling to your knees because of your wobbling legs. And you can hear the silence in the room as Toji stares at you in slight shock, blinking while staring at you who’s on the floor trying to take small and quiet breaths. Then a snort comes out, covering his mouth as the low rumble of laughter starts bellowing from his stomach.
You sniffle, “Don’t- don’t laugh Toji.”
But the ends of his canines are already showing, eyes crinkling together, “ ‘M not, ‘m not, swear mama,” he gently grabs your wrist, helping you off the floor and laying you on the bed. He tilts his head to the side, observing, taking you in, sweat making your skin glisten in the warm light of the lamp close by, curls every which way, “You alright? Need some water?”
But he’s already decided for you, drinking some front he spare bottle himself then feeding it to you. You take deep breaths, eyes still glossy, bottom lip wobbling. Toji so gentle with you, course he is, been rough with you all night, you deserve to be loved on sweetly. He gets between your thighs, letting his rough hands glide down your flesh, “Talk t’me doll, what’s wrong, huh? Gotta talk t’me or I won’t know.”
It only makes you embarrassed, heat burning through you while you find somewhere else to look, other than his eyes. “‘S stupid.” You say in a hushed voice.
“Then we’ll stop-“
“-No toji!” You whine out, gripping his forearm. He only sighs, hand caressing your cheek, “Then speak to me baby.”
You inhale a shaky breath, “Was just- just scared.”
“Scared?” He repeats, he searches your face now, brows knitting together, “scared ‘f me?”
You quickly shake your head, “No! No- just- felt good… but it was strange- I never felt like that before, so I-I got scared.”
Toji can’t even hide the damn smile on his face, you’re too cute for your own good. His right hand goes up to yout hip, the other tilting your head to look into his emerald green eyes. “Shit like that’s normal, nothin t’be afraid of baby. Especially when you’re with me. I’ll work that out.”
His cups your face, let’s the pad of his thumb rub the apple of your cheek over and over, “But you get scared like that again just use our safe word, what’s it’s there for. I’ll stop at the drop of a hat. Don’t have to run, okay? You’re the boss here.”
You nod in response, heart still pounding out of your chest. Toji lifts your hand, pressing it against his thunking heart, letting you know he feels the same as you. Worried, but here, in love with you. Then he lets you hand it trial down his toned abs, lower, to his dark happy trail, eyes flicking back up to you, “Wanna continue?”
“Yeah.” You shyly say, pretty brown eyes staring up at him.
“Good girl mama.”
He flips you over on your hands and knees with ease, kneading the globes of your ass while pulling you closer, “Gonna take it nice ‘nd slow yeah, don’t even gotta work for it like I’ve been makin you all night.”
You can feel it, the crown of his cock smack against your Pearl then through your swollen folds, rimming your gushing hole with his pre that makes you mewl, “mmh- Toji!”
“Desperate fuckin thing, even when I’ve been fucking you all night, still need more.” His breath hitches, sliding himself in your warmth with ease. His head lulls to the side at the way you clamp down on him, biting his lip while he peers down at how he filling your fat cunt, your mixed cum already sticking to his pubes. “Allll you gotta do is lay there ‘nd be pretty, I got you.”
You don’t even have the words to say anything, jaw slack as he starts to thrust himself inside you. Slow, but hard, squeeze your hip as he watches your ass clap, clap, clap again this pelvis. You keen so prettily, clawing the sheets, “O-oh- aangh- my gooood Toji!”
He’s picks up the pace, strokes mean and intentional, heavy and full balls slapping against your dripping cunt while he aims his head against your gooey sweet spots. He’s relentless, watching the way you twitch, your legs starting to shake, “Shit, so good f’me doll, take it so god damn well. Huh?”
You’re eyes shoot open, that feeling in your stomach building again, right, different, you don’t even realize how much your fucking chanting Toji’s name, reaching behind you for relief, but he only takes your hand, interlocking your fingers and holding you still, as your waist, fixing your fucking arch while he drills into you.
“Toj- Toji I can’t- fuck- I can’t! I can’t- ‘s nnngh-“
He scuffing, “Yeah you can, just means you’re gonna squirt.” Just as intended.
And his other hand comes around to your front, finding your pulsing little nub through the thick of juices, flicking it before rubbing those large circles with the pads of his fingers. Then faster small one, watching your hips buck, a heavy sob coming out of your mouth, “S too much Toji!”
“‘S okay, told you you could handle it, ‘nd you can. just feel it, hah- fuck- let it happen.”
He thrusts are hips into you are frantic, matching the exact way he runs your poor cunt before the knot in your stomach pops! Water squirting out of you while you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re fucking soaking the mattress, down Tojis thighs. The older man letting out a throaty groan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he throws his head back. Riding out your own high while his thick ropes of cum hit your gummy and spasming walls.
He pulls out, glops of his cum spilling out. The man can’t help but let out a disheveled chuckle, humming in delight.
“See that doll? Knew you had it in you.”
He gently rolls you out your back, coming down to hold you in his arms. You can feel his lips pecking up your shoulder, you’re still shaking, eyes nodded over. Your arms coming around his neck so he can hold you even closer. He squeezes you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, “Such a good job f’me, perfect girl.”
But he can’t wait for the next time, only wondering how many times he can make you squirt before you pass out.
a/n: “omg Teddy you’re using this account!” Well yes! Im trying to get my normal ideas out here for once. Lmk what you guys think.
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
