#aone.love

[odetolove]

May I will give you my everything for a Mattsun and Aone drabble.

fat dicks! mentions of pain! eagerness! squirting! hehe ♡

— mattsun: can’t help it, it’s a deep and hungry ache residing in the pit of his stomach. thinks you look pretty, prettier than he’s ever seen you- and that’s saying something, because in his eyes you’re the most precious thing in the world.

so he should be more careful, should tug you off his lap because it’s not a good idea, he knows you need to be prepped to take him, you don’t know what you’re getting into.

that’s what he thinks- there’s not way you don’t know what you’re doing, dripping down his jeans, sitting your cunt firmly over the bump of his fat cock.

pleads and whines falling so pretty, gracing him, letting him know how much you want him despite never taking it. it makes him snap.

now you’re laying against the mattress, clinging onto him for dear life- asking him, practically begging him to slow down just a tiny bit, and for the most part mattsun does.

“you don’t want it anymore?” he questions, deep vibrations tumbling forth from the back of his throat- thick, heated cockhead rubbing your pulsing clit with vigor, spreading your slick- nearly spraying it all over you in messy spurts while he gives you a sweet orgasm by his cockhead rubbing your clit over and over.

“i-i do! i do!” you pant, eyes shutting closed, hands bunched into shaky fists against his chest-

that’s what he thought.

it’s a delicious tight heat- hugging his smooth and veiny cock, nearly bending from the sheer size and pressure while he pushes in, eagerly watching with lidded eyes, a careful and devouring gaze pinned to your pussy- he watches with a baited breath, seeing your little cunt stretch round him, pussy lips parting and hugging him- so so cute.

— aone: cant breathe, how can he? how can he when you’re crying under him, babbling out about how big he is, about how thick and how much it hurts.

there’s a deep panic residing in his tummy, tries pulling away, he’s tried to many times now- but your hooked legs push him against you when he does.

sweat drops down from his hairline, face pink and red blossomed down his chest while you cry under him.

aone hates how much he loves it, with a glance down, he can see the way his cock pulses, slowly, very slowly sinking into a heat and tightness that makes his knuckles go white with the grip of your hips.

“‘ts too big!” you warble for the fifth time now, and he simply nods- knowing he can’t do anything about the pain, no- not when you don’t let him go.

“c-calm down, it’s okay.” he finally groans, a low and airy, gruff timbre making you shake even more against him.

he folds his body down, reaching his mouth to tenderly kiss your forehead, taking your hands, keeping your nails from biting into the fat of your palms by intertwining both of them into his large hands.

it takes nearly an hour to finally seat himself inside, watching you cum- shake nearly in a violent state while the tip of him kisses an ungiving wall, teeth gritting down against eachother- and once again, he hates the way his cock jumps, watching you squirt all over a cock desperatly stuffed inside a too small cunt.

[odetolove]

Soulmates and reincarnation tropes, huh? So you’d like a story (or future rp 😏) containing you and Aone. Reincarnated lovers across time. No matter when, he finds you. He’s drawn to you. Whether it was your first life together a millennia ago, the first life each of you had ever lived. It was a happy life on a farm together. Nearly 200 hundred years later, born again, he finds you. A Viking pilfering an English village but when he finds you, he feels as though he knows you. He claims you as his, spoils of the conquest, but you love him immediately. That’s a happy life as well, full of love and many children. Another couple hundred years later finds each of you as Royals in the French court. A Baroness and a Duke, the marriage was arranged but the minute you meet, it’s as if you’ve known each other all along. That one ends in tragedy as the plague takes his life too young. Another hundred years and he is the captain of a ship and you are the daughter of a wealthy merchant that he trades with. Over many trips, you fall in love with one another, knowing from the first day that it was inevitable. When he finds out your father plans to sell you to the highest bidder, he takes you on his ship and sails you away with him, a life together in a new colony. All the way to now, when he is a construction worker and you, a beautiful young musician. The moment you met, everything fell into place as it always did in each life. Lifetime after lifetime, he finds you. There is never a life that either of you live that does not end with the two of you together. After all, you’re soulmates. Two halves of a whole, stardust separated and brought back together time and time again. Together for all eternity. -Aone Mod

wanted to keep this to myself but i have to put this out there so everyone can see how good of a mod i have and what a lovely writer she is because oh my god the way you managed to take us through LIFETIMES OF LOVE in just this paragraph is making meee cryyyy thank you thank you thank you thank you ;;

[odetolove]

He looks down at you, his eyebrow raising just a fraction, almost imperceptible as he mulls over your words. He does want something to drink but somehow, he doesn’t think that it would be appropriate to ask if he can have you sit on his face and wrap your delicious thighs around his head while he sucks every drop of sweet nectar out of you. When you say the words ‘came inside’, his mind takes off again, thinking about how much he wants to cum inside you. He holds in a grunt as his cock twitches again at the idea of filling you full and breeding what he just knows is a perfect little cunt. He chastised himself for immediately thinking of this when you were simply trying to be considerate and offer him a beverage. He felt filthy for the thoughts racing through his mind but he also let them run rampant. He was so transfixed on you already. He nodded.

Yes please, I’d like something to drink.

He followed you into the kitchen, looking around the house for anything else that could need fixing. He spotted some holes in a few walls, remnants of owners past and artwork no longer there. He could fix that. He noticed a creaky floorboard as he walked to the kitchen. He could fix that too. He wanted to fix everything wrong with your house and make it as safe as possible for you. He was still thinking of all the things he was going to fix when he found himself in the kitchen with you. He heard you ask what he’d like to drink and barely stopped himself in time from saying, “You.”

I’ll just have water doll. Thank you.

He walks over to the door in the kitchen and opens and shuts it a few times, listening to it squeak. He pulls some WD-40 from his tool belt and begins to lube up the hinges of the door. He calls out to you over his shoulder.

Your door is working fine Jax, just needed to be all lubed up.

Turned away from you, he can smirk at his own innuendo. He’d like to have you all lubed up, cunt soaked with arousal and split open as he pushed his cock inside you. His cock twitched once more, getting harder with each passing second, as he fixed the door. Satisfied with his fix, he turns back around and walks toward you. He notices the blush across your cheeks from his teasing words and he decides to push the boundary of client and contractor just a bit. He normally wouldn’t, but he hasn’t stopped thinking of you since he walked through the door.

He gets close to you, much closer than necessary, and reaches for the glass of water in your hand. He doesn’t step back, piercing eyes maintaining contact with yours as he brings the glass to his lips. He gulps the water down, drinking the glass quickly, Adam’s apple bobbing each time he swallows. As he finishes the water and pulls the glass away, sitting it on the counter beside the two of you, his tongue peeks out to lick the last traces of water from his lips.

Thank you Doll. I was so thirsty. Show me the other doors that need fixing.

He’s still close to you, less than a foot between you. He has to tilt his head down to look at you like this and he can’t help but think of you even lower, on your knees for him. He fights the urge to reach a hand to your cheek and caress it. He loses himself in the depths of your soulful eyes, instinctively moving even closer to you before he seems to snap out of it. His voice comes out deep and low, a whisper to remind himself of why he was actually here.

Doors.

-Aone

oh! thank you- that looked like a really easy fix… i’m not too smart with house repairs… so thank you.

oh! thank you- that looked like a really easy fix… i’m not too smart with house repairs… so thank you.

i listen to him when he speaks- just barely suppressing a squeak with how lewd it sounds. i want to hit myself for getting so riled up at the mere mention of something like lube, knowing good and well that it was just what he was doing- straightening up a bit when i see him turn and walk towards me, i stretch my hand out and give him the cup, expecting him to stay at arms length, my whole chest squeezing the closer he steps.

my eyes look up at him while he drinks- wide and transfixed at his own gaze, wanting so badly to look away, but i can’t just barely giving myself time to look down at his throat while he does. i manage to close my mouth from the surprised gape with the little space set between us, eyes widening when his tongue peeks out- blushing so badly the heat from my cheeks makes me feel too warm. the subtle step he takes closer to me feels dangerous and i squirm underneath his gaze, reaching up to tuck strands of my hair behind my ear.

he says thank you but doesn’t make a move to step back and i want so badly to touch him, his very being making me want to drop down onto my knees and let him have his way with me- dizzy with the thought of a man this big fucking me until i can’t move. he looks gentle but the aura around him is strong, and i want nothing more than to see if he could fuck me how i want, but he snaps me out of my thoughts- realizing too late that i’m wet, throbbing and undoubtedly soaked through the thin panties i have on, my dress not doing anything to help.

o-oh… door…

i respond back- moving before i even think, so set on listening to what he says- realizing deep down that he could tell me to do anything and i would, placing a hand against his chest, trying so hard to not think about the muscle underneath my shaky fingertips or how small my hand looked against his body- wondering if everything of him his big like this. i don’t know why i don’t ask him to move, choosing instead to squeeze past the tiny space between his body and the counter- pressing myself right up to him as i step past, bristling when i feel something hard- not knowing if it’s the many tools or if it’s him, his cock- but i don’t let myself think too hard on it, feeling like i need to flee on shaky legs.

i make my way to the bathroom- showing him yet another door that’s too loud and creaky, frazzled by the whole situation.

t-this one too… sorry, my house needs a lot of work done… i don’t have anyone to fix things for me and- i don’t know much.

i tell him, the whole ordeal sending me in a ditzy state- not even realizing how my nipples have hardened from just pressing up against him, thin dress not doing much to cover anything, still talking away and apologizing him for the inconvenience.

[odetolove]

He laps at you as you cum, tongue sliding easily through the slippery folds, a moan leaving his lips at the taste of you. He feels the way you’re squirming, feels your hands find his arms and squeeze. He wants to pull away, knows he must be overwhelming you, overstimulating you, but he doesn’t want to. He likes having you completely at his mercy. He likes the cries leaving your lips, the words spurring him on as he continues to clean you up, licking and swallowing every drop of liquid you produced. He thinks he could stay between your thighs forever. His tongue ghosts over your clit and he feels your thighs twitch against his face. When he hears the particularly pitiful cry leave your throat at this, he finally pulls away, sitting back on his knees. He carefully removes each of your legs from his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before easing them down.

You did well princess. Good girl.

He stands once again, towering over where you sit on the edge of the bed. His hand comes to your chin, gripping gently and guiding you to stand on shaking legs. He tilts your chin upwards, leaning down to press his lips to yours. He easily gains access to your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls back, tongue peeking out and licking your bottom lip as he does so.

Don’t you taste delicious?

He leans down, scooping you up in his arms bridal style. He carries you around the side of the bed, sitting you down gently in the center and pulling away with another quick kiss. He finally removes his shirt and his pants, only a pair of pale green boxers separating him from your view. Broad chest and arms, slight gut showing his preference for good food over the perfect physique, and strong, muscular thighs all on view now. He climbs on the bed next to you, leaning back against the headboard, stretching his long legs down the bed, hard cock nearly visible beneath the thin, cotton boxers. He crooks a finger at you, waiting for you to come closer as one hand palms his cock over the fabric. He tugs at the hem of your shirt and your skirt, eyes intense and staring as though he could see through the fabric.

I need this off. I want you bare.

He helps you remove the shirt over your head and watches intently as you unzip the side of the skirt and shimmy out of it. Finally naked before him, he admires your form. Every inch of you is perfect to him, so beautiful.

You’re so beautiful. Come here.

He opens his arms, allowing you to climb into them, adjusting your body on his lap. He bites back a groan when he can feel the heat of your cunt above his cock, your breasts pressed against his chest. He’s kept his composure this long, but it’s starting to slip. All he can think about are your lips wrapped around his cock, your hand stroking him, long licks to his balls that would have him spilling all over your face. He feels a tightening at merely the thought of how pretty you'd look covered in his cum, then he does groan at the thought of filling up your cunt as well. Grounding himself, he brushes hair out of your eyes and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, holding you close to him. His hand caresses your cheek, thumb pressing against your bottom lip. His voice is low, almost a growl when he speaks.

Tell me what you want. My cock in between these pretty lips? Or do you just want to be fucked?

-Aone

it takes moments to really fully relax, whining with each kiss and touch he places to my thighs- already fully fucking me out by just his mouth. it’s near suffocating but so very welcomed. the praise sends shivers down my spine and right then and there i decide that i would do anything to hear it spoken and directed at me once more, tongue feeling slow in my response, happy that he tugs me to my feet instead- burying my face in his thick neck for the short amount of time he has me in his arms.

when he sets me down, i eagerly tilt my body towards him before i see him strip- swallowing hard at the sight of his body, hands absolutely itching to touch and feel- there’s a tinge of fear that runs down my spine at how big his form is, knowing full and well that he could bend me in half if he wanted, but i knew he would never hurt me... maybe if i asked- but never maliciously. my body burns the second he sits next to me, turning with intent when he beckons me- nearly whining out loud at the sight of him palming himself.

yes daddy.

i breathe at his command- getting rid of absolutely everything, cheeks pinged just the slightest shade of pink at being completely naked. i fit so nice in his hold, his heat transferring onto my own skin, warming me from the outside in, shivering badly with the feel of his big cock pressed against my cunt. my eyes are wide as i look at him, still having to look up even with being draped over his body like this.

my head tilts into his touch with fervor, reciprocating each touch and kiss with a small whimper- eager and mirroring each groan that tumbled from his own mouth. i can barely think with being sat over his cock and the moment he presents me with a choice my throat runs dry.

i-i...

i breath, voice shaky and high, mouth eagerly wanting something to suck on, but the thought of fitting a cock that big makes me shy.

can i have your cock? please- i’ll be good a-and take what i can daddy... i wanna suck on it so bad.

i finally confess, heart beating loud at the thought- the opportunity to make him feel good there, and i enthusiastically take it.

[odetolove]

His thumbs slide under the waistband and grip the edges of your panties. He slides them down your thighs slowly and off your legs. He lifts your foot to place a kiss to your ankle before dropping your leg over his shoulder. He guides your other leg to his other shoulder to spread you wider, opening you up to him as he kisses his way up your inner thigh, his arms going underneath your thighs to hold them open. As he gets closer, he has a clear view of the dripping slit, open just a bit, soaked and waiting for him.

Beautiful.

His voice is rough, a growl against your skin as he sucks a small bruise to your thigh. He finally reaches the apex of your thighs and presses a kiss to the top of your slit. His fingers reach around to spread your slit open, exposing the slippery folds to him. He leans in and his tongue licks a stripe from the tiny entrance that has his cock twitching uncomfortably in his pants all the way to the swollen clit that throbs against his tongue. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking at it while he sucks. He pulls back for a moment to growl against you, desire overwhelming him. The only thought on his mind is how he wants you to clench around his tongue, cum all over his face as he enjoys the best meals he’ll ever have.

So sweet princess. Need more.

He dives in, his tongue licking at your entrance, dipping inside and swirling around as he moans into you, the lewd actions making him harder than he’s ever been. His cock is hard and his balls are heavy but right now, this is about you. He thrusts his tongue in and out of your cunt, fucking you on his tongue as his nose brushes against your clit. He moves his mouth back up, shoving his face into your folds, chin dripping, as his tongue finds your clit once more. He alternates between sucking it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, lapping at it hard with his tongue flat, and swirling the tip of his tongue against the rosey bud. As you squirm away from him, his arms around your thighs tighten their hold, pulling you even closer to his face.

Be still. Want you to cum for Daddy.

His voice trails off in a growl as he resumes his motions, alternating actions and making sure you feel good. He won’t stop until you’re clenching, gushing around his tongue and screaming his name as you cum for him. He needs it, needs to hear how much you love what he’s doing. He looks up for a moment to make eye contact with you, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit and giving you a clear view of it. He presses a kiss to your clit as he looks at you.

Cum for me.

He wraps his lips around your clit once more and sucks. Hard.

-Aone

i can only look up at the ceiling while he touches me, feeling and hearing him split me open for his gaze sends a rush of heat down my body- mewling, crying out the second his tongue touches my cunt, heart beating so loud and hard i can see it in my vision.

his lips seal around my clit and i try so very hard not to squirm away from him completely- eyes roaming from the ceiling, down to his eyes- watching while he sucks there, stars dancing in my eyes with how it feels. i clench around nothing, whining out a mixture of his name and a plead- not knowing exactly what i’m asking for, just knowing it feels too good, hips twitching, thighs trembling while he grips at me- i finally slump down thanks to his command, the need to please him stronger than anything else.

there’s tears in my eyes as i watch him tongue at my clit, hand coming down to hold onto his hair, lips pouting as i cry for more- already at the precipice of my orgasm with his big tongue licking at me like that, his sucking only further having my legs tremble, eyes rolling back at the feeling of me cumming around his tongue, hips trying to grind over the hold he has on me- gushing down onto his lips, tongue, chin, completely at his mercy- my face is red while i cum, crying out praise-

f-fuck! ‘ts so good daddy! ‘m cumming s-so much! all for you, all for you-

i sob, tummy clenching while i come down, hands looking for his arms- the same ones still wrapped around my legs, wanting him so bad.

[odetolove]

His cheeks and the tips of his ears tinge pink when he feels your lips upon his cheek. He grabs your hand after you set down the plate, squeezing gently and looking into your eyes. He imagines how easy it would be for him to get lost in such beautiful eyes. His eyes drift down to your lips for merely a second, snapping back to lock with yours once more before his thoughts turned impure. He clears his throat, his voice deeper when he speaks.

It looks wonderful. Thank you for your kindness princess.

He nods his head and pulls you closer to him. He looks down for a moment, hesitant about asking his next question. He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it and nuzzling his face against it, finding comfort in the feel of your skin against him. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he looks back up at you standing before him.

Will you sit with me? Here, on my lap while I eat. I want you close to me.

He used his other hand to pat his thigh, motioning for you to sit on the thick, muscular shelf that is his thigh. His face looks innocent but there’s a hunger in his eyes that has nothing to do with the delicious meal set on the table but everything to do with the delectable woman in front of him.

-Aone

my mouth nearly hangs open at the offer, looking down at the hand wrapped around my wrist- in the middle of telling him he doesn’t t need to say thank you when he tugs me to him, knees immediately shaking with the kiss he presses to my hand, wanting to flip my hand over and touch his face, words caught in my throat, nodding instead.

are you sure?

i question, glancing down at his thigh and back up at his mouth, deciding not to question his request, the hand not in his grasp coming up to cup his face- thumb running over the corner of his lip before smiling, once more nodding enthusiastically, heart beating heavy in my chest.

i can barely contain the blush blooming across my cheeks as i sit, looking up at him to make sure its okay still, deciding that i wanted to be able to look at him. wiggling slightly when i’m sat, shaky hands clasped over both his shoulders, shyly looking anywhere but his face, leaning forward and resting my chin on one of his broad shoulders, hoping he has room to actually eat.

i-is this okay? you’re really warm.

[odetolove]

Good thing friends to lovers exist because I wouldn’t give you up so easily princess.

-Aone

i- you wouldnt 🥺 would you fight for me ;;

that’s the best n most sweetest thing i’ve ever heard anyone say,,, i’m crying

[odetolove]

I'll get to you soon puppy. Be a good girl for me and drink some water. You'll need to be hydrated little puppy princess.

-Aone

(He wanted to say something real quick 😏)

yes sir- i’m running to get some water right now, kisses for you for taking care of me ;;