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౨ৎ . jayliee , 19, she/her, blck, 18+ mdni

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౨𑄺. onyankopon's slutty college girl ஜ 18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ .

"baby – slow down." onyankopon's fingers are digging into your hips and stopping your movements.

just from the sheer look on his face, you could see he was nearly fucked out. eye's lidded, staring at you. his eyes tracked to your swollen nipples, he had been sucking on to get you this horny. the tank top that was drawing his attention to them is now thrown on the floor of his bedroom. your caramel skin is turning a deep red from his grip on your thighs. his masterpiece about to make him cum faster than he'd like. "but daddy." you whined out, breathy moans coming from your brown, plump lips. and it's his fault to blame. he knew you got crazy on top, and still allowed you to ride him each time. he loved making you happy, even if it caused him to suffer of immense pleasure. it's like when you saw how needy he was for you, you couldn't stop. not until he was begging you to. it turned you on so much, to the point your wetness is dripping down his thighs. "i know baby, i know." he cooed to you, pecking your lips and moving to your collarbone, causing you to shudder. "just let me do it," he placed a firm smack onto your right cheek. his tip, poking right at that spot, but you knew better to move, to push him.

when he began fucking you from underneath, your moans got louder. "please! please! babyy–" his grip bruising, and holding you to bounce you atop him. "please what?" but your words were incoherent now. exceedingly loud breathy moans, right into his ear. he had to take a deep breath, your wet pussy squeezing around him had him losing his mind. "you feel so good mama – shit!" he kissed your cheek. "it's mine?" you tried to move to grab his wrist to slow his movements, and he just smacked your ass again. "you can move and not talk? y/n." moans never stop leaving your mouth. "o-ony, i can't." you shook your head. voice high and whiny, "you're too deep, baby! please," onyankopon’s lips brushed your shoulder, and a shiver ran straight down your spine. you hated how easy it was to fall back into him. you broke up with him for a reason—you left for college, and he stayed behind chasing that entrepreneur grind you couldn’t trust anymore. you needed stability and he was all impulse and obsession. but he was still crazy over you, your pussy. and you were weak for the way he touched you. it’s finals week, stress is eating you alive, and honestly… a girl just needed to breathe. needed a break. needed something. and somehow, it ended up being him again.

"fuck that, i said is it mine?"

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౨ৎ new licks, new thoughts, new sins the new master list is under construction—but trust, she’s coming soft, messy, & unforgettable. stay tuned, baby. i’m just getting warmed up.

୨ৎ SLUTTY COLLEGE GIRL - ONYANKOPON

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౨ৎ throwback cravings? my old master list is still stacked — soft moments, late-night thoughts, & messy little gems.

୨ৎ YOUR SKATER BOY - MEGUMI FUSHIGURO ╰ PT. 2

୨ৎ MISS YOU - TOJI FUSHIGURO

୨ৎ FAMILY DINNER - KENTO NANAMI

୨ৎ FEELINGS RUN DEEP - CONNIE SPRINGER ୨ৎ GOOD GIRL - ARMIN ARLERT

୨ৎ BAD ATTITUDES - EREN YEAGER

୨ৎ CONNIE DRABBLE

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hi girlies! unsure if i still got ya but if you're here heyyy! im gonna be returning, putting my boredom into writing. starting with onyankopon. excited? i am!

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18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

connie and you always got a little carried away when it came to car sex.

"baby, baby, fuckk'mm."

connie moaned, hands gripping your waist and helping to control your movements. his car is parked on the gargae floor of the basketball stadium, the sound of range rovers heard from the floor above you and the clicks of papaprizi cameras, but it silenced from the sound of connie's loud moans, and oh – if he hears you whimper and plea for more in his ear one more time he might finish, way too early than he'd like.

"you feel soo good daddy," your panting breath on his neck. "do i feel good too?" one of your hands slid up his chest and your shakey tone has him thrusting into you harder than before, and hurriedly quickening his pace until he hits that spongey part inside of you that his you shaking on his lap.

"you feel so good mami, fuck. don't slow down." his hand came down on your ass. but his pace and his hands, and the sounds he was making had you crumbling in his hold, tears beginning to pour down your face. "awe d-daddy, 'm gonna–" and you're interrupted from a knock on the passenger window, and connie's looking over, eye's wide, until you begin to pick up your pace.

you know the windows are tinted so black the other person couldn't even see inside and the lack of connie's pace had you slamming down on his lap harder until you were squirting over his nike tech pants. moaning shamelessly into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

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plug!connie please <3

— black fem reader! chubby reader, oral (f), that’s all.

plug connie who i feel is not afraid of the cops. he goes around freely selling his product to any and everyone, would scream it from the top of his lungs if he could.

plug connie who got in the game by someone named “lucy”. lucy had saw big potential in connie, wanting him to be the one to take over his business after he saw the way he sold shoes to provide his mom rent money. lucy had become connie’s father figure, doing everything to make sure he had everything he wanted and was protected by any means

plug connie who saw a beautiful woman and felt and instant connection. connie was a player but with her, he catered to all of her need, she was his princess

plug connie who would sneak in her window at the ass crack or dawn. they would have to constantly be quiet her father being been overprotective

plug connie who had you arched on your bed, fairy lights lit all around the room while he slurped on your puffy pussy. your face was barried into the flower pillowcase, hand’s holding his head so your ass could bounce against him

plug connie who licked his lips watching your arch drop, he slapped your ass kissing the cheek and whisper how you had to come lock your window when he jumped down

plug connie who kissed your forehead goodbye and whispered a soft i love you. he climbed out of the window wincing at the pain in his ankles but shook it off. as he began to walk at throat cleared and he turned to see the girls fathers waiting for him

plug connie who had been dating his bosses daughter

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love connie 🤭🤭

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can you please a plug! eren, who wears his hair down pleaseeee?

also has a tongue piercing

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bad attitudes ˖ ࣪ eren yeager

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) plug!eren gets sick of hearing that smart mouth from his bimbo girlfriend.

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, plug!eren, bimbo!girlfriend, chubby reader, eren has a tongue piercing, eren with long hair omg, missionary, oral (f receiving), tatted eren, reader has belly button piercing, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ mama, baby ꒱ authors note : think this is the first request i've written, and i loved the vision i had for this. send more requests! also check out my wips, and stay tuned. word count: 1.2k.

“daddy, m’ so sorry.”

eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. he’s heard those apologies too many times to know the only way to break your habit was to have you like this.

you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.

“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”

“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.

“i still don’t believe you princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.

you knew you should’ve just left him alone after he told you what happened, but seeing the aggressive side of eren turned you on too much. and he just looked so good.

it’s how you got here.

“why you being so quiet mama? i did sum’?”

he knows he did. it’s why right after he did it he came over to your place, texted you to come outside, and tried to butter you up, flashing those emerald eyes your way and that smirk, his hair down because he knows you love him that way. had a pre-rolled blunt ready just for you, but when you refused his kiss, he knew something was up.

"where were you 'ren?" you folded your arms, which caused your perky tits to prop up in the little black tank top you wore, back against the passenger door. the pudge in your stomach on display showcasing your belly jewelry.

he blew smoke out of his mouth, giving you a glimpse of the jewelry on his tongue, he turned his head to look at you, and licked his lips, "i was just out with connie nd' jean, why wassup?" brent faiyaz played lowly in his car, smoke clouding the air.

instead of continuing with your questions, you cut right to it, "you went racing without me? you told me you wouldn't, and then i see connie post you guys racing and he was sitting in my spot–" before you could continue he started laughing. "eren! it's not funny."

eren always took you out street racing with him. you were like his little reward after he'd beat someone because he never lost, he loved to have you in his passenger seat while he raced. and you both loved the thrill.

"baby, we were racing some fucker who thought his car was faster than mine on the street, it wasn't a car meetup or nun' like that. i told you i wouldn't, you think i would lie to you?" his tatted hand rubbed your thigh and you rolled your eyes. "huh?"

"no," you said quietly.

"ight' then, now why the fuck you still got an' attitude, i told you what happened." his voice was a bit rougher now which made you more annoyed. you might’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t care.

“cause you were still racing without me, and then you come see me and somehow it’s my fault,” you rambled.

“keep talking shit, yn. go ahead.” he threatened, but you were already started now. you had a short temper, there was only one way to get you to calm down and he knew it.

“leave me alone. i don’t even know why i came outside in the first place, it’s not even like your my boyfriend or anything, right?” you grabbed your slides and slid them on, ready to go back into the house until he grabbed your arm. “eren, i don’t have time for this shit, let me go.”

“nah, you got me fucked up. c’mon let’s go fix that attitude.” he took his keys out the ignition and urged you to get out the car.

“you can't just dick me down every time you don’t like what i got to say, eren.” you stayed seated and he raised his eyebrow. causing you to scoff and finally, get out of the car.

he followed closely behind you while you mumbled under your breath. “you still talking? hm?” you simply ignored him and unlocked your door, going straight into your room and sitting down on your bed, arms crossed.

after eren locked the door behind you and met you inside your room he eyed you. you could tell by his demeanor he was mad. sometimes you forgot how much taller eren was than you. he pulled off his white tee, revealing his chest tattoos, the peak of calvin klein beneath his black sweatpants, and the dark happy trail that disappeared into them.

“take off your clothes, yn.” he snapped and you rolled your eyes again. pulling your black tank top off, and slipping your grey shorts off, leaving you in just your red panties. “you ever get tired of talking shit baby?”

he stood in front of you on the bed and you just stared up at him, he knew he wasn’t getting a response so he just eased you until you were laying on your back.

“i spend all my money on you, take care of you, fuck you good, flaunt you around, and you have the audacity to say i’m not your boyfriend?” he tsked, pulling your panties off. “you and that smart ass mouth, hold your thighs fa' me mama.”

from their eren edged you for lord knows how long, until you begged him to let you cum.

he still didn’t let you, pretended he couldn’t hear a word you were saying, moaning into your pussy, and slurping you all up. the jewelry on his tongue heightening every lick.

he smacked your hand away when you tried to bury it in his long hair, and when he was finally done eating he pulled his sweatpants off, tapping his tip against your clit.

“you can cum as many times you want baby,” he kissed you then proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat when he slid in.

and you did, you came until you couldn’t anymore. now, you were begging him to stop and to slow down. that's where you were now.

“daddy, m’ so sorry.”

eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.

“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”

“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.

“i still don’t believe you, princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.

"baby, m' sorry, please." your thighs shook, but he just took his time, wrapping his hand back around your throat, the pressure making you cum harder around him this time.

your walls fluttering around his length, "you can keep saying you're sorry mama, im still not done with this pussy." his eyes meet with where you two connected and he attached this thumb to your clit.

stroking it softly, your legs beginning to shake again. you reached for his hand, the overstimulation was too much for you to bear. "move your hand. move your fucking hand." he cursed and you sobbed moving it out of the way.

"daddy." you pouted.

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good girl ˖ ࣪ armin arlert

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪ · ₊ ⊹ ❫ ───( synopsis ) preppy boy armin who gets all riled up from his not-so-good girl, girlfriend.

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, college au, third pov, college boy!armin, armin is a soccer player, dom!armin, sub!reader, doggystyle, backshots, missionary, trust fund!armin, mean dom! armin, LOTS of degradation, armin's hands are veiny, armin wears glasses, squirting, fingering, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ slut, whore, good girl, baby, angel, slut ꒱ authors note : first very long fic, i was at work and saw a blonde guy and he resembled a golden retriever armin, so i came home and wrote this <3. word count : 2.1k

armin arlert was the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. how he got you to fall in love with him? he had no idea. but when he first met you he couldn’t get your image out of his head.

you were obviously out of his league in his opinion. but after your first meeting, he had to have you.

one night eren had people over for a small get together, and you wandered off into what you believed was eren’s room, annoyed by the bickering that was occurring. but when you got inside the room, it didn’t match anything that had to do with eren.

it was clearly his roommates room and you were intrigued by what you saw. their were books lining one wall, soccer trophies atop a dresser, a vision board, schedules on the desk. he even had a record player and you loved the vinyls he had.

“nah, i’m just gonna crash, practice kicked my ass.” you heard a voice outside of the door and froze, nervous to see what this stranger you had already taken a liking to in front of you.

when the door opened his light was off so he couldn't see you rummaging through his vinyls. he pulled his shirt off, and glasses, running his fingers through his fluffy hair before finally turning on the light.

he face flushed red when you turned to look at him. your eyes met his face, and then his chest, eye trailing down to his happy trail that disappeared into his white shorts. "uh." he froze.

"sorry, i was just," your voice was on the quiet side while you didn't expect this stranger to be this handsome. he rubbed the back of his hair, a bit nervous. you scrapped your apology and looked back at his vinyls. "you have good taste in music, i love tyler.”

while you stood there admiring his collection he was admiring you. your copper brown skin glistened in the hint of moonlight shinning on your from the peak of his curtains. the curve of your hips, you were chewing on your lip as a nerve habit, your plump hips he loved the shape of.

long goddess braids, flowing down your back, lashes fluttering with every blink of your eyes.

you were beautiful.

he didn't even want to kick you out of his room, the sight of a pretty girl rummaging through his things and complimenting him didn't seem that bad.

eren called for you from the living room and you silently dismissed yourself while whispering ‘bye’, on your way past him.

and thats how it began, you asked eren about his roommate. and armin asked his best friend about this mystery girl. you accidently met again one time in the library and for a third time after his soccer practice, exiting and entering the same building at the same time.

so he worked up the courage to ask you out.

that's how you two ended up together.

armin was the perfect boyfriend, he came from a rich family, and reminded you of a golden retriever by his personality and how fluffy his hair was. he spoiled you, bringing you home every weekend to his parent's mansion to flaunt you around.

baking with you and cooking you dinner when you forgot to eat. he took care of you in every way possible, and you loved him for it. he was such a sweet lovemaker as well, he loved to kiss and caress your body during sex.

his favorite position was missionary because he could moan into your ear, seeing your fucked out expressions up close, and loved the way you would cry for him every time you two had sex.

he was a touchy boyfriend too, kissing you all the time, he loved to make out. and he loved having you around, all the time.

and on weekdays at university, he would sit at his desk, with his clear circular glasses on his face, studying for his classes. taking notes, and doing his coursework.

he was perfect.

but he wasn't always so sweet to you when you teased him to his breaking point.

"baby,” you ignored his call, continuing your assault. “baby. let me finish the notes for this chapter and ill give you all of my attention. the more you bother me, the longer it takes for me to finish." he pleaded.

you stood behind him in his chair, peppering kisses along his sharp jawline. and pouted from his gruff response to your affection.

you and everyone else knew that armin took his studies very seriously, but you wanted him to look and praise you. he bought you some new clothes and you wanted to try them on for him, but he was taking too long.

"fine!" you rolled your eyes, and moved away from him, plopping down on his bed, while he went back to writing.

but that short time he promised he'd be done in turned into thirty minutes and you were bored. it didn't help that he looked so cute with his glasses on, hair messy from how many times he ran his hands through them, and his lazy clothes turning you on even more.

you didn't even want to show him the outfit anymore. you just grabbed one of his shirts out of his drawer and pulled it on. slipped off your tights, leaving you in your black lacy booty shorts.

"armin, honey." you tapped his shoulder and he hummed in response not even sparring a glance your way. "can i at least sit on your lap until you're done." he nodded.

"im almost done, but c'mon." he sat down his pencil and pushed his seat back, spreading his legs and making space for you.

he didn't know what you were wearing until you sat down on his lap, and wrapped your arms around his neck. he saw your plump ass cheeks barely being restricted for the sorry excuse of underwear you had the audacity to call shorts.

his cock twitched and throbbed in his sweats. you didn't know it but he was so turned on. you'd been teasing him since you got here, kissing his neck when you greeted him, raking your hand down his chiseled chest while he hugged you.

begging him for things in your needy voice, and now here you were sitting on his lap, smelling so sweetly, wearing his shirt, and he had a view of your ass and your "good girl" tattoo near your back dimple.

"you just love doing this to me, don't you?" he asked and you leaned back to look at him furrowing your eyebrows. "don't give me that look yn. feel what you did." he gripped your hips harshly and pushed you down onto his erection, causing you to gasp.

"i didn't do it on purpose, i was just–"

"oh sure you didn't." he cut you off and you pouted. when armin got mean, he got really mean. he handled you like you weren't his girlfriend and some random slut he fucked.

you liked it, but god, whenever he did, you were sore for days.

"i just wanted to study, and you won't even let me. your such a bad girl, you should just get that tattoo removed because it's a fucking lie." your core throbbed with how he was talking to you. you bit back a moan and he pulled your thumb from between your teeth. "you're ruining my precious lips, stop biting them."

"m' not bad." you pouted and he scoffed.

"then why are you so wet, huh? you getting off on pissing me off, yn? 'cause im not happy with you right now." and he wasn't lying, you had soaked right through your lacey shorts.

"you looked so good, and you were ignoring me."

"after i told you i would give you all my attention, all you had to do was wait." his thumg rubbed over you clothed clit causing you to whine and shake your head.

"no? but that's what you did, angel."

"m' sorry," your hips bucked when he slid one of his fingers in, after pulling your panties to the side. "m..more please!"

he scoffed at your begging, speeding up his finger, before inserting another one. you were already gushing over his palm, squelching sounds throughout the room, and your breathy moans into his neck.

"i want it, let me have it. i'll take all of it, i just want more." you palmed his erection and he slapped your hand out of the way.

your eyes watered up, and you ground your hips into his palm, craving more friction. you wanted it to be his cock. you wanted to ride him, to show him that you did all of this just to milk him of everything he had and relieve his stress but he wasn't have it.

"i don't care yn. and stop being so loud, already distracted me enough." when he felt you tightening around his fingers, he removed them and sucked them clean.

"ain't shit but a whore." he mumbled and you hated his degradation, you craved to be praised. armin rarely degraded you, and when he did all you wanted to do was cry. you got your 'good girl' tattoo for him because that's what you were. you were his good girl.

he stood up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. armin dropped you on the bed, keeping it simple and telling you to ‘arch your back’.

you flipped over and shimmied up, arching your back for him. armin hardly even gave you backshots, because he couldn't finish unless he was looking at your face. but it was your punishment.

all you could do was take it.

armin took his sweats off, and white t-shirt. "run and see what happens." he told you, and slipped his boxers off too, dick hitting his stomach. he pulled down your panties and gave himself a few pumps before spitting on your arousal and his shaft, making a puh sound. "put it in." he tapped your ass.

reaching behind you, you grabbed his dick and lined it up with your entrance before moving back onto his length, his tip sliding in. "alright." he moved your hand out of the way and held onto your hips before pushing himself in, in one swift motion.

he didn't even give you time to adjust. his pace was relentless, fucking you hard into the mattress, balls hitting your clit and stimulating you even more.

his thumb grazed your tattoo, then pushed your arch deeper into the bed. "baby, slow-ah-down. im g'nna cum." you pushed at his abdomen, and he grabbed your wrist.

"what'd i say?" he asked and you just moaned and drooled into his comforter. "i asked you a question."

"don't run," you mumbled.

"and you claim to be a good girl, good girls don't run from dick after begging for it. they lay there and take it. now be my good girl, and maybe ill let you cum." his words had you growing wetter by the second. wanting to feel more, you began to match his strokes. pushing against him so hard he stopped and let you work.

the ripples of your ass hitting his abdomen turned him on even more. "just like that." he groaned and you smiled, finally hearing his voice soften. before you could cum, he pulled out, causing you to whimper. "flip over," he urged you and you rolled over to your back.

your fucked out expression caused his dick to jump. "so pretty." he whispered. he pulled you to the end of the bed by your ankle, veiny hands wrapped around it. armin left a kiss on your ankle, holding it up high as he leaned down to kiss your lips. he pressed you down into the mattress and slid back in. moaning at how much tighter you had gotten.

"you're doing such a good job, baby." he kissed your forehead, then moved his thumb to rub circles on your clit, then sped up his strokes, tip kissing your cervix.

"i can't, please!" you scratched at armin's back. "min' can i cum, please. please! i ca–" you sobbed, tears streaming down your face at how much stimulation he was delivering to you.

he was so close, and hearing your beg had his hips stuttering, "come on angel, let me feel it." he coaxed you and you came hard. you'd never squirted before and armin was in awe.

"there you go! fuck you're so good. such a good girl. my good girl." he pushed himself as deep as he could go and you felt his spurts of cum empty into you.

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someone requested a part 2 to skaterboy.

and all i can think about is virgin megumi who almost cums when he bottoms out inside of you. who is so loud and pussy drunk off of this new feeling. who cant believe he waited this long to fuck you. and oh, don’t get him started on those faces you make as your crumble underneath his dick. your so fucked out and he’s barely started, but that’s because he made you cum before he slid in. your begging him to slow down, to take some out. but how can he when your basically sucking him in on your own, how warm and tight you are around him. and the sound that you make after each time he slams his hips back into yours. but he’s also seeking approval with every move. “baby, does that feel good,”, “do you want me to speed up?”, “am i hurting you.”, “are you sure you want me to go deeper?” who knew your shy, nerdy, skater boyfriend had it in him to make your legs shake this much. and he’s so gentle, kissing you anywhere his lips can touch, and making sure you’re okay. he hates that he has to pull out of you knowing you two can’t be teen parents but the way your face and chest look painted with him cum makes him want to fuck you all over again.

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feelings run deep ˖ ࣪ connie springer

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) playboy!connie eating out the girl he's in love with

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, playboy!connie, black coded fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), angst, overestimation, pet names authors note : connie was supposed to be all rough, but i just imagine him being soft in this situation. dw tho, an actual plug!connie will be on the way !! word count: 1.1k.

connie loved you.

you knew it, he knew it, but his life moved too fast for you, and you both wanted different things. connie still wanted to be the life of the party, while you wanted to focus on school and your future.

but you loved him too much to not have him in your life. he was your best friend, your soulmate even. but god did he love the streets. he liked to go out with his friends, smoke, getting tattoos, and he was a car guy.

connie was a completely different person behind closed doors though, he loved to be up under you. if he could he would live in your skin. he'd always lay his head on your boobs and in the blink of an eye he could fall asleep there.

he liked to cuddle–all the time. and he was clingy. so clingy. whenever he made the time, he wanted to spend all of it with you. he was your connie. and you were sick of waiting for him. you wanted all of him.

and you knew sadly, you weren't gonna get it.

: open the door

connie's text made you groan and climb out of your bed. you were almost done with your 15-page paper that was due tomorrow morning, and all you wanted was sleep.

murmuring curse words, you walked to your front door, unlocked it, and opened the door to see him. you were immediately hit with his signature smell, and as much as you wanted to be annoyed at him for coming over when you specifically told him about your paper of course he didn't listen.

he smelled like men's dove, dior colonge, and weed.

"don't you look pretty." his raspy voice spoke, eyes following you from head to toe.

"do not. i look exhausted," you said walking off. "lock it behind you!" you yelled heading back to your room.

but you did. connie was left there sprung. your silk press was about a week old, up in a loose messy ponytail, some hairs sticking out around, and two strands out in the front. a shirt twice your size he knew belonged to him, and fuzzy socks.

"no thank you?" he raised his eyebrows, walking into your room and sliding his shoes off.

"thank you, connie." you pulled your laptop back onto your lap.

you really needed to finish this paper, you were so exhausted and stressed about it. you put it off for a while and now the procrastination was catching up to you.

trying to focus on typing you felt a dip in your bed, and eyes burning onto the side of your face. you tried to ignore it, but when his tatted hand trailed up your arm your typing ceased.

"con' i cant focus with you staring at me." you sighed, turning to face him, and hadn't he gotten comfortable.

he wasn't wearing his beanie anymore, or his hoodie. both were off, leaving him in a beige tee and sweats. "you look like you need to relax anyway, smoke with me."

"nuh-uh. 'cause then i'll fall asleep after and this won't be done." he gave you a knowing look.

"mama, just take a break. it'll still be here later." he knew the nickname got you so he took the laptop and closed it, sitting it on your nightstand.

before you got the chance to protest, he wrapped his hands around your waist and buried his face in your neck. "y'know i 'missed you." he mumbled.

"i missed you too." you sighed, hugging him back and melting in his arms.

connie made you feel so safe in his arms, you don't know what it was, but he could be so comforting. its one of the many reasons of why you love him.

at first he began with subtle kisses along your jaw, then open-mouth kisses on your neck, and when he began sucking you inhaled a sharp breath, repeating his name a few time only for him to hum in response like he was doing nothing at all.

"wassup?" he spoke into your neck, pressing a kiss to the hickey he just gave you, then looking up at you with those eyes. the ones you could never say no to.

fuck it.

you grabbed his jaw and finally kissed him. just from the way he was kissing you, you could tell how needy he was for you. hands gripping your waist and playing with the hem of your panties.

he pulled back and pushed you flush against your pillows. "i'll let you get back to your work, after, i help you relax. just lay back."

connie was sweet, and he loved eating you out. feeling you squirm underneath his touch, begging for more, and the pretty moans that would leave your mouth drove him insane.

he knew that he needed to get his shit together and get on the same page as you, because seeing you happy was all he wanted, so he was trying to be more serious and stay out of the party life. messing with random girls, when he knew he had you.

and none of the girls connie had fucked could ever amount to how he felt when he was with you.

"con' please," you whined, wishing he wouldn't waste so much time teasing you.

by now he pulled your panties off and had a hold of your hips, face between your plush thighs.

"relax, yn." he rasped before finally attaching his mouth to your core.

and he's relentless, eating to pleasure you but also to pleasure himself too. the moans that leave your mouth are immediate too. hand reaching down to hook onto the back of his short hair.

he sucked on your clit and when you moaned out louder he switched to flicking his tongue on it at a rapid pace. "f..fuck! don't stop. I'm so close." you whimpered and he focused his tongue on your clit, inserting one of his fingers into your hole that was already clenching around nothing, begging for attention.

he thrust it in and out, then curled it up to hit your spot, and you're bucking up against his mouth let him know he had hit it. he inserted a second finger.

"gonna cum." you breathed out, pulling his mouth closer, and he sped up his fingers and suck harshly on your clit until your back arched and your thighs closed around his head.

but he just moved one of his hands to your thigh to hold you open while he ate you through it. until you were so sensitive, tears sprung in your eyes and you were begging him to stop.

but he collected all of your releases onto his tongue and cleaned you up before finally moving from between your twitching thighs.

you brought him up to your lips for a sloppy kiss, you teeth clashing and lips smacking and in this moment, connie couldn't help it anymore.

he had to tell you how he felt, truly about you. he didn't want to play any more games. he wanted you. all of you. to himself.

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family dinner ˖ ࣪ kento nanami

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) nanami teaching you there's consequences to your actions

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, missionary, riding, degrading (slut), praising, daddy kink if you squint, pet names (sweetheart, baby) established relationship, dom nanami, choking, slapping authors note : i didn’t know what to do with the ending but dom and rough nanami?? oh my goodness, i love it. enjoy guys ;) word count: 0.5k.

nanami was fed up with your games.

he was hard before you two had even left the house. he'd seen you in that fucking blue dress.

it was spaghetti strapped, a v-cut, it brushed right above your knees and hugged your waist, but spread out and clung to your hips.

he was sweet at first, how he always was. calling your beautiful, his sweet girl, angel. and you ate it all up, he knew how you loved to be praised.

but nanami had gotten you riled up too. he wore a matching blue suit, keeping the top two buttons unfastened, revealing his chest, his muscles making his dress shirt all tight.

you told him to keep his hands to himself, and he listened. not wanting his parents to discourage you.

the two of you were engaged and were having your weekly friday night, family dinners.

but he never told you to keep your hands to yourself.

which is why you are sobbing under his touch now. creaming all over his dick, moans, and cries escaping from your lips, dress not even fully off your body, and thong pulled to the side.

"k-ken," your legs bucked when his thumb came in contact with your clit. rubbing it in harsh circles at a quickened pace.

"what sweetheart? this is what you wanted, isn't it?" he moaned deeply into your ear. "you've been teasing me all night, so shut the fuck up and take it."

nanami was normally sweet in bed, he catered to you at all times. but when you made him like this he had no choice but to be rough with you, and you loved it.

seeing his jaw drop, speeding up his strokes to hit you deeper, hit you harder. calling you his 'pretty little slut' and that 'your pussy was made just for him'. when he got like this all you could do was lay there and take it.

and he loved to see you all fucked out too, your weak little arms clawing at his chest, pushing at his abdomen to try and get him to slow down.

"i'm-" you gasped when he lifted your legs higher, seemingly slipping in deeper. "m' sorry," you cried.

"no you aren't, y/n. you wanted this dick all night so now your gonna take it." he looked down to where your two bodies met, seeing your white cream coating him and leaving a ring at the base of his cock. for you to be begging him to slow down you were sucking him right in. "fuck." he huffed. speeding up his strokes.

your eyes slipped closed, overwhelmed by everything you were feeling at once, legs trying to close around him. “wait, ken.” you gasped, hand pushing at his chest.

nanami slapped you across your face. “open your eyes, look at me.” you just sobbed gripping at the sheets. “you’re doing so good for me baby, c’mon.” he kissed the tears on your cheeks.

you opened your eyes and he wrapped his hand around your throat. “good girl.” he kissed your lips for the first time tonight and you melted.

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miss you ˖ ࣪ toji fushiguro

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) fucking your husband toji in his office

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, black coded fem!reader, missionary, oral fem!receiving, riding, degrading?, praising, daddy kink if you squint, pet names (mama, baby) established relationship, dom toji word count: 1.3k.

toji worked way too much for your liking. he'd leave early morning and get home late at night. you missed him. you missed the way he'd kiss you when he got home, how he'd beg you to hop in the shower with him.

your heels clacked on the smooth concrete floors as you exited the elevator. the eyes that once looked at the doors checking to see who was on the top floor quickly looked down when they landed eyes on you.

everyone knew better than to look at toji fushiguro's wife. as much as they wanted to, toji would kill them if they even spared a glance in his presence.

"boys, where's toji?" you stood in front of a group of guys sitting on a coach counting money.

"his office, mrs.fushiguro." one mumbled and you nodded walking towards the door.

you didn't bother knocking, you opened the door, closing and locking it behind you.

"mama, you should be at home." he stopped his money counter and leaned back in his desk chair.

"so should you toji." you rounded his desk and stood behind him, trailing your arms down his shoulders, to his chest.

"can't," he huffed.

"but i miss you. you don't have enough time for me anymore?" you might've been exaggerating a bit, but you truly were deprived.

and his outfit wasn't doing you any justice. he looked edible as always. grey sweatpants, a black tee that hugged his slim waist, but also his buff arms and shoulders. accompanied by a simple silver chain.

"i always have time for you, c'mere mama." he grabbed your arm and brought you so that you were standing right in front of him. his eyes scanned you up and down. "i haven't been giving my baby enough attention, huh?"

you pouted and shook your head, in an instant, his arms had circled your waist bringing you onto his lap.

he engulfed you in a full kiss. his large hands squeezing your love handles, and your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him in closer.

you leaned up on your knees to gain more control of the kiss and he sent a hard smack to your ass, your heels by now had slid off of your feet and were somewhere on the floor.

when he pulled away you whined and chased his lips, but he buried his face in your neck. leaving marks and kisses on your neck. "toji, i want you now." you lifted up his shirt, hands trailing down his chest.

"lemme make it up to you first mama," toji pecked your lips and stood up, hand underneath your thigh and quickly moving things off of his desk, papers, money, and about a million different things landing on the floor to make space for you.

he laid you on top of his desk and admired you for a moment. your hair sprawled out, biting your lip and reaching out for him while your skirt rode up your thighs.

"you look so fucking beautiful, fuck." his print was visible through the sweatpants he wore. he pulled your skirt and lace panties down in one go. "spread those for me," he tapped your thigh.

he leaned between your plush thighs sending one lick up your slit, causing a deep breath to leave your mouth. after that, he immediately went back for more. attaching his mouth to your clit, sucking and slurping you up. your jaw dropped as you gasped, but no sound left your mouth until he increased the pace.

a loud moan left your lips and your hands reached down to tug on his hair, earning a groan from your husband and causing your hips to buck up against him. "such a slut," he shook his head and leaned up.

"don't stop," you whined and he sent a smack to your core.

"shut up," he slid his two middle fingers into you, thrusting his fingers upward inside of you. you loved the aggressive side of toji. the way he would handle you and how rough he'd be.

your moans grew louder as you inched closer to your orgasm, and when he slid in a third finger you lost it, hand squeezing his forearm as your cried under his touch.

toji kissing and sucking your neck and collarbone, doing you no favors as you squelched around his fingers, twitching away from him as he still moved at a moderate pace after you had already finished.

you grabbed his wrist and sucked your juices off of his fingers then sat up as he stood between your legs. he brought a finger under your jaw and raised your head up to look at him.

"i wanna make you feel good too," you pouted and pulled him closer by his waistband, pushing them down and reaching for his hardened member.

once he was released you rubbed your thumb over his tip. while you stroked him he removed his black tee and began pushing you back to laying down.

"no, i wanna ride." your hand connected with his toned stomach and he smirked.

"ya sure, baby? 'cause you're taking it all. i don't care how much you cry." he sat back down in his chair and pulled up on his lap.

"yes, i can take it." you leaned up on your knees, holding onto his shoulders when you began sinking down slowly, toji's hands coming to your waist and pushing you down in a swift motion.

"c'mon mama," toji rubbed your thigh. and you began raising your ass to drop back down on him. you speed up subtly, clinging onto his chest and moaning wildly on top of him.

every time you told him you could take it. but as long as it's been, you forgot how full toji makes you. you end up running and begging him to slow down because you can't take it.

toji wasn't having it tonight though.

"unh." he moans, spreading your ass cheeks to dig deeper inside of you. you're so wet around him, your juices spilling and soaking his pelvis. your walls fluttering around him and he's in heaven. "yes baby, just like that, daddy's pretty girl."

it makes him realize how much he misses you too. when you begin to slow down, the feeling becomes too intense for you to take you to wrap your arms around his neck and grind into his lap.

"unt uh." he pulls you into a bear hug and thrusts up into you at an inhumane pace. hitting your g-spot repeatedly, tears falling from your eyes as you hit your second high of the night, creaming around toji.

"i thought you missed me, mama, i thought you could take it." toji continues stroking you through your orgasm, mumbling in your ear. "you look like i fucked you dumb already." toji kissed your tear-stained cheek.

you just whimper nonsense, "i know, just let me cum then ill take you home, okay?" you nod and he lays you back onto the table, lifting your legs up on his shoulders, and becomes frantic with his thrusts.

"you're such a good girl, mama. hugging me so tightly." he groans and slaps your thigh, thrusting hard and fast, the desk moving underneath you. he kissed your leg that was dangling near his face. "cum with me baby," he began strumming his thumb on your clit, and you clawed at his chest moaning loudly.

when you came for the third time he couldn't take it any longer, getting ready to pull out but you wrapped your legs around his waist and shook your head. "i want it in me," you moaned and that was enough to send him over the edge.

toji released a deep moan, that had you clenching around him again, holding him close to your body while he fucking you full of his cum. you breathed heavily while he rested his head on your chest.

"i missed you too." toji kissed your collarbone.

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your skater boy ˖ ࣪ megumi fushiguro

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) ditching school to give your skater boyfriend!megumi a blowjob

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, shy gumi, oral, male!receiving, dry humping, usage of profanity, usage of pet names, praising, established relationship, dom fem?

megumi was your boyfriend. everyone stayed away from him before you two began dating.

but once he was yours, all the girls wanted him.

megumi always wore a black beanie over his shagged hair that you loved to run your nails through, baggy clothes that hid his lean body, glasses that made him look nerdy but to you it made him even cuter.

he rode his skateboard everywhere, and when you begged him to let you ride on it with him he held your waist until you guys reached the bottom of the hil.

he smoked cigarettes, but you didn't mind, watching him blow smoke out of his mouth and lean his head back, with his eyes closed, adams apple on display made up for it.

you were the girl he had his eyes on, long black braids, on the track team, hung out with many crowds but always kept to yourself. you approached him first, after seeing him ditching class one day and you ditched with him.

that was your favorite thing to do together, ditch school, and walk to his house, he'd stand closer to the street on the sidewalk, holding his skateboard in one hand and your hand in the other.

you'd normally just go to his house since no one was home, and sit in his room talking about anything, making out until your lips were sore, then rush back to school.

it was his favorite part of the day.

and when you'd leave, his dick would be as hard as a rock.

megumi was a shy boy, he didn't know how'd you react if he tried anything. and sometimes you'd make him so nervous that his face would flush a bright red.

but right now, as you straddled his lap, hands tangeled in his hair–beanie disgarded somewhere on the floor, kissing him so sloppily, and grinding your waist into his lap it was hard for him to stay silent.

he whimpered into your mouth, his hands gripping tightly at your waist, you were sure it'd leave marks but you didn't care. but you were caught by surprise when you felt him hard underneath you.

you pulled away, breathing heavily and his eyes popped open. "you okay?" megumi asked, loosening his grip on your waist.

"i should be asking you that, baby." you moved back on his lap and placed your hand on his bulge causing him to immediately stiffen.

"do i always make you like this?" you wondered, stroking him through his pants.

"yeah," he groaned lowly.

silently you lifted up his shirt and then your hands were unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, when your hands reached the zipper he covered his hand with yours.

"do you not want me to?" you looked up at him at in the moment you looked so pretty.

doe eyes staring at him, lips somehow still glossy, the tank top you wore giving him the perfect view of your cleavage, and your hand on his dick.

if he didn't have enough self control he woud've creamed in his pants by now.

but he knew sometimes you could grow more nervous than him. "no, no, i want you to, but are you sure?" he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip and you nodded.

"i wan'a know what you taste like." megumi removed his hands quickly and you unzipped his zipper, and pulled him out, he hissed at the feeling.

he was so big.

is what your first thought, your hand barely wrapped around him fully, but his cock was pretty.

a swollen tip that was begging for attention, you kitten licked his tip a few times, then swirled your tongue around it, megumi shuddering above you.

"y/n," he moaned. "p-please, put it in your mouth."

you smirked and bobbed your head down his full length, a deep groan leaving his lips.

"holy shit," his hands gripped his comforter, as you came back up, spitting on his length and stroking him at a moderate pace.

megumi was trying to keep his moans down but it was literally impossible. every time he looked down he made eye contact with you. you were bobbing your head up and down, gagging slightly which turned him on even more, and your eyes were beginning to water.

unexpectedly you tried to fit him all down your throat, pushing your head down until your nose brushed his pelvis and he rutted his hips to go deeper.

"baby, you're doing so good." he praised and when you went up to catch your breath, slurping up the mess you made he was in awe, "you look so pretty gagging on my dick."

as he got closer to his orgasm he got louder and began talking more, "all the way down, i wanna feel your throat." he whimpered when you did it again.

you could feel him pulsing and twitching in your mouth, so you came back up and stroked him faster, watching him crumble from your touch.

"gumi' look at me, don't you wan'a see me swallow it all," you purred and his eyes shot open.

the feeling getting more intense, you took him back into your mouth, staying near his tip and stroking whatever wouldn't fit in your mouth.

"f-fuck, don't stop y/n. oh-oh." he stared down at you and when you stuck out your tongue he came instantly.

pulling at your hair and moaning loudly, he looked adorable, face flushed, hair messy and eyes wide.

megumi breathed heavily, watching you swallow everything up and lick your lips.

"c'mere," he pulled up back into his lap and kissed you deeply not even caring that you just sucked his dick. "im gonna fuck you so hard," he whispered in your ear.

"MEGUMI!" his mother shouted and you both froze hearing footsteps coming near.

lets just say the first time you met megumi's mom wasn't the best first impression.

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