Trinity

She/her|| blackity black-wit a lil of Mexican🤌🏾|| 22

[simpingfor-wakasa]

Wait Who Turned 21?...

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[nieceeee]

nerd!ony x black reader

WC: 5K+

A/N: MDNI, afab reader, black reader, we love ony down bad as always. I had fun writing this one

“Ony, again bruh come on.”

Onyankopon sighs, rubbing his hands down his face as he stands in the doorway of his dorm. His teammates stand on the other side, once again urging him to come out for the night. “Come on, yall know how my mama is. If I don’t ace this test, I’m done.” he shrugs. Groans sound out in the crowd of people. “Ony, it's college. One bad test won't mess you up. You already have a 4.0.” his best friend Connie slaps a hand on his shoulder. “And if I was paying my own way through school I would agree. But my folks ain’t going for that and yall know it.” he explains for the umpteenth time as he pushes his glasses up on his face. Ony’s arm cross over his wide chest as he tries his best to be patient with his friends and teammates. They’re cutting into studying time was the only thing running through his mind. One thing about him, he ran a strict program. Study time was set and organized each week depending on workload. Alarms were set on his clock for breaks and lunches. Phone silenced for no distractions. He had it all in order but his teammates were disrupting his routine and it made than vein in his neck twitch in agitation. He knew they meant well but it didn't change a thing. 

“Come on man. Y'all know he ain’t budging when it comes to this school shit. We gone be late to the party.” Eren groans from behind them, his booted foot kicked up behind him balancing him out as he leans against the wall. He folds his over his chest, black hair greased and slicked back into a low ponytail. “Exactly.’ Ony quickly agrees, “Y'all just go. I’ll catch the next one.” He compromises. Another round of complaints and head shakes sound out. “Wait, isn't your girl supposed to be there tonight?” Reiner asks, that heavy country twang coming from the back of the crowd. Eyes shuffle from him back to Ony, patiently waiting for his response. To be honest, Ony wasn’t sure if you were going to be there or not. I mean he figured you would just because he knew you. That’s literally how you two met. 

Ony had been forced to go to at least one team outing by his friends and coaches (yeah, it was that bad.) After hours of reluctance he agreed to go only because he was offered (bribed with) a full study day of no interruptions and a light practice day which everyone knew he wouldn't take. His team had managed to get him out that night for the annual fair. The minute he got there he was ready to leave. It was overwhelming. The lights, the bodies, the people. He found himself standing in the line for the ferris wheel in hopes that the height from the rotating ride could offer him some sense of reprieve from the chaos swarming around him. His eyes fan the area, taking in his surroundings, teammates standing close by loud and boisterous. And then he saw you and instantly it seemed like the world melted away. Ony rarely gets awestruck but there was something about the way your brown skin shines under the moonlight, eyes twinkling like stars. Drawn like a moth to a flame he didn't even register that you had walked up to him until you were standing right under his nose. “Hey cutie. What’s your name?” Was the first thing you said to him that night. His eyes widened because there was no way you were talking to him, right? But you were. He stuttered his name to you and your response was one he would never forget. “Nice to meet you Ony. I’m Y/N. In a few minutes, I’m going to hold out my hand and you’re going to put your phone in it. I’ll be expecting a text from you with a time and a date. And if you can set it in the next 48 hours, you’ll definitely be getting a goodnight kiss that night.” He was so starstruck that he barely registered when your hand lifted in front of him. He fumbled his phone from his pocket and before you had walked off good he had sent you a text (Eren had to force him to do it because he was still confused about the entire encounter). A few dates later, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet, quiet gesture much like him. A promise ring stuffed in your favorite dessert at your favorite restaurant coupled with two dozen roses. You shared your second first kiss that night. 

You and Ony are alike and different at the same time. Both academic scholars with big aspirations. But where he is quiet, you are the life of the party. Never shying away from a function, a member of every black student organization on campus from student council to dance team, and more. If there is a gathering, you are there. Everyone who ius anybody and even the nobodies know who you are. And Ony loves it about you. Although he is much more on the shy side, his favorite thing is seeing you get the praise and accolades you are much deserved. That being said, there aren’t many parties that you miss so Ony assumes that you would be in attendance tonight as well. “She may be and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll be here in my room. Now if y'all excuse me, I have to get started. I’m already behind schedule.” He pushes them, in between their complaints, away from the door and closes it, locking both locks. A heavy sigh and soft finally escapes his lips. The clock hits 8:41 and Ony groans in agitation. He was supposed to start at 8:30 on the dot so he can take his breaks on time. “Guess I’ll just have to move things around.” He mumbles aloud as he sits down at his desk to get started. 

10:03 pm

His floor is quiet, everyone else having went to celebrate their big win. Pages spread neatly across his desk paired with uncapped highlighters and scribbled on sticky notes. His eyes scan the PowerPoint on his laptop as he double checks the answers on his practice test. He exhales softly through his nose, squinting as he pushes his glasses back closer to his pupils. He had already taken his first break and he was due for another one at 10:30. Focus. Only a few more minutes and you can give your eyes a rest. He blinks a few more times and continues to read. “When comparing the velocity of…” he reads aloud. 

His phone rings. 

The loud sound shocks him from his thoughts causing his brows to furrow together. His eyes dart over quickly as he reaches out to silence it. He didn’t realize he hadn’t turned his ringer off which is strange for him to say the least. Ony always remembers to turn his ringer off when he is studying. Distraction aside he shakes his head and collects his thoughts. Ignoring the call, he picks up where he left off. “Comparing veloci…”

The phone rings again. 

What is happening tonight? He thinks. He lets out a small huff of annoyance flipping the phone up to see who is calling. There are very few people that can bypass his silencer on his phone and his parents know he studies late nights. His heart jumps when he sees your name and picture on his screen, that familiar warmth seeping under his skin. His eyes check the clock. 10:23. 7 minutes. He isn't supposed to answer his phone for another 7 minutes. The FaceTime call continues to ring, device vibrating in his hand. Ony bites down into his lip as he contemplates. He doesn’t normally break his schedule but he knows your deep brown eyes are starting at the phone right now with your brows slightly pulled together, waiting patiently for him to answer. The call would be ending soon and this is the second time you called him. One time won’t hurt. He swipes the phone icon right just as it was about to end, setting his phone up on the shelf so that you could see him and turns his eyes back to his computer screen. 

The call connects. 

Your face fills the screen, brown skin glistening under the soft led lights in your room. You notice his attention is elsewhere and you smile bright. He is studying obviously. “Hi baby.” You say softly. “You not going to the party?” Ony swallows heavily but keeps his attention on the laptop. Your sweet voice sending tingles down his spine. This may have been a bad idea He thinks to himself, shaking his head before responding, “No. I have an exam this week. I’m trying to make sure I’m prepared.” His eyes continue to scan over the text on the screen. You give his a soft hum. “What about you? Are you planning on going?” He asks. “Thinking bout it. I was going to see if you wanted to help me pick an outfit but you seem busy.” You say softly, shuffling on your bed. “If you can give me a few minutes, I just have to get through this.” he responds jotting down a few notes on yellow sticky. He rips it off and adds it to the others on his wall. “You work so hard. I'm so proud of you baby.” you encourage and it makes his body run warm. He mumbles a shy thank you. Ony’s eyes glance over to you for a quick moment and he regrets it the exact moment he does. His eyes widen at your current position. One leg bent close to you, the other stretched out, slightly dangling off the side of your bed. Your back arched ever so slightly and Ony feels his chest tighten. 

You were effortlessly beautiful and a major distraction right now. Still, he doesn’t dismiss you or end the call. Instead he swallows the heavy pit in his throat and forces himself to turn back to his computer, ignoring the blood rushing down his body. “So,” you say, lifting your arm up and leaning your head against your hand. “What you studying?” You ask him, eyes watching the side of his face. You admire the way the screen reflects against his features. Ony was effortlessly sexy. Chiseled jaw and smooth skin with the longest and fullest lashes you’d ever seen. You watch his full lips move as he reads the text to himself softly. “Uh, I was looking over the power points for my kinematics exam and…don’t do that.”

It came out deep, gravelly and sent a tingle down your spine. 

You blink a few times, caught off guard at his statement. “Do what baby?” You ask in confusion. Ony holds in his groan refusing to look your way again. He runs his hands down his face “That thing you do.” Your mouth parts in an “O”. You take the time to look at your man and the strain on his face. You have seen Ony in many phases over the past few months. You’ve seen his intensity during games when he tunnels visions on one goal, carrying his team as quarterback. You’ve seen him shy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose in social settings. You’ve seen him nervous, his lips grazing yours gently, never pushing you too far. You’ve even seen him worried, from his grades to that one time you fell and sprained your ankle and he doted on you for weeks. But this Ony is definitely someone you hadn’t seen before. His jaw is clenched, chest rising and falling at a more rapid pace that you are accustomed to seeing from him. His shoulders are squared, tense and pulled to his ears. Deep brown eyes blinking quickly as he stares at his screen like the words would disappear if he didn't. “Ony, baby what are you talking about? What did I do?” He turns to you and the looks in his eyes nearly pulls a gasp from your chest. “You are being distracting.” he growls. “Ony?” you whisper his name and his eyes roll closed. He takes a few breaths to steady himself before opening them again. “Sorry.” he mumbles before turning back to his computer. 

You sit up in your bed, leaning your top half on your folded arms. Shock still coating your features. “Onyankopon Nyamekye. Look at me.” you command, trying to figure out what in the hell just possessed your boyfriend. “I can’t.” he whines, pushing his glasses up once more. You let out a broken laugh. Ony has never acted like this before. “I was…” he starts then sighs. “I was doing so good.” he whispers softly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Ony leans back from his computer and turns to look at you, really look at you. You sit up on your bed, shorts hiked up slightly from all the rustling around and your top cut just low enough for Ony to see the curves of your breasts peeking from the top of your shirt. The sight of your nipples pressing against the thin fabric makes his mouth water. “Now can you explain why I tried to call my man to check in because I miss him and he’s asking like he can’t give me 5 minutes of attention.” He couldn’t tell you the real reason. You wouldn’t look at him the same. So instead he settles for, “I just need to get this done. I’m a bit behind.” You let out a pouty huff, crossing your arms tighter which in turn pushes your chest out more. Ony shuffles in his seat but you’re too upset to notice. “Fine, I can just let you go. I need to start getting ready anyway.” You murmur slipping off the bed. Your phone falls down in the process, causing the camera to point up to the ceiling. It gives him a moment to breathe but not much. Because after the lust simmers he finally realizes how upset he made you. It makes his stomach knot up. 

“Baby.” He calls out to you but you don’t respond, already in your mood. Instead you focus on pulling your clothes out and getting your makeup out of your vanity. Ony feels bad. He knows you weren’t actually doing anything but there was no way he was going to tell you that your thighs and titties were making him so hard that he couldn’t read through his notes. So he settled with the study card as always. Using the moment of quiet, he turns back to his notes. You disregard the phone, now focused on getting yourself together. You take time doing your hair and makeup. You fix your hair to perfectly accent your features. Smoky eyes set with dramatic liner and a deep red lip deepens your sex appeal as you work on piecing together your outfit. 

It was fairly warm out and you knew your liquor jacket would do you just right so you choose a jean belted mini skirt and crop option for your fit. It paired perfectly with your boots and the overall look. You smile to yourself., looking at your body in the mirror. “Okay. Purse, ID, keys…where is my phone?” you mumble to yourself as you grab everything you need to get ready and leave.  You hadn’t registered Ony was still on the phone up until that moment. “Ok, I’m about to leave.” You say flatly. He startles a bit at your voice. Ony had been attempting to study again but his eyes dart from the screen to his phone in hopes that you would come back. “You that mad at me? You won’t even show me your outfit.” He says trying to lighten the mood. He knows you’re upset with him but he isn’t too keen on letting you go out without seeing you. “You’re studying. Not tryin’ to distract you.” You quip. Yeah, you were pissed. “I'm on a break now.” he lies. His break was 20 minutes ago but schedule be damned. There is no way he is letting you leave without at least looking at you. “Come on baby. I want to see you.” He pleads. You release a small huff from your nose already relenting (because how can you tell him no when he asks so nicely), setting the phone up on your desk so he can see your full outfit. The minute you step back from the screen, Ony’s mouth drops open. His eyes devour you. The way the crop shows off that perfect amount of your belly. The skirt cutting into the meat of your thighs. His mind raced with how good that deep shade of red would look wrapped around his dick. He responds before his mind registers it. 

“Fuck.”

Your eyes widen, your mouth dropping open to match his. Ony doesn’t cuss. “Did you just-…” “Do a spin for me mamas.” His voice came out low and gravely, eyes slanted. The same way it is when he has just woken up and you love it. Your thighs press together gently but you obey, giving him a slow 360. “You’re so pretty baby.” He compliments you. “Thank you Onya.” You whisper back. A text chimes on your end breaking you from the trance that is your man. “Shoot, that’s Sasha. I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow baby. Bye.” You say before disconnecting and rushing out the door. Ony released a deep breath and turns back to his studies. 

11:47 pm

Ony struggled through the last 15 minutes of his study session. Every time he tries to read, his mind keeps conjuring up pictures of you in that outfit. His leg shakes underneath his desk in anxiousness. Come on Ony. Focus. He tries to give himself a pep talk but he is failing. He’s never had this problem before. Before he could sit and study for hours without stopping. But being with you, he could barely go 30 minutes before he wanted to see your face or hear your voice. And for the most part he’s been doing good. Until recently.

Recently his desire for you has caused his focus to fall short. 

You and Ony hadn’t been intimate…yet. You wanted him to be sure and he didn’t want to rush you. You’d only been dating 8 months. But one night you came over to check on him while he was studying and things started heating up. It was the way his glasses were sitting against his face that had just did something to you. Before you knew it, you’d climbed onto his lap while he was sitting at his desk, pressing your lips all over his neck, sucking softly. His thick hands gripped your sides, hips involuntarily pressing up into you causing you to whimper against his skin. The minute your lips met his, his hands held you down moving your hips up and down his print. “Baby.” You whined and it made him want to push his dick deep inside of you and fuck the noises from your throat. But before either of you could get further, his ringer exploded into the room interrupting the moment. Breathing heavy he checked the caller id and groaned aloud. It was his mother. His head dropped against your chest. Perfect timing mom. The ringer continued to fill the air. “You should take that.” You said to him, removing yourself from his grasp. By the time he had answered and his mom’s rambling filled his ears, you were already shuffling out the door, mouthing a quick we will talk tomorrow. Ony was so worried that he had pushed you too far that he didn’t bring it up again. But you couldn’t stop thinking about that day. Especially how tight his hands held you down as he growled into your mouth. You wanted more of that Ony. But your sweetheart of a boyfriend refused to be that with you.

“I think you should just tell him.” Sasha mentions in the middle of the party. How the conversation circled around to your sex life, the world will never know. “Yall know I can’t. Ony is just…he’s too gentle for that.” You shrug, downing another shot. “Come on. Every man has some level of aggression just pent up inside. You just have to get him to understand that you want to see that part of him.” Annie chimes in. “Yeah, just tell him. Hey big daddy, I want you to fuck me into the mattress until I can’t walk for a week.” Sasha says dramatically waving her hands in the air and pressing her tongue to her teeth. You all burst into laughter. “Not my Ony. He’s a gentle giant so I doubt that will be true. And I’m okay with that really.” You say to your friends. “Alright enough boyfriend talk. Let’s shake some ASSSSS, HOE!” Mikasa yells aloud causing you all to erupt into cheers. Getting lost in the music you waste no time standing on the furniture and showing out with your girls. Unbeknownst to you, Sasha had taken your phone to record you, posting you wilding out to your main story. She eyes Annie and Mikasa as they giggle, well aware of what she was doing. She types quickly, tagging Ony in the story and locking your phone before you realizes what’s happening. 

Ony’s phone chimes at exactly 12:23 am. It only takes him a minute to pick it up, brows furrowing in confusion at the notification. The video was only 12 seconds long. It took 7 of those for Ony to get up and throw his jacket and shoes on, snatching his keys off the door hanger and starts walking to his car. Ony wasn’t mad per say. Actually he didn't really care at all. He knew he bagged a baddie when he got with you and unlike most small minded men, he knew what that came with. The video didn’t make him upset, it made him fucking feral. Seeing the way your ass jiggled in that skirt, fabric pressing gently against your pussy coupled with built up pressure from before…yeah he wasn’t making it through the rest of the night without fucking you. 

Sweet, never breaking the rules, always on time shy Ony broke so many traffic laws speeding to where you were. His body hot with fever. This is so out of character for him but he doesn’t care. Not with that video playing in his mind. He needs you. So gentle giant Ony hit 97 in a 45, burning rubber as he slides into the parking lot of the club. He barely put the car in park, cutting the engine and speed walking into the building. You’re having the time of your life completely unaware of the scheme that your friends have devised so imagine your surprise when you hear “Aye Ony you made it!” from Connie’s loud ass in the corner. You damn near snap your neck at how fast you turn around to see him. “Ony? Wha…” 

“Let's go.” 

You blink in shock, his tone throwing you for a loop. “Baby huh?” You couldn’t have heard him correctly. Your eyes scan the shocked faces around you. Your friends lips press together to hold back laughter. “You heard me. We leaving. Get yo shit.” He grunts. Your brows furrow together, a pout forming on your lips. “I’m not ready to go. Why you acting like this?” You cross your arms. His eyes trail your chest and then back up. “You either gone go willingly or I’m gone make you. And you only have 3 seconds to decide so you better choose wisely.” You were in complete and utter shock. Who the hell was this standing in front of you and where did your man go? More importantly why the fuck did it have your pussy leaking in your panties. “Ony, I said I’m not leaving.” was the dumbest thing you could’ve said in that moment. 

It was like a scene from a movie. He walked up to you pupils dilated and smiles, tongue running across his lips. Next thing you know, you were upside down. “Tell your friends bye baby.” He says hoisting you up on his shoulder in the middle of the club. A round of cuss words and exclamations sounded in the room blending in with the music. No one had ever seen Ony act like this before. But he didn’t give a damn. “Ony!” You yell out but you’re only met with his hand smacking your ass. He carried you out the door and to his car. “Ony what has gotten into you?” your chest rises and fall rapidly as you sway against his shoulder. His only response is another hand on your ass. The sting is short lived as he rubs the spot he just hit, his hand slipping towards your pussy. You let out a soft moan as his fingers coast across your wetness. Ony climbs into the driver seat of his truck, you still sitting in his arms. “Ony, this is dangerous.” you whisper but you couldn’t lie and say it didn't excite you. “Spread your legs baby.” Ony commands. “Ony, I can’t…” “Spread your legs so I can see my pretty pussy baby.” Now that gets your attention. Ony isn’t vulgar in any form.

Well, he wasn’t.

This was something new for you both. But he didn't give a damn about anything else other than the pure lust rushing through his veins. “Ony.” You whimper. “Come on mamas. Be a good girl for me, okay?” His deep voice rumbles low in his chest. Your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you lean back slowly in the front of the bench seat of his Chevy. You tilt your hips forward spreading your legs slowly. One leg resting on the top of the seat and the other bent slightly resting against the center console. You spread your legs slowly, heat singing your skin from his gaze. “Keep it just like that babygirl.” he starts the car, engine revving as he skirts off down the road, his non driving hand inching underneath your panties. He plunges two fingers inside you with ease and your body convulses at how full you feel. Ony’s hands are big, matching the rest of his massive frame. “Fuck.” You whine as your hips chase his fingers. “Damn baby, you dripping all over the fucking seat. Look at my pretty pussy just gushing for me.” Ony’s deep voice rings in your ears, dragging chills down your spine. Your confusion clashes with your euphoria because the only thing running through your head is what the fuck happened to the sweet man I’m dating. This was a different person completely. You can tell in the way his eyes devour you, the way his fingers caress your walls, the way his tongue drags across his lips and he smirks down at you. You try to call his name but only a moan falls from your lips as he hits that spot just right with the tip of his middle finger. “Ony please.” You whine, your back arching further from the seat. “You begging now just wait until we get in this room.” He growls plunging his fingers deeper, knuckles slipping past your opening. Your manicured hands grip the fabric of the seat as you feel your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. Eight months, that’s how long it had been. I mean sure you have toys and you and Ony may or may not have sent some photos back and forth but nothing too explicit. So this was overwhelming you in the best of ways.

Eight fucking months and it took a 12 second video to make Ony snap.

He looks over at you sprawled out on the seat, eyes pinched shut as you ride his fingers. Your chest rising and falling. He can feel how close you are by the way your pussy had a death grip on his fingers. He pulls into a parking lot and cuts the engine turning towards you. He leans over, one hand pressing in the seat by your head and his fingers fuck you faster and harder. “Come on mamas. Release for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel.” He encourages in your ear.  “Onya, I’m cumming.” You scream out, pussy squirting all over his hand. “There she is. Ride that shit out for me baby.” He slows his pace but doesn’t move away until he can feel your body start to come down from your high. Your eyes open slowly as he pulls his hand away from you bringing it up to his mouth. The moan he lets out when he tastes your pussy burns itself into your auditory memory and makes your body quiver. “You taste good, angel.” His voice does it again. It shifts in a way you can’t fully explain. “Ony, baby what’s going on? I don’t understand.” You stammer out, still catching your breath. “Come on.” He ignores your question. Your eyes widen. “Ony, are you listening to me.” His eyes narrow. “I’m trying to be patient with you baby. I really am. But if you not out of this car and walking up those steps by the time I finish talking, I will fuck you on the hood of this fucking truck. And I know you don’t want campus police called because your moans are echoing across campus now do you?” He says as he gets out of the car. Your mind registers it quickly and you are rushing out of the truck and following him to his dorm room. 

Ony had the pleasure of being a student athlete so his “dorm” was more apartment than dorm. It’s own living area and private bedroom, it was plenty spacious. And Ony was going to make sure you touched every inch of it the minute you both stepped inside. There was no time for words. Your back was against the door, legs wrapped around his waist. You don’t get to question him because your words get caught in your throat. Ony’s undoing his pants and the only thing you could focus on was how pretty his dick is. Long, thick, and veiny. It was like something out of a porn video. “Ony..’ your sentence is cut short as one quick movement has his dick kissing your cervical wall. The scream you let out, you are sure it reverberates through the halls. 9 long raw inches fuck you into the mahogany door. You can only ride through it, nails digging into his back. “Fuck baby, wait please.” You grovel as he takes everything you can give him and then some. Shock blends with the perfect amount of ecstasy, your body practically melting in his arms. “Ony what the fuck has gotten into you.” The sentence is broken into pieces, scattered between heavy pants and moans of pleasure. It does nothing to deter him, if anything he drives his dick further inside your walls, forcing your back against the wood door. You are at his mercy in every sense of the word. “You doing all that begging and shit now. This what you wanted right?” His voice pulls a visceral reaction from you, back arching into a C. “That’s exactly what the fuck you asked for. You been feigning for this dick anyway so you might as well take it.” His words stir something up deep inside you as he quite literally stirs your insides. Ony revels in the way your melodic cries fill his ears. Nights he dreamed about finally coming to life. Your pussy squeezing every inch of his dick and it drives him crazy. 

“Ony baby please. I can’t…” you whine. “What I tell you about quitting? We don’t quit do we mamas?” he encourages through strained grunts. Tip pressing deeper until it grazes your cervical wall. “You my superstar ain’t you baby. You not gone quit on daddy, right?” Ony pushes you past your breaking point. You can’t do anything but nod frantically. “Nah, I want to hear you baby. Say you’re my superstar.” Only presses his hips into yours, holding his dick deep inside of you. You tremor, “I’m your superstar.” you whine, tears welling up in your eyes from the pressure. You carve deep crescents in his back but he doesn’t give a fuck. Instead, he tilts your hips just slightly angling his dick to where it hits your g spot. Ony slows his pace and deepens his strokes. Was it wrong for him to enjoy seeing you broken and fucked out underneath him? Maybe but that wouldn't stop the way he fucked you. “

“Fuck, you take daddy’s dick so well. My perfect fucking princess. I'm so proud of you.” He praises as he work you to another orgasm. Your legs tremble as your muscles contract around his dick. The way he slips into you seems effortless, like he is perfectly crafted to fit you. He adjusts his hip height and slowly rolls his pelvis forward, finding that gummy spot deep inside her. “Ony,” you whine “Yeah, I know baby I know. Just give me this last one, ok?” He asks you. All you can do is nod as you feel yourself flood him. “There she is. I love that shit baby.” he says as you feel your eyes fluttering closed. “You can tell your friends thank you for posting that little video.” is all you hear before you fade out of consciousness.

The next morning you stretch out, your body sore as hell. You could hear the shower running as you roll over. You reach out to grab your phone and check your notifications. Your IG was blowing up. Apparently Ony’s stunt in the club went viral. Clips of you being tossed over his shoulder were all over your feed. You tap the photo on your own story to add an update when the video from last night pops up. Your eyes squint, “I know I didn't post this…” But there it was. The video of you showing out last night and in the corner, his tag. You mind puts two and two together and your eyes widen. “These bitches set me up.” You whisper aloud.

[charmmyvixen]

In honor of Tokyo revengers coming back, I shall write for them again, especially Bonten 🫠

[todosdream]

neighbor!ony lived in the neighborhood for years before you moved in. it’s always been so peaceful, mainly older people living on the street, and he’s never even considered moving.

neighbor!ony has a routine. he waves at mrs. birch before work because she spends mornings on the porch. he nods at mr. thomas who usually waters his lawn. he pets the neighborhood cat when he gets home in the evening. it’s predictable.

until the day he sees you unloading your uhaul.

you’re directly across the street and neighbor!ony smells trouble. you and your tight yoga pants, bent over as you reach for a box in your trunk. he’s caught staring— just his luck— and the shy wave you give feels like he just signed the dotted line.

of course neighbor!ony offers to help, introduces himself as well. he pretends not to notice how your eyes linger on his muscles or the way your lashes flutter when you ask him about himself.

neighbor!ony’s never felt so dirty. you like to leave your window open sometimes, and he can’t fight the stare. he notices you like to dance when you cook. and you have a cat— two of them. one black and one gray. you do yoga in the mornings and at night, and you have the cutest bonnet you like to wear.

it’s like watching his own show. he pays attention so much that he notices when you miss work for a day. then two. he debates checking in on you, but his worries get the best of him.

neighbor!ony almost feels pained when he sees you, obviously sick. your eyes are droopy and you don’t seem to have any energy. your nose is stopped up and you can barely make it through the conversation. you tell him to leave so he doesn’t get sick. he leaves a gift basket on your porch later that day.

neighbor!ony almost flips his shit when he sees a truck in your driveway. it’s big and ugly and he can only imagine the lesser man that drives it. it’s there one day, then again, and again, and ony puts it together that you have yourself a boyfriend. he doesn’t like it.

one night, his dog barks at muffled noises outside. neighbor!ony commands him to shush and decides to check it out, only to see the driver himself yelling at you. one argument has the predictably overcompensating man hightailing it away.

neighbor!ony hates the tears streaming down your face. you’re too beautiful for that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, too pretty to be so hurt. so he figures he can make you feel better.

that’s how you find yourself on all fours, in your own living room, on your own yoga mat. ony’s got one hand holding your arms behind your back as he fucks into you, the other holding you open to watch himself disappear into your pussy.

there’s a fresh bouquet of flowers on your coffee table, courtesy of him of course. your house smells of the candle he brought you. you aren’t sure how he knows your favorite brand, but you can’t think too much about it when a particular thrust makes your toes curl.

“fuck, ony,” you groan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “fuckin’ me so good, so deep. don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“oh, I’m way too deep to stop now,” he rasps. he wets his lips with his tongue, unable to pull his gaze away from the wetness dripping down his length. he’s gliding into you so easily, filthy sounds filling the room and mixing with the music traveling from your speaker.

his hand smacks your ass and he drinks up how you arch your body in response. the clench around him, the moan that falls from your lips— it’s addicting to him. to think he’s so close to the woman he thinks about every day…

“don’t be scared ‘a me, princess,” he groans. he can’t get enough of you, he wants all of you. “fuck me back. c’mon, fuck me, baby. you wanna forget about ole dude right?”

you whine as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his chest as his hips thrust right into that perfect little spot deep in your guts. “who?” you ask, almost breathless from the overwhelming pleasure wrecking your body.

“right,” ony laughs. it’s a mischievous sound, something you’ve never heard from him. it’s filled with so much pride. “exactly. that’s what the fuck I’m tryna hear.”

a squeak falls from your lips as he ruts into you harder, his hand falling to circle your clit. your response is delicious, a loud keen falling from your lips as your first orgasm of the night crashes over you.

your legs tremble softly and your head lolls back as you start to squirt. you feel lips on your cheek and neck and shoulder before ony’s lifting you and tossing you on the couch.

“good, but not enough. I need to fuck you till you can’t forget what I feel like,” he huffs. he crawls between your legs and lets the weight of his dick rest on your stomach.

“hold your legs open for me, baby. take your medicine.”

you can only hope none of your innocent neighbors can hear you or see into the open window you’re right in front of.

[bananafieldnotes]

baby love

★ abstract: bo chow’s engaged to the wonderful grace. but seeing you waltz into his shop after so much time apart may change his answer at the altar

content disclosure: smut, black!reader, allusions to segregation, dirty talk, unintentional grace slander, oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, spit, canon deviation

author's note: the poll was extremely in favor of a bo chow x reader, and i was feeling inspired to write a little something lusty with a pinch of angst. deviates from canon of course, and the timeline is flexible. hope y'all enjoy! i wrote this quickly and skimmed through to proofread so apologies if i missed anything

Butter. A whole 'nother trip to the store because you didn’t buy enough butter. The cornbread would be nothing without it, and you had no business hosting Sunday dinner without it. And that’s why you pushed through the frustration of stepping back out into the sweltering heat once more, huffing only to yourself so people wouldn’t go around whispering about how grouchy you were. Word ‘round Clarksdale got around like wildfire, and reputations were hard to reconstruct. It’s how the twins kept their status on coldhearted gangsters, and why you kept your lips pursed.

Normally, if you weren’t in a time crunch, you go back to Jiffy’s Grocer on the further side of town. The prices were decent and they treat you like family down there. But it was a hike from your current neck of the woods, and you were racing the clock against the roast chicken you kept in the oven on your dash out the door. Just this once, you’d have to go to Bo’s store.

The people of Clarksdale loved his stores. Business was always booming, and his fiancée knew exactly how to work the whites only storefront. Oftentimes, they’re regarded as the perfect match— and that was exactly why you avoided them at all costs.

It all felt like a million years ago, but it was only eight short years ago when you were calling Bo yours. Every Wednesday for months, you’d swish into his shop, the Black side, ready with money in hand for his priciest vanilla and another sack of flour. He knew you and your grandmother were the ones behind the underground cookie business Mary was running. She got 10% of the profits just for being the face, so that white customers wouldn’t have to contend with the fact that their sweet tooth was being fed by Black women. It was lucrative enough for you not to care.

You were smart with your money, and Bo was too loyal to say anything to anyone. He admired your wit, your drive, your passion. It didn’t take him long to work up the courage to ask you out on a proper date, one with drinking and blues music and half the town watching his hand sneakily graze your derrière. It didn’t matter how different the two of you were under the scorching lights of Mezzanine’s— he was your Bo.

But you should’ve known it wouldn’t have lasted. Bo was too public facing to have a Black wife, and both of you knew it. His white customers would never buy from a Black worker, and he didn’t even like the idea of leaving you to brave the shop on your own. Things were changing in Clarksdale by the day, and he wasn’t gonna gamble on your life.

Choosing the store over you was the end of the whirlwind romance, and the beginning of the whispers from fellow patrons. It no longer served you to shop there, to be reminded of him and his annoyingly handsome face all of the time. And when your grandmother passed, you didn’t dare read the note he sent with the egregiously large bouquet he sent to the house. All curiosity died the second you saw him toting Grace around town, taking her to all the places he took you first. Clarksdale was small, and your only guaranteed respite during the early stages of their relationship was during your grocery shopping.

Crossing your fingers, your gloved hands gently pushed open the front door. It had been years since you last saw him, and today didn’t have to be any different if you were quick enough. You winced at the sharp ding! that alerted your entry. So much for slipping in unannounced. The store was crowded, customers whizzing through pockets of space around others and all the while concealing themselves; your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

There was a fridge of butter right near the checkout counter, and the line was short enough for you to get out sooner than you could’ve hoped. You grabbed a few extra sticks just to avoid the possibility of repeating history, and you kept your face hidden behind the rim of your hat.

“Here, I’ll take over. Next!”

It was unmistakable, that drawl of his. Goosebumps rippled across your skin as you lifted your chin to see him staring back at you expectantly. He was already searching your every feature when you locked eyes, recognition washing over him in a glacial wave of disbelief. His mouth was left ajar as you placed all the butter in front of him, heat rising to your cheeks. “You’ll catch flies that way, Bo.”

He stuttered, glancing around the room to see if anyone was watching the two of you. “Where did you go?” His voice was just above a whisper, the instability evident is his quiver. Eight years apart and that was the first question out of his mouth.

“You think I wanted to stick around and watch you two live happily ever after? I made changes.”

You were never this stoic with him. Bo was used to the you who couldn’t stand to be apart from him, who couldn’t help but giggle if he looked at you too long. He was used to you using any and every excuse to kiss him, touch him, lick him. Nothing about your cold distance was normal.

Except it was normal. The new normal. He has a new woman in his life to crave him, to love him, to intertwine with him. It couldn’t be you anymore because he’d made sure of that.

“Can we talk?”

You stuck out the exact change for your items, refusing to look him in the eyes again. His eyes were too powerful, their emotion too potent. You weren’t here for him, you remind yourself. Butter. Just butter. “I’d like a small bag if you have one.”

“___. Will you forget about the damn butter?”

You huffed loudly, dropping the money on the counter to grab the butter and make a dash for it. He couldn’t force you to talk to him, and you still had a chicken to baste. “Goodbye.”

Bo knew better than to yell after you. Grace would hear all about his improper power struggle of a woman she knew nothing about. He’d buried his past with you so he’d never have to revisit it; out of sight, out of mind. If only love were truly that easy to manage.

It was nothing but the grace of your ancestors that the chicken hadn’t dried out in the time it took you to get back to your secluded home. You still had about an hour left to prepare for your guests, and it seemed futile against the constant reminder of Bo. These dinners were something the two of you started together as a way of making extra effort to connect with your friends and loved ones. You loved hosting and you loved the glimpse of your future that it brought you. A lifetime of Bo Chow distracting you with kisses and sly touches, helping you clean up since he was a sous chef at best.

The scars on your memories ran deep, but you had mastered the art of pretending they hadn’t. Your friends were careful not to mention his existence which you were eternally grateful for. You healed, you grew new roots. New traditions. A new life, a beautiful one, without. You couldn’t help the Bo shaped storm cloud that lingered every now and then, but you could be ready with shelter.

Gumbo, cornbread, chicken and greens. A freshly baked pecan pie bubbling in the oven. The timer went off just as the first of your friends knocked at the door. You were expecting Sylvie since she was always the first to arrive, but the door opened to reveal no such thing. In front of Sylvie, Annie, Smoke, Simone, Albie, and Michael was none other than Bo Chow. Holding flowers, no less.

“I-I forgot about Sunday dinners.”

Your friends cleared their throats, making their way around him and into your home as he stood at the doorstep gawking at you. “What are you doin’ here, Bo? Don’t you got a store to run?” The hesitation in his response led you to believe Grace was running the store in his place, which only served to make the present moment feel that much more ridiculous. “Say something, don’t just stand there.”

“I shoulda never ended things with us, ___,” he pushed the flowers on you, stepping closer to you underneath the door frame. “Look, I know how this sounds. I know I look like a piece a’ shit comin’ to you like this, but I can’t make the same mistake twice. I still love you, dammit.”

The flowers were the last thing on your mind as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead, sweeping you in his embrace like you were still his. Your friends were surely listening from just around the corner but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was holding you again, confessing that he still loves you. Eight years vanished in an instant, all with the soothing sincerity of his voice and the soft juxtaposition of his calloused hands on your body. One dinner wouldn’t hurt.

“I tell ya, I ain’t neva seen nothin’ like it!”

The table erupted in laughter at Bo’s anecdote, silverware chiming against the plates in the background of his story. All was forgiven amidst the chuckles and tears of fellowship, at least it seemed that way. No one took notice of the way Bo was squeezing your hand under the table, or the way he’d whisper a compliment of innuendo in your ear when it was someone else’s turn to speak.

“I like this dress on you,” his breath against your ear made you shudder, eyes threatening to close from the intimacy. “You already know that, though. Bet you remember that night like it was yesterday.”

Time stood still at the memory. The twins invited anyone with a pulse to come celebrate their birthday, and Bo had just bought you a new dress. An elegant sea of lilac satin, squaring your neck and plunging ever so slightly in the back. It cascaded your curves perfectly, framing your physique in a way that made his mouth water every time you moved in it. You’d spent half the night glued to Bo, material of the dress bunched around your hips as he fucked into you frenziedly. Only Stack suspected where you disappeared off to when he plucked a twig from your slightly disheveled hair. You winced at the memory of being so young together.

You felt your nipples harden through the thin material of said dress, the flashbacks of your slippery thighs quivering around his waist too much to bear. It was like you were there again, even just for a fragment of space and time, returning back to the way he ravished you. His lips peppering kisses along the column of your throat, one hand massaging your breast underneath your gown. If anyone saw the two of you it would be the talk of the town, the kind of scandal that was life ruining. But it only fueled the fire between you, thriving on the nerves of someone wandering across you.

It was electric, and it was off limits to think about now. That Bo only lives in the corners of your mind now that Grace has a ring on her finger, and a quick declaration before Sunday night's feast couldn’t change that. It was all talk so far, and it had to stay that way until you saw the walk.

The flush left your face as you sipped on iced tea, pulling the hair away from your neck. Bo could tell you weren’t as unaffected as you feigned, smirking to himself as he took another bite of gumbo. The way you shifted in your seat told tale enough of how the memories had stuck with you, too. Annie chimed in to talk now, looking to Smoke to confirm the details as she drew out her own event.

Bo’s hand rested atop your thigh, discreet and comfortable as he continued talking to your friends. His thumb rubbed against this softer skin of your innermost part, inching dangerously close to the apex but remaining just shy of it. The right thing to do would’ve been to remove it, but you just couldn’t. Your heart hadn’t raced this way since you were last together, tracing every inch of his skin in effort to memorize him.

He slipped into helping you clean up, washing up while you stored away leftovers. Your friends were long gone by the time you finished, and you could feel your heart thrum at the realization that you were fully alone with him. In your house. Hidden under the cover of night, under the protection of magnolia that shielded you from outside judgment.

Bo, who had spent the better part of the night pushing your boundaries, stood across the kitchen towel in hand. The moonlight cast a halo over his bronze toned skin, the Mississippi sun baking him after long days moving shipment. Sun-kissed and lovestruck, he looked up at you.

“I thought my life had to look a certain way, that’s why my parents came to this country. But I don’t want any of that with just anyone, baby love. I’ve been wired to tick all the boxes, and I’ve been racing toward a finish line I don’t even wanna cross no more. Not without you,” he closed the distance between you, careful not to move too suddenly. “This could be our shot. We deserve a second chance.”

It was exactly what you wished he said years ago instead of completely restructuring his life around her. “What about your life with Grace?”

“I told her we were done the moment you left the store,” he tossed the towel over your shoulder to the sink, pulling your hips square against his. “I’d rather be single than with anyone but you.”

His lips ventured forward at a snail pace, eyes darting between yours and your eyes as he waited for you to protest. To push at his chest or turn away. Instead, your breath was baited, anticipating the taste of his mouth on yours again. The exploratory smack of his lips sucking at your bottom one, tugging at it before swooping in for a real kiss. He inhaled sharply as you melted into him, hands cupping his head as you arched against him.

The thin barrier of your dress did nothing to dull the feeling of his chiseled chest against your pert nipples. Something about the warmth of his body on yours clouded your brain with nothing but unholy thoughts, panties dampening as Bo hoisted you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. His tongue swirled around yours as he unbuttoned his shirt, buff arms freeing themselves from the now suffocating article of clothing.

Shirtless under the soft glow of your kitchen lights was a sight for sore eyes. His hair was pushed back, slick with a mixture of product and sweat that made it glisten. “Let me make love to you, baby.”

Bo’s lips abandoned his wet suckling of your lips and trailed down your neck, between the valley of your breast and down your delicate stomach that flipped at the contact. His head disappeared underneath your dress, fingers hooking into your underwear to slide them down your legs. You didn’t know how you ended up sprawled across your kitchen with Bo Chow lapping his tongue at your dripping folds on a balmy summer night. How you went from forcing yourself not to think about him to now, with his head bobbing up and down as his tongue plunging as far inside you as he could reach.

He still knew your body better than anyone who tried to fill his shoes after your heartbreak— and he still derived pleasure from fulfilling you. His whiny groans into your pussy sent vibrations that rocked your nerves as you pulled him flush into the crux of your legs, basking in every lap of his tongue. “Bo” was all you could manage to cry out, gasping as he pried your legs apart to shake his head back and forth as he ate you.

Orgasm was imminent and he knew it in the way your hips rolled, impatient squirms turning into desperate twitching that only climax could subdue. He pulled away with arousal coating his nose and chin, not bothering to wipe as he kissed you just as messily as he was eating you out. You welcomed the kiss, palming him through his trousers as he leaned over your spent frame.

He unburdened himself of those very pants as your fingers thread through his hair, completely taken with the taste of yourself on his mouth. His cock grazed between your lips to gather your wetness before sinking into you, moaning against the side of your jaw. So wet, so warm, so tight. The slick heat of your pussy in the reunion he feared he’d never get.

With all the buildup from Bo’s ravenous slurping, the pressure of him brushing your g-spot tipped you right over the edge, climax pulling you under the current of waves of Bo’s making. The cabinet beneath you shook as he fucked you through the aftershocks, using the creaminess of your orgasm as extra lubricant. He dribbled an extra splatter of spit on your clit just to be safe before stealing forward again, hips rolling in time with his thumb’s circles against your pearl.

Bo was on a mission to make you see the stars, his own high nowhere at the forefront of his mind. “You gon’ cum for me again, honey?”

There were tears spilling out the corners of your eyes as you clawed at his back. “Bo, please, give it to me.” The wet slaps of his skin with each thrust rang throughout the kitchen, enveloping your ears in a vulgar symphony of depravity. He knew better than to switch up anything he was doing, knowing you’d fall apart as long as he kept doing exactly what he was.

And fall apart you did with one last kiss to your sweet spot, muscles tensing up just to go lifeless in the same breath. Bo kept you from falling over the edge of the countertop as your body convulsed with the current of ecstasy running through it. The wind was effectively blown from your lungs in the midst of your rapture, and you gasped for air as you finally cut through the hazy mist of bliss.

“Fuck, ___, I-I’m—” The intensity of Bo’s climax interrupted his own words, heat rippling from his head to his toes as he came in heavy spurts. Rivulets slipped out of you as his cum filled you up more than you could take, adding to the glossy mess that was already there.

He kept his eyes trained on your puffy pussy lips, watching the cum leak out of you as he pulled his pants back on. “D-Don’t…”

Your breath was shaky, heart pounding in your ears from everything he’d put your body through— and what the look on his face told you he was going to do. “Oh, c’mon, baby love. I just miss you ’s all. Lemme give you a couple more.”

And then his mouth was back to sucking at your clit, shamelessly swallowing the salty taste he’d left behind to pull another high-pitched scream from your throat.

Bo Chow was nowhere near done with you.

[k1tk4ttt]

Me trying to choose one of my fictional crushes for my fake scenarios before falling asleep

[charmmyvixen]

· · · ℜ · · · Cabin Adventures in the Woods · · · ℜ · · ·

ᰔᩚ ━━ Gist: Toji invites you to the Woods with a special guest, sounds like fun for you but for your partner? Not so much!

ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: Smut, considered dark content, Oral( f and m), reader is plus size/chubby here, Toji and Shiu are side pieces, infidelity, cheater!reader, v shape pussy eating, Rough sex, dom!Shiu and switch! Toji( why not have your two potential bfs kiss), consensual threesome, cervix kissing, degradation kink, sensitive!reader but not babied, Dacryphilia, Pet names, Mean! Toji and Shiu, impact play( choking, spitting, pussy slaps, and etc.), breathe play, praise kink, deep throating, squirting, age gap( you’re in your 20 they’re in their late 30s and early 40s), creampies, breeding kink, doggy style, rose toy being used, Shiu’s brother is a OC I came up with for the plot, Toji’s been plotting on you, so has Shiu, slight aftercare, I may be forgetting things here so lemme know if I did.

ᰔᩚ ━━ Word Count: 4.7k

ᰔᩚ ━━ Dolly Note From Charmmyvixen:Hi my moon-pies!!! Happy New Years Eve. I wanted to do this little Drabble because I was beginning to be a little rusty on my fanfics tbh, it probably will show with this one but I plan on being a bit active next year so until the next, enjoy this one!!

New years, the time of love, cheers, and celebrations. Usually people spend their time confessing love to one another or just simply enjoying the moment before a new year comes forth into their lives. You, however, were the total opposite. You spent your time getting stuffed on New Year’s Eve by men you never thought you’d be with because of your own views of men like them. Scumbags on the low type. The ones you hated but with them, it’s different. Different in a way that’s concerning to those who know how you feel about men like them.

“ Toji pleaseee. Please fuck me.”, You begged him like a cat in heat and Toji loved every second of it. His smirk in the candle-lit room in this cabin was bold like a shiny light bulb.

He has wanted you since the day he saw you in a beautiful outfit that fit your body type just right. You were in a casino next to the man he considered a business partner and a friend's brother. He knew the man had you on lock yet he still wanted a taste of you. He knew Shiu’s brother was possessive of you from the grip he had on your thigh as you sat on his right leg. Shiu’s brother spoke about you like you were his pride and joy and treated you like it as well so why were you now miles away from Sho, Shiu’s brother, in a cabin alone with his friend/business partner. Such a naughty vixen you are. He almost wanted to laugh from how hard he had to work for the moment he’s in now. You were a tough cookie to crack, that's for sure.

“ You’re so needy right now. Did he not do his job correctly or are you just a natural whore in heat?”, Toji venomously said as he leaned over you with a smirk on his face. You tilt your head to the side in curiosity of why he’s so harsh to you yet your thoughts in the back of your mind liked him being vulgar with you. He saw how your eyes were beginning to water and he was about to ravish you because of how sensitive you are. Sho used to talk about how sensitive his “honey” is and that egged Toji on even further. You were the chase and prize of a person he wanted, and honestly he was glad, Sho didn’t know he was here with you right now. He knows one brother had a deep crush on you to the sign of love and one had you in his clutches willingly to die for you. You, The lovely (reader).

“ He does his job correctly it’s just”, the pause echoed off the walls and Toji wasn’t sure how it was possible but he heard it as if a pause had a sound. “ He's too busy and a bit boring when it comes to sex positions. But enough about him.”, you say as you look up at Toji as your elbows hold you up.

Toji shook his head side to side, “ Nuh uh, we’re not done until I say we’re done.” He looked at your round-cheek face and smiled to himself, “ No wonder Shiu was crushing on you as well. You’re a total masterpiece huh, pretty girl?”

If a blush could be seen on your soft and buttered skin, he would’ve teased you even more. You didn’t know if it’s possible but every word he said went straight to your pussy. It's not like you don’t get compliments, it's just with his voice paired with the compliments just take you there. Plus, you didn’t know that Shiu felt that way. Probably the reason why Sho doesn’t leave you around Shiu for too long. Something you noticed a while back when you two were alone in Sho’s dining room while he went to go get something for his brother. The day of your awakening of Shiu Kong.

“ Why thank you, but Toji”, you sat up more and everytime you moved your body vibrated with movement making your tits and stomach move with you— Toji was genuinely fascinated to watch eagerly as you do, “ whe-”

Toji’s phone rang and he walked backwards still keeping his eyes on you as he picked up his phone and answered, you tried to hear the voice but couldn’t hear correctly, “ yeah…. She’s here… what do you mean you’re at the door?… nuh uh you’re trying to fuck this up for me… how did you even fin-”. Toji threw his phone back on the dresser and sighed, “ he’s coming in, are you okay with that?”

You sat up fully with a worried expression on your face, “ Wait who? Please don’t say Sho found us. Please I can’t get cau-”

“ Relax, it’s Shiu not Sho, now again, are you comfortable with him coming in?”, Toji announces lifting up your chin with two thick fingers of his feeling the plushiness of your chin developing what some would call a double-chin. He thought it was honestly the cutest and sexiest thing ever to feel as of right now. He really was and is about to show you why he appreciates you from head to toe. In a way Sho could never do for you.

Your eyes grew shiny and wide with that confirmation as you slowly nodded your head. Toji clicked his tongue, “ Baby, I need words from you”, his voice dropped several degrees lower, “ say it for me.”

“ Yes he could come in, now go get the man out the cold Toji, I’m sure he’s freezing right now.”, You say with a slight hint of worry in your voice.

Toji laughed and turned around to grab a pink rose toy that you brought with you to the cabin. “ As I butter him up, I want you to play with this for the time being, need you shaking for me, understood?” Toji grabbed your hand and placed the toy on it, “ Here.” You were about to whine because you didn’t want to cum too easily and you knew you were going to do that with that rose toy, but as you opened your mouth, he stopped walking out the door to look over his shoulder at you, “ Don’t cum.” Two words you didn’t want to hear at the moment yet had to be taken with a grain of salt because from the look of his eyes he wasn’t playing.

You heard his heavy boots climbing down the small staircase whilst clicking the button on to watch as it vibrated amongst your hand before moving your finger to the second level. You were a bit nervous doing this since this is your first official time using this toy. You spread your legs trying to drown out the vibration noises to focus on what they were now doing. You heard mumbling and a loud rich laugh coming from Shiu as Toji spoke with him. As soon as you heard that laugh, you bit your lips as your hand moved the rose toy closer to your pink lace panties you had decided to bring for this “get away”. Once you placed the toy on your wet, fat pussy on the outer part of your panties, you felt like you astral projected into another realm for a minute.

“ Mmm fuc-uhh. I didn’t know this shit was ummph.”, You moaned to nobody in particular as the rose sent waves of pleasure to your clit. Opening your legs wider and leaning back with one hand behind you and your head tilted back, anybody that walked in could tell you were enjoying yourself.

You had enough and pushed your panties to the side of one of your glistening and slightly hairy, pussy lips for the rose toy to be rightfully placed on your puffy, twitching clit. From the way your lip was clenched between your teeth was the main lead away that you were about to cum; can’t even forget the way your chest rose and body shuddered. Shiu leaned on the doorway with his eyes going lower and intense as he watched you while Toji carefully and skillfully walked closer to snatch the toy from your hand.

“ Tsk tsk tsk, what the hell did I tell you?”, The snatch of your cheeks causing your lips to pucker was the giveaway that he was a little upset at you disobeying him. He was jealous that the toy got close to making you cum. He was supposed to do that, not a damn toy.

You whined as he yanked you closer to his face. You could practically see the silver glint in his green eyes., “ I’m sowrry I juss needed to c-”

“ What did he say? I’m sure it was along the lines of don’t cum right? And what were you about to do, Princess?”, Shiu says walking on the side of Toji while loosening up his tie.

Toji let go of your cheeks to allow you to properly plead your case, “ I knew I was about to cum and couldn’t stop, it’s just so good, T. You understand right?” Toji looked at Shiu and Shiu looked at Toji before looking back at you and your pretty eyes. Your eye color was in no way unique but my God to them, they were the prettiest they ever saw when they looked down at you.

You almost wanted to moan at the cool air kissing your pussy as you held a staring contest with each of them— turning your head back and forth between the two. Toji was the first to speak, “ I do understand and now you won’t be able to cum until the countdown, it’s about 11:20 as of now”, he turned to Shiu, “ think she could hold it for that long?”

“ I would’ve said to 12:00, they start the countdown a couple of seconds before 12, so what’s another couple of seconds added on to that punishment, am I right?”, he placed a hand on the side of your face loving how the moon made out with your luscious skin in this dark candle-lit room, “ You could last for us right, Princess? I’ve heard how my brother doesn’t care about you cumming from your own mouth while on the phone with another person so pretend we’re him at this moment.

Your eyes widened when he said that as Toji snickered with a gruff laugh, “ You know about th-”

“ Enough, I want you now. Wanna mark you up to let him know how to fuck and treat a woman.”, Toji ended his sentence with a heated and warm kiss to your now dry-glossed lips. As you were making out with Toji, you heard Shiu’s belt buckle and a zipper. Your saliva was mixing up with Toji’s perfectly while your hands moved in his hair. His hair was soft and shiny. Surprisingly, he was starting to melt from your fingers in his hair and tongue twisting with his.

“ Mmm such a perfect girl you are for us.”, Toji kissed over your face and down to your chest as he said this. You, on the other hand, couldn’t break eye contact with Shiu as he held out two of his thick fingers to your mouth.

Toji kept chanting the words pretty and perfect as he made his way down to your stomach. He traced the stretch marks on your belly with his tongue tickling you, ultimately causing your hands to try to push them away. Shiu didn’t like that you broke eye contact with him so he grabbed your chin to tilt your head with a command, “ Open up.” You willingly opened up your mouth and he slid his thick and long fingers inside. Toji was on his way to your wet and slightly slimy pussy covered in your own juices. He licked his lips and reached one arm up for his hand to roll and tweak with your puffy nipples.

“ Fuuuck”, he placed a small kiss on your fat lips, “she’s a beauty and she smells good.”, Toji was in love with the way your pussy was warming his lips up from how wet and horny she was. His tongue parted your pussy lips from how thick it was and he was in heaven once his tongue marinated the taste of your clit on it.

“ Mmm, t-Toji pleashmhmm.”, you tried to speak around Shiu’s fingers and he pushed them deeper.

Shiu scoffed , “ you should be focused on me and me only. You’re acting very slutty, who would’ve known my own brother could score in life with you as his girlfriend. Want’ you cummin’ around my cock as I make you forget about that little shit I call a brother.” He loved the feeling of your saliva dripping down his fingers and onto your bra covered tits. The site could be straight out of porno. He also loved the way your throat was convulsing around his fingers as he pushed them even further hearing your small gags, “ fuck I’m gonna enjoy you.”

You moaned and coughed around his fingers as you took in his words and tongue, now eating you out as if his life depended on it. His tongue flicked against your clit with precision and speed you couldn’t even fathom. “ mmm nghhh.”, you tried to reach down to push him away from sucking and flicking your clit like a mad man but Shiu went even deeper, so you tried to close your thighs around Toji’s head. The slurping sounds almost came to a cease yet it couldn’t because his large hands were holding them apart as he devoured your dripping pussy.

You squirmed at the feeling of his hands forcing you down in the best way, his thick, medium size tongue circled around your clit and he finally enclosed his mouth over the small pearl and sucked carefully. The sucking sound was getting to you. You were becoming overwhelmed from how Shiu’s fingers moved in and out of your mouth to Toji’s tongue and mouth swirling and sucking on your pussy. He even sucked on your vulva lips, almost like he enjoyed eating pussy.

“ Fuck man, you’re trying to make her cum on purpose like the dirty dog you are, aren’t you?”, Shiu says as he smirks down at Toji eating and sucking your pussy. Toji detaches from your pussy with a string of saliva disconnecting from his lips and your pussy. He chuckled as his face glistened with your wetness, “ You know me well, why not take me out to eat already?”

Shiu snickers, “ we’re already eating out, move over so I could enjoy the dinner as well.” Shiu took his fingers out your mouth watching as your saliva traced and dropped down your chest so nastily. His hands were wet as he brought them to his mouth sucking on them tasting your saliva without a care in the world. He smiled at you before dropping down next to Toji. He licked around Toji’s mouth before kissing him. You watched in shock as they made out so passionately. They were both enjoying the taste of your saliva and pussy juice.

When they disconnected from each other, they looked up at your face. Your facial expression was a mix between amusement and confusion, so they chuckled at your facial expression. They then looked between your legs at your pussy quivering, they knew you were turned on even more if that was even possible at this point. You smiled down at them with your legs still spread wide, “ that was so hot, knew you two had something going on from the way he who shall not be named describe your relationship when I asked.”

“ We don’t have anything going on sweetheart, we just like to fuck with each other every now and then. We discovered that we loved the same person and decided to play with each other in absence of her.”, Toji ended it with a large flick on your pussy. His tongue laid flat on your pussy as he moved it slowly— licking vertically.

Shiu hummed before yanking Toji’s hair back, he spat on your pussy and they both started to devour you as both tongues moved at different paces making you forget that they said they loved the same person. One moved rapidly and vertically against your pussy as opposed to the circular, smooth slow motion. You were beginning to become overstimulated from the pleasure you were getting from both of them. Your body slowly laid on the bed, taking in the feeling they were giving you with their mouths over your pussy.

Toji and Shiu each grabbed one leg and lifted them so your legs were in a v shape making your pussy puff up even more, ultimately giving them more access to your fat, sloppily wet pussy. You felt so weird because of this position but on top of the world as well. “ shittt pleasee im gonna cum before the time, please. Please.” Your desperate moans and pleas were deaf to both of their ears. What makes matters worse, it’s like they both were now sucking and licking at the same speed.

Their mmm and groans were going straight to your pussy and you wanted to cry because you were getting closer to the edge and they knew because one of their tongues moves inside of your hole now. Their tongue was thick but a bit longe than the other one, so you know that had to be Shiu fucking your hole open with his tongue.

“ Oooh my goddd, m-m, I’m gonn- nuhhhh~”, you moaned as you squirmed and tried to bring your legs down because they started to shake and tingle. Your toes curled as you orgasmed and it’s the best feeling you ever had. You didn’t care that your chin was on your chest or that your stomach was moving aggressively as you shook underneath their mouths. Toji and Shiu were caught off guard when gusts of water hit their faces. Toji felt like he was in the shower so this was nothing to him meanwhile Shiu was surprised as he admired the way your pussy squirted on them.

“ Shit baby doll, should’ve gotten that on camera.”, Shiu says as he bent forward again with his tongue knocking into Toji’s as they both did two final flicks on your clit.

Your body shuddered as they carefully brought your legs down to give you air to finally breathe and digest what they put you through. You felt a smack against your pussy and yelped at the impact, “ what the fu-”

They both spoke at the same time scaring you a bit, like a horny scare.

“ Finish that sentence I dare you.”

“ Didn’t we say not to cum before the countdown , huh?”

Toji got on the bed and leaned over you taking your lips in his mouth biting them, “ You’re so fucked, you know that right?”

Shiu came on the side of the bed placing one knee into the bed as he leaned over you as well, “ She knows. Such a naughty girl to not listen, what should we do with you not listening to us?”

You looked at them so tiredly before smiling with your eyes closed, “ it’s both of your faults, not mine.” That one remark made them have you on all fours with Toji plunging into you from behind as both feet were planted on either side of your legs— your ass hit his naked pelvis like an earthquake and you loved how hard and good it felt against you. Shiu was fucking your mouth, dragging his cock in and out so harshly making you take all of him.

“ Come on, you were just talking shit, now look at you with a mouth full of my dick just how I like it when it comes to brats like you”, Shiu knew he was hitting the back of your throat hell he probably was down in your throat especially with the way you gagged and spurted spit bubbles around his cock, “ Shit a fucking vixen with a mouth full of my damn cock, mmmmahhh~”

Toji wanted to see how far he was so he reached to your neck and gripped it just right as he continued to fuck into your pussy from behind, “ Holy shit, she’s the fucking best. Fuck, ( reader), baby- mmmm your pussy is so tight around me. Fits like a fucking latex glove.”

Their voices was distorted in your ears because your mind was so fucked out, you couldn’t think,see, hear— only feel everything happening to your body as tears dripped down your face from how good you were feeling. Your moans and groans were muffled and the vibration of your moans were going straight to Shiu’s spit filled cock sliding in and out of your mouth. The sounds of dick sucking and pussy pounding were heard throughout the room and you were loving it. The moans and groans sounds was a plus.

“ Shit babydoll, I’m gonna cum deep inside of this mouth of yours, you’re gonna swallow it right, but you still can’t cum.” Shiu checked his watch still moving his hips against your mouth, scratching your skin with his pants zipper a little bit but you didn’t mind because your mind was cloudy, “ Mmmhhhgh, it’s only 11:45, Princess.”

You blinked at him and moved your head up and down his dick hollowing your cheeks to add on to his pleasure. You wanted his cum inside of your mouth, he tasted good as of now, so you were feigning for his cum in your mouth. Toji gripped your neck as his long, thick dick pounded into you kissing your cervix making you wince and whine around Shiu’s cock. Toji loved your pussy opening and closing around his dick before he felt you tighten around him when he slapped your ass with his free hand.

He leaned down to your ear, biting it as he groaned and moaned your name into your ear, “ don’t you dare cum around my dick right now, {reader}.” Toji looked at the clock before hearing your phone ring, he leaned back down to whisper, “ Hold off for 12 more minutes.”

Toji stopped for a bit to reach for your phone as he heard the choking sounds of Shiu fucking your mouth more faster not caring about your hands tapping his thighs a bit, he knew Shiu knew about breathe play kink from his brother’s big ass mouth. Speaking of the devil, Sho was calling your phone so Toji answered and put it on speaker.

“ Hey baby, just called to check in on you since you haven’t called since you’ve been with your girlfrie-”, you heard your boyfriend pause before raising his voice a little, “ why the hell do I hear grunts and clapping.”

Shiu’s head rolled back and he came in your mouth snapping his hips into your face not caring about his brother now yelling into the phone after hearing his loud grunts and moans, “ fuckkkkk babydollll. Ahhhh~”

Toji smirked as he knew his brother heard everything while he continued to pound into your pussy at a speed that was unforgiving to most but not you. You were a feign for rough sex like this. Once Toji watched as Shiu’s semi hard cock pulled out your cock, he grabbed your hairstyle in his large fingers, pulling your head back, “ Say our name baby, let him know who’s fucking and making you feel good.”

“ You stupid fucking bitch, we’re done. You’re fucking someone else behind my-”, you tuned your boyfriend out as Toji jackhammered into you. Your knees and arms were buckling under you and he felt you were about to collapse so he grabbed your stomach and fell with you.

With his hand and arms hugging around your stomach, he removed them when you carefully fell on the bed and now had his arms around your neck, “ Give me our pussy baby, tell him.”

“ Fuckkkkahhh To-jiiiiiahhh, keep fucking me like this.”, you were practically drooling as you laid your head on his buff and sweaty arms as he pounded into you from behind.

Shiu came up and yanked your head back to slap your cheek with small slaps, “ Open that pretty mouth for me.” He made sure his brother could hear him and he almost wanted to mock and laugh at the anger his brother displayed on the other side of the phone.

“ YOU’RE FUCKING THAT SHIT BAG TOJI AND MY DUMBASS BROTHER, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY? WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL WHORE! WHEN I FIND OUT WHERE YOU THREE ARE RES-”, Shiu laughed at his brother and watched as you paid no attention to your angry boyfriend threatening and calling your names on the phone. I mean, he could see why when you’re screaming and moaning from the impact of Toji’s wild thrust. He gathered spit and spat it into your opened mouth, some getting on your lips to which you licked your lips—happily licking it up.

“ Such a nasty slut you got yourself little brother, I wonder why you took her for granted. Good job, little brother.”, Shiu scolded as his dick grew softer the more he spoke to his annoying brother. You tuned out their bickering and leaned your head back to look into Toji's eyes, “ can I pleasssuhh ahmnnn, can I please cum T’? I can’t hold it anymore.”

Toji was now slowly digging into your creamy pussy with his bottom lip balled in between his teeth, he heard everyone counting down in the background of Shiu’s crying and whiny voice begging for your attention back and with every number he slammed into you. His dick was almost slapping your insides as you two kissed. The ripples from his thurst, bruising kiss, and strong hold on your neck made your moaning screams mumble into his mouth but heard amongst the men in the room and the man on the phone . He was enjoying this just as much as you were, especially because your cream was mixing in with your squirting on the bed making a big wet spot upon it. His thighs were covered in your cum and when the number finally got to one, he slammed into one last time and came into your weeping pussy as you moaned loudly for anyone in the woods to hear.

Toji moans were deep and beautiful to hear to you and Shiu as he bit his lips as he watched Toji pour every last drop of his cum into you. “ Ahhhh mmmm fuck baby, happy fucking new years and happy belated birthday to me. Thank you for making me a father again baby.” You were too tired to notice he wanted to become the father of your child and that it was his birthday today, well yesterday since it’s finally 2026.

Shiu came over with a warm towel he got from the bathroom while he was arguing with his brother on the phone— something Toji didn’t even notice. Toji collapsed on your body trying not to put all his weight on you. You were drowsy and falling asleep. .

Shiu brought the towel to your forehead and wiped, doing the same thing to Toji as well before using a bigger towel to wipe between both of your legs whilst Toji’s cock was still in your fluttering pussy. He didn’t want to move at all, he loved this feeling too much and Shiu could sense it so he spoke up, “ I’m gonna run you two a bath and change the sheets, you could stay in her all night if you want to especially since it doesn’t look like she wants you to leave either from the grip she has on it. Make sure you hold her when you walk the both of you to the bathroom. Oh and happy belated birthday, Toji.” With that, Shiu kissed both of your foreheads and walked into the bathroom connected to the room. Toji smiled and looked down at you still gripping his biceps with your hands, not tightly though. God, he’s so in love with you. They were in love with you and you just didn’t realize it.

•┈© all right reserved to Charmmyvixen, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

[simpingfor-wakasa]

Oh he really picked up the phone, that’s the type of boldness I need all 2026

[liliacsdelight]

The Greatest Gift

AOT Onyankopon x Blackfem!reader

The morning began with a glow of holiday magic as you and Onyankopon watched your son, Orion, unwrap his presents. The room was filled with the toddler’s joyful squeals and bright smiles. As the holiday faded into evening, a darker, more desperate affection emerged—greedy, illicit, and entirely yours. By the next morning, the intensity had transformed into gentle fatherhood; you watched as Onyankopon laid on the floor, acting as the landscape for Orion’s cars to speed through.

°☃3,124 words, fluff at the beginning and end, opening presents, father/son moments, toy car driving, smut/explicit sexual content 18+, oral (f), riding, light dirty talk, overstimulation, no condom (wrap it), creampie, pet names/name calling(e.g., baby, ma/mama, honey, and sweetie/sweets), etc☃ °

☃18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕☃

The living room floor was a disaster zone of torn wrapping paper and discarded bows, the early morning light filtering in soft and grey. It was quiet, save for the frantic rustle of Orion annihilating another meticulously wrapped box near the tree. ​You sat on the rug, leaning back against Onyankopon’s legs where he sat on the sofa.

You guys didn’t usually do big Christmases—you spoiled each other rotten year-round, a random Tuesday is just as good as a holiday for a gift—but having Orion changed things. Made the morning feel a little more magical.

​You finished unwrapping the heavy box on your lap, peeling back the last bit of silver paper. You smiled instantly. It was a treasure trove of craft supplies—over thirty colors of yarn, sleek new crochet hooks that glinted in the light, bags of paper mache mix, and tucked in the corner, the heavy glass bottle of that amber perfume you wore only for him, the one that cost way too much. ​

You tilted your head back to look at him upside down. He was already watching you, hand resting warm on your shoulder. ​

“You tryna keep my hands busy so I stay out of yours?” you teased softly. ​

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against your back. He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Just like seein’ you make stuff. And you smellin’ good while you do it ain't bad for me either.” ​

You hummed, pleased, spritzing a tiny bit on your wrist just to smell it. You turned your attention back to Orion, lifting your phone to record as the toddler finally conquered the tape on a big toy truck, squealing in triumph. ​

“Look at him,” you whispered, heart swelling. ​

“Mhm.” his hand slid from your shoulder to cup the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your pulse. He wasn't looking at the baby; he was looking at you watching the baby. “Got his mama’s determination.”

​At four years old, Orion was a sturdy, solid little human, a perfect blend of the two of you. He had Ony’s sharp jawline and those same dark, dense coils—which you’d spent an hour meticulously cornrowing just last week—but when he looked up, it was your eyes and your nose that softened his face.

He was at that age where he was constantly underfoot, a tiny shadow that followed you from room to room just to narrate his day, only to pivot and climb all over his father the second he sat down. He was the center of your world, the one thing you both loved with an intensity that felt almost frightening.

​Right now, though, he was losing a war with a stray stick-on bow. It had hitched a ride on his sleeve, and every time he tried to shake it off, the adhesive just hopped to a different finger. He let out a frustrated huff, his little face scrunching into a look of genuine offense when he couldn't get it to stop sticking.

​“It's suck!” he announced, sounding deeply betrayed by the gift wrap. "Get off me!"

​You muffled a laugh against your hand, watching Onyankopon reach down to gently peel the bow off the boy's hand, only for Orion to immediately dive back into the discarded paper to find another present.

When he was happily distracted with plastic men, you nudged the stack of gifts toward Ony's feet.

“Your turn, old man.” ​

He raised an eyebrow but leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He opened the heavy bags first. He let out an appreciative whistle when he pulled out the bottles—two aged bourbons he’d eyed months ago but never bought for himself.

​“Okay, okay,” he murmured, reading the labels. “Tryna get me drunk tonight?” ​

“Maybe.” You smirked, sliding the flat, rectangular box toward him. ​

He opened the laptop with a nod of approval, running a hand over the sleek metal lid. It was top-of-the-line, exactly what he needed for his side projects. “Damn, baby. You doin’ too much. This is nice.”

​“Open the last one,” you urged, nodding to the smaller, heavy box. ​

He frowned slightly, confused by the weight, and tore the paper. When he lifted the lid, he went still. ​It wasn't expensive tech or liquor. It was a six-pack of cream soda. The glass bottles were old-fashioned, the labels faded-looking. It was the kind you could only buy outside of the tiny corner stores in the neighborhood he grew up in, three states away. ​He stared at the bottles for a long second, his jaw working just a little. He picked one up, running his thumb over the cold glass cap. ​

When he looked up at you, his eyes were soft, stripped of his usual cool veneer. It was a look full of quiet, heavy reverence. ​

“How’d you even get these out here?” he asked, voice rougher than usual.

​You shrugged, reaching out to cover the hand holding the bottle. “I have my ways. Knew you missed home a little bit.” ​

He shook his head slowly, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He set the bottle down and reached for you, snagging your waist and pulling you up off the floor until you were straddling his lap on the sofa. ​

“You're something else, you know that?” he murmured, wrapping his arms tight around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume he’d just given you.

​“Merry Christmas,” you whispered into his hair, holding him just as tight. ​He kissed the sensitive spot under your ear, lingering there. “Merry Christmas, baby. You're too good to me.”

☃

The house was finally silent, the chaotic joy of wrapping paper and toddler giggles replaced by the heavy, thick quiet of late night. Orion was out cold in the nursery, worn out from the excitement, leaving the master bedroom lit only by the soft, blue glow of the baby monitor and the moonlight creeping through the curtains.

You were sprawled back against the pillows, knees bent and thrown wide, your plush thighs trembling. Onyankopon was buried deep between your legs, feasting like a man starved.

​“Mghn—Ony, fuck,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his coils, tugging weakly. ​He didn't stop. His tongue was broad and relentless, lapping at your swollen clit with a rhythm that made your toes curl.

His large hands gripped your thighs, thumbs pressing deep into the soft, dimpled flesh. The cool metal of his wedding band bit slightly into your skin, a hard, constant reminder of the vow that gave him every right to hold you this way—open, soft, and entirely his.

He groaned against you, the vibration buzzing through your sensitive skin, and sucked hard. That pushed you over.

You cried out, hips bucking off the mattress, riding his face as the orgasm rolled through you, warm and sticky. ​He drank it all down, chasing the tremors until you collapsed back, panting, chest heaving under your shirt. ​

Before you could fully catch your breath, you were sitting up, eyes hooded and filled with a hunger that wasn't satisfied yet. You reached for his shoulders, trying to pull him up from between your legs.

​He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wary but dark with lust. “Whoa, wait. What're you doin’?”

​“I want to get on top,” you whispered, shifting to the center of the bed. ​

He shook his head immediately, a mix of panic and desire in his gaze. “No, ma. Lay back down. You know I can’t last when you ride me. Look, I—.”

​You ignored him completely. You grabbed his hand and pulled, guiding him to lie back against the pillows.

“I didn’t ask if you could last,” you started, crawling over him. “I said I want to get on top.” ​

“You’re hardheaded,” he grumbled, though his hands came up to grip your hips instinctively, his thumbs sinking into your waist. ​

You straddled his thighs, hovering over him. You hiked your nightshirt all the way up, bunching it under your arms to expose your soft, pudgy stomach and heavy breasts.

You looked down at him—at the tent in his briefs that was already throbbing—and smirked. You pulled his waistband down, freeing his cock. ​It sprang free, thick and heavy, veins prominent against the skin. You lined him up, the broad head nudging your wet entrance, slick with your own juices and his saliva. ​

He hissed a breath through his teeth. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered, head falling back against the pillows as you began to sink down. ​

You took him slow, inch by inch. The stretch was immense—he felt wider than usual tonight, filling you completely, stretching your walls until you felt full to the brim. You let out a shaky breath as you bottomed out, his pubic bone hitting your clit with a dull, heavy pressure. ​

“Mmm…,” you hummed, settling your weight on him. Your soft thighs pressed against his, the heat between you radiating. ​You leaned forward, bracing your hands on the mattress on either side of his head. Your breasts swayed with the movement, brushing against his chest, nipples hard and sensitive.

You kissed him—slow, deep, and lazy. ​You started to roll your hips, a grinding rhythm that let you feel every vein, every ridge of him deep inside your guts.

He groaned, his resolve crumbling instantly. His hands squeezed your ass, fingers digging into the plush cheeks, kneading the flesh as he thrusted up gently to meet you.

The drag was lewd, thick, slick. Slow at first. Rolling grinds. It’s not fast, not pounding. It’s deep, every movement filling and intentional, like you wanted to ruin your shape around him.

​“Fuck, you feel good. So tight... so wet,” he rasped against your lips. One of his hands moved from your ass to slide between your grinding bodies.

His thumb found your clit, sticky and swollen, and he started to rub.

That was the mistake. ​

After a few seconds, the added sensation hit you like a live wire. Your pace picked up, the lazy grind turning into a snap. You pulled back, sitting up straight, and started to bounce.

Plap. Plap. Plap. ​

The sound of your ass hitting his thighs filled the quiet room. You rode him harder, your stomach rolling, your breasts bouncing with a hypnotic, violent rhythm. They jolted with every thrust, mesmerizing him. ​His hand came up to cup one, thumb flicking over your nipple until you gasped.

The rhythm grew faster, the slap of skin against skin mixed with the squelch of your pussy sucking him in. He groaned at how tight your walls became.

“Baby—slow down,” he grunted, his eyes glazed over as he watched you ride. His hips stuttered as he tried to keep up. “Ma, I’m serious. You tryna kill me?” ​

“No,” you panted, eyes shut tight, lost in the feeling of his thick length hammering so deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Your breath stuttered, lips parting as your gaze locked on his.

Those eyes… they’re darker now, the pupils blown wide, catching the sliver of moonlight with a faint glow. His face is flushed, lips parted, muscles flexing with every thrust—but his eyes stayed on yours, dark and full of something unnerving and tender. He looks wrecked. But he is still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

His skin is a rich, dark brown. The crisp lines of his signature fade have softened into a dark, velvety growth, mirroring the new ruggedness of his face. A thick, coarse beard is beginning to claim his jawline, joining a full mustache, adding an attractive, heavy weight to his features that only made his expression more intense.

You bounced harder, twisting your hips at the bottom of each stroke to milk him.

Your hand trailed, brushing over the sweat-damp planes of his stomach. ​Higher until your palm grazed his collarbone. Your ring clicked softly against his skin. As you traced the line of his throat, the gold band felt light and warm, a symbol of the years spent memorizing every inch of the man beneath you.

His eyes dropped, watching where you’re joined, the slide of his cock in and out of you, the way your body gripped him. He groaned low, already feeling his climax tip.

He squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched tight, neck cords straining. “Mghn—Shit, I’m gonna—fuck!” ​He didn't finish. His hips bucked up violently, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside you.

You felt his dick throb, twitching and swelling even larger as he pumped hot streams of cum deep into your womb. ​

He slumped back, chest heaving, expecting you to stop. ​You didn’t. ​You kept bouncing on his sensitive, pulsing dick, draining him completely. ​

“Baby, come on.” He pleaded, his eyes snapping open. Onyankopon reached up and smacked your ass—hard—a stinging slap meant to shock you into stillness.

“Wait. Damn, I said wait—ahn”

​“No,” you whined, breathless. You lifted your hips and slammed back down, twerking on his softening but still-hard shaft, grinding your clit against his pelvis. The friction was incredible, the slick mess of his cum making every movement wet and loud. ​

“God... fuck... you’re too much,” he groaned, trying to push at your hips, but you were heavy, planted firm, and determined. “It’s too much—fuck, it’s sensitive!”

​“Stop squirming,” you scolded, breathless, slapping his hands away. “Let me cum again. It’s right there.”

You sped up, using the slick mess of his cum and your own wetness to glide effortlessly. You churned on him, milking the last of his arousal, forcing him to stay hard just a little longer. Slick gushed round his dick, wetness spreading over his pelvis, dripping down his balls. Every thrust made the mess louder, wetter, obscene.

“You're so nasty,” he moaned, sounding tortured. He tried to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you down to his chest, to physically restrain the motion.

His voice cracks, raw and deep—“Get down here. Chill out, baby, please.” ​

“Let go!” you whined. ​You writhed out of his grip, shoving him back against the mattress. You grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, using your weight to hold him down. You looked down at him—eyes low, chest heaving, sweat glistening on your collarbone, your breasts heaving with every breath.

“M’not done,” you panted. ​

You rode him mercilessly then. Short, fast, grinding bounces that focused entirely on your pleasure. You watched his face contort, wavering between overstimulated agony and pure worship at the sight of you taking what you wanted. ​

His thick length was still lodged deep inside you, and with every contraction of your walls, you pulled a low, broken sound from his throat. ​

You nodded, eyes heavy, desperate to keep going, to pull that rough sound out of his chest just one more time.

“Messy girl. Look what you’re doing to me.” he whispered, voice hoarse—bliss-drunk, his head rolling side to side, hips involuntarily twitching up to meet you despite the sensitivity. ​

“Almost,” you gasped, biting your lip hard to keep your moans from rising. “ahhn—almost.”

His hand lifted quickly—almost without thinking, covering your mouth before your moans picked up. Now they're nothing but muffled whimpers against his palm, the sound of your own wetness loud in the room.

Every thrust feels like it’s breaking you open—his dick keeps hitting that spot so deep inside you that your vision keeps flashing white. You ground down hard, circling your hips, squeezing him as tight as you could.

He felt you everywhere—wrapped around him, coaxing every reaction out of his body like you knew it better than he did.

And then it hit.

You screamed, the sound muffled slightly as you threw your head back, your body seizing up. You clamped down on him, your walls squeezing around his dick like it was trying to keep him locked inside forever. You rode out the aftershocks, twitching and trembling, grinding weakly against him until the last wave passed.

Finally, you collapsed forward onto his chest, completely spent. ​The room was quiet again, save for the harsh, ragged sound of breathing from both of you and the wet, sticky sound of your skin peeling away from his as you shifted. ​

He lay there for a long moment, limp, his hands coming up to rub soothing circles on your back, even though his legs were shaking. ​

“Jesus Christ,” he wheezed, kissing the top of your sweaty head. “I told you... I told you I wouldn't last.” ​

You smirked into his chest, eyes closed, satisfied and sleepy, feeling his heart hammer against your cheek. “Worked out fine for me.” ​

He huffed a laugh, shifting to get comfortable under your weight, squeezing your ass one last time.

“Greedy. Absolutely greedy.” He pulls you down into a kiss. It’s slow, but messy—open mouths, tongues brushing, both of you breathing hard into each other.

☃

​The living room, still littered with traces of wrapping paper from Christmas morning a week ago, was bathed in the late afternoon sun.

Onyankopon was sprawled on his stomach on the rug, wearing a beat-up old t-shirt and sweats, his head propped up on his forearm. Orion, who was deep into his current obsession, was driving a fleet of plastic vehicles—a bright yellow taxi, a red fire truck, and the triumphant blue dump truck from Christmas—across his father's back. ​

You were watching from the kitchen island, nursing a warm cup of tea, enjoying the quiet moment.

​“Vroom-vroom!” Orion announced seriously, driving the fire truck straight up the spine of Onyankopon’s t-shirt. “Da-da, traffic!” ​

“Oh, man, traffic?” He muttered, his voice muffled by the carpet. He reached up, blindly trying to grab the boy’s ankle, missing playfully.

“You gotta watch out for the pilot, Orion. He’s busy.” ​

He just giggled, completely undeterred, and began using Ony’s wide shoulder blade as a complicated four-way intersection. ​

“He’s got a pretty good road system going on your back there,” you observed, taking a sip of your tea. ​

He sighed dramatically, his chest expanding as he shifted his weight. “I’m a map, now. I’m infrastructure.” ​

“Da-da, pit stop!” Orion commanded, bringing the bright yellow taxi to a screeching halt—right on the tender curve of Ony’s kidney. ​

Onyankopon let out a soft, theatrical gasp. “Ooh, rough pit stop, buddy. Rough pit stop. Gotta be gentle with the machinery.” ​

Orion paused, looking down at his dad with a serious, worried frown, before planting a very wet, open-mouthed kiss right on the back of his neck. ​Ony grinned, turning his head just enough to catch his son's eye.

“Okay, damage repaired. Good job, little medic. Now go on, finish your race.” ​

The moment was simple, domestic, and utterly loving. It was a clear, quiet contrast to the intensity you two often shared—but this tenderness, this easy, affectionate way they moved through the quiet hours, was the foundation of everything else.

It was the calm love that always brought him back home. ​

You walked over, set your mug down on the end table, and knelt beside the sofa, reaching out to stroke the back of his neck, right where Orion had kissed him. ​

“You’re a good dad and an amazing husband, Onyankopon,” you murmured, smoothing his hair. ​He shifted his gaze up to meet yours, his eyes soft and genuine. He loved the quiet admiration in your voice, the acknowledgement that he was safe and needed here. ​

“Only because I got a good family,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to squeeze your knee before turning his attention back to the yellow taxi barreling toward his lower back. “Alright, son. Full speed ahead!”

☃𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈☃

Dividers by @madamesocs

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

[stqrdxst-xx]

[feministyaoi]

women need to become more comfortable just saying “i don’t really care about that”

[drewrara]

[paulfrankjuliusthemonkey]

anyway. onto better things

[midnightmemoirsofher]

Sit Still

Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black!OC (Arielle)

Warnings: Filthy language, cockwarming, overstimulation, rough sex, multiple positions (wall, bed, floor, couch), cum play, dirty talk, possessiveness, tenderness in the aftermath, black culture centered, 

Summary: Arielle thinks she can out-stare, out-spar, and outlast Elijah Moore. Smoke doesn’t talk much—but when he does, his voice cuts sharp and filthy, his patience like a trap. What starts as teasing banter turns into the hardest lesson she’s ever been taught: sit still, take his dick, and learn exactly who she belongs to.

Arielle had a way of taking up space without even trying. The swing of her hips when she stepped into Smoke’s living room wasn’t deliberate—but it caught his eyes all the same. She dropped onto his couch like it was hers, one leg curled up, tank top riding just a little higher than she knew he liked.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, lips tugging into a smirk, eyes sharp and teasing.

Smoke didn’t answer. He never did at first. He sat in his chair across from her, the leather creaking under his weight, elbows resting on his knees, beard rough, fade sharp. The silence stretched, heavy, his gaze slow and unblinking, burning hotter than any comeback she could throw.

It was their rhythm—her mouth always running, his quiet dragging her to the edge.

“You don’t scare me,” she added, pretending to scroll her phone. “That whole still-and-brooding act? Cute. Real cute. But I ain’t folding just ‘cause you look at me like I’m already naked.”

His mouth twitched, the ghost of a smile that wasn’t sweet at all.

Arielle shifted, crossing her legs tighter, tank top sliding up another inch. She felt his stare drag there, thick as a hand, and heat rose to her chest even as she arched a brow, playing like she didn’t notice.

Smoke leaned back finally, dragging his tongue slow across his teeth, voice low and steady when it came.

“You gon’ run that mouth,” he drawled, accent thick, “til I shut it for you.”

Her laugh was quick, sharp. “Please. You don’t have the patience for me.”

But her thighs pressed together tighter.

And Smoke just sat there, steady, quiet, the kind of man who never rushed—until suddenly he did.

Arielle leaned back into the couch cushions, her phone still in her hand but untouched. She lifted her eyes slowly, fixing Smoke with a look that was equal parts dare and mischief.

“You always just… stare like that? Makes a girl wonder if you forgot how to talk.”

Smoke’s gaze didn’t waver. He sat heavy in his chair, hands loose but steady on his thighs, the weight of him filling the whole room. His silence was louder than most men’s shouting, and that alone made Arielle shift in her seat, thighs brushing.

She hated how it got to her. Which was exactly why she pushed harder.

“Or maybe you think that stare’s enough to get me wet,” she added, lips curling into a smirk, voice dripping sarcasm. “Newsflash, baby—it don’t work like that.”

The line hung in the air. The corners of his mouth twitched again, but he didn’t bite. Not yet.

Arielle leaned forward this time, elbows on her knees, cleavage pressing against her tank top. “What? You gon’ sit there all night, lettin’ me do all the talkin’? You scared if you open your mouth, I’ll eat you alive?”

That pulled the smallest rumble from his chest—a sound closer to a laugh but darker, sharper. His eyes narrowed, beard shifting with the slow drag of his jaw.

“You bold,” he finally said, voice low enough to crawl down her spine.

“Bold?” She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “That what you call it?”

Smoke leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, closing the space between them without moving an inch from his spot. His eyes pinned her like nails.

“Yeah. Bold,” he repeated, the drawl thicker, more deliberate. “Talkin’ like you ain’t already sittin’ here drippin’ just ‘cause I ain’t touched you yet.”

Arielle’s laugh came too quick, a little too sharp. “You wish.” But her knees pressed tighter, her pulse betraying her even as she smirked.

Smoke’s stillness broke just a fraction—his hand dragging slow over his thigh, knuckles brushing the fabric like he was already picturing them on her skin.

The air between them throbbed with heat, her teasing meeting his silence, both of them waiting to see who would break first.

The silence pressed heavier with every second, so thick Arielle could feel her heartbeat in her ears. Smoke’s eyes hadn’t moved off her, not once, and it made her skin itch with awareness.

She shifted on the couch, slow, deliberate, stretching her leg out until her bare calf brushed against his boot.

“Mm,” she hummed, tilting her head, “guess you really don’t scare easy, huh? Just sittin’ there lettin’ me run my mouth.”

Smoke’s gaze flicked down to the contact—her skin against the leather—then back up to her face. He didn’t move, but his jaw ticked, a single muscle flexing like a warning shot.

Arielle smiled wider. She liked warnings.

She pushed it further, standing and crossing the small space between them with a sway in her hips that was part performance, part truth. The air changed as soon as she got close enough to smell him—smoke and soap, something steady and rough.

“You really gon’ sit there all night?” she teased, voice softer now, but sharper too. Without waiting, she lowered herself into his lap, straddling his thighs, her weight settling heavy against him.

The move was bold. Reckless. She knew it.

Smoke’s hands didn’t touch her yet, but his body shifted under hers, a low rumble rolling from his chest. Up this close, his stillness was unbearable—every breath deliberate, every muscle coiled tight.

“You comfortable?” he asked finally, drawl slower than honey, rougher than gravel.

“Mm-hm,” she said, lips curling. “Real comfortable.”

But her pulse betrayed her, quick against the hollow of her throat. Her hips pressed down just a little too much, testing how far she could go before the storm broke.

Smoke’s eyes darkened, heavy-lidded, locked on hers. The weight of his stare pinned her still, but the corner of his mouth tugged upward, slow and dangerous.

He let the silence stretch one last beat, the coil drawn tight.

And then he moved.

Smoke’s patience had always been steady—miles of quiet, coiled restraint. But Arielle straddling his lap, her soft weight grinding down like she owned him? That cut right through it.

His hands moved fast, rough palms locking hard around her hips. The shift made her gasp, her phone slipping from her fingers to the floor, forgotten.

“Think I’m somethin’ to play with?” His voice was low, dragging like thunder across the room, each word a warning wrapped in grit.

Arielle tried to smirk, to toss it back at him, but his grip tightened and the sound caught in her throat. Her thighs clenched, instinct fighting the pulse that betrayed her, the slick heat already pressing against her panties.

Smoke leaned forward, his beard brushing her jaw, his breath hot at her ear.

“You gon’ sit still, or I’ll make you.”

Her laugh came shaky this time, nerves bleeding into it. “You ain’t scarin’ me.”

“Good,” he said, tone dropping even lower. “Ain’t tryna scare you. Just tryna teach you.”

Without another word, he shifted, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively locked tighter around his waist as he stood, carrying her across the room with that same slow, deliberate stride that made everything feel heavier.

He dropped into the couch again, but this time she wasn’t in control. He angled her, hips pinned by the iron weight of his hands, the thick press of his dick nudging hard against her even through layers of clothes.

“Feel that?” he asked, drawl filthy now, his lips ghosting the corner of her mouth. “You stirred that up. Now you gon’ sit right there and take it.”

Her eyes widened, heat flooding down to her core, the sharp edge of her wit slipping just a little. She tried to grind, to test, but his grip held her still, locking her against him.

Smoke’s stare pinned her in place, daring her to push again.

And Arielle—mouth sharp, thighs trembling—already knew she was in trouble.

Smoke’s hands stayed clamped to her hips, steady as iron, pinning her exactly where he wanted her. The weight of him pressed thick against her through her shorts, unyielding, reminding her of what she was teasing.

Arielle blinked down at him, her smirk sliding back into place like armor. “So that’s it? You just gonna… hold me here? All talk, Smoke. That’s all you are.”

The muscle in his jaw jumped, his beard rough as it dragged against his cheekbone. He didn’t loosen his grip. Didn’t rise to her bait with words. Just stared, slow and deliberate, like he was cataloging every twitch of her mouth.

Arielle’s pulse skittered, but she leaned in anyway, brushing her nose against his, lips hovering just shy of his own. “You don’t scare me,” she whispered, sweet as venom.

Smoke’s chest rumbled—a low, dangerous sound that was halfway to a laugh, halfway to a growl. His hands flexed on her hips, dragging her down harder against him, the thick outline of his dick straining.

She gasped, a sharp little sound that betrayed her smirk, and his eyes caught it, dark and knowing.

“You keep testin’ me,” he drawled, voice like smoke itself, wrapping around her. “But you forget—I don’t bluff.”

Arielle tilted her head, biting her lip to hide the pulse racing in her throat. She shifted her hips again, pressing herself down harder, a defiant grind that had no mistaking the wet heat already soaking her panties.

“Then prove it,” she shot back, breathless despite herself.

Smoke’s smile was small, sharp, and mean, the kind that said the game was already over.

“Bet.”

The sharp snap of fabric breaking their standoff echoed in the room—Arielle’s tank top tossed across the floor, her bra straps sliding uselessly down her arms. Smoke didn’t give her time to cover herself. His rough palms skimmed her bare waist, steady and claiming, his thumbs pressing into the softness of her hips.

Arielle froze for half a breath, her smirk faltering. The sharpness in her eyes wavered under the heat of his stare—low, dark, heavy as it dragged over her bare skin.

“You ain’t runnin’ that mouth now, huh?” he murmured, drawl curling filth into every word.

Her lips parted like she might fire something back, but his hands moved again—down, hooking under her thighs, lifting her with no effort at all.

The sudden weightless shift knocked the breath out of her. Instinct had her arms looping around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. “Wait—”

But he didn’t.

Smoke rose from the couch, carrying her with him like she weighed nothing. His footsteps were slow, steady, his grip unshakable. Arielle’s chest pressed against his, her pulse thudding fast, her wit scrambling for purchase while her body already betrayed her—heat pulsing between her legs, soaking through her panties where his dick pressed thick against her core.

“Where—where are you—”

“Shut it,” he rumbled, voice a warning and a promise.

He lowered back into the couch, this time angling her hips until she straddled him fully, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs. He leaned back just enough to see her face, to hold her still under his stare.

Arielle swallowed, her breath catching. His hands were everywhere—one dragging slow up her spine, the other curling around her ass, pressing her down into the hard line of him.

Her tongue darted over her lip, a shaky smirk tugging back into place. “So… this your big move? Strip me and stare?”

Smoke’s smile was slow, dangerous, beard shifting with the curve of it. “Not yet.”

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her shorts.

Arielle’s smirk slipped again, nerves catching fire in her belly as denim scraped down her thighs, his knuckles rough against her skin. He dragged them off slow, deliberate, until she was bare except for the thin strip of her panties—already dark and damp, betraying her bravado.

Smoke looked down at the sight, then back up at her, eyes black and heavy. “Yeah. Just like I thought.”

Arielle tried to roll her eyes, tried to sit back like she wasn’t unraveling. But his hands gripped her thighs, angling her just right, caging her where he wanted her.

The patience had snapped. The stillness had teeth now.

Her shorts hit the floor with a soft thud, and the thin strip of her panties clung damp against her, the fabric caught between her thighs. Smoke’s eyes lingered there, slow and deliberate, his silence thick enough to choke on.

Arielle shifted, biting down on a laugh that came out shaky. “What? You just gon’ stare all night again?”

His thumb dragged against the edge of her panties, rough fingertip grazing her hipbone. “Quiet now, huh?”

She scoffed, tilting her chin. “Please. Ain’t nothin’ special down there.”

Smoke’s head tilted, that small, dangerous smile curving his mouth again. His hand moved lower, tracing the line of the fabric where it dipped between her thighs. The heat of his touch bled right through, pressing into her slick.

Arielle gasped, her smirk faltering as her body betrayed her.

“Don’t feel nothin’ special?” he asked, drawl curling cruel and soft. He pressed firmer, rubbing the wet spot slow, steady, never rushing. “Seem pretty fuckin’ special to me.”

Her breath hitched. She tried to grind down, to take more than he was giving, but his other hand locked her hip in place, iron grip holding her still.

“Uh-uh,” he warned. “You don’t move unless I say so.”

The words burned through her, her wit scrambling under the weight of his stare.

He hooked his finger under the fabric, tugging it aside just enough to expose the slick, swollen heat of her pussy. The cool air hit, and she shivered, thighs trembling on either side of his.

Smoke’s thumb pressed down again, bare skin to bare skin this time, sliding lazy over her clit. Her breath broke, sharp and hungry, her nails biting into his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. “That’s mine.”

Arielle tried for a comeback—tried to pull her smirk back into place—but all that came out was a soft, broken sound, her hips twitching against his hold.

“Don’t run that mouth now, huh?” Smoke’s teeth grazed her jaw, his thumb stroking her slow enough to torture. “Good. Save it. You gon’ need it.”

Her thighs shook, her body begging to give in, but he still hadn’t given her what she wanted most.

And Smoke—steady, patient, relentless—looked like he could sit there all night just watching her come undone.

Smoke’s hand stayed locked on her hip, holding her steady in his lap, while the other dragged down the front of his jeans. The sound of the zipper splitting the air made Arielle’s stomach twist.

Her breath caught as he shifted beneath her, thighs spreading wider, the denim pulling tight. He leaned back just a little, one rough hand tugging his waistband down, knuckles brushing her thigh with the motion.

Arielle’s pulse skittered. She tried to look away, tried to keep her mouth sharp, but the scrape of denim sliding down over his hips had her trapped.

Smoke’s beard twitched with the faintest smirk as he freed himself, thick dick springing heavy into his hand.

Her eyes dropped without her permission.

The sight stole her words. Veins ran along the length, flushed and hard, already slick at the tip. His hand wrapped around the base, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, just enough to tease her and coat his palm.

“You run your mouth,” he said, voice low, “but I see how you lookin’.”

Arielle swallowed hard, her thighs trembling on either side of him. She forced a laugh, shaky and thin. “You ain’t—ain’t all that.”

His smirk widened, dark and knowing. “We’ll see.”

He gripped her hip tighter, pulling her forward until the wet heat of her panties brushed against the thick head of his dick. The fabric clung, already damp, her slick soaking straight through.

She gasped at the contact, nails biting into his shoulders.

“Feel that?” he drawled, rubbing the tip against her, slow and steady. The wet spot grew darker, hotter, her panties sliding against him with each shift. “That’s yours. You did that.”

Her breath broke into a moan before she could catch it. She tried to grind, tried to push down harder, but his grip locked her in place.

“Uh-uh,” he warned, beard grazing her jaw as his lips brushed her ear. “Don’t move til I say so.”

His other hand hooked her panties, dragging them to the side with rough precision. The air hit her bare pussy, and she twitched, thighs trembling.

Then the thick head of his dick pressed right against her entrance.

Her body jerked, eyes flying wide, a sharp gasp splitting the air. “Fuck—”

“Yeah,” Smoke rasped, pushing slow, steady, stretching her open around him. “Sit on it.”

He pulled her down inch by inch, his grip unyielding, until his dick was buried to the hilt inside her. The fullness knocked the air out of her lungs, her nails clawing at his shoulders, her thighs shaking.

“Too much?” he asked, voice sharp but low, watching her fall apart.

Arielle’s mouth opened, but only a broken sound came out, her body pulsing wet and desperate around him.

Smoke’s smirk curved slow, dangerous. “Nah. Just right.”

He stilled.

Deep inside her, thick and unrelenting, holding her wide open, stretched around him.

“Now,” he murmured, brushing his thumb slow over her clit, “you gon’ sit still and take this dick. Every inch. Til I say otherwise.”

Her head tipped back, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. She was pinned, stuffed full, every nerve screaming, and Smoke wasn’t giving her release. Not yet.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, low and filthy. “Now show me how long you can last.”

Arielle sat stuffed full on his lap, every inch of his dick stretching her wide, pulsing heavy inside her. Smoke’s grip never loosened, one hand clamped on her hip, the other working her clit in cruel, slow circles.

Her body fought instinct—hips twitching, thighs trying to grind down for relief—but his palm locked her still every time.

“Stop movin’,” he muttered, voice low and steady, beard scraping against her jaw as he leaned close. “I said sit. You hear me?”

Her breath broke, shaky. “I—fuck—I can’t—”

“You can. You sittin’ on it. You takin’ it. Now hush.”

His thumb dragged tighter over her clit, pressing into the swollen bud until her legs shook. Heat shot through her belly, coiling sharp and fast, each stroke of his calloused thumb dragging her closer to the edge.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her forehead pressing into his as if she could hide from the weight of his stare.

But Smoke wasn’t letting her hide. His eyes burned into hers, dark and unblinking, holding her wide open in more ways than one.

“You feel that?” he asked, thumb never easing. “Soakin’ me. Clenchin’ on my dick like you can’t help it.”

Arielle whimpered, biting down on her lip so hard it almost hurt. Her pussy spasmed around him, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

“Uh-huh,” Smoke groaned, watching her unravel. “You gon’ cum just like this. No bouncin’, no runnin’ that mouth. Just sittin’ here, stuffed full.”

Her body convulsed, the tight coil snapping. A strangled cry tore from her throat as her pussy clenched hard around his dick, slick flooding down over him, soaking his lap.

Smoke groaned low, jaw tight, riding the pulsing squeeze of her orgasm without giving in to the urge to move. His hand never stopped, thumb dragging her through every shudder until she sagged against him, trembling, her breath ragged.

“That’s it,” he rasped, dragging his beard along her neck, voice filthy and coaxing. “First one down. And you ain’t even rode me yet.”

Arielle panted, too wrecked to pull her smirk back into place, her sharp tongue silenced by the heat still clenching around him.

Smoke leaned back just enough to catch her eyes again, a slow, dangerous smile curving his mouth.

“Now you learnin’.”

Arielle was still trembling from the first orgasm when Smoke shifted beneath her. His dick stayed buried to the hilt, thick and pulsing inside her, but his hips rolled slow—barely there, just enough to drag against her walls and make her gasp all over again.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “Smoke—”

“Uh-uh,” he cut her off, his drawl slow and merciless. “Don’t start beggin’ now. You sittin’ right where I put you.”

His thumb found her clit again, circling lazy, cruel, knowing exactly how raw and sensitive she already was. The wet sounds of her pussy echoed in the room, slick coating the base of his dick with every tiny grind of his hips.

She tried to twist, tried to pull back, but his grip clamped down tighter on her waist, locking her in place.

“You gon’ cum again,” he murmured, teeth grazing her jaw, voice thick and filthy. “Right here. Stuffed full. Just sittin’ on this dick like you was built for it.”

Her breath broke into ragged whimpers, her nails clawing at his shoulders. “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” he rasped, rolling his hips a little harder, dragging slow and deep inside her. “Ain’t no runnin’ from me. Look at you—pussy squeezin’ like it’s beggin’ for it.”

She moaned, head falling back, sweat damp on her neck. Every word he spoke curled heat tighter in her belly, the ache unbearable.

“Yeah,” Smoke groaned, eyes locked on her face, watching every twitch, every tremble. “So fuckin’ wet. Drippin’ down my balls, baby. Makin’ a mess sittin’ pretty on my dick.”

Her thighs shook, her body jerking against his hold as another orgasm ripped through her, sharper than the first. She cried out, hips stuttering, pussy clenching hard around him. Slick poured out of her, coating him, dripping down his thighs.

Smoke groaned low, his own restraint tight in every line of his body. He ground her down harder, forcing her to ride the wave even as she squirmed from the oversensitivity.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, beard rough against her ear. “Cum all over me. Again. And again. ‘Til you learn who owns this pussy.”

Her nails raked his back, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity, but her body obeyed him—spasming, breaking apart, clenching and soaking his dick without him ever giving her the mercy of fucking her proper.

Smoke held her steady through every shudder, his thumb dragging her through it, hips rolling just enough to keep her writhing.

When her head finally sagged against his shoulder, her body trembling wrecked, he pressed a kiss to her temple, filthy and soft at once.

“That’s two,” he rasped. “And I ain’t even started yet.”

Smoke’s patience broke like a dam.

One second, Arielle was trembling against him, wrecked from back-to-back orgasms, his dick still buried deep inside her. The next, his grip shifted—hands clamping under her thighs, lifting her clean off his lap.

She gasped, arms looping around his shoulders as he stood, still inside her, her pussy clenching hard around his thickness.

“Smoke—”

“Shut it,” he growled, voice low and ragged as he carried her across the room. “You had your fun runnin’ that mouth. Now you gon’ learn.”

Her back hit the wall, rough wood cool against her bare skin, his body caging her in. He pinned her thighs high, spreading her wide open, his dick dragging deeper inside her as gravity did half the work.

Arielle moaned loud, head thudding back, her pussy slick and messy around him. “Fuck—”

“Yeah,” Smoke rasped, slamming up into her, hips snapping sharp. “You feel that? That’s me fuckin’ the smart outta you.”

Each thrust was brutal, deep, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. Her nails clawed down his back, her cries broken between filthy moans.

“You talk big,” he muttered, mouth at her ear, beard scraping her neck. “But look at you now—nothin’ but wet pussy takin’ this dick.”

Her thighs trembled around his waist, her voice splintering. “Please—”

“Please what?” he taunted, grinding deep, holding there until she sobbed. “Beg louder. Let me hear how bad you need it.”

“I—I need you—” she gasped, the words torn out of her as another thrust hit deep, her pussy clenching around him.

“Say it right.” His hips pistoned hard, sharp, forcing her body higher against the wall. “Say whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” she cried, voice breaking. “It’s yours—”

“That’s right,” he groaned, driving harder, sweat dripping down his temple. “This pussy mine. Been mine since you sat on it. You just too stubborn to admit it.”

Her orgasm hit sudden and violent, ripping through her body, her scream muffled against his shoulder. Her pussy clamped tight, soaking him, her slick dripping down his thighs.

Smoke didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it, hips pounding, groaning at the feel of her pulsing around him.

“Yeah, cum on it again,” he rasped. “Wreck yourself on this dick. You gon’ remember every inch when I’m done.”

Her legs shook, her nails dug deep, her body unraveling with every thrust. She could barely hold herself up, and still he kept her pinned, teaching her lesson after lesson.

“Good girl,” he muttered, filthy and coaxing even as he ruined her. “That’s how you learn—on my dick.”

And Arielle—sharp tongue silenced, body wrung out—could only break, again and again, exactly where Smoke wanted her.

Smoke didn’t stop when Arielle sagged against the wall, wrecked and trembling. He shifted, his grip iron under her thighs as he carried her across the room. His dick never left her, thick and deep, stretching her with every step.

She whined against his shoulder, nails biting into his back. “Smoke—too much—”

“Nah,” he rasped, laying her down on the bed, her braids spilling across his pillow. “Ain’t near enough yet.”

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other dragging her thighs wide before plunging back inside.

The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping, wet and obscene, filling the air. Arielle cried out, body arching as he fucked her deep, his beard scraping her chest when he leaned down.

“Missionary ain’t soft with me,” he muttered against her mouth, kissing her hard, messy. “You take this dick how I give it.”

Her pussy clutched around him, soaking the sheets. Her moans tangled with his groans, the rhythm brutal until she was gasping, begging without words.

He let her wrists go just long enough to flip her over, dragging her onto her knees.

Her ass arched high, face buried in the sheets, as he slid back in from behind with a filthy growl. “Look at you,” he rasped, gripping her hips hard, pounding into her. “Archin’ that ass like you know what I want.”

Her scream broke muffled into the mattress, her body jolting with every thrust. Slick dripped down her thighs, her pussy clenching hard around him.

Smoke’s hand snaked up, tangling in her braids, yanking her head back until her moans spilled open into the room. “Say it,” he demanded, hips snapping sharp. “Say who fuckin’ you like this.”

“You—” she sobbed, tears streaking her face. “It’s you, Smoke—”

“Damn right.”

He let her collapse forward, pulling out just long enough to drag her to the floor. She hit the rug on her back, disoriented, only for him to flip her legs over his shoulders and push back inside, folding her in half.

Her nails raked his arms, her cries breaking as his dick hit deep, bottoming out with every thrust.

Teeth bared as sweat dripped down his face. “You gon’ learn every way I own this pussy.”

Her orgasm ripped through her again, harder this time, her body convulsing under him, slick flooding down to soak the floor.

He didn’t stop.

Dragging her back up, he carried her to the couch, laying her across the cushions before climbing in behind her. Her body trembled, spent, but he slid inside again, groaning deep as her pussy squeezed tight around him.

He held her against his chest, one hand gripping her jaw to keep her eyes on him as he fucked her slow, deliberate, filthy.

“Yeah,” he murmured, rolling his hips deep. “Now you learn patience, learn pain, learn pleasure—all on this dick.”

Her voice cracked, broken and wet, every inch of her body undone.

And Smoke—relentless, filthy, unmerciful—fucked her through it all, making sure she remembered every position, every word, every stroke.

The couch groaned under them, Arielle’s body limp and trembling as Smoke dragged out the last of his pace. His thrusts slowed, but the force behind them never softened—each deep stroke meant to remind her who she belonged to.

Her voice was wrecked, words broken into sobs of pleasure, her slick soaking his thighs. She clawed at his arms, her head tipped back against his chest.

“Smoke—please—”

“Please what?” he rasped, beard rough against her temple. “You want me to stop? Or you want me to finish this lesson?”

Her pussy clenched around him, answering for her.

Smoke groaned low, grinding deep, holding her split open on his dick. “Yeah. You want it. Been beggin’ for it with that pussy all night.”

The tension in his body snapped, his rhythm sharp as he bottomed out hard, burying himself to the hilt. His groan tore out of him, filthy and raw, as hot ropes of cum spilled deep inside her.

Arielle gasped, nails digging deeper, her own orgasm tearing through her again as the heat filled her. Her pussy milked his dick, sucking him down, the wet squelch of their bodies obscene in the quiet.

“Fuck,” Smoke growled, holding her hips locked against him. “Take all of it. Every drop. That’s mine now.”

Her thighs shook, tears pricking her eyes as the fullness of him and his cum overwhelmed her.

But Smoke didn’t pull out.

He shifted, leaning back into the couch, dragging her down with him until she was curled on his lap again, his dick still buried inside, still hard, keeping his cum plugged deep.

“Sit still,” he murmured against her hairline, thumb brushing her jaw. “Cockwarm me. Let it drip slow while I hold you.”

Her breath came in soft, broken whimpers, her body wrecked and pliant, but her pussy still clenched around him, pulsing with every aftershock.

Smoke groaned, the sound rough and satisfied. His hand smoothed over her thigh, grounding her even as he kept her stretched wide, filled to the brim.

“That’s it,” he whispered, filthy and possessive. “Stay full of me. You mine now. Always.”

And Arielle—body trembling, voice stolen, head tucked against his shoulder—sat there cockwarming him, claimed in every way that mattered.

Arielle slumped against him, body trembling, her breath shallow in the silence. The only sound was the faint hum of the night through the cracked window and the wet pulse of her pussy still clenching weakly around his dick.

Smoke stroked a hand down her back, his palm broad, grounding. “You holdin’ up?” he muttered against her temple, voice rough from the wreck he’d just put her through.

Her answer was a broken hum, more whimper than word.

He smirked, pressing a kiss against her damp hairline, beard scratching her skin. “That a yes, or you just too fucked out to talk?”

Arielle tried to swat weakly at his chest, but it only made him chuckle low in his throat.

“Thought so,” he said, finally shifting. His dick slid out slow, thick and heavy, leaving her empty. Hot cum spilled down her thighs, messy and obscene.

She hissed at the sudden loss, twitching. “Smoke—”

“Relax.” His tone softened a notch. “I got you.”

He stood, carrying her easily, her legs dangling limp. He brought her into the bathroom, setting her gently on the counter. She blinked at him through glassy eyes, hair a wild halo, cheeks flushed.

Smoke grabbed a warm towel, crouching down between her thighs. The sight was filthy—her pussy still red and swollen, slick and his cum dripping down her skin.

“Look at the mess you made,” he muttered, wiping slow, his thumb grazing tender spots with unexpected care.

Arielle whimpered, legs twitching.

He glanced up at her, smirk tugging his lips. “Sensitive, huh? Can’t take nothin’ else tonight.”

“Shut up,” she breathed, face hot.

He chuckled, low and rough, but his hands stayed gentle, cleaning her with patience he didn’t show anywhere else. When he finished, he pressed a kiss against the inside of her knee before standing, tucking the towel aside.

“C’mon,” he said, scooping her up again like she weighed nothing.

Back in the bedroom, he set her down in the sheets, pulling them up over her bare body. Then he slid in beside her, tugging her against his chest.

Arielle tucked her face into his throat, her sharp tongue finally silenced, her body melting into the heat of him.

Smoke smirked into the dark, his hand resting heavy over her stomach, thumb rubbing absent circles. “You gon’ be sore as hell tomorrow,” he muttered. “But don’t worry—I’ll help stretch you out again.”

She groaned weakly, half protest, half promise.

And Smoke—filthy, possessive, but tender in his own raw way—held her steady until her breathing evened out, already planning the next round.

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[liliacsdelight]

You Can Take More

☆°•1,754 words, Whoever(m) x GN!Reader, spanking, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom, doggy, post-sex use, fingering, overstimulation, verbal domination, praise & degradation, unprotected(don't be silly wrap the willy), no aftercare, name calling/pet names(e.g, baby, toy, play thing, and slut), etc•°☆

He drags you across his lap like you don’t weigh a thing.

Not because you did anything wrong. Not because you mouthed off or disobeyed. You didn’t. You’ve been good.

That’s not the point.

He doesn’t need a reason.

He does it because he can.

Because your thighs twitch when he's in your ear. Because your breath catches when he tugs you down, chest to his thigh, ass arched high. Because your body melts the second his palm spreads across your lower back like a brand.

“You know why I’m doin’ this?” he murmurs, voice low, voice mean.

You shake your head.

He grunts. “Didn’t think so.”

Smack.

The first slap lands hot. Loud. Deep.

You flinch. Gasp. Your hips jerk, but he pins them down with one thick hand, palm firm, fingers spread possessively.

“Cause I like the sound you make,” he says, slow, cruel. “That little gasp. That tremble. Gets me fuckin’ hard.”

Smack. Smack.

You whine, thighs clenching. The sting sinks in deeper now — not sharp anymore, but thick, blooming heat you can feel in your gut.

“You gonna wriggle like that the whole time?” he mutters, squeezing a handful of your ass. “Tryin’ to make me lose my fuckin’ mind?”

You whimper. Breathe hard. He keeps going.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Not fast. Not wild. Just deliberate. Controlled. Measured. Like he’s punishing air. Like he’s playing a beat in your bones.

“You’re not even fightin’ it,” he mocks. “You like this. You’re so fuckin’ easy. Let me throw you down, tear into you, and you don’t even ask why.”

Another slap. You moan this time — loud, raw.

He leans down. Bites your shoulder.

“You’re mine,” he breathes. “Mine to grab. Mine to bend. Mine to fuckin’ wear out.”

You nod. Your voice barely works. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

You swallow. “Yes—yours.”

Slap.

“That’s right. My play thing.”

His fingers dig into the marks he’s painting across your skin. You can feel how hard he is under you. How much this is getting to him. You grind down, just a little. He groans.

“You don’t get to tease me now,” he says, slapping your ass again. “Not when you’re the one laid out like a fuckin’ brat waiting to be used.”

You moan — your body burns, but it’s not pain, not really. It’s hunger. It’s heat in your core, in your teeth, in the wet sound of your breath.

He slaps you again — just once — harder than before.

And then he stops.

Lets his hand rest. Pressed over the sting. Warm. Solid.

Then, he leans in.

Voice low. Heavy in your ear. “I could fuck you like this,” he murmurs. “Arched. Spanked raw. Still squirming like you want more.”

You shiver. He slides his fingers between your thighs — touches you once, slow. “Still so wet,” he teases. “Didn’t even need a reason.”

He pulls his hand away. You hear his belt shift. Hear his breath catch.

“You want it?” he mutters.

You nod, desperate. Ready to break for him.

“Then keep still,” he commands. “And don’t you dare cum ‘til I say.”

—

He doesn’t give you time to breathe.

Just flips you over, hands rough under your hips, and bends you forward until your chest hits the mattress and your ass is high, hot, and aching.

“You look wrecked,” he mutters behind you, voice already thick. “Still twitchin’ from getting spanked and you’re still leaking.”

You whimper into the sheets. You can feel him—hard, heavy, dragging the thick head of his dick through the mess between your thighs.

“Sloppy little hole,” he rasps. “Bet you’ll take me in easy.”

He grabs his cock, strokes himself twice, then pushes in — no warning, just pressure and stretch and that unbearable slide that makes your breath punch out of you.

“Fffuck, you’re tight.”

He bottoms out in one steady thrust, hips pressed flush to yours, one hand pinning your lower back.

“Feel that?” he pants. “That’s your spot. Right fuckin’ there.” He grinds in deeper.

You scream.

He chuckles — low and mean — then pulls back just enough before slamming in again, dick angled so deep you see white.

“God, you clamp around me like you're beggin’ to be broken.”

You try to speak, but all that comes out is a moan — wrecked and wet.

He leans over your back, grabs a fistful of your hair, and pulls.

“You take it so fuckin’ well,” he praises. “Gettin’ fucked dumb, bent over, bruised all over, and still so damn greedy for it.”

Then he starts moving. Hard. Heavy. Brutal.

His dick hits that same spot again and again, that one place that makes your legs lock and your brain melt. He knows what he’s doing.

And then—Smack.

He spanks you again, open palm on raw skin. You jolt forward on the bed, muscles spasming around him.

“Oh yeah,” he groans. “You like that.”

His free hand slides down your front — rough, hot fingers between your thighs. Doesn’t matter what you have — he plays with it like he owns it. Rubs messy circles, strokes with heavy pressure that makes you cry out.

“Gonna make you cum just like this,” he mutters. “Fucked from behind, spanked raw, touchin’ you while I ruin your inside.”

You choke on your breath. Try to brace — can’t. He’s too deep. Too relentless. The way he thrusts has your whole body bouncing, your knees going weak.

He angles up again — right at that spot — and keeps pounding it like he’s obsessed.

“There,” he grunts. “You feel that? Right fuckin’ there. That’s where I live now. That’s mine.”

Another thrust. Another spank. Your whole body seizes.

“You’re gonna cum,” he says. “I know you are. Just a few more. Just like this, pretty slut.”

His rhythm turns sharp. Cruel. Every stroke punches against that spot, his fingers working you at the same time, his voice right behind your ear now. “Cum for me, filthy fuckin’ slut.”

You do.

You shatter — back arching, thighs clenching, everything locking up as you wail into the mattress. Your release hits you hard, body convulsing, hole tightening around him in waves.

“God damn,” he grunts, as he fucks you through it, still spanking you between thrusts, still riding the edge of your oversensitive twitching. “Still squeezin. Still fuckin’ hungry for it.”

You’re trembling. Spent.

And then he goes still.

Buries himself deep. Curses low. Cums inside you with a heavy groan, dick pulsing thick while his hand fists in your hair again.

He stays there. Full weight on you. Chest heaving.

And when he finally pulls out — slow, wet, breathless — he grabs your ass one more time.

“Next time,” he pants, dragging his fingers through the mess between your legs, “I tie you up first. So you really can’t move.”

You’d say yes.

But you’re still twitching too hard to speak.

—

You’re slumped forward, cheek pressed to the mattress, body twitching in little aftershocks.

You’d think he’d stop. You’d think, after making you cum hard enough to sob and spilling inside you with a moan that left your knees weak, he’d let you catch your breath.

But no.

Not him.

He grabs you by the hips. Spreads you open again. And pushes two fingers inside— slow, thick, deep.

You jolt, let out a choked sound.

“Shhh,” he murmurs behind you. “Don’t squirm now. We’re not done yet.”

You whimper, the stretch too much after everything — still slick, still sore. He doesn't care.

“Gotta keep you full,” he mutters, curling his fingers just enough to make your hips twitch. “Can’t waste what I gave you.”

His other hand rests on your lower back, heavy and grounding.

“You took me so good. Came all over yourself like you were starvin’ for it.”

His fingers start to move — slow, deliberate thrusts, dragging against that spot that makes your thighs shake all over again.

You moan. Twitch. Try to crawl forward.

He presses your hips down, hard. “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

You gasp. He leans over your back, breath warm against your shoulder.

“I said we’re not done,” he croons. “You stay still, take my fingers, and say thank you.”

You shake your head, barely able to think.

Smack.

His palm lands on your sore ass again, sharp and final.

“Try again.”

You bite your lip. Gasp the words through a throat gone raw, “Thank you.”

He hums. Still moving inside you, slow and deep.

“Again.”

You cry it now, desperate. “Thank you—ahmn—”

“For what?” he asks.

You don’t answer fast enough.

Another thrust. This time deeper. Cruel.

“Say it.”

Your voice cracks. “F-for… fucking me. For filling me. For making me—mghn—fuck—cum…”

He groans. His fingers curl just right. “Good fuckin’ toy,” he mutters. “Took all of it. Gonna take more.”

You tremble, mind buzzing, body breaking all over again. He pulls his fingers out just enough to watch your hole clench around nothing — then pushes them back in, grinding the heel of his palm against you.

You cry out, half-pleasure, half-overload.

“Gonna milk my fingers now too, baby?” he askes. “You that fuckin’ needy?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re panting too hard.

He smirks. He can tell.

But your body’s already there — twitching around him, dripping, clenching tight as another wave builds in your gut.

You do.

“Yeah. That’s it.” His voice drops low. Nearly reverent. But still sharp. “Come on, baby. Make a mess on my hand. Let me see how good you break.”

Again.

Body locking. Breath catching. Cum slicking down your thighs while his fingers work you through it — still inside, still holding you open.

You collapse.

Shaking.

Quiet.

And finally — he stops.

Lets you fall. Presses a kiss to your spine.

Then leans in, voice low, steady. “Mine,” he whispers. “Always mine.”

And this time, you nod without hesitation.

Star Divider by @uzmacchiato

Purple Heart Dividers @strangergraphics

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[huunni]

a man who's intimate.

a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.

a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."

a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.

a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.

a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.

"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.

a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.

a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHINICHIRO! The founder of the black dragons and one of the best siblings in tr!

[wakasaz]

both wakasa and shin likes you, they even fight over you not even knowing you like them both, one day they decided to both fuck you and only after that when they go "choose one!" you finally say you love both and you want both all while you're a mess with a heavy breath for cumming so much on their cocks hear me out please

At The Same Damn Time!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Afab!Reader x Wakasa Imaushi

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, threesome, double penetration, oral, virgin shin, mean wakasa, childhood friends, I think that's everything

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ A/N: not proof read, possible spelling errors.

You're not sure how you ended up in this position. You were over at the sanos when Wakasa showed up and Shin suggested you three watch a movie. You grew up next door to Shinichiro, friends with him since you could talk and then you met Wakasa when Shin started his gang and had a few people over.

You and Wakasa were never really close. You guys would talk sure but he always seemed bored and like he would rather be anywhere else. While Shin was the opposite, always by your side trying to make you laugh or smile.

You always thought Shin was cute growing up but the older you both got the hotter he did. Wakasa was always hot and he knew it. Always had girls throwing themselves at him but recently you've really noticed how attractive he is. He let his hair grow out and added purple to it recently.

You also noticed lately Wakasa acting differently around you. He still didn’t talk much but he seemed more protective. You've noticed him throwing glares at men when walking the street just like Shin does. You've even noticed Shin and Wakasa glaring at each other recently.

Currently you are sitting in between the two on the couch while the horror movie Wakasa picked out plays. The house is quiet except for the screams coming from the TV. Shins grandfather had taken Mikey and Emma to visit some friends and ended up staying the night so the house was empty which is something rare for the Sano house. Especially since Mikey grew older his friends were always here following Shin and Wakasa around. You hadn't had alone time with Shin in what felt like forever and you don't think you've ever been alone with Wakasa.

You feel the couch shift beside you and notice Shin has shifted a little closer to you. A cigarette hangs from the side of his mouth and he blows smoke out his nose. Wakasa is on your both side a beer in one hand a blunt in the other his eyes focused on the TV but you've felt him glance at you from time to time.

Shin stretches and puts his arm around you shoulder and you hold back a laugh because he would pull a move like that. You noticed Wakasa throw a glare at Shin before rolling his eyes and mumbling something under his breath. You didn't make out all of it but you swear you heard the word hopeless.

You subconsciously shift closer to Shin as the movie plays. You jump when the killer shows up on the scream. Shins arm around you tightens but then you feel a weight on your thigh. You look down and see Wakasa hand resting on your bare thigh right next to the end of your skirt. You suck in a breath and see Wakasa looking at you. You turn your head as you feel your face Heat up.

A sex scene comes on the screen and you feel Shin shift beside you. You start to wonder if Shin is still a virgin. You know he has bad luck with girl though you never understood why he's attentive and a sweet heart. You were Shins first kiss when you two were nine. You wonder if maybe you are his only kiss. He never has girls around.

The scene continues and the female actress is topless and you hear Shin make a noise and shift. Wakasa mumbles pathetic but you glance down at shins lap and notice he is hard. Wakada had slides higher up your thigh. It's under your skirt now and you feel him squeeze then rub his thumb on your skin.

Shin leans closer to you “this is uh kind of awkward huh?” He laughs nervously his eyes never leaving the actress on the TV.

You lean closer to him laughing “ I don't know from here it seems like your enjoying yourself” you motion down to his lap and Shin goes bright red and whines your name. Wakasa looks over and is laughing telling Shin he truly is pathetic.

Shin clears his throat but then Wakasa speaks up “Maybe your little childhood best friend here would help you out if you weren't such a baby and asked”

You whip your head to Wakasa “Oh don't act like you haven't been eyeing his dick since it got hard all night princess” you feel your face Heat up. Wakasa slides his hand higher up your thigh. He's so close to your covered cunt. And don't even act like you aren't turned on by the idea princess I can feel how wet you are”

“Wakasa i think that's eno—”

“Don't act like you don't want to fuck her too Shin. I see the way you look at her and that's now how a best friend look at each other. And I know you see how I look at her too. Always glaring at me and dragging her away anytime we are alone together”

Wakasa cleans closer to your face and his hand finally makes contact with your covered cunt “do you want me to stop?” You shake your head because you don't. You've dreamed of this. Of fucking wakasa or Shin or even both of them. God you think somethings wrong with you Shin is Your best friend you shouldn't want to suck his dick.

Wakasa starts kissing your neck as he rubs you through your panties. “Just say the word pretty baby and I'll give you exactly what you want”

Shin shifts uncomfortably beside you and starts to tell wakasa to stop.

“Please” you whine and shins eyes widen

“Please what? Use your words baby”

“Need you Waka”

Wakasa smirks against your neck and pushes your panties aside and starts rubbing his finger up and down your slit before pushing into you with on then another stretching you out. You glance at Shin and see he is gripping himself through his pants, face red.

“Wanna help Shin too”

“You don't ha—”

Shin doesn't get to finish his sentence you are pushing his hands away and undoing his pants. You move so your on all fours and take Shin into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck” he moans throwing his head back

You feel your panties get pulled down and then feel a hot tongue on your cunt and the sound of Wakasa groaning behind you. He licks and sucks anywhere he can each while you take Shin down to the base gagging at feeling of him down your throat.

You feel yourself come undone on Wakasas mouth and Shin follows close behind finishing down your throat with a loud moan of your name.

Wakasa pulls away licking his lips.

“Hey Shin. I can so fuck her better than you Mr. Virgin”

Shin head whips to Wakasa and he looks pissed “you didn't have to bring that up!”

Wakasa laughs and gets comfortable back in his seat

“Okay”

Both wakasa and Shin look at you confused

“Fuck me, both of you”

One minute you are sitting there and the next you find yourself on shins lap as he pushes into you whining your name while wakasa is behind you pushing in as well.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” Shin whines as wakasa groans and you moan.

Both men bottom out and Shin is telling you how good you are taking them

“Shut up Shin the dumb slut can barely take us both” wakasa says as he slaps your ass pulling a whine from you.

Wakasa starts thrusting first then Shin. Wakasa is move aggressive than Shin. Shins gentler while Wakasa slams into you front behind over and over hitting the spot that make you see stars. Wakasa is talking Shin Through it— telling him what to do and where to touch. Shin starts rubbing your clit and you push down meeting their thrusts your head thrown back onto wakasa shoulder.

Wakasa kisses you and it's all tongue and teeth. It's not sweet it's heated and hungry while shins other hand finds your tit and starts to play with your nipple.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum” Shin whines before pulling out and spilling on your stomach. You feel yourself tighten around Wakasa before following Shin and coming undone and Wakasas cock.

Wakasa thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your ass with a groan of your name. All three of your collaps in a pile on the couch. Shin looks at the TV

“We fucked the whole movie”

You and wakasa both laugh. Wakasa clears his throat after a few minutes “so I guess we should figure out who fucked you better right? I mean I did make you cum twice” he smirks at you

Shin and Wakasa start to argue and and nose to nose while you sit there watching. Shin is yelling he did because well he knows you better and wakasa is throwing in his face you came twice from him once from his mouth then his cock while Shin came too early.

Shin is yelling about how his means more because he loves you while wakasa yells back he loves you too.

“I've known her longer so I obviously love her more!”

“that's bull shit I've been pinning after her since the day i met her! I love her more. You had your chance shin!”

Finally they both look at you

“CHOOSE!”

you look between the two “Well I've always loved shin”

Shin smirks and starts walking towards you

“But I have feelings for wakasa as well”

Shin stops dead in his tracks

“I love both of you”

Shin and Wakasa look at each other

“So we”

“Share?”

You three are sitting down again Shin on one side and Wakasa on the other. Shins arm around your shoulders and Wakasa hand on your thigh.

“I don't mind sharing but if Shin is going to come So early every time we are going to have a problem”

“Wakasa!!”

“What all I'm saying is she needs to fuck you more Shin”