summary// you ended up realizing that making clark your lab rat would simultaneously be the best and worst decision of your relationship.
content warning// conditioning, mating press, doggy style, nasty filthy sex, creampie, clark is feral, clark has an alien dick, clark swears, improper use of x-ray vision, kryptonian breeding kink, squirting, clark is pathetic
2k words whew
with clark kent fucking you like that, you don’t think you’re making it out alive.
well, your fault for trying to experiment on a poor, farm-grown kryptonian.
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on monday, on the evening, you decided that you could begin your sick little experiment of conditioning on clark. after reading an article about it online, you wanted your alien boyfriend to be your lab-rat for it, and saw no apparent downsides to the experiment, so you went on with it.
starting with the trigger, you decided for it to be a duck emoji. weird enough for clark to be confused, not too weird for it to have him worrying like the sweetheart he is. ten minutes before you arrived home after work, you had sent him a singular duck emoji with no context or follow-up to it, which, as expected, had your poor clarkie as confused as ever. you smiled when he immediately texted back with ‘???’—success. as soon as you arrived home, you barely let him finish his questioning before pouncing on him, interrupting his sentence with a kiss he welcomed with open arms.
that night, you rode the man to the moon and back—gave him such mind-numbing pleasure that he couldn’t even bother to remember his previous confusion about the duck emoji.
and so, with the first day being a success, you repeated the process.
every day following that one, you would do the same thing—no texts or news all day, a duck emoji ten minutes before coming home, mind-blowing sex.
after a few days of repeating the process, you began to space out these encounters, opting to send the duck emoji every two to three days—a great way to keep the man on his toes, anticipating, waiting for the next time you'd send him that emoji.
then came the most awaited experiment—your greatest mistake.
it was on a friday night that you had decided tonight was the night. you had sent clark the usual duck emoji, smirking as he had immediately seen the text. however, when you arrived home, it wasn't like usual. usually, upon sending the emoji, you'd pounce on him and drag him to the bedroom. tonight, however? radio silence. well, not quite, but that's it felt to clark. you didn't give him those bedroom eyes you usually did on nights you were feeling particularly needy, you insisted on taking a shower all by yourself (he almost crumbled at that) and after dinner, you lounged on the couch to watch a tv show without even asking him to follow you! you just did!
the thing about clark kent is, he's a gentleman through and through. his ma had raised him to be one, and for christ's sake, he was superman! how could he not be a gentleman? but, he sympathizes with himself, you can't spell gentlemna without man, and clark was a man before he was anything else. a very aroused and hopelssly in love man, at that.
he stands awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, staring at you. you noticed, of course, but this wasn't unusual. clark has always had sort of weird quirks—you had always found them endearing. "is something the matter, honey?" your sirupy voice cut through his stream of thought, and suddenly his eyes focus again, gaze meeting yours.
clark has his phone in hand, and he brings it up to look back at the duck emoji you had sent. duck meant sex. you wanted this. he can indulge. you want this.
he knows you do. you sent the text, and he feels like he can almost smell your arousal and it's driving him fucking insane because he just wants to dive in it and taste it and fuck you everywhere so the entire place smells like you and-
in the blink of an eye, his phone is abandonned and he's on you, lips smashed against yours. you barely have the time to react but you do, arms now hanging around his thick neck. his hand latches itself onto your cheeks, fingers pressing into both of them, urging you to open your mouth. as soon as you do, his tongue, which was inhumanely long, snaked into your cavern, exploring its depths. he moaned at the taste of your saliva, almost melting into you as if the flavor of you was his ultimate salvation.
noticing the lack of air filling your lungs, he pulled away, his eyes softening at the sight of you catching your breath. "c-clark... what's... whta's gotten into you?" you licked your lips, face flushed. he looks at you like a puppy begging for its treat. "the emoji... you sent the emoji but you didn't... i thought..." his mind is a rush, moving at a thousand miles per hour as his entire body is begging him to rip your clothes off and take you.
he gives up, his head falling into the crook of your neck. "i just... i really need to fuck you, sweetheart." and as he's confessing this, his hand is gliding towards the waistband of your bottoms, sliding swiftly underneath it.
you think you could ascend.
you bite your lip, rendered mute at the sheer tension of the moment. "i know you want it, baby..." he scoffs, eyes closed. "can smell it."
curse him for being such a dangerously hot and multi-abled alien.
his hand makes its way underneath your panties, finger running through your slit, collecting the slick you've been trying to keep to yourself for the past hour. "ah..." you let out a low sound, almost imperceptible but clark was so hyper-focused on you that the little moan made him shudder.
he uses his forearm to push himself upwards, his hand escaping your bottoms to rush up to his mouth, and when you look at him, you gasp, feeling your walls clench.
because clark has never looked this feral.
his eyes were half-lidded and impossibly dark, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows your juices, eyes nearly rolling back at the taste. he moans, his cock twitching and growing inside his sweatpants.
"you're gonna give it t'me, right sweetie?" he asks in that low, sultry voice that he only allows himself to use when he'd rather die than not touch you.
the eager nod you gave him marked the moment you knew you were done for.
.
how long has it been? you don't know. you don't know anything, actually. your brain is fogged with how clark was pounding you into the fuzzy carpet, your eyes crossing when the buds running along his dick grazed against the ridges of your walls, the added sensation making you spasm. "f-ffuck-! clark- oh my god, ohmygod—" you can barely form a sentence, let alone link two words together when he knocks at your cervix, your tits bouncing in rhythm with every thrust.
and clark isn't even listening to you, his eyes laser-focused on the sight of his cock splitting you open repeatedly, a vein bulging on his forehead at his intense use of his x-ray vision. "look at that, b-baby... look..." and you don't even bother, too lost in the ecstasy. he sees it all though, the strings of your arousal clinging to his tip every time he pulls away, the ridged of your pussy hooking onto his buds, the contractions of your muscles.
he finally manages to pull his eyes away from the sight, only to be met with the even prettier, albeit messier sight of your fucked out face. tears and drool glossed your skin, your eyes rolled back nearly to the back of your skull, throwing your head back when clark's hips stutter against yours, a white-hot wave washing over him over the sight.
he stilled when his buds hardened and hooked onto your walls, pulling him impossibly deep as he shoots buckets worth of cum deep into your womb. "a-ah! holy sh- hmm, fffuck, baby- i- fuck!" he sobs, jerking down towards you and you moan at the feeling of him filling you up once more, droplets of his sweat dripping onto your buzzing skin.
despite his orgasm, he doesn't stop, "n-need m-moree- needa fill you up-! ah, fuck!" his voice jumps up an octave when his buds finally relax again, allowing him to keep pistoning into you. "d-don't stop, clark! please dont- oh-!" he suddenly grabs your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders before beeending down, succesfully folding you in half. his face is now slotted right in front of yours, and the eye contact is so intense you almost feel shy under his gaze.
a mating press. clark kent had you in a fucking mating press.
you get lost in his ocean blue eyes, barely able to keep the eye conatct when he fucks you almost like he hated you, digging in your pussy. "you're... you're so beautiful, honey... so fucking pretty- all f'me, yeah? all f'me?" you nod, hands pressing against the back of his head to bring him impossiby closer to you, "all for you, clarkie," you confirmed being hastily pressing his against you, imprisoning him in a feverish kiss. clark moans into your mouth, eyes closing. you jolt slightly when you feel a tear drip down on your cheek, peeling your eyes open to see clark crying.
he pulls away, gasping for air as his throat restricts. "i l-love you, love you s'much— need you so, ngh, so bad... wanna breed ya'..." he sobs, whimpering for you. seeing clark become such a slave to his love for you had an inescapable effect on you, and your orgasm was almost immediate. you came with a gasp, the pleasure being so heavy that your eyes had given up on their function, unfocusing and leaving you with the blurry image of clark's flushed expression. your back arched as cream dribbled out of your hole, creating a white ring around clark's base.
in the midst of your orgasm, he pulls out, making you whine for the few seconds your face isn't smushed against the carpet because in a matter of moments, your world tilted before you found yourself face down ass up for your boyfriend. he pressed a hand on your back, urging a deeper arch. "m'sorry baby, m'so sorry..." he apologizes for the his unceremonial behavior but his apologies fall on deaf ears as you couldn't be happier.
your hands clutch the fluff of the carpet when he slams back into you, kneading the flesh of your ass. "just... just need this. s'your fault for making me wait... so long.. to have you- ngh, gosh..." he's hypnotized by the rippling of your ass, and the way your back bends impossibly for a second each time he rams back inside you, pressing you further into the carpet.
with clark kent fucking you like that, you really don’t think you’re making it out alive.
well, your fault for trying to experiment on a poor, farm-grown kryptonian.
your moans are rhythmic, matching the pace of his hips. leaning in, he wraps an arm around you to squeeze your tits, massaging them and rubbing your hardened nipples. "so obedient..." his comment makes your walls flutter around his fat cock. he begins to roll his hips, not quite thrusting. he presses against you, making you drool. "nghhh... fffuuuck... love you... so much.. c-clark-!" you slurred, going crazy at the sensation of his buds hardening slowly again, hooking onto your insides.
"w-want your cum-! want you to b-breed me!" you egged him on, "yeah? y'want it, baby? oh gosh, i'm cumming, m'cummingm'cumming-" he gritted, spilling into you once more. "oh my god! oh god, sweetheart!" he whined, your name escaping him as his hips bucked again, releasing rope upon rope inside you. his orgasm triggered yours, drops of your release trickled down onto the carpet before his hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing furiously and suddenly an intense stream released itself onto the now soaked carpet, the intensity of both of your orgasms making the two of you collaspe in a heap.
he layed on top of you, both of you catching your breaths. "i feel so... sticky." he remarked, "shit... i ruined the carpet." you groaned, knitting your eyebrows together.
a silence settled in, before you broke it. "i'm glad my experiment worked." a beat passes before he reacts, "experiment?"
"i tried conditioning you into associating sex with the duck emoji. it worked."
clarks hums, choosing not to react any further.
a few days later, minutes after the end of your shift, you receive a text from clark.
Pairing: Bouncer!Toji x College Girl!Reader x Bouncer!Sukuna
Synopsis: You and your friends decide to take a trip to Miami for spring break to really live it up. But you’re also there to chase the bag. Miami’s nightlife is crawling with rich men and you’re prepared to suck as much coin out of them as possible. Even if it means lying, scamming and cheating. However, two hot nightclub bouncers you meet are onto your little game and when your friends ditch you for some dick and you decide to drive home drunk, they have the perfect opportunity to spring their trap. Because these two aren’t just bouncers: they’re undercover cops. How will you use your looks and pretty body to make it out of this one?
Warnings: 18+(MDNI); No Curse/College AU; Miami Shenanigans lol; Baddie/City Girl/Scammer Girl!Reader; Older Men x Younger Woman; Reader Is A Bratty BITCH; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Manipulation; Drunk!Reader; Dubcon; R*pe (cuz Dubcon); Seduction; READER MAKES QUESTIONABLE DECISIONS LOL; Public Sex; Doggy Over Car Hood; Oral (Giving n Receiving); Spanking; Pussy Spanks; CWNM; Brat Tamer!TojiKuna; Deepthroat; Facefuck; Slutty!Reader; Objectification; Piercing Kink; Tattoo Kink; Spitroast; Road Head; Car Sex; Bouncing On It; Raw Creampie 2x; Reader Cums 3x; PLOT TWIST; Shiu Kong Cameo
Word Count: 15.5k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: HAPPY SPRING Y'ALL!! And happy spring break to the college kids on here hehe. A BIG THANK YOU to @yung-notorious for inspiring me to write this with her Gojo fic! I adore her work & I know y’all will too 🥰🥰 I recommend her work if you like the whole baddie!reader thing. She's got that down pack & she EATS!! A big thank you to her for inspiring & influencing this idea!
Credits: This fic was inspired by the talented & sweet @yung-notorious & her bomb ass Gojo fic! Sukuna & Toji fanart by Kinorilima & thatsallitchief! Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @dividers-are-us! All photos found on Pinterest!
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You can't believe it. The biggest, wildest spring break of your life and you've been stranded by your girls at a nightclub...in Miami, no less!
"What the fuck?" you groan, trying not to rub your face in frustration as it's beat to the Gods with makeup and setting spray to make your skin dewy and glowy. The humidity helps with that too.
Maybe it doesn't help that you also walked off to flirt with a hot silver fox at the bar either. He had been staring you down for quite some time too—you could feel his eyes grazing up your legs, slick with oil and body glitter under the flashing pink and purple strobe lights, as you stood with your girlfriends, laughing, drinking, and recording videos for your IG reels of your wild night on the Miami strip.
But your friends knew what you were doing! They knew what was up as soon as you touched down in Miami last night! As soon as one of them suggested, “Let’s go to Miami!” for your spring break trip while chilling in your dorm, you all knew what it was all about. “Sure, I’m down,” you replied from your bed, painting a new, fresh set on your nails for the week.
“You just wanna go ‘cause you wanna get a dollar,” one of your friends had giggled, knowingly smirking at you from her spot drinking a Buzz Ball. It was a warm, chill night where no parties were happening and you three were fine just being lazy and girly in your thousand-something-dollar-a-month dorm for a Friday night.
You playfully side-eyed her, pursing your glossy lips. “No,” you scoffed. “Not a dollar, boo. I want that black card and everything!” Your girls began to giggle and snort at your joke, rolling their eyes, but you were dead serious. To pay for books, classes, food, and tuition at an ivy league school, you needed your hustles and side businesses.
And yes, you call hustling and scamming rich, horny guys out of their money your “hustle” and “side business”. Your main side hustles include an online boutique for custom press-on nails and writing smut commissions of your favorite anime characters. Your main gig, however, is working as a bartender at a ritzy bar when you’re not studying for exams and cramming for papers.
You used to do this online during your freshmen of college, selling feet pictures and lewds in your cutest bra and panty sets for a price, flirting with men behind a screen who would sent you hundreds of dollars for commissions. But when you turned twenty-one and got a job at the bar across town, all of that changed for you in the best possible way. A whole new world of dinner dates, gifts, and a plot line straight out of a City Girls song had been opened for you.
You got your first start chatting up customers at your job, flirting with the most prominent business men—from lawyers, doctors, and CEOs to blue collared men and 9-5 fellas coming off from a shift for a drink. You realized the more you flirted and flashed a pretty smile, the more tips you got. The more they kept coming in as regulars. The more they offered you drinks, dates, and their digits.
So you started going to the clubs with your friends and hitting up the best restaurants and bars. Not only to treat your girls to the nightlife with your new income, but you also wanted to fish out catches for them too! You were the kinda girl who put your pretty friends onto your game and they caught on very quickly. Soon, you three were getting the bag together.
It was fairly easy, you realized, selling men a dream and promising them something you had no intention of giving them: your heart. Your affection. You may act like it through the way you moved your body, flashed your smile, and used your mouth, but you’d never ever date any of the men you came across.
Send them a nude? Sure! Let them eat you out and perhaps give them a blowjob if you were feeling generous? Bet! If they are coming with big dollars and even bigger gifts, you’ll even let them hit. But as soon as they get too comfortable, too close, or start pulling back on the loot, you dump them.
And this is the same mindset you carried as soon as you stepped off of plane in Miami, FL with the other spring breakers looking to wild out for the next couple of days on the beach, the pool, and the best resorts and hotels. You kept this in your mind as you sat at your vanity mirror in your gorgeous hotel room complete with two beds, a futon, a walk-in closet, a whirlpool bathtub, and a balcony with a hot tub.
“So we still goin’ to the club after dinner?” one of your friends asked from the bed, strapping on her heels. Your other friend scoffed at her as she stood in her closet, choosing between two mini skirts for the night. “Of course, silly girl! We in Miami, bitch! We’re hittin’ up as many clubs as we can!”
“Mmm-hmm,” your girlfriend from the bed giggled, eyeing you as you carefully styled your hair for the Miami humidity and heat in the bathroom, wearing a pretty white robe. “Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll be out till we drop.”
“You bitches always clown me,” you tutted as they laughed, turning in the leather stool, not yet dressed since your dinner at the steakhouse was in an hour. You took that hour to make yourself look and smell like you tasted like sugar.
Your skin was soft from a fresh shave, supple and creamy to the touch, smelling of the tropical coconut bubble bath that you soaked in earlier. You got a mani and pedi two days before your trip, picking a nice pink toe and a French tip for your fingernails. You even went to get your bikini wax and although it hurt like hell, your pussy looked like a million dollars! Smooth, soft, and oh-so beautiful.
You felt like a million dollars too, excited to wear your new vacation clothes to the hottest restaurants, boutiques, clubs, and the pool: nothing but sundresses, bikinis, mini skirts, and strappy heels and sandals. You were guaranteed to pick up a few catches for the next four days in Miami.
“And most importantly, we agree to stick together, right?” you asked your friends as you turned back to pluck a hair out of your chin. “We come together, we leave together.”
“Yes, ma’am!” your friend hollered. “In a zoo like this, we’ve gotta stick together.”
“Hell yeah!” your other friend agreed. “The guys out here are big horny already! Need to make sure none of us get snatched up in a van or somethin’!”
“Exaaaactly,” you replied, lowering your tweezers and preparing to get your makeup ready. “So don’t go wanderin’ off, you two!”
But of course, your dumb, drunk ass didn’t follow your own advice or rules. Of course, you pre-gamed too much before you left for dinner. Of course, you got a cocktail at dinner and was feeling frisky. So of course, when you arrived at the beach-y nightclub and caught the eye of the silver fox, you walked away from your friends without telling them where you were headed.
Time had passed on as you flirted with the owner of a chain of burger restaurants, complimenting his short-cropped hair and indulging in his sweet compliments towards your beauty and outfit. You sat with him at the bar, legs crossed, titties popping, and the effects of the several glasses of tequila and vodka you’ve had taking over in addition to breathing in some weed smoke wafting through the air and your friend’s strawberry cheesecake vape smoke in the rental car you drove over here.
You had originally planned on being the designated driver, but that shit went straight out the window (no pun intended) as soon as you pre-gamed. You were able to sober up relatively quickly, but the fact that you were vacationing in Miami and rubbing elbows with the hottest men got the best of you. So you drank more than you should’ve.
And now here you are, looking around the same nightclub for your friends who have vanished from their spot on the dance floor. You have seen the same bathrooms with the same people in tank tops, board shorts, and mini dresses shuffling in and out. The same palm trees and lounge chairs giving the club a tropical feel. The same bar, bottles, and DJ shuffling his mixes.
You start to feel dizzy and disoriented, so you venture outside of the club, already knowing you won’t be able to get back in since you paid for entry. Nightlife in Miami is pretty strict—you have to have the right clothes, the right crowd, and the right money. The club you and your girls chose was one of those “no pay, no entry” clubs, and while annoying and ridiculous, these are the type of clubs crawling with the elite.
That’s why you dressed in the cutest outfit tonight: an ensemble of a cheetah-printed mini dress tight on your curves, accentuating each one, and highlighting your thighs and cleavage glistening in body oil and a shimmery gold glitter that makes you shine and shimmer every time you move in some lighting. You chose black Gladiator-type sandal heels that made your legs look immaculate due to the straps twining up your calves like ivy and golden jewelry. Even your makeup is set for the occasion: juicy, glossy lips, a cat eye, and shimmery highlight adorning your cheekbones.
But you feel now that all of your hardworking has gone out the window. You’ve never felt more unsexy and more irked than you do now standing in front of the neon nightclub sign glowing above you…and right beside the hot bouncer you and your girlfriends were checking out when you got here.
Very tall. Very muscular. Very hot. Rugged but not too much with the right splash of sexiness given from his inked arms, black muscle tee, black, short cropped hair, a scarred lip, and the silver chain dangling from his thick neck. A piercing in his left brow glistens like his storm cloud-colored eyes and a ring dangles from his bottom lip as he sneers at the college boy beaming at him with a very fake-looking ID from the red velvet rope. “Now you know good and goddamn well that ain’t you,” he scoffs. “Fuck outta here before I call the cops, kid.”
He only has the give the guy a look before the boy takes off running, leaving the line of spring breakers waiting to enter. You were once one of them with your girls just hours before, checking the hot bouncer out. “Is that the guard?” your friend gasped. “God, look at those arms! He’s so fuckin’ hot!”
Your other friend nodded, drinking him in like he was a tall class of water. “Uh-huh. He can carry me outta here anytime he wants.” You silently agreed, your eyes roaming over the older man’s tattoos and pecs pushing against his shirt. At some point, his eyes drifted up from checking IDs and driver licenses, and they locked on you.
You felt a hot current run through you like someone just stuck you with an electric wire. Attraction pulsed inside of you, making you feel hot all over. You weren’t used to a man making you feel this way, especially when you had so many older men on your roster already. You didn't date college boys, especially ones at your school. You kept to men in their thirties and stopped at late forties.
You couldn’t tell quite what age the bouncer was, but you knew he was much older judging by his deep voice when you finally walked up to him with your girls. “Evenin’, ladies,” he crooned, but his eyes stayed dead on you. “Got an ID for me?” His grey irises then glazed over all three of you, appearing to be checking you all out. “Sure…Toji,” you purred, reading his name tag. “We have that and more~”
You heard your girls titter behind you as you dug into your purse, smirking as you felt Toji’s eyes laying on your tits. You were so glad you glazed them with body glitter to make them sparkle earlier before dinner. You finally found your driver’s incense and handed it to Toji, smiling brightly at him. But your smile fell when he pulled a sour face. “Sorry, sweets; we don’t take expired licenses. Ya got your ID?”
“I, uh…left at the room,” you lamely admitted. You had only realized it at dinner, but you weren’t carded once even while you were ordering alcohol. You didn’t think getting into the club would be a problem. “So she can’t get in?” your friend asked. “C’mon, Mr. Toji, we swear she’s twenty-one!”
Toji quirked a brow at the name, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Yeah! My birthday is on my college ID, here!” You practically shoved the ID at him to which he peered at the smiling, bright student with your university printed underneath. He stared at it then at you, peering through your soul like a dad trying to get a lie out of his kid.
You knew at this point that you had to up your game. “Can’t you just accept this one time?” you asked, peering up at him through your lashes. “I’d really appreciate it.” You stuck your tits out a bit more and flashed him a smile, flirty and pretty. The same smile you flashed at every man you wanted something out of.
Toji didn’t look like he’d budge at first, still examining your college ID. “First time in Miami?” he asked. You and your friends nodded, silently praying he’d give in. Finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes into his head, and handed you back your ID. “You’re lucky that you’re cute. But if you leave, you gotta pay again to get back in.”
You resisted the urge to squeal with victory, biting your lip as you eyed the bouncer. “Yes, sir,” you replied, your tone sultry and sweet. “Thanks for bein’ so sweet, Toji. See you later?” He didn’t reply, but the look he gave you said a lot as he let you pass the rope. As you walked on by, you felt his eyes on your ass and smiled to yourself.
Now you feel no kind of sexiness or seductive energy as you stand here now, irked beyond hell with the booze only fueling it. Toji sees you standing there with your phone just as he lets a gaggle of college boys inside the club. “Hey, you good?” he calls over to you. You glance at him, noticing his concerned expression. “Yeah, m’fine, thanks,” you slur out all in one breath.
You don’t pay any attention to him as you begin to furiously type out yet ANOTHER text your friends in your group chat. The last one you sent was ten minutes ago.
You: Where the fuck are y’all???
*Delivered at 11:09 PM*
You then resort to calling one of them, impatiently tapping your heel on the pavement. “C’mon, bitch, c’mon,” you mutter. Beeeep! “This caller’s mailbox is full!” the voice of the robotic bitch cheerfully announces before the call dies. You cuss, wanting to break your phone into little bits out of pure anger.
Now they’re just not answering their phones. You picture them in a car, pool, or hotel somewhere, kissing on hot men and hopping on dick while their purses lie somewhere in the cut, their phones abandoned…and you as well. You feel forgotten, standing in your nightclub best, phone hot with your new catches’ phone numbers and your wallet fat from—
“Hey there.” You startle, turning to see Toji standing there, practically towering over you. He wears a disarming smile to try and ease your nerves, but with men, you never know. “Hey, girl, you sure you good? Anythin’ I can help ya with?” You scowl at him, the alcohol making you less tolerable. “I told you that I’m fine, thanks,” you firmly reply. “And I’m not a girl; I’m a grown ass woman.”
You try to inch away from him, but you nearly stumble, having to grab onto his arm for balance. He lets you, watching you in amusement. But the bouncer just chuckles. “I saw from your ID. You just turned twenty-one a month ago. Happy belated.” You snatch your hand off of him, trying to mask your arousal at how hard his muscle felt under your fingertips. “Thanks.”
You look down at your phone again, checking the text. Still not read. “Actually, maybe you can help me,” you say, clearing your throat. Awkwardly, you turn to Toji who looks 100% smug that you actually acknowledge that you need his assistance now. “You seen two girls in a zebra mini skirt and a tiger-stripe dress? I can’t find ‘em.”
The reason you and your friends matched themes tonight is because it was supposed to be easier to find each other throughout the night. Too bad that plan went to shit. “Yeah, the girls you came in here with, right?” Toji asks, furrowing his brow in concern. “You can’t find ‘em? They left you here?”
He is working that sexy jaw as he pops some gum, the scent of mint wafting through the air.“No,” you reply with a huff. “I just can’t find ‘em. This club is crowded as fuck and the strip is—“
“Toji!” a rough, rasped voice suddenly yells, scaring you and half the crowd. Toji ran a hand over his face, immediately going back to dealing with the rest of the line of people like he hadn’t taken a break to chat you up. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Here comes trouble.”
When you twist around to face this “trouble”, you swear that you start shaking in your heels. This bouncer is just as tall as Toji, maybe even a few inches taller, practically looming over you as he stomps towards you in his black boots. He has the same black attire as Toji, the bouncer uniform, his muscles pushing against his black tee and cargo pants like he pumps iron for a living. Even his pink, spiked hair can’t take much away from how fucking scary he is.
His arms and neck are roped in ink and piercings embedded in his ears, right eyebrow, and bottom lip (fucking snakebites, your weakness) glisten in the Miami moonlight, giving him a forbidden, almost dangerous look to him. But it isn’t just the muscles or tattoos that get you shaking: it’s his eyes. Crimson as blood just drawn, accessing the area as he storms up to the velvet rope, completely ignoring your presence as he glares at Toji. “You botherin’ with the girls again?” he grumbles, putting his hands on his hips. “You keep it up and you’ll end up on the watchlist, ya perv.”
His eyes then trail down, down, down to you, making your heart pound and your skin sweat in the humid air. “Who’re you?” he demands. His tone is rough and totally out of pocket. Instantly, your attraction fades…just a smidge. His cologne doesn’t help the situation. “Y/N. Who’re you?” you shoot back, raising a brow at him.
Toji chuckles, already knowing some shit is about to go down. “That’s Sukuna, my partner and someone who definitely needs a heavy dose of happy pills.” He grins at the pink-haired bouncer as he opens the club door for two girls wearing matching pink mini dresses that could pass for swimsuits too.
Sukuna is still staring you down, a toothpick moving around in his mouth. You ignore the flash of metal in his tongue (and how much it makes you throb when you imagine feeling it somewhere down below). “You tryin’ get in, girly?” he gruffly asks. “Got an ID on you?”
“Nah, she’s tryin’ to look for her friends,” Toji answers for you. “They left her here.”
“They didn’t leave me!” you snap, glaring at the bouncers who only look amused at your feistiness. “I just can’t find them. I was at the bar, looked, and they were gone.” Which isn’t entirely true, but you don’t dare show it. “So you two ain’t seen ‘em at all?” you ask, crossing your arms over your bosom, unintentionally pressing your tits up for more of a view.
Toji shrugs, looking somewhat apologetic. “Nah, sorry.” Meanwhile, Sukuna scrunches his nose and crosses his beefy arms over his big chest. “Fuck I look like? A babysitter?” He pauses, tossing his toothpick away. “I got enough trouble dealin’ with y’all drunk kids when the club closes.”
You grit your teeth, irritated with this jerk. He may be hot, but he’s also disrespectful and annoying. “I’m not a kid,” you growl. “I just turned twenty-one. What are you, fifty?” Toji snorts into his hand, failing at stifling his laugh, while Sukuna sizes you up with a hot look. “Can’t imagine why your girls left you,” he sarcastically replies. “You seem so sweet.”
You feel your blood boil at his sharp remark, but you don’t let your anger get the best of you. The last thing you need is to fight a bouncer and get arrested for assault…but if he keeps playing, he’ll end up getting hit with your shoe. “Listen…Sukuna,” you hiss, looking at his name tag. “I’m just tryin’ to find my friends. And then I’ll let you get back to your stupid minimum wage job, how ‘bout that?”
You turn to him fully, hand on your hip and glossy, plump lips pursed in a way that he can’t keep his eyes off of. You can see his simmering irritation, but you also see the way his eyes are glued to your mouth; your tits; your neck. You can’t keep your eyes off of his tattoos or the way his Adam’s Apple bobs, your anger slowly simmering down to lust.
“Alright, alright,” Toji says, putting an end to your bickering. He places a big, tatted hand between Sukuna and you, creating a barrier. After sharing a look with Sukuna, the pink-haired bouncer sniffs and busies himself getting buck with club-goers while Toji deals with you.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but we really ain’t seen ‘em. They might still be in the club or they could’ve went back to your hotel.”
“Or they left with some dudes to get some dick,” Sukuna adds, side-eyeing you and you return it with a glare. “What? I’m just bein’ real about it.”
You are beyond annoyed, both by your friends’ actions and the bouncers’ lack of help. Anything could’ve happened to your friends and they don’t even care! “Sooo neither of you can look at the security cameras?” you scoff.
Toji pulls a face that looks like that grimacing emoji. “Nah, that’s more for security hazards, like theft, shootings an’ shit. Not for drunk posses gettin’ broken up.”
“But this is a security hazard!” you argue. “They could’ve gotten kidnapped or drugged o-or—“
“Whoa, whoa, Ivy League, chill!” Toji cuts in, stifling a smirk. “You’ll give yourself a damn heart attack. I’m sure they’re both fine and just chillin’ with some guys. They’ll pop up again.”
His lips then stretch into a smile that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. “In the meantime, you can chill with us. We’ll keep you safe.”
Sukuna’s blood-red eyes skate back over to you, making you shiver. “Thanks but no thanks,” you grumble. “No offense, but it would look weird for a college girl to hang with two old guys she doesn’t know.”
“Ain’t that what you were doin’ already?” Sukuna asks, raising his pierced brow at you. “I saw you at the bar with that old prick in the blue suit. Looks to me you were quite cozy.” You scoff at him, realizing that you’ve been watched by the bouncer right under your nose. “You were spying on me?!” you hiss, alarming the crowd and definitely causing a scene. The bouncers barely react, still looking amused at your outburst. “When I get back to my room, I’m gonna make sure I report you, you old—”
Brrring-brrrring!
You gasp, realizing that your phone is ringing in your purse. “Saved by the bell,” Toji chuckles. “You might wanna get that, sweets.” While his back is turned and he’s busy helping Sukuna with the rest of the clubbers, you dig into your bag for your phone and check the caller ID. It’s your friend! Thank God and the inventor of phones! “Hello?” you gasp when you answer.
The sounds of blasting Cardi B music and rushing wind hits you dead in your eardrum.“Heeeey, baaaabe!” Your friend slurs into the phone. “Giiiirl, where have you been?! We’ve been lookin’ all over for yoooou!”
You try hard to relax, but your anger builds the more you hear the music and male laughter in the background. Is it possible your friends really did leave you for dick? ‘Like what you left them on the dance floor for?’ a critical voice in your head whispers.
“Da fuck you mean where have I been?!” you angrily shout. “Where the hell are you two?! I’ve been lookin’ all over for you! You just left me here!”
“No, we didn’t!” your friend argues. “You walked away from us and we tried lookin’ for you, but then we—”
“Damn, you on the phone instead of kissin’ me?” a male sultry voice asks. It is deep and seductive, even turning you on while you’re on the other end. “Turn the music up, Satoru,” another sexy male voice orders, this one deeper. “This cutie back here said this is her shit.”
Then you hear girlish laughter, the very obvious soft, wet smacks of a make out session, and the music getting amped up to the point where you have to scream into the phone. “Who the fuck is that?!” you gasp. “You two left me for some dick?!”
“Who’s that?” one of the males—sounding like this “Satoru” guy—asks. "Another friend? Tell her to come through! Me and Suguru got room for more!” You pinch your sinuses, feeling a headache coming on. You can’t believe this is happening to you. The more you picture your friends chilling in a car with these hot strangers, the more you feel your irritation boiling.
“Well, we were lookin’ for you and called your phone, like, a dozen times!” your friend argues. "Then we met Satoru and Suguru and they’re goin’ to a pool party, so…” You pauses, laughing. “Toru, stooooop!” she giggles.
You pinch your nose harder, nearly digging your French tips into your skin as the headache pounds harder against your skull. “Bitch, how am I supposed to get home?” you ask, exasperated. You already know buying an Uber will be through the roof since the block is hot, never mind that you live fifteen minutes from the club.
“O-Oh, girl, you’re b-b-breakin’ up!” your friends says, her voice coming out static-y. Suddenly, the call cuts and it drops, leaving you alone once again. You resist the urge to crash out, feeling nothing but violence. “Well, that didn’t sound good,” Toji deadpans with a whistle. “Y’know, if you’re really in a pinch, I could drive you wherever you need to go.”
You scowl at him, wondering if he’s deadass suggesting something so reckless. “I don’t get into cars with men that I don’t know,” you scoff. Sukuna catches your answer and glances at you, chewing some gum he probably slipped out of Toji’s pocket. “Wasn’t you just about to do that with an Uber?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now with the way you glare at him. “I don’t need to fuckin’ explain myself to you,” you hiss. “You’re just the bouncer. Shouldn’t you be doing your job?”
Like clockwork, a college frat tries to move past Sukuna’s neglectful eye, only to get a hand in the chest. “Aye, no buttin, asshole,” he growls. “Back of the line or I’ll move your ass for you.”
Unbeknownst to you, Toji is still watching you while you open the Uber app. Just as you suspected, it’s $40 for one trip…and that’s just with a 15-minute wait! Beep-beep!The sudden honking of a car grabs your attention and you turn to see the line of cars coming up in valet parking beside the club venue. Right where you came through and parked your rental hours ago.
“I hope you ain’t thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’.”
You twist around, finding Toji watching you closely with his arms crossed over this beefy chest. “Excuse me?" you sharply ask. He replies, barely missing a beat. “The last thing you wanna do is get behind the wheel of a car drunk, ‘specially in Miami. Trust me: you’re better off with that Uber.”
You gape at him, not believing the balls this man possesses to be telling you shit. “I need you to tell me anything,” you scoff. “You’re not my father.” With that, you turn on your heel and stomp off…well, really stumble since you can hardly walk in your heels. You shouldn’t have drank as much as you did.
You know that if you can hardly walk, you can’t drive either. Though you’ve driven drunk before, it was only from frat parties; your dorm has always been right up the road. The risk of getting arrested or possibly wrecking is high here. But…you also don't want to spend all this money getting an Uber and face the humiliation of leaving your pretty rental at the club to pick up tomorrow.
“Fuck it,” you huff to yourself. So what do you do? You push all logic to the side and try your luck at the valet.
After conjuring some willpower and straightening your back, you slowly strut over to the young man standing by the white Range Rover you rented specifically for this trip, wanting to ride in style. As soon as he sees you, his eyes widen and he looks starstruck, staring dead at your tits. And like an idiot, after a purr of a thank you and offering to buy him a drink sometime, you get your keys AND his number with no intention of calling.
As soon as you get your keys, dangling with a bedazzled Kuromi and cherry keychains, in addition to the rental pod, you hop in the driver’s seat, slide your heels off, and place your purse on the dashboard before getting comfy. “Okay, bitch, relax,” you whisper to yourself. “You got this. It’s just a five-minute drive. You know what you’re doing! Just take it nice and slow…”
Slowly, you put the key in the ignition, start the car, and begin to slooooowly peel out of the valet to drive around the club. You gasp, quickly ducking as you ride by the two hot bouncers, not wanting them to see you. But they’re too busy arguing with three guys a head shorter than them about getting in the club.
After a few minutes of driving as slow as possible, you’ve successfully made it away from the club and you’re still in one piece. You’re on the street now, about ten minutes away from the hotel. The lights are bright. The AC is cranked up high. Everything feels okay despite the cars driving in back, in front, and beside you.
You giggle to yourself, feeling proud and giddy over how easy this is. “Fuckin’ assholes,” you mutter, referring to both the bouncers and your friends. You’ll tear your girlfriends a new one when they get back from hopping on dick, that’s for sure.
That’s when the sound of your favorite Kehlani song blasts from your phone as you get a call from one of your friends. “Speak of the devil,” you murmur. But as you reach for it, the bumpy road causes it to slide across the dashboard and on the floor. “Fuck!” you yelp. But as you reach for it, keeping one hand on the wheel, you accidentally drift to the left and nearly knock into another car.
HONK-HONK!
“Fuck out the way!” a driver hollers as he speeds past you in his pickup truck. You gasp, quickly sitting upright and gripping the wheel with an iron grip. Your brain begins to go into hyperdrive as your phone keeps ringing from the floor. ’Pull over, bitch!’ your subconscious screams at you. ‘Are you trying to get yourself killed?’
Only problem is that this road has no room to pull over. The street is hot with cars and you can’t seem to focus enough to shift after nearly getting into an accident. You feel panic set in as your phone continues to ring, your fists clenching the steering wheel. To make matters one hundred times worse, you begin hear police sirens. They are distant at first, somewhere behind you in the lane.
But then the cars begin to part and you can see the flashing red and blue lights. They get closer and closer until the squad car is behind another car, the sirens making you ears hurt. Then you realize it: they’re after you. “Oh, shit,” you whimper.
Horrifyingly, the car behind you shifts into another lane, leaving the squad car to drive right behind you. You can’t see the driver or passenger’s faces in the rearview, the lights too bright and blinding. Then you hear the dreaded echo of a radio speaker, and a deep, rasped, and vaguely familiar speaking into it: “Driver in the white Range Rover license plate #T00G00D4U. Pull over now or you’ll be subject to arrest.”
You’re the driver in the white Range Rover. You’re the one with that license plate which made you specifically rent this car for your trip. He’s talking to you. You clench the wheel, terrified, and your brain begins to sober as fear takes over. You can’t believe this! You haven’t been chased by the cops EVER in your life!
Another harsh honk makes you jump and you see that the police car is right on top of you, damn near peeling the paint. “Okay, okay!” you shout, putting your hand out the window for the officers to see.
Quickly, you turn the first corner you see down a semi-deserted street where there is nothing but gates and palm trees hidden behind a hotel and a strip of condos. The only audience you have are drunk college kids who are too busy indulging in their own conversations to pay much attention to you. At least you have witnesses if something goes wrong.
You pull over on the side, heart about to fall out of your ass and chest rising and falling as you gulp down deep breaths. You try to tell yourself to stay calm, to be focused, that everything will be okay. But when the police car parks behind you and the passenger’s side opens, you feel your blood run cold. What if you go to jail tonight? What if everyone back home finds out? What if you lose everything you’ve worked so hard for? You don’t know what you’ll do if you’re expelled from such a prestigious school.
Maybe you can still take off, you deliriously think. Maybe you can act like you’re having seizure or something. Maybe—
Knock-knock! The rapping of a fist against your car window stops you short from thinking of a stupid ass escape plan. You gasp, startled, and turn to face the officer…only to see the familiar face of one of the club bouncers from earlier, scarred lip and all. “You?” you hiss.
Toji smirks at you, dressed in the blue police uniform with the hat, tool belt, and badge that.“Me,” he chuckles, peering at you through the open window. “Evenin’, miss. I told you to get that Uber.” He sighs like a disappointed dad and takes out a notepad and pen. “License and registration please.”
He looks at you expectantly and firmly when you don’t do what he says ASAP. “What is this, a fuckin’ joke?” you scoff. “You’re not a cop! You’re a bouncer!” But his uniform looks pretty damn real to you; even the gun you see in its upholstery at his belt. He pauses, frowning. “Are you refusing to give me your license and registration?” he asks. You say nothing, still staring at him in shock, trying to figure out if you’re hallucinating or not.
Toji sighs and pulls out his walkie talkie, pressing a button before speaking into it. “Callin’ for backup, Ryomen.” His grey eyes shift to you, making your heart pound. “This one is bein’…difficult.” He then gives you a wolfish smirk that makes your blood run cold.
You see the driver’s door to the squad car open behind you and another officer gets out, just as tall and menacing in his black boots as Toji is. He comes walking up to your car, whistling as he does, and comes around to the passenger’s side where a harsh light shines into your car. When you turn towards the shining light, placing a hand over your eyes, you are met with the crimson irises of Sukuna.
He, too, is wearing a police uniform with a toothpick dangling from between his pierced lips. “Typical,” he scoffs. “I knew you’d do some dumb shit like this. College girls like you always do.”
You gape at the both of them surrounding your car, still in deep denial about your current situation. “What is this, some kinda joke?” you snort. “There’s no way you two are actually cops.”
But Toji tuts, placing his hands on his narrow hips. “Oh, on the contrary, sweets; this is realer than realer. Nothin’ funny about this or drivin’ under the influence.”
“See this, smart girl?” Sukuna mocks, popping the collar of his shirt, showing off the gold police badge stuck to it. “This here is a very real uniform, a very real badge…” Clink. Your eyes widen as he yanks the pairs of metal handcuffs from his belt, dangling them at you. “And very real handcuffs.”
Despite the alcohol still making your head fuzzy, clarity begins to rip at the edges of your drunken state little by little. You sit there, frozen, unsure of what to do. Toji makes the decision for you, nodding at the door handle. “Out of the car, miss.”
“You’re joking,” you whisper, still in denial. Then Sukuna jumps in, rougher and more aggressive than his partner. “Did he fuckin’ stutter? Out of the car.” Not wanting to push this anymore than you have, you slowly step out of the car, stumbling slightly in your heels. Toji shuts the door for you.
Sukuna joins him, the both of them towering over you like mountains while you stand there, humiliated, hugging yourself tight. “Got calls that you were swervin’ around the road, not to mention you got in this rental totally drunk.” Sukuna scowls at you, sizing you up. “Did you know it’s a crime to drive under the influence?”
You stay quiet, your glossy lips in a slight pout as you stare the officer down, your stubbornness still licking with a vengeance. “He asked you a question, sweets,” Toji says, his tone blunt. “I suggest you answer him.” You lower your eyes from Sukuna’s piercing gaze, staring down at your pretty, painted toes. “Yes,” you begrudgingly sigh.
Sukuna sighs as if he was hoping you wouldn’t say that. “Where’s your license and registration at?” You tell him that your bag fell on the floor to which he fishes it out. Despite your irritation at him digging around in your shit, you bite back your harsh words and let him get your license out of your wallet. Sukuna examines your license, rolling his toothpick around in his mouth. “License expired two months ago. Better get that checked out. Now where’s that registration?”
“It’s a rental,” you murmur, referring to your ride. Sukuna raises a brow at you, his gaze glowering. “Damn, you rented this ride and you’re drivin' around in it drunk?” Toji scoffs. “No offense, ivy League, but your priorities are mad fucked up.”
“But a girl tryin’ to score clubs for some loot usually has fucked-up priorities,” Sukuna adds. You glare at him, especially when he keeps your purse, letting it dangle off of his big arm. “What the fuck does that mean?” you hiss.
The two bouncers/officers share a humored look, finding you adorable. “In case you ain’t piece it together yet, we’re undercover,” Sukuna explains. “We pose as bouncers at that club ‘cause it’s a hotspot for crime: shootings, fights, and drunk drivin’.”
Though your heart begins to accelerate as realization hits you, you refuse to give in. You won’t submit to these pricks and let them ruin your night. Then, like clockwork, you get an idea. A horrible, drunken, messy ass idea that may just get you arrested anyway…but it’s worth a shot.
“Okay, fine,” you sigh, raising your hands in defense. “You got me. I’m a bad girl and I won’t do it again, officers. Can I please go now?” You stare at them both through your lashes, putting on the charm that you know is irresistible to all men.
If either of them are hooked onto your charm, they don’t show it, looking unamused and somewhat irritated (especially Sukuna). “After some field sobriety tests, sure,” Toji replies, his eyes locked right on your face. His gaze is intense as if he’s looking straight through you, seeing the scared girl there beneath the sexy clothes and flirty attitude.
You fight to stay cool, calm, and collected, keeping focus on your freedom. “So if I pass, am I free to go?” Toji nods, slipping a pen out of his belt. “If you pass ‘em. Now pay close attention to this pen.” You nod, inching closer to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his big body. “Yes, sir,” you purr, eyeing the ink lacing his knuckles. “Nice tattoos.”
Toji ignores your statement, but you notice that his Adam’s Apple bobs. You bite back a little giggle, feeling emboldened and oh-so smart. This is a walk in the fucking park! At this rate, you’ll make it out of here in no time!
….But of course, that’s just the shots talking.
Each test you do is like a game to you and it starts to test the officers’ patience. When Toji instructs you to watch the moving pen to test your eye movement, you keep staring at his neck and tattoos. When Sukuna instructs you to walk in a straight line while counting to ten, you turn around and “accidentally” flash him and Toji a peek of your ass.
“Whoops!” you giggle, pulling down the hem of your dress riding up onto your hips. “Forgot my dress is short!” Sukuna isn’t amused, rolling his crimson eyes, his jaw tight as a drum. “Sure, you did. Just do the steps, college girl.”
You cluck your tongue at him, picking up on the derogatory tone. “So mean,” you coo, staring up at him through hooded eyes. "What, a college girl come and break your heart, Officer Ryomen?”
You say his last name slow and sultry, making Sukuna’s eye twitch. “Don’t push it, girl. Start from ten and walk in a straight line.”
You smile, feeling like hot shit, and begin to sashay down an imaginary line in the street, counting as you do. You stumble a bit, nearly tumble in your heels a few times, and even miss some numbers so the officers have to fill you in. Through it all, you keep your walk slow and sexy, feeling your ass jiggle in your dress with every step you take, knowing that the officers are watching.
Finally, you turn and walk back to them, titties bouncing and smiling confidently. “Did I do good, officers?” you purr. The officers share discouraged expression and look back at you, unswayed by your antics. “So you’re gonna arrest me now?” you laugh, placing a hand on your hip. “But I did every test!”
“And you failed ‘em all, sugar,” Toji dismissively replies, jotting something down in his notepad. “You can barely focus and your coordination is fucked. You get on the road again, you’ll kill somebody or yourself.”
That’s when you see Sukuna’s hand inching towards his cuffs. Quickly, your mind flips into fight or flight mode, racing for a diversion. So you decide to stupidly turn up the heat and stare up at the officers pleadingly. “There has to be something I can do to make you rethink this,” you say, your voice soft and sultry. “Please…I’ll do anything you want. You really wanna take me to jail?”
You bat your long, soft lashes. Stick out your chest. Inch yourself towards them so they can smell your perfume. Suddenly, their expressions soften and you feel a spark of hope. “Anything?” Toji ponders, raising a brow at you. You grin, pleased with yourself. “Yes. Anything that you—”
Clank.
You gasp, finding the metal cuffs interlocking your wrists behind your back. Sukuna stands behind you, working them tight around your wrists. “That ain’t gon’ work on us, sweetie,” Toji huffs. “Sorry to break it to ya, but we ain’t dumb. We’ve had plenty of girls flaunt their mama gave ‘em tryin’ to get out of jail.”
Sukuna sneers at you, looking disgusted at your tricks. “Don’t play dumb either. We know exactly what you’re doin’, ya little freak.” He wraps a hand around your elbow, keeping you still, and you resist the urge to fight against him with your wrists back. “Tryin’ to seduce a cop to get out of an arrest. How predictable.”
He stares down at you, his eyes glistening with mirth. He’s enjoying this. “Y’know, we’re liable to add a charge just for that, right?” he snickers. “In addition to your side quests at the club.” You gape at him, confused, until Sukuna tosses Toji your purse. “Give it back!” you gasp, incensed.
“Ah-ah,” Toji tuts, wagging a finger at her. “Not when we’ve got probable cause to search it. Not when a couple of guys from the club were missing their dollars after chattin’ you up.”
Suddenly, it feels as if all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. “What?” you squeak. “I-I don’t know what you—”
“Don’t lie,” Sukuna growls, his grip on your elbow tightening. “I was watchin’ you with that old geazer at the club. When his back was turned to order you a drink, you slipped $100 out his pocket.”
Toji nods, digging into your wallet and flashing you the wad of money that got increasingly bigger after your romp at the club. “Mmm-hmm. Not to mention the other male patrons puttin’ in reports about stolen goods. We had a hunch it was you.”
You feel your blood run ice cold as Sukuna twists you around, forcing you against the hood of his squad car. You feel his big, calloused hands adjusting the cuffs, his minty breath fanning the back of your neck. “That’s why we got put undercover,” he bitingly whispers. “To bag any scammin’, lyin’, cheatin’ college girls who think they can just fly to Miami and snatch a bag just because they want to.”
You feel tears prick your eyes, humiliating pricking your skin. Now they know your secret. What if everyone else finds out too, in addition to your DUI? ‘Oh, damn,’ you think. You’ve dug yourself a deep hole that you can’t get out of.
“So theft, DUI, soliciting sex with an officer, and resisting arrest…” Toji pauses, his fingers grazing the little camera attached to his belt. "All on body camera. That’s four charges on your pretty hands, mama. You sure you wanna keep goin’?” He gives you a mocking smirk, making you want to spit in his face.
But instead, you feel the tears build. “I can’t go to jail,” you lament. “If my parents and my school find out, I’ll lose my scholarship! I’ll get kicked out! I’ll lose everything!” The situation has sobered you and you just now are thinking about the consequences of your actions a little too late.
The officers are less than persuaded, barely even blinking as Toji comes to open the back door to the cop car. “Please don’t do this,” you beg as Sukuna yanks you up, making you stand up straight…and brush against his groin. Maybe it’s just your imagination, but it feels a lot stiffer than you thought. Is that his belt buckle? Maybe his gun or taser?
You have no time to think before Toji is waving you into the backseat. “Just doin’ our job,” he inanimately says. “Now c’mon, bad girl.” Sukuna releases you, watching you as you do the walk of shame to the car. Toji comes behind you, loosening the cuffs a bit for you so you don’t get markings. “I won’t make ‘em too tight like Kuna,” he murmurs. “Don’t wanna rough ya up…but somethin’ tells me you like that shit.”
He brushes up against you then just as he gently pushes you into the backseat. He feels hot and hard, but you can’t focus on it for too long when you’re in the cop car, reality hitting you like a slap in the face. “Watch your head, girly,” Sukuna says. “Don’t let the door hit you.” He pauses, his eyes rolling over you cuffed in the backseat. “I don’t recommend a nap; the road is kinda bumpy.”
Toji smirks as he stands next to his partner, muting his walkie talkie that buzzes and crackles on his hip. “She can handle it…can’t you, doll?” And maybe it’s your imagination, but you think you see him wink.
Then he shuts the door, leaving you to quietly sulk and rethink your life’s choices, praying to God that tonight will end.
The ride isn’t as bumpy as Sukuna said it would be…but maybe that’s just because you fall asleep during the ride.
You didn’t think it was possible at first, but the alcohol catches up with you, in addition to you crashing after such an adrenaline rush earlier. Before you fall asleep, you catch snippets of the officers’ conversation: calling a tow company so your rental will be at the station; fingerprints; a possible mugshot, etc.
The only reason you wake up is because Sukuna neglects to drive into a pot hole. The car shakes and you startle awake, still cuffed and still in hell. You look around groggily, finding nothing but an empty street ahead of you. “Where are we?” you ask. “Is this where the station is?”
Neither of them answer. “Turn right here,” Toji says, his hand dangling out the window, a cig between his fingers. Sukuna glares at him, gripping the wheel with one hand. “I know where the fuck I’m goin’,” he growls. “Stop drivin’ from the passenger’s side, bitch.”
You gape at them from the backseat, your blood pressure spiking. You don’t know why you feel so weird, like something is terribly off. When the car cops to a stop, you peer through the window at your new surroundings: you’re under a highway standing beside the empty, serene shores of a beach.
The dark, frothy waves crash against the soft sands and mossy rocks, the sounds of them accompanied by the cawing of seagulls and the hum of cars above you on the bridge.
Everything is quiet, including the officers. You stare at them, petrified. “What is this?” you ask. Again, they don’t answer. Instead, Sukuna cuts off the engine and steps out of the car with Toji. The black-haired officer comes around to your door and opens it, his grey eyes glittering in the moonlight. “Out of the car,” he orders.
After unbuckling you, you tentatively step out into the balmy air, hands cuffed. You are shaking in your club best, scared out of your mind. You feel tears burn in your eyes, blurring your vision. How could this all go wrong so quickly? Why did you have to be such a money-hungry bitch and leave your friends?
Toji leans against the car, watching you intently and smoking his cigarette. Smoke billows from his plump lips and hits you in the face, making you cough a bit. “So here’s the plan, sweets: we’re not gonna arrest you.”
You scowl at him, utterly confused. “You’re not?” You look at Sukuna who just sits on the hood of the car, arms crossed. Watching you ever-so seriously.
“Nah,” Toji replies, smirking. “You caught us on a good night and you seem remorseful, so we’ll let’cha off the hook…but only if you’re a real good girl for us tonight.” His smirk grows, crossing villain-like territory. “Or a real bad girl, I should say. You said you’d do anything for us. Right, ‘Kuna?”
His grey eyes slide over to the pink-haired menace, as do yours. You watch with uncertainty as Sukuna silently rises from his spot, takes three strides towards you, and grips you into his body with one yank of your elbow. You squeak, terrified…until he presses his mouth against yours.
His kiss isn’t nice either: it’s rough. Possessive. Forceful. “Mmph!” you gasp, angered. Abruptly, you pull away, glaring. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
His crimson eyes narrow, his grip possessive. “Takin’ what’s owed to me. You think you can get out of this without givin’ us somethin’ in return?” The big, fat moon glistens in his eyes, making his lustful stare even more intense.
You can’t even attempt to protest, your throat dry as sandpaper. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doin’, baby cakes,” he hotly growls. “Showin’ that ass off. Stickin’ those tits out at me. Betcha did the same thing with those other geezers.” He pauses, pushing himself into you, making you feel the hard, hot throb of his cock that you felt earlier. He’s hard.
You silently gasp, aghast by this. Usually, you’d be a lot smugger, but something about these two assholes, as sexy as they are, getting rock over your drunken, seductive antics is shaking you to your core. Aren’t officers supposed to be immune to this type of bullshit?!
Sukuna’s hand circles around to grab your ass just as Toji comes up behind you, his hands sliding over your arms. “You know you want this, baby doll,” he murmurs. “We want it too. Can’t you feel it?” You can, pulsing and throbbing into you at both ends, their cocks chubbing against their pants.
You are trapped between them, unable to go anywhere. You are nervous and uncomfortable…but also aroused; you can't deny the throb that has formed in your pussy, warm and pulsing. “You said you’d do anything for your freedom,” Toji continues, his lips at your ear. “So prove it. You show us a good time and let us use that pretty body.”
His big hands slide over your sides while Sukuna cups your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You see nothing but molten lust there, bubbling like volcano lava. You swallow hard, knowing that you can’t escape this or talk them out of what you’ve caused. “What will you do?” you whisper.
Sukuna smirks at your determined expression, tilting your chin up farther to stare into his red coal-like eyes. “Whatever we fuckin’ want,” he replies. You shiver at his response—whether out of fear or arousal, you aren't too sure. It is all combined, swimming inside of your belly, making it flip and jump like you’re on a rollercoaster.
“But you’ll love it, darlin’,” Toji adds, pressing a kiss to your neck. “We promise. We know you like it rough, but we wouldn’t dare hurt you. We don’t bite very hard.” He steals Sukuna’s thunder and turns your cheek to face him. “Just kiss me and find out,” he murmurs, the scent of mint gum and his cologne wafting off of him.
Maybe it’s all of that or the tequila shots or the Miami heat, but whatever it is, it makes you close the gap from his lips that are just inches from yours. He never moves; he lets YOU take that opportunity, proving to him how much you want it.
Unfortunately, Toji’s kiss is like magic—his mouth is sweet yet rough, his tongue tasting of whiskey and nicotine. You find yourself getting addicted to him the more his soft lips move with yours, gently suckling on your tongue.
When he pulls away, he latches his lips onto your bottom lip, pulling it back into place. “Not bad, baby girl. You’re a good kisser.” He gives you a smirk, his eyes trailing down to your dress. “I can tell that I am too. Those nipples are sayin’ hi to me.”
You look down, finding your nipples embarrassingly poking through your dress. “I-I’m cold,” you stammer, still stubborn despite all odds. His smirk grows, amused by your bratty streak. “Aww, poor baby. We’ll warm ya up, won’t we, Kuna?”
He then proceeds to kiss you down, his pierced tongue swirling with yours, while Sukuna busies himself rubbing his hands over your tits, hips, and ass. He gropes you like you belong to him, squeezing all the right places. You gasp as he grips your chin, yanking your face towards him and tearing you away from Toji’s drugging kiss to give you his own.
Sukuna kisses roughly and possessively, smashing his lips against yours, his cold metal snakebites pressing into your chin. You taste tequila on his tongue, spiking the sloppy kiss. “Don’t act like you don’t want this,” he gruffly chastises you against your lips. “You were eye-fuckin’ me hard outside that club.”
Toji hums in agreement, his thick fingers tickling your sides as they slide up to your shoulders. “Me too. I’m shocked you ain’t fall to your knees and whip my dick out to suck.” He pauses, yanking down the straps to your dress. “Wouldn’t mind that right now.”
“Uh-huh,” Sukuna exhales, pausing to suckle on your bottom lip, leaving you gushing in your panties. “Same here. She needs that smart ass mouth filled with somethin’.” He takes your palm, pressing it against his hard cock pressed against his pants. You swallow, your stomach flipping at the feeling of how hard, hot, and big he is. “So you like my smart mouth?” you find yourself quipping.
Sukuna’s eyes flash with a wildfire that excites and frightens you, making Toji chuckle. “Mmm, don’t push him, baby. Sukuna knows how to tame the brats.” And you start to believe it when Sukuna roughly hikes your dress up over your hips, right around the same time Toji successfully pulls your straps down to expose your tits and pierced nipples.
“Shit!” Toji hisses, staring in awe at all you have to offer under the moonlight, including your creamy thighs holding your soft, pushy pussy between them. But that isn’t what gets him swearing: it’s the fact that you’re wearing—
“A G-string?” Sukuna tuts, his brows raising an inch at the sight of your asscheeks looking plump and succulent from the tight string thong. “You fuckin’ little slut.”
SMACK!
“Ow!” you gasp, jumping as Sukuna’s big hand comes down hard across your ass. You can’t give him an earful though because suddenly, he is forcing you towards the cop car and forcefully bending you over it, his hand flat on your backside. You squeak, taken aback by the sudden move. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls, pressing his hard dick against your ass bent over the hood. “Keep that mouth shut. Don’t play with me.”
Despite your stubbornness and irritation, you do as he says and brace yourself for another harsh hit. But even as you mentally prepare yourself to feel that sharp sting across your ass, nothing prepares you for when you actually feel it.
SMACK!
Shockingly, you moan at this one. Though Sukuna is a hard hitter so his assault stings like hell, it also goes straight to your pussy, making it throb annoyingly in your thong. “Ooooh, you like this, huh?” he chuckles, smugness in his tone. “Naughty girl likes gettin’ spanked, hm? Not surprisin’ at all.”
SMACK!
“Bet this is all you need to whip ya into shape. Make you into a good girl,” he whispers.
SMACK!
“You just needed a nice.”
SMACK!
“Hard.”
SMACK!
“Spanking.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“S-Stop!” you beg through tears, feeling them burn in your eye sockets. “I-It hurts!” You grip the chuffs holding your wrists, your thighs shaking and pussy dripping at the lick of fire across your asscheeks. Sukuna begins to rub and pepper your ass in wet kisses, soothing some of the burning sensation from your skin. “Aw, it hurts, pretty girl?” he mockingly coos. “But you’re takin’ it so well. Bet you can take this dick just as good.”
“C’mon, Sukuna,” Toji says, but his voice is breathless with arousal. “Let her breathe. We ain't even get to that pussy yet.” You feel his fingers pinch your thong, pulling it back and snapping it back into place like a sling shot. The sharp sting against your skin makes you squeak, earning a laugh out of him. “She already gave us such easy access,” he chuckles.
SNAP!
“H-Hey!” you exclaim when you hear the very-obvious sound of your G-string snapping when Toji yanks it off your body. He smirks, shoving the tiny, wet fabric into his pocket, freeing your soft, plushy, puffy pussy lips from the last thing protecting it from the officers’ lustful eyes and the humid air.
Sukuna groans as he ruts himself against you through his pants, rubbing himself against your bare ass as if it’s there for him. “What could that be, babydoll, hm?” he asks. “A nice, big pistol stickin’ in your back?” He claps a possessive hand on your ass, gripping it, making you whimper.
“I’ve got one too,” Toji jokes, taking your cuffed hands and placing them right on his bulge. “Right here, baby,” he says through a shudder. “It’s ready to shoot up your club.” Sukuna glares at him, sneering in disgust. “Never say that shit again. Just plug her mouth up while I’m back here.”
Toji grins an evil grin that glints in the moonlight, watching his partner lay his palms flat on your ass and prying them apart. You whimper as you feel him duck down between your thighs, open that mouth up, and—
“O-Oh, fuck,” you gasp, instantly rearing yourself back to sit on his face as much as possible. You’re not shocked that Sukuna is good at eating pussy—a man with as much mouth as he has usually is. His tongue is wicked, sliding along your wet folds, prying them apart to caress your clit. He does so slowly, tantalizingly, driving you to frustration and impatience. “Dammit, don’t tease me,” you hiss, earning a harsh smack on the pussy.
You squeak at the assault, your clit jumping as his palm smacks it. “Don’t tell me what to do,” Sukuna growls as he pries your asscheeks apart farther, making you whine. “You must be forgettin’, little girl: you don’t have a say in this anymore. I do what I fuckin’ want. Tonight, I own this pussy.”
SPANK!
“Ow!” you exclaim, flinching at another smack on your pussy. Sukuna gives your asscheek a scrape with his teeth, making you flinch. “Shut up,” he demands. “You knew what you were in for when you decided to seduce us. Just who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” Then he dives right back into your pussy, sucking on your soaked lips, making them glisten in his spit.
You moan and whine at the feeling he gives you, your sounds wafting in the summer air. “You’re so cute like this, mama,” Toji murmurs, giving you a sloppy kiss as his big hand cascades down your stinging ass, soothing the fiery sensation from Sukuna’s spanks. Sukuna is less gentle, instead opting to give your pussy a couple of smacks as that tongue gets to work.
You can’t run or hide or squirm when Sukuna presses his thumb against your asshole as he continues eating your pussy, his soft lips and tongue caressing your slit. You moan against the cold metal hood of the cop car at each long lick that he gives you, prying your lips open to slurp you straight from the source. It’s too intense, each stroke of his tongue and press of this thumb against your hole quickly making you soaked. “A-ah, fuck!” you gasp aloud. “Shit, slow down!”
But he doesn’t. He doesn't even listen to you, licking as much as he wants without end. “Man is starvin’, ain’t he?” Toji cackles, palming himself as he watches the lewd scene unfold before him. “Mmm, but you can take it. You’s a big girl, right?”
Click-click.
Your body freezes at the sound and you find yourself staring up at the barrel of a gun. ‘Da fuck?!’ you think, your heart plummeting into your chest. Toji smirks, cocking his head at you as he presses the cool barrel of the gun against your wobbly lips. “Suck on it, mamas,” he coos. “C’mon now, you know exactly how to put those lips to work. I know ya do.”
With no choice in the matter, you open your mouth and allow Toji to slowly insert the gun between your glossy, wet lips. And you suck. No matter how afraid or how much your body is fighting against it, you bob your head up and down as if you’re sucking a cock, hollowing your cheeks along the cold metal barrel. “Atta girl,” Toji teasingly drawls out. “Open that throat for Papa.”
You whimper around the gun as Sukuna’s tongue toys with your cunt, making you sobbing wet, the cold metal ball of his piercing tickling your clit. You can’t tell if any of this is against your will anymore. You seduced them, right? You were willing to do whatever you could to get out of an arrest, right? The lines are becoming blurry now. Nothing makes sense anymore.
“Enough of this shit,” Sukuna growls, the vibrations traveling up your pussy. “She needs to suck on somethin’ else now.”
Toji huffs, but fortunately takes the gun out of your mouth now slick with your spit. “So impatient. Whatever happened to foreplay?” You see him reach for his belt, unbuckling it, and then snatching his zipper down.
Then out comes his cock—hard, thick, and curved at the tip. His stomach is sinewy with black hair, traveling down towards a sexy happy trail and some heavy balls full of cum. “Want somethin’ else in that mouth, mama?” he whispers, a hot smirk adorning his lips. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead pressing his cock against your lips and pushing forward.
You let him enter, having no choice but to do so, keeping your teeth behind your cushiony lips. Toji groans as he slides into your hot, wet mouth, making his home there. “Ahhhh,” he exhales. “That’s it, babe. Such a pretty mouth on you when you ain’t complainin’.”
He begins to rock his hips forward, fucking your mouth while Sukuna tongue fucks your cunt, even sliding a finger against your clit to stroke it while his tongue invades your hole. Your eyes grow watery from the pleasure and Toji’s big cock stretches out your mouth, making your jaw ache. “Yeah, you like it?” he asks, his voice heavy and breathless. “C’mon, you know what to do with a nice, big dick, I’m sure.”
He pulls out and slaps his heavy cock against your tongue, making a wet plap-plap sound as he does before sinking back in deeper, making you nearly choke. Sukuna’s tongue is invading your pussy, making your quivering walls and each muscle even more tender and sensitive from his relentless tongue-fucking. “But wait!” you wail around Toji’s dick, desperately panting and wailing from Sukuna’s mouth.
And then Toji is sinking his cock deeeeep into your throat, silencing you with wet choking and gagging as your throat flexes around the foreign object in it. “But nothin’,” he growls through his teeth, his eyes grey slits as he watches your hot mouth wrap around his cock. “Nothin’ but you takin’ the rest of this dick. C’mon, mama, don’t you wanna please me? I could be the reason you go home tonight.
His chuckle is almost evil as he fucks your throat like it’s a fleshlight, his hands indulging in your soft hair and ass, smacking the beautiful globes as Sukuna greedily laps at your cunt. His soft lips and long tongue caress every single part of your pussy and clit, alternating between slurping at both, drinking you in like a starved man.
It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to rise to the surface, forcefully so. Sukuna can feel it in the way your pussy tightens around his moving, swirling tongue as Toji groans, plap-plap-plapping away at your mouth. “Hold it,” the pink-haired officer growls, sending vibrations throughout your pussy. “Tell us you’re ours and you can cum. Don’t you dare fuckin’ disobey me.”
Gasps and moans leave your lips, your fingers and toes curling at the pleasurable sensations and the sheer willpower it takes for you not to cum. “Tell us, mama,” Toji moans, tapping your chin with his fingers. “Tell us that this pretty body is ours and we’ll make you cum as many times as you need to.”
And you do. Despite the fury you feel at giving into them, it feels too damn good! You’ll do anything it takes to just cum. It is too much for your body to hold on and not release. “I’m yours!” you sob, gripping your cuffs for dear life. “I promise I’m yours!”
Your beautiful voice crying out for them both is enough to make both men stick their cocks in you and rail you until they fill you up. Finally, you are graced with a nut after you commit the ultimate sin and sign of disrespect to yourself. “Do it,” Sukuna growls into your pussy. “Cum for me.”
It takes a while to build, but once it does, it comes crashing down like a house of cards, washing over you as Toji grips your hair and fucks your throat. “F-Fuck, that almost made me cum!” he groans. “C’mon, Sukuna, get inside her before I take your spot.”
Sukuna glares at his partner from behind your ass, slurping up your honey as you twitch in his mouth. “Not unless you want a cap in your ass.” As you continue to moan around Toji’s cock and your pussy continues to cream, Sukuna quickly tears himself away from you and slides his cock inside of you without warning.
You let out a high-pitched yelp at the sudden stretch just as you are in the throes of your intense orgasm. You nearly bite down on Toji’s dick from the sudden sensation, making him hiss. “Jesus, girl, watch the teeth,” he huffs.
Sukuna leans down to nibble on your ear, his teeth catching your earlobe. “Gotcha,” he whispers. He grabs your hips, digging his nails in, and proceeds to slowly rock into you, giving you both a chance to get used to each other. Unfortunately for you, he feels good. Horribly, sinfully, disgustingly good. The way he stretches out the velvety, wet walls of your pussy and creates sloppy, squelching sounds whenever he thrusts add to the tingles of pleasure in your core that grow with every passing second.
Sukuna grunts in your ear, overcome by how tight and wet you are. You grip him like a vice, tempting him to get closer by gripping your ass with one greedy hand while the other toys with one of your juicy tits squished against the car hood. Toji watches on, pulling out and pumping his cock with one fist in your face. “How’s she feel, partner?” he asks, his tone husky and low.
Sukuna’s hooded gaze briefly meets his before falling back down to your jiggling ass. “Fuckin’....fuck,” he groans.
Toji tosses his head back and laughs as if that was the funniest shit he has ever heard. “I knew it was a good idea to catch you tonight!” he guffaws, giving your ass a hard smack as Sukuna continues to pound your pussy against the car hood. “I knew we’d come across you again.”
“It was only be a matter of time till we met again,” Sukuna adds, wrapping a hand around your throat. “And now here we are.” He squeezes, causing you to let out a wheezed gasp as he sinks his cock in deeper, his balls slapping against your clit. “C’mon, fuck me back. You’ve gotta work for that nut and your freedom, slutty girl.”
You do your best to rock yourself back, only causing him to fuck you harder. The sounds of his balls slapping your clit and your ass colliding with his thighs echoes throughout the quiet Miami air along with your moans and his and Toji’s deep groans and grunts. You’ve never been fucked like this before–so rough and ferocious.
No man could ever fuck you and make you feel such a way or take you out of yourself. “Oh, my God!” you bellow around Toji’s cock, losing all composure. Sukuna chuckles, massaging your throat as he continues to plow your pussy just right, nailing that spot that makes you see stars over and over again. “Thanks, but not quite, baby,” he sniggers. “Guess the dick has got that brain goin’ stupid, huh?”
Toji cackles, massaging his cock head against your soft, juicy lips and panting, drooling tongue. “Stupid is a nice look on her,” he comments, chuckling. “You look so pretty takin’ cock, sugar. Ain’t this better than hoppin’ on some college kid’s cock? Or takin’ some old geezer in a bathroom stall?
You don’t respond. You can’t. The act of talking has completely left your brain as the officer behind you fucks your pussy off of its hinges, grabbing your ass for leverage. His fingers dig into the flesh of your butt cheeks, the sting of it mixing with the pleasurable sting you feel from his cock repeatedly plunging in and out of you.
You can tell that he is close when his moans start increasing, getting louder, and his cock starts swelling inside of you. “Take it,” he hisses into your ear. “Take this shit. Just like a good girl should!” And without warning, he finally blows his load inside of you with a loud moan that triggers a second nut. You gasp as you feel a warm shot of his cum enter you, filling you up, while you shiver and shake through the currents of your orgasm, moaning wantonly.
Sukuna purrs–actually purrs–as he nuzzles his face into your ear, nipping at your cheek with his teeth while your pussy squeezes and flexes around him. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers, still softly groaning as the rest of his spunk escapes him and enters you.
Once exhaustion and post-nut clarity kick in, he slowly slides out of you, emitting a weak moan from both of you. His cum drips from your pussy and down your thighs, making them slick. Toji smiles at you, looking proud. “Not bad, mamas,” he chuckles. “I was sure he fucked you out of your mind.”
And he did. You are so dizzy, dazed, and disoriented that it feels like your head has been dunked underwater. Your eardrums are throbbing. You’re in need of air despite your lungs filling with it every time you inhale to catch your breath. And yet, you’re cum drunk. Dickmatized. Sukuna did something to you. “More,” you whine. “I-I want more.”
Toji looks shocked at first but then breaks into a shit-eating grin as he looks at Sukuna, happy as a clam. “Fine by me, baby,” he chuckles, tapping his dick against your tongue before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I need to get my nut too. Let’s sit her down; her legs are gonna give out.”
Minutes later, you find yourself straddling Toji’s lap while he sits in the open passenger's seat, his pants down and his cock slapping against your sobbing pussy. Your thighs are spread wide for him and Sukuna’s viewing pleasure as he stands before you and Toji, one hand up on the car roof while the other is tweaking your pierced nipples, pulling on the studs till you whine.
You whine and moan like a bitch in heat as Toji’s fat dick massages your pussy, stroking along your slit, nearly sinking it but not quite. Toji teases you, grinning as you desperately grind your cunt against his stiff cock, desperate to take him, but it’s hard to do so when your wrists are still cuffed behind your back. “You want this?” he whispers. “You want Papa to fuck this pussy and make you his good girl?”
“Yes, please!” you moan into the night sky, not caring about anything anymore but fucking and cumming. “God, Papa, please fuck me! I need you to—”
Without waiting for you to finish, he slides his hard cock inside of you. Your eyes squeeze shut as he fills you just as Sukuna had, stretching out your wet walls and tenderizing your cunt. You can’t take it. It’s too much. Your pussy is about to burst!
“Hey.”
Sukuna taps your cheek with something hard, hot, and throbbing. When you open your eyes, you see his cock out now—big, thick, veiny, and pierced with three studs starting from the underside of his cocked and traveling up. “Look at me,” he demands, his handsome face flushed, his top unbuttoned to show off his tattoos licking his pecs, abs, and pink happy trail. “You look at nothin’ but me while my partner fucks that pretty pussy, got it?”
You don’t answer. You can’t–not while Toji is deeply filling your pussy with his cock, plunging in and out of you, drawing weak moans and sobs out of your tired, aching body, bouncing you up and down on his dick like a little bunny.
Suddenly, Sukuna’s cock head is pressed against your lips as his hand wraps tightly around the base, pumping himself in your face. He hovers above your head, his balls hanging down to lightly brush against your nose as he strokes himself away using your throat to the sight of Toji fucking you dumb in in his lap. “Fuck, that pussy’s amazing!” the black-haired officer moans. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ nut soon.”
“Shit, me too,” Sukuna grunts, pulling out and desperately slapping his cock against his hand to stop himself from spraying his load. “This girl’s throat is tighter than her pussy.” But you need it. You need their cum like you need air, wanting to get drunk off of it. “Do it, Daddies,” you moan. “Cum for me. Fill me up please!”
Toji takes that personally, using you as a personal fuck doll to get himself off, the sound of the car seat squeaking as he thrusts up harder, faster, making your tits bounce with every rough thrust. “Shit, I’mma cum! I’m gonna fill you the fuck—”
Brrrring! Brrrring!
Both the officers look like they just witnessed a murder as Sukuna’s cell phone begins to ring in his pants. “Shit, that’s probably the station callin’!” He snatches it out, glares at the caller ID, and passes it to Toji as he continues to fuck your throat. “Answer it; I’ll keep her quiet. She can’t say shit around this dick.”
Toji glares at his partner, slowing his thrusts but still fucking you nice, deep, and slow. “I have to answer it?” he scoffs. He rolls his eyes and grips you tight against him as he answers the phone, clearing his throat. “Officer Fushiguro,” he answers. “You’re on speaker.”
Which means this man can probably hear the sound of these two officers filling both of your holes and turning you into a personal toy. To your surprise, you kind of like that freaky shit.
“Toji? It’s me, Shiu. I can only imagine you’re busy since you didn’t check the caller ID first.” The officer—Shiu, his name is?—sounds knowing and tired as he speaks from the other end. Toji chuckles, sounding shockingly normal despite still fucking your guts out and filling your pussy up. “My bad, Shiu. I got preoccupied.”
He smirks against your sweaty cheek as he reaches around to rub your throbbing clit, making you whine around Sukuna’s pulsing dick. “What’s up? You need us there?”
“Yeah, we’re swamped with spring breakers and need more people,” Shiu sighs. I know you and Sukuna left earlier, but the club closes in about an hour.”
Toji nods, biting back a grunt as you tighten around him, squeezing his cock in the most forceful hug ever. “Roger that. We’ve got our own spring breaker to bring it too.” He pauses, winking at you while Sukuna gives you a toothy grin. “She’s quite remorseful though.”
“Uh-huh,” Shiu replies, sounding like he knows just what’s up. "I’ll see you three back here then.”
When he hangs up, Toji kisses your neck, feeling your muscles tense. “Relax, baby, you’re not under arrest. Nothing’s goin’ public, so unclench that pussy…actually, don’t.” He groans into your shoulder, suckling on it as he fucks your pussy again, jackhammering up into it, massaging your G-spot and making you see the entire galaxy.
“No, do,” Sukuna growls. “We need to get outta here.” He looks enraged as he pulls his hard cock out of you, shoving it back into his pants like nothing happened. Toji groans in frustration, slowing his thrusts but never pulling out. “Dammit! And I was just about to nut!”
So were you—you can’t help but feel a pang of sexual frustration and temporary insanity at being denied another orgasm.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sukuna huffs, dressing himself. “There’s always the ride there.” He gives you a hot look and a smirk as he stares down at you, the promise of more fun in his eyes. “You up for the challenge, babes? I’m sure you’ve given road head and pussy before.”
Toji softly chuckles, the sexy sound traveling straight to your belly, making it flip. He nuzzles his nose into your neck as his cock continues to slowly thrust in and out of you, making you teeter on the edge of an orgasm.
And against your better judgment, you agree to get back in the car—because the fuck you look like getting stranded at the beach and not getting another nut out of it?—and have the two officers drive you to the station this time.
And when you do, they use you. Take you. Make you cum in the thirty minutes it takes to drive back to the station.
First, they take turns using your mouth, gripping your hair and letting you use that hot, wet mouth with that skillful tongue and plush lips on their cocks. Toji crawls into the backseat at some point and spreads his thighs wide, leaning against the car window as he watches you bob your head up and down his stiff dick, making him groan, hiss, and swear.
“That’s a good girl,” he sighs, loving how your wet mouth feels massaging him. “God, mama, you were gonna give this mouth away to just ANY rich dude tonight?”
Sukuna takes his turn, using one hand to place on your scalp as you stroke your mouth up and down his length. He swears and grunts as your saliva trickles down to his balls, staining his pants and drenching his balls while Toji plays with your pussy, licking his thick fingers and sticking them in your dripping hole. The sensations make him swerve around the road, causing him to put on the flashing lights and sirens to alert people that the cops are coming through…and cumming through.
And you do this all with your hands still cuffed, using your neck and jaw like your life depends on giving some bomb ass head. It is less than easy since both Toji and Sukuna are so goddamn big, but it helps you make your pussy nice and slick.
Finally, Toji has you sit in his lap and jackhammers inside of you in the passenger’s seat, finishing what was rudely interrupted. You are a moaning, whining, wailing mess, your legs wide open, dress hiked up on your thighs, heels pressed against the dashboard and Sukuna’s lap while he reaches over to toy with your pussy. He rubs your clit with two thick, wet fingers while he steers the car with the other, alternating between staring at Toji fucking the shit out of you and on the road ahead.
With every thrust of Toji’s hard, throbbing, pulsing cock, you know that you will never be the same after tonight. Toji digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, pinning you open, drilling his cock into you with every intention of shooting up your club. “Shit, mama,” he exhales in your ear. "Keep this shit up and we may just keep ya.”
“Bet she’d love that shit,” Sukuna grunts, his naked cock stiffening against his thigh out of his fly. “Bet she’d love to be kept and locked up so she won’t have to deal with these rich, horny bastards, wouldn’t you, sweets?”
You only whimper in response, your head lolling back against Toji’s shoulder, his cologne filling your nostrils, making you drunker. The officer’s grey eyes roll to the back of his head, showing the whites of his eyeballs, as his thrusts become harder and fast paced. “M’close,” he warns. “‘Bout to fill this pussy up. C’mon, cum with me, mama.”
Your moans fill the cabin of the car he rails you harder, faster, making your tits and tummy jiggle with the force of his fucking. Sukuna rubs your clit faster, telling that your close from the way you begin to gyrate in Toji’s lap, desperate to reach your peak. Finally, with a moan louder than Sukuna’s, Toji explodes inside of you, releasing rope after rope of cum inside of your pussy.
You can’t help it: you cum too. Sparks of electric pleasure shock you from the inside out as your pussy tightens and flexes around the hard cock inside of you, drawing your third orgasm out of you. Seconds later, Sukuna forces your head over to suck on his cock and gives a guttural groan as he busts another load down your throat, coating it in his spunk.
You look in his eyes as you do it, allowing him to slip the head in and gently fuck your mouth, letting his cum settle onto your tastebuds. Meanwhile, Toji is pushing the rest of his load inside of you, soft grunts leaving his lips, quite possibly knocking you up. Maybe Sukuna did too. There was no condom. But you find that you can’t find it in you to care right now.
Finally, Toji slows his thrusts and pulls his cock out of you, causing his cum to leak from your cunt and drip down your throat, coating them in his glistening, sticky spunk. He leans back into the carseat, his toned body dripping in perspiration. “Nice job, babes,” he pants. “Consider yourself a free woman. You’ve convinced us well.” He gives you a smirk, a playful glint in his grey eyes. Sukuna chuckles, slipping his now-flaccid cock out of your mouth.
You slump against the glove compartment, breathing heavily, feeling sticky, heavy, and exhausted. “Hey.” Tap-tap. You feel Sukuna’s hand lightly smack your cheek, making you weakly open your eyes. “You good, baby?” he asks. “Talk to me.”
Somehow, you find the willpower and energy to speak: “Y-Yes,” you stammer. Sukuna looks pleased with this, moving your fucked-out hair out of your face. “Good ‘cause we’re here. Gotta get you home to your girls so you can tell ‘em all about your night, don’t we?”
Toji chuckles as he helps you sit up and squeezes you against him as if he doesn’t want to release you. To your surprise, he unlocks the cuffs from your aching wrists just as you pull up to your destination…but it’s not a police station. You’re back at the nightclub, parked around back so the gaggle of club goers and spring breakers exiting the venue can’t see you stumble out of the cop car.
Toji slips you off of him and helps you out, his rough, calloused hand gripping yours. “Lemme help ya,” he says, pulling down your dress and wiping your mouth for you. You keep a hold on his hard bicep, feeling unsteady, sweaty, and sticky.
You need a hot shower, a blunt, and a bed…but before that, you need answers. “We’re back at the club?” you asked, utterly confused. “Why?”
You get your answer when the back door opens and another officer comes walking out, looking rather haggard yet still very handsome with his thin mustache, masculine features, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. The name tag above his gold badge reads “Kong Shiu”. He pauses at the sight of you three and places his hands on his hips. “Well,” he deadpans. “Guess you two had a joyride.”
“Oh, definitely,” Toji cackles, palming your waist as he squeezes you against him. “This one is good to go, Shiu. She’s all yours. Thanks again for lettin’ us take a spin.” You turn to Toji, confused and worried, a gut feeling that something isn’t entirely right making your stomach twisting.
“Don’t worry, doll,” Shiu says, his deep voice soft and assuring. “I’m gonna take you to where you’re stayin’ at. I’m sure these two fuckheads put you through the wringer.” He sighs, shaking his head. Freaky ass men, aren't they? Roleplayin’ as cops to catch some ass.”
Suddenly, your entire world stops and you feel like you’ve just been dipped in ice water. You are terribly sober now and completely aware of this big ass plot twist. Sukuna smirks as he gets out of the car, knowing that you know what is going on now. “Oh, you really thought we were real cops?” he snorts. “Guess we’re just that good.”
“Nah, baby,” Toji chuckles, crooking his finger under your chin. “We just like to have some fun every now and again with chicks like you…but you were by far the best.” You stand there frozen, completely in shock, realizing that you just let these two lying-ass bouncers fuck you raw and use you like a fleshlight all for nothing.
Sukuna sheds his uniform like it’s nothing, stopping at his pants and shoving his shirt in Shiu’s hands. “Hope you learned your lesson, doll,” he murmurs in your ear as he passes you. “Come back again while you’re here if you need to get fucked by a real man again. Here’s your purse back.” Then he’s gone, disappearing into the club.
“C’mon, Toji,” Shiu says, making an impatient come hither motion with his hand. “Gimme my shit and my ride. You need to clean up that damn club.”
Toji rolls his eyes but coughs up his shirt too, stopping at his boots and pants, leaving his impressive muscles on display. He gives you a cheeky smile as he passes by you, not-so-subtly pinching your ass as he does. “Thanks for the fun, mama,” he whispers. “Till we meet again next spring break.”
Once he’s gone, Shiu invites you back into the cop car, tossing the used shirts in the backseat while you sit in the passenger’s seat, the scent of sex evident. Shiu acts like he doesn’t notice it as he slides into the driver’s seat, sighing as he tosses his cig out of the window. “Where we headed?” he asks. You tell him the address of your hotel and sit back in your seat as he drives off, taking you away from tonight’s events.
“Soooo they told me to let you off the hook for your crimes tonight,” he explains, eyeing you curiously as pulls away from the club. “So what exactly did a gal like you do to get out of an arrest tonight?”
You say nothing, instead digging into your bag for your phone. It is blowing up with texts from your friends wondering where you are. You slip your phone back into your bag only to find a slip of paper hidden between the money you snatched tonight in your wallet. You take it out, finding a scribbling of Toji and Sukuna’s names and cell numbers on them.
In case you decide to be a bad girl again on your little trip. -xxx
To your surprise, your lips stretch into a smirk and you slip the paper back into your bag. “Just did what I could,” you answer, turning to look at Shiu as he says it. He is already looking at you, his brown eyes glittering with a light that isn’t professional or friendly.
“Damn,” he sighs, hooking an arm around your seat as he cruises down the street with one hand. “Wish I coulda been there. Both them motherfuckers always get all the fun with spring breakers.”
I think I speak for everyone in this fandom when I say that we need Black writers back in the writer’s room.
The Black writers for seasons 1-2 of IWTV were Ben Philippe, David B Harris, and A. Zell Williams.
These are the men responsible for providing substance and depth to the Black characters in the first two seasons, mainly Louis and Claudia. They knew how to tackle struggle, injustices, history, rage, pain, and the ugly truth of American and European Black history. They didn’t pull punches with the hard stuff and they knew how to work with the soft stuff.
Season 3 tried to create edgy content and humor without these men and absolutely failed at it in every way possible. And they have failed both Louis and Claudia.
The Black jokes about Louis being “Louisiana Fried Chicken”, Louis continuing to be the pimp and needing his White savior that is Lestat, Claudia’s entire monologue about Louis being a literal slave to Lestat in that old Louisiana accent. And not to mention the complete erasure of Lemuel after only a couple episodes.
It’s not working.
If there’s gonna be Black actors on screen, there needs to be Black writers in the writer’s room.
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!plus-sized!reader
SUMMARY: in which Cameron’s cocky attitude gets the best of him and he swears up and down he can handle you and your size, so you decide to see it through because you’re sure you’ll prove him wrong. little do you know, your opinion is far from fact. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by this TikTok & the comment section + the clip of Tyriq saying “i like my women like i like my weights: heavy.” 🤭
“ooh, wassup, big mama?” the sound of Cameron’s voice echoing throughout the dining hall made you pause before you could lift your fork to your lips and you let out a laugh, your head raising and your eyes locking on an enthusiastic Cameron Cade approaching you and your best friend Sierra’s table.
“you always this loud or you just happy to see me for some odd reason?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as you let go of your fork and let it rest in his plate, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.
“both. you should know that by now,” Sierra answered your question before Cameron could even open his mouth, a knowing smirk crossing her face while she stood up from her seat and grabbed her backpack before picking up her empty plate and cup, “but i’ma leave y’all alone so i ain’t third-wheelin’ or nothin’.”
Sierra winked at you before disappearing off into the crowd of college students searching the dining hall for a good meal, making you chuckle as you watched Cameron take Sierra’s seat and sit down in front of you.
“anyways, now that yo’ guard dog gone, wassup wit’ you? you comin’ to the game this Saturday?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you snorted at him referring to Sierra as your guard dog and you shook your head at his antics, a soft chuckle falling from your lips while you picked up your fork.
“i’m thinkin’ about it,” you admitted as you stuck your fork in the middle of your plate of pasta and twirled some noodles onto the utensil, “why, you want me there or somethin’?”
“of course i want you there, that’s why i asked,” Cameron grinned a little as he watched you take a bite of your pasta, “you know i need big mama there as my good luck charm, girl.”
you laughed at his words and nearly choked on your pasta as you shielded your mouth with your palm while you chewed and eventually swallowed your food, running your tongue over your lips before speaking, “Cam, i told you to stop callin’ me that shit.”
“stop playin’ like youn’ like when i call you that. know yo’ ass be blushin’ when i ain’t around to see it,” Cameron cockily smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes and removed your makeshift shield from your mouth, “speakin’ of ‘stop playin’, when you finally gon’ stop playin’ with me and give me a chance?”
you raised an eyebrow in amusement and picked up your cup filled with Coca-Cola, taking a sip it from your straw before sitting it back down, “Cam, you not serious.”
“how i’m not?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.
“because you know damn well i’m practically twice your size. you like a lil’ nigga compared to me,” you chuckled as you gestured between your size and his with your index finger, “i could literally break you, Cameron.”
“and you think that’s ‘posed to steer me away from you or some shit?” Cameron chuckled in amusement as he eyed you up and down and licked his lips at the sight of your big breasts sitting up through your top before his colored eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, “i know what i want and i know what i’m gettin’ myself into. i ain’t no lil’ nigga, shawty.”
a look of surprise mixed with amusement crossed your face and you chuckled as you crossed your arms and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth, “wanna make a wager then?”
“shit, c’mon.” Cameron smirked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, eagerness and curiosity evident in his demeanor.
“if you make five touchdowns at this Saturday’s game then i’ll consider your everlasting desire to pursue me. how that sound?” you asked, grinning, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron’s smirk widened while he leaned back into his chair again and adjusted his hips.
“so that means you comin’ to the game this Saturday, right?”
“duh, Cam.”
“a’ight. then, that’s a bet, big mama.”
if you knew Cameron was gonna show his ass at that game, you would’ve upped the ante to an unrealistic number of touchdowns. you were sure he’d still find some way of try to reach it, though.
as the football game came to an end, Cameron managed to score seven touchdowns, and you already knew his ego was boosted higher than it already was, but you honestly might not be able to tell the difference since he was always cocky as hell with everything he did and said.
“you think if you would’ve said 20 touchdowns instead of 5 that he would’ve made that many?” Sierra asked, laughing, as she turned her head and looked over at you, earning a soft snort from you while you met her gaze.
“if i said 20, his ass would’ve aimed for 38,” you laughed heartily as Sierra laughed with you and she shook her head before the sound of the buzzer from the scoreboard caught both of your attentions, indicating the end of the fourth quarter and therefore the end of the game, “guess i’ll go down there and congratulate him then, huh?”
“fuck that, give him some postgame pussy,” Sierra grinned mischievously with a chortle as the two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats on the bleachers, “i’m sure he lookin’ for big mama right now, so get yo’ ass down on that field.”
“i wish y’all asses would stop callin’ me big mama,” you laughed as you playfully smacked Sierra’s arm and the two of you started walking down the staircase in the aisle, descending from your high seats, “and i’m not givin’ him no postgame pussy, Sierra, don’t piss me off.”
“yeah, yeah, make sure to let me know how the dick was tomorrow, boo! love you!” Sierra called out with a smile as she walked away from you and looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss while she headed off the exit, making you laugh while you shook your head and ultimately grinned.
“annoyin’ ass.” you chuckled to yourself before following the crowd and walking off of the bleachers, heading to the field and searching for the one and only Cameron Cade.
after searching for a few minutes, you eventually stumbled across Cameron, his back facing you while he talked to someone in front of him. grinning a little, you walked over to him and made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you tugged on the hem of his jersey with both hands and Cameron’s head instantly swiveled around, his eyes landing on you while he smacked his lips.
“you childish as hell,” Cameron chuckled, cracking a smile, as you laughed and watched him turn around to face you, his 6’5” stature towering over you while he held his helmet in one of his hands, “you look good, big mama.”
you dressed in a simple black cropped sweater that stopped underneath your breasts and some high-waisted jeans that emphasized the curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. your braids were pulled back in a low ponytail and you left one braid on each side down in the front to add to your hairstyle. your lip combo was perfectly applied and smoothed across your lips, no smudge in sight.
if you two weren’t in public, Cameron would’ve pounced on you the moment he saw you.
“thank you, Cam,” you smiled, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, as Cameron smirked a little and nodded his head, “you did good tonight, by the way. out there puttin’ belt to ass and leavin’ niggas on the ground.”
“aye, tell ‘em come pick they dead homies up, you feel me?” Cameron smirked, proudly nodding his head, as he started flexing his biceps and your smile widened, his antics making you laugh, “and ain’t nobody forgot about that bet we made earlier this week either. you said five touchdowns and i went the extra mile just to make two mo’.”
“so you made two extra touchdowns just for me?” you asked in amusement as Cameron smirked proudly and nodded his head, “i’m impressed, Cam.”
“i needed you to know how serious i was about that bet. how serious i am about you,” Cameron’s voice lowered and he took a step closer to you as he reached up and cupped your jaw with his unoccupied hand, his thumb gently pressing against your cheek, “you gon’ stop playin’ and let a nigga get to know you, big mama?”
as hard as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face and you let out a soft laugh as you studied his eyes and slowly nodded your head, “i guess you earned it after everything you did tonight. don’t let it go to yo’ head, though.”
“mhm, lemme’ come see you tonight then,” Cameron said lowly as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, “you stay on campus, don’t you?”
“yeah,” you answered, your voice unusually soft, as you slightly nodded, “i stay in that apartment building by the dining hall.”
“what room you stay in?”
“234.”
“bet. i’ma slide through there after this, a’ight? don’t go to sleep on me.”
“better hurry yo’ ass over to that building and i won’t.”
once you made it back to your apartment, you showered and changed into something more comfortable, which just so happened to be your pajamas. you wore a baby pink matching set that contained a button-up top that emphasized the fullness of your breasts and some shorts that your thick thighs ate up with every step you took. you were grateful the shorts were made of comfortable material or else you would’ve taken them off for constantly turning into panties every time you walked.
your braids were free from its ponytail and cascaded down your back and your lips were free from your lip combo, but they still held some shine since you put on some clear lip oil to keep them moisturized. speaking of moisturized, your body was just as moisturized as your lips were, your limbs coated in cocoa butter with your favorite scent of perfume on your pajamas mixing with the faint cocoa smell.
you didn’t do all that for Cameron, though, that was just how your nightly routine always went. you’d shower, dry off, moisturize, get dressed, and spray on some perfume before heading to your bedroom, and you’ve done it every night since you were a teen.
however, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t double-check your appearance before leaving your bathroom.
you sat on the couch occupied on your phone with your TV softly playing “The Jamie Foxx Show” in the background, a lit-up candle with your favorite scent sitting in the middle of the coffee table and creating a cozy atmosphere. you were trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t focus on the impending appearance of Cameron at your door, but it honestly wasn’t working.
you were nervous and you hated it, but you couldn’t help it. this would be the first time you and him would be alone together and you didn’t know what to expect from him, other than his casual flirting, of course.
before you could continue overthinking in anticipation about what was to come, three knocks sounded off your door and you raised your head from your phone as your eyes averted towards your door, your mind already knowing who could be at your door at almost 11 PM.
getting up from the couch, you sat your phone down and adjusted your shorts as you walked towards the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. your eyes landed on none other than Cameron Cade, who was standing at your door in a grey Nike tech with grey Nike sweatpants to match, his hood resting on his head while you caught a glimpse of the white tee under his partially zipped-up jacket. his cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his signature smirk on his face while his colored eyes traveled over you.
“‘bout time you got here.” you joked, a small grin creeping onto your face, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, a soft chuckle falling from his lips while he stepped inside your apartment.
“if you missed a nigga or some, that’s all you had to say, big mama,” Cameron smirked, pulling his hood off of his head, as you playfully rolled your eyes and your grin slightly widened while you shut and locked the door behind him, “yo’ roommate here?”
“nah, Sierra gone for the night. she don’t usually come back after football games.” you answered as the two of you entered the living room and walked towards the couch.
“damn, she yo’ roommate, too? that’s yo’ guard dog, fo’real.” Cameron laughed in amusement as you smacked your lips and laughed with him while the two of you sat down on your couch.
“stop callin’ her that, she damn near like my sister,” you chuckled as you leaned forward and sat your phone on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, “even if she is annoyin’ sometimes.”
“sometimes?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you like you had two heads, making you snort before bursting out laughing.
“alright, Cam, damn, not too much on my girl!” you laughed as Cameron laughed and his lips curled up into a grin while he raised his hands in surrender.
“a’ight, a’ight, i’ll leave yo’ guard dog— i mean, yo’ best friend alone,” Cameron chuckled as he smirked a little and unexpectedly grabbed your thick legs, pulling them across his lap while he adjusted his hips into a manspread, “i should be focusin’ on the reason i’m over here anyway.”
your eyebrows raised at his action but you didn’t move. in fact, you adjusted your legs on his lap to make them more comfortable instead of pulling them off of him, making his smirk widen once he sensed your compliance.
“so what’s the reason you over here?” you rhetorically asked, grinning a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and gave you a knowing look, his hand resting on top of your knee while his other arm rested on the back of the couch behind your head.
“play crazy if you want to,” Cameron chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, as you laughed and your grin widened, “you know i’m here for yo’ pretty ass, girl.”
“i actually got a question, Cam.” you admitted as you shifted a little and turned to face him, keeping your legs draped across his lap.
“wassup?” Cameron asked, his voice low, as his thumb stroked your knee and his eyes remained fixated on yours, not once looking away from your face.
“why you want me outta’ all the girls here? like, it be bitches throwin’ themselves at you on the regular and you still be all up on me like youn’ see ‘em.” you inquired, curiosity in your tone, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron chuckled, a smirk resting on his face.
“what, you think i’m easy or some shit?” Cameron asked, feigning offense, as his eyebrows furrowed and you laughed, rolling your eyes at his interpretation.
“you know damn well that’s not what i was implyin’, nigga.” you laughed as Cameron smiled at you before laughing with you.
“i know it ain’t, i just like fuckin’ with you,” Cameron cockily grinned as he gently squeezed your knee, “here’s the thing though, them bitches only want me ‘cause i look good and i’m a good ass athlete. they don’t want nothin’ serious with me fo’real, they just wanna fuck me and brag about it in they lil’ group-chats. i don’t know about the rest of these niggas, but i ain’t ‘bout to just fuck any girl that’s throwin’ pussy at me, you feel me?”
“you ain’t like them. you smart as hell and got your priorities straight. you pretty as fuck and you nice ass company, too. it feel good talkin’ to a girl who got gears turnin’ in her head for once,” Cameron grinned, making you laugh at his comment while you smiled at him, “i ain’t tryna’ go on no ‘you just different’ ass rant like the rest of these lame ass niggas do, but i’m on you ‘cause you real. you one of the realest people i know and that shit attractive as hell. you probably one of the only girls on campus that ain’t easy ‘cause you be curvin’ the fuck outta’ me.”
“clearly you don’t give a damn about me curvin’ you ‘cause that never stopped you from flirtin’ with me.” you laughed as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, earning a chuckle from Cameron while he smirked at you.
“i’m glad i ain’t stop ‘cause look where it got me,” Cameron cockily smirked as he gently squeezed your knee again and his arm behind your head moved from the couch to the back of your neck, his hand making contact with your shoulder and slightly pulling you closer, “got me in yo’ apartment sittin’ on yo’ couch with them legs in my lap.”
you were now hyperaware of how close you and him had gotten since you started talking, and it only clicked once his cologne started flooding your nostrils again. the room filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s words, the only sound being the soft advertisements coming from your TV. neither of you looked away from each other, and you honestly felt like you couldn’t because of how intensely he was staring at you.
he was starting to grow on you and you could feel it.
“sit on my lap.” the sound of Cameron’s demand broke you out of the trance his colored eyes had you in and a look of confusion crossed your face as your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a laugh of surprise.
“what?—”
“you heard me,” Cameron murmured as your eyes searched his face and you noticed how serious he was, which silenced the laugh you had brewing in your chest, “c’mere, big mama.”
as much as you hated to admit it, his nickname for you was starting to grow on you just as much as he was. usually when he called you ‘big mama’, you’d laugh or roll your eyes at him, but this time? this time was different.
as soon as the words ‘big mama’ left his mouth, you felt a faint ache between your legs.
reluctantly, you moved from your position on the couch and went to sit on Cameron’s lap like he asked, your thick thighs surrounding both of his while his hands rested on your hips and your hands found his shoulders.
“and don’t hover,” Cameron warned as you met his gaze and sheepishly grinned, knowing that he caught you about to full-on hover atop his lap instead of sitting on it like he wanted, “sit all the way down.”
“Cameron—”
“what i say?” Cameron raised an eyebrow at you and leaned his head back against the back of the couch to get a good look at you, “sit yo’ pretty ass all the way down, girl, i’m not playin’.”
“…i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled, continuing to hover above his lap, as Cameron looked at you in disbelief and laughed in amusement, his grip slightly tightening on your hips.
you weren’t insecure about you weight. you used to be when you were younger, but as you grew up, you found the beauty in yourself and built your confidence up. however, the thought of putting all your weight on someone made you nervous. wouldn’t you be too heavy for them? would that not be an uncomfortable experience for them? would they even be able to fully support your weight? would you end up hurting them in the process?
so many questions would always run through your mind when it came down to sitting on someone’s lap, letting someone pick you up, and letting someone carry you, but Cameron wasn’t trying to hear any of it. he wanted to show you that he could handle you, but you were still hesitant and he noticed it immediately.
“girl, i hip-thrust shit heavier than you and you think you gon’ hurt me?” Cameron asked in amusement, raising his eyebrows, as he gently squeezed your hips, “i’m not gon’ tell you to sit down again ‘cause if i do, i’ma make you.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly lowered yourself down onto Cameron’s lap, making sure not to hover so you didn’t have to listen to another pep-talk.
as you sat your weight on his lap, you started getting comfortable in the new position. truth be told, you’d never trusted anyone enough to sit on their lap before until now, so all of this was new for you. it wasn’t a bad feeling though. it just felt… warm, and it made your stomach flutter a little at the feeling.
“how much do you hip-thrust, Cam?” you asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron chuckled and cockily smirked at you, his thumbs rubbing your hips.
“a lot,” Cameron shrugged, making you smack your lips at his vague answer, “enough to handle you, big mama.”
you smacked your lips again and let out a hearty laugh at his answer, “oh, my God, you lame as fuck.”
“you on my lap, though, so i can’t be too lame, right?” Cameron smirked, raising an eyebrow, as his hands moved from your hips to your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, making your hands shoot to his forearms.
“don’t push your luck, nigga.” you chuckled as Cameron’s smirk widened and his tilted his head a little, his colored eyes peering up at you mischievously.
“you sittin’ on my lap and you think i ain’t gon’ grab some of that ass?” Cameron chuckled, squeezing your ass again, as your grip tightened on his forearms in response, “you lucky i’m not hard with you sittin’ on me like this.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise — at his words and at the fact that he wasn’t hard — and you watched Cameron’s eyes wander across your body, his gaze moving from your big breasts to your chunky waist and down to your thick hips. his eyes rested there for a moment and occasionally flickered down to where you were seated on his lap, which was honestly starting to make him hard even though he wasn’t before.
the casualness in the atmosphere of the room was gradually shifting into something more and sexual tension was slowly seeping its way into the air, but it didn’t surprise you. you were honestly expecting it the moment he arrived, but it arrived later than you expected.
“Y/N,” the sound of your name coming from Cameron completely caught you off guard, and it was evident in your face. any other time he was referring to you, he’d just call you ‘big mama’, so hearing him say your name wasn’t necessarily a common thing, “can i kiss you?”
“huh?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at Cameron’s question.
“stop playin’ and gimme’ a damn kiss, Y/N,” Cameron chuckled lowly, taking a hand off your hip, as he reached up and gently grabbed your jaw, pulling your face down to his but pausing before his lips could touch yours, “i’m not gon’ kiss you ‘til you let me know i can.”
your eyes lingered in his before flickering down to his lips, practically staring at his mouth while you contemplated the decision you were going to make. honestly, you didn’t think too long or too hard because your lips were on his before you knew it, the two of you kissing passionately while your hands moved upward from his forearms to his biceps.
his hand left your jaw and wrapped around your neck instead, holding it with enough pressure to make you hot and bothered while he deepened the kiss. his other hand remained on your ass and he grabbed a handful of both cheeks as he pushed your hips further down into his lap, making you feel his erection through his sweatpants.
“you feel that?” Cameron murmured against your lips as he purposefully shifted his hips underneath you and made his erection press harder against you, “feel what yo’ pretty ass do to me, big mama?”
“Cameron,” you gasped softly, your voice sounding breathless, as you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your connected hips before looking back to his face, your eyes searching his, “how… how the hell did you get hard that fast?”
Cameron didn’t say a word, but the wide shit-eating smirk on his face said more than he ever could. his hand left from around your throat and his other hand left your ass as he securely wrapped his arms around you and stood up with you against him, holding you up with ease while his hands shifted to your thighs to properly hold you.
“Cam!” you exclaimed in surprise as you tightly gripped his shoulders and he let out a soft chuckle of amusement at your reaction while he continued holding you like you weighed nothing.
“you done playin’ with me like i can’t handle you?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you looked down at him and reluctantly nodded your head, a smile creeping onto your face.
who were you to keep playing with a fine ass man who was skinner than you yet could lift you like you were as light as a feather?
“okay, you made your point. i ain’t gon’ play with you no more, Cam.” you smiled as Cameron cockily grinned and leaned in, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before pulling back.
“good, now tell me where yo’ room at so i can keep makin’ my point.”
never in a million years did you think you’d finally cave to Cameron’s advances, but here you were now: naked as hell and spread out across your bed while a shirtless Cameron licked you clean from your second orgasm, both of which were caused by that mouth of his.
guess his mouth had other abilities than talking shit.
“fuck,” you breathed out as you watched Cameron rise up from between your thighs, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your cum while he licked his lips, “i ain’t know you could eat pussy like that, Cam.”
“you wasn’t supposed to know,” Cameron chuckled as he climbed off of the bed, “it would’ve ruined the surprise.”
you laughed breathlessly as you watched him undress, your eyes drinking him in while he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers and exposed his dick.
“you got a condom?” Cameron asked as he climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you, his hands beside your head to balance his weight while his necklaces dangled above your face.
“it’s a box in that drawer. don’t ask how many’s in it ‘cause i forgot.” you answered with a small chuckle as you gestured towards your nightstand on the left of you, making Cameron chuckle while he leaned over and pulled open the drawer.
“how many niggas you done had in this room not to remember how many condoms you got left?” Cameron joked, pulling out a condom, as he shut the drawer and you smacked your lips before straight-facing him.
“Cameron, don’t fuckin’ play with me, nigga.” you retorted, a small furrow between your eyebrows, as Cameron met your gaze and he smiled a little, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“i’m sorry, big mama.” Cameron cooed, pulling the condom out of its wrapper, as he tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the condom onto his dick while you cracked a smile at his apology.
“i’ll accept your apology when you fuck me.” you smirked as Cameron’s eyes instantly flickered up to your face and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“shit, you ain’t gotta’ tell me twice.” Cameron adjusted his body between your legs and his hand gripped one of your chunky thighs to pull your legs further apart as his other hand guided his dick towards your pussy, teasingly sliding the tip against your clit before placing it at your entrance.
he slid in slow, not wanting to rush it or unintentionally hurt you. as he pushed in, your jaw dropped at the stretch his dick was creating inside you, your hands practically clinging to his biceps while his hips continued pushing forward. he stopped once he was halfway in and his eyes searched your face as he looked down at you.
“you good? want me to keep goin’?” Cameron asked softly, intently studying your face, as you let out a heavy breath and slowly nodded your head.
“you… y-you can keep goin’, Cam.” and keep going, he did.
as he pushed further and further, he eventually buried all of his inches inside your walls, a deep groan falling from his lips while his eyebrows furrowed a little.
“fuck, you wet as hell,” Cameron groaned as his hands gripped your thighs and hiked them up to his waist, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, “this pussy so fuckin’ good and i ain’t even been in it for five minutes.”
you moaned at his words and one of your hands left his biceps as you reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. your hands cupped his face and his grip tightened on your thighs as his chest pressed against yours, your hardened nipples brushing up against his skin while you tilted your head and deepened the kiss.
Cameron’s strokes gradually sped up and as they did, your ability to kiss back slowly diminished, your jaw going slack while blissful moans and needy whimpers poured from your parted mouth. Cameron’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at you as he stroked you, his lip tucked between his teeth while he admired your love faces.
“you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ pretty with this dick inside you,” Cameron murmured as his hands moved from your thighs to the back of your knees and he pulled both of your chunky legs over his shoulders, making you gasp loudly, “shit, you sound even prettier moanin’ for me. you ain’t ever gettin’ rid of me after this, big mama.”
you couldn’t speak. hell, your mouth couldn’t even form words. all you could do was moan, and Cameron was enjoying every little sound you were making with his signature smirk sitting right on his pretty ass face.
the minute he pulled your legs on his shoulders, you knew he was about to make up for all the times you curved him. you could feel him even deeper inside you at this angle, and you were damn near seeing stars from his strokes. your hands clung to his arms to anchor yourself and his hands rested beside your head as he thrusted into you with a passionate yet quick pace, his dick hitting all your sweet spots deep inside of you with each buck of his hips.
“C-Camerooooon!” you whined desperately, your eyebrows furrowing, as your eyes rolled back and your head fell back against your pillows, your body rocking underneath his with each push and pull of his hips while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin.
“i know, baby, i know. feels good, don’t it, big mama?” Cameron cooed, cockily smirking at you, as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your face, his lips trailing along your face from your cheeks to your chin and your ajar lips, “this pussy huggin’ the fuck out my dick, pretty girl. she needed to be fucked by a nigga who knew what to do wit’ her, didn’t she?”
Cameron pulled his head back a little and looked between the two of you, watching the way his dick pushed and pulled out of you while your essence coated every inch of him, “mhm, look at that. look at how she grippin’ me, baby. she actin’ like she don’t want me to leave her.”
you damn near ascended under him. it was like he was trying to take your soul and your body was putting up no fight to make him stop. you were practically turning into mush underneath him, your noises becoming less and less coherent while your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible.
“o-ohhh— fuuuuck— nnnnngh!” you brokenly cried out, your voice cracking, as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and the bridge of your nose scrunched up a little, your stomach muscles beginning to tighten up and your breathing starting to quicken.
“breathe for me, baby, c’mon,” Cameron cooed softly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “in and out for me — real slow, a’ight? look at me while you do it.”
your hooded eyes dazedly met his gaze and you started fixing your breathing like he asked, which only intensified the pleasure that was coursing through your entire being. you didn’t know what had overcome Cameron, but you figured that since this was the first time you hadn’t curved him, he was going to take advantage of it and make you feel the best you ever had.
and boy, was he doing the job right.
“and you was so scared that you was gon’ break me… shit, it sound like i’m breakin’ you, big mama.” Cameron cockily smirked, his colored eyes peering down at you, as a grin slowly spread across your face and you giggled through your pleasurable gaze, but it was soon cut short by a loud gasp that ripped through your chest from your impending orgasm — and it was coming fast.
“Ca—Cam!” you whimpered desperately, your legs beginning to shake on his shoulders, as Cameron’s eyes searched your face and it immediately clicked in his mind what was about to happen, making his smirk widen, “i-i’m finna— i’m fffffinna— fuuuck, i-i’m ‘bout t-t-to—”
you couldn’t even get your damn words out because it felt like you were about to explode, but Cameron knew what you meant. he could tell by the way that your breathing had picked up again and how your body was trembling that you were about wet him up more than you did when he ate your pussy — and he was willing to drown in your essence for as long as he could.
“i know, baby, i know you ‘bout to cum. gon’ ahead and cum on yo’ dick, big mama, it’s all yours to have. show me how good i’m fuckin’ you and wet this shit up like a good girl.”
my favorite thing is when i'm reading a fanfic and the author writes something that lmk that they're black and then i check their page to see that i'm right. it feels like we're interlinkedddd
synopsis: the night you found out that beneath family cheer, the cheeky grin, silly antics, and quiet confidence tyriq is absolutely disgusting.
content: black!reader, holiday season, family introductions, intoxication, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, clit slapping, edging badd, finger sucking, p in v, counter missionary, cream pie, spit.
my whiney boy..
It’s felt like forever since you’ve shared that same room as tyriq.
A week of travel, early call times, press runs, podcasts tapings, and airports that all started to blur together. Leaving the two of you often on the opposite sides of the world, no time for dates. barely any time for calls and texts.
But Today? Today was easy and nerve wracking all at once.
Tyriq’s family house in Jacksonville is packed— warm with laughter, music, cousins wrestling somewhere in the back. Aunties cooking as if they were feeding a small army— the house smells like mac n cheese, collard greens, and a famous sweet potato pie.
The two of you barely stepped inside before you heard it.
“OHHHH, there she go! It’s the carpet girl y’all!” His older cousin waved you over with the biggest smile. “Baby you went viral! We saw that lil interview.”
“mhmmm— just cheesin’ like he ain’t ever seen a woman before.”
“Mmcht,” Tyriq groans, looking off with an embarrassing bite of his cheek. “Don’t start.”
“Camera ain’t do no justice, girl you just as gorgeous!”
“Nah tyriq run it back,” Another cousin chimes in, sneaking a piece of chicken on the side. “show us that lil two step.”
You cover your mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that slipped, everyone bursts out into laughter, as he dougies shamelessly throughout the kitchen. passing out hugs, daps, and kisses along the way. Making sure to introduce you properly.
Then his aunt rounds the marbled island, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, giving you that look wiser black women give whether the two of you are good for one another.
“So missy.” Carefully placing those beautiful jeweled rings back on her finger. “you the one behind the video of him looking all bashful online?”
You nod shyly, “That might’ve been me.”
Auntie raises a brow. “ Hmm. You cute, I like your hair.”
“Come eat.”
Tyriq watches you go with her as he rounds up with the men, all of them dapping him uo and whispering the moment you’d gone far enough.
Hours pass. Plates are cleaned. The older folk start settling. The younger cousins turn the living room into a makeshift party with a bluetooth speaker and liquor someone most definitely didn’t pull from out grandma’s cabinet. You’re dancing with tyriq’s cousins in the middle of the room— The informal after party where everyone’s a little tipsy and the family home turns into a club.
You let yourself sink into the celebration after a long week— no cameras, no red carpet, no pressure to hose or smile a certain way. you were free for the weekend to be whoever you wanted to be in that moment.
It was just you.
Tariq’s family.
And a beat thrumming throughout your body.
The bass is heavy. The lights are dimmed, coiled tresses swinging with every move you make, and the liquor hits just right— loose, glowy, and warm in your belly.
It has your skin buzzing as you sway to the music. Slow rolling motions you only dance lie whenever you’re comfortable and tipsy. Hands trailing up your sides, fingertips brush at your soft curve of your waist, ribs, and neck. Eyes fluttering shit as you let the music take you.
Tonight was the freest you’ve felt in days.
Across the room rested tyriq, you didn’t notice at first but he definitely noticed you.
He’s posted up near the kitchen doorway, laughing with an uncle of his. No longer processing what was being said to him, everything blurring into nothing as he watches your hips away so swiftly. The shimmering glitter along your skin and neck, when it tilts back as you laugh. The way you touched your own body like the music was yours alone.
“Boy, close your mouth.” His cousin nudged him, “You starin’.”
Tyriq doesn’t even blink, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh. “Mann, watch out.”
And when your eyes finally meet, you felt it.
The heat. The recognition. The slow hungry pull between two people that had been thinking about the other every damn day.
You smile softly— knowingly as you keep dancing.
Your friends of the night— aka his cousins— hype you up even more, spinning you around. Laughter bubbling up your chest when the men come in a start busting their moves.
Until you found him a few songs later, after his cousins peels off to grab drinks. You walk past his chair— hoping to get water, maybe another shot, but his hands grabs yours. Just enough to slow you down and let you feel the claim of his touch.
“You having fun?” He questioned, voice low and warm.
“Hmm, maybe..” you giggled, “I think you could use a bit more fun yourself boo.”
“You a little stiff in here..”
“Stiff huh?” He repeats with a low scoff, eyes dragging over your smooth peaking skin. Shaking his head with a slow grin. “You gon’ have to get me on your level then.”
You step closer, leaning in just enough that he can smell the holiday punch on your breath. “ain’t nothing to catch you up..”
“what you sipping on?”
“Whatever you having,” His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek. A slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “however you wanna get me there..”
Instead of grabbing a drink himself, he keeps his eyes on you— Waiting. Expecting. Inviting. Strong hand wrapped around your thigh as he watches the bartender of the night slide you a sculpted glass. Filled with something smooth and golden just before turning back to him swirling the mixed concoction.
“open..” you whisper softly.
He blinks, his bluish green eyes meeting your curious brows. “Open what?”
You lift the glass, tipping it slight towards him.
“Your mouth tyriq…”
He knows exactly what you're doing— and he likes it. You slowly bring the glass to his lips, letting the liquid spill into his mouth. Still holding your gaze he slowly parted his reddened lips, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue.
Your gentle fingers guide the rim to them carefully, supporting the bottom of the glass with one hand. Meanwhile the other? It was occupied with hooking two fingers under this hinge of his jaw, tilting his head up just enough.
And he lets you— lets you take care of it.
He swallows the drink, the sweet taste spreading through his mouth, throat flexing under your fingers as the alcohol burned his throat. Never breaking eye contact.
All while you look at him like he’s the one you’ve been waiting on all week.
And when the glass is empty, you drag your hand down, that tortoiseshell manicured thumb brushes at the corner of his mouth. Rubbing a soothing circling into the warm skin of his cheek before patting it twice, with a satisfied smirk.
“good boy..”
Tyriq looks you over with a hungry bite of his lip, the purple of blue hues of light washing over him as it disco light bounced around the room, lips curving into a smirk. Settling into that low sectional again, legs spread, shirt wrinkled from the day, as the liquor courses through his veins.
He looks good— too fucking good. And your drunk enough, no needy enough, or was it just enough of both? To stop pretending you’re not thinking about him as much as you do.
So you climb into his lap.
Slow. Unhurried. Like you this was the exact placed you’ve wanted to be all night.
He inhaled sharply when your weight settles along his thighs, his hands instinctively gripping your hips guiding you exactly where he wants you. Hands mindlessly tracing down your sides, gliding against your curves before finally brushing at your feet— thumb brushing over your manicured toes. Your hands rest at his shoulders, sliding your fingers along the soft hairs resting at the nape of his neck.
Then you lean in.
Kissing his jaw first, the sharp line of it. Then lower, where his pulse thrummed against the soft delicate skin. Your lips open just the slightest— warm, slow, needy. His head tilts back, jaw tightening, eyes fluttering shut.
A shudder runs through him, a call of his name only gaining his attention for a brief second. A second to long in your hazed mind.
You don’t use words. Just a soft, spoiled little sound in the back of your throat as you lips graze along his skin. A whiny, needy plea that he’s only just discovered that you have.
“m’not going anywhere pretty girl..” Voice low and deep like a weighted murmur, lust simmering right beneath the sound.
Then you do it.
A quiet pouty look, lower lip caught between your teeth, brows soft damn near pleading. Placing another kiss to his neck, followed by a soft frustrated sound. fingers sliding up his chest— tugging at his chain, while your body dragged against him as if you could get any closer.
“you gon’ just keep sittin’ here poutin’ in my lap,” lifting your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his low gaze head on. “ or you gon’ tell me what you want?”
Your lips hover over his— close enough to taste the liquor he swallowed for you. Your head was light but the way tyriq’s fingers pressed into your hips made you feel so present— every inch of your body tuned into the drag of his hands.
You whisper, just barely audible.
“You..”
“Tyriq,” Your nose brushing his, lips ghosting over his mouth. “I want you..”
His pupils blow, eyes half-lidded, amused and aroused all at once. Giving you a look that shuts you up instantly.
He stands in one motion, taking you with him— legs wrapping around his waist before you even think. His hands gripping beneath your thighs, carrying you in his string hold. Family is still laughing, dancing, drinking, but none of it touches you.
You gasp against his neck as he carries you through the side hallway, ignoring the call of his name, or anyone who might be watching. Shouldering open the nearest door. It’s his old room. Dim. Quiet. The only sound is the distant bass from the living room and your quiet whimpers against his neck. He kicks the door closed behind him, locking it.
He drops you atop of the nearest dresser with a thud. Just hard enough to send a buzz to your already slicked clit. Your breath leaving in quick gasps when you back hits the cool surface of the wall.
He pulls you forward, hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you right to the edge of the dresser. "You want me?"
You heart breaks wildly in your chest, small hands working up his strong arms— from the forearm up to his juicy biceps. “riq— your family..?” you questioned softly.
“nobody worried bout us..” His hands move from your hips to your back, pulling you closer until your chest presses against his. Your breasts pillowed perfectly against his hard chest, nipples pebbling through the thin fabric of your top. “I asked you a question..”
you nod, eyes dragging up to his, hazy and warm. full of drunken need, lingering too long in his mouth, his hands, his everything.
His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, pushing it down softly. He watches as your mouth parts slightly, tongue peaking out to wet your lips. He swallows hard, hand moving from your face to your throat.
"You been missin’ me that bad?".
You just smile— a smile that was slow, tipsy, and full of truth. Your lips ghost against his neck, pressing a wet kiss against the spot that made him groan softly. Tyriq tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his throat to you. The sound rumbling through his chest like a purr.
His fingers curled around your throat, flexing in a slow squeeze that made your body grow hot, using that grip to guide you off his neck. His lips hovering just above yours, teasing and tormenting.
His breath mingles with yours, warm and sweet from the liquor. He doesn't close the distance between your mouths, instead his hands slowly inch upwards. Pushing up that sweater dress until they reach your lace underwear.
He looks at your mouth.
Then your eyes.
Then back to your mouth.
fingers hooking beneath the fabric and gently pulls it to the side. Whispering against your lips. "Tell me to stop.."
But you don’t— you can’t.
Your eyes stay locked on his. Both of you looking each other through the same warm haze, drinking each other in.
His fingers slowly trace along your slit, feeling the wetness that's already gathered there. He groans softly against your lips, still grazing. “s’wet for me…” He murmurs, fingers circling your clit lightly. He other hand ups your cheek, tilting your head back slightly. “open for me?”
Your mouth opens, his strong hand keeping your head tilted just right for him as you let out soft purrs below. His mouth hovering just above yours, trickling spit into your mouth. Tongue snaking out, catching the spit before it can fall down your chin and swallowing it back down, hand on your throat tightening slightly as his finger dips inside you, mouth parting beneath his with a sweet moan, quickly replacing it with a bite of your bottom lip to quiet yourself.
“You drunk..” he murmured against your mouth, his lips brushing against yours with every word. His gaze drops to your lips, watching the way they move as you breathe. As your tongue peeks out to wet your lips again. “Drunk as fuck ain’t you?”
A slow smile spreads across your face, chin slicked with his spit. Slurring out a hum, when he fingers grooves itself deeper into your pussy. He murmurs approvingly, adding another— stretching you out slowly.
His free hand moves to your hip, pulling you closer as his fingers curl inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
"You smell so good..."
You moan out, legs giving him a quick tremble when he finally found that spot. Walls sucking him in with a wet shlick, oozing out more slick off the sound of his voice alone. “feels s’good baby..”
"making my pretty girl feel good hm?" He hums against your neck, sucking a wet kiss there. He starts to slowly pump those fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. His voice drops lower, rumbling against your neck as he feels your walls sucking him in. "Pussy so wet for me…”
Your whine grew louder, hips meeting his fingers with every thrust. Ears growing hot as he brought you close to the edge. His lips finally meet yours in a sloppy wet kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth to taste you.
Your lips broke away first, lungs working overtime to catch the same breath that was being stolen from you. Chest rising and falling against his, the edges of bliss still trembling through you— hot, dizzying, almost too much.
and god you were so close.
That coil deep in your belly screwed tight around itself, ready to snap at any moment until it all disappears. Tyriq smirking against your lips, as he fingers slid out of your pussy. Eyes glued to your pretty face all the feelings that faded from it.
And he thought you wet so pretty like this— cheeks flushed, lips swollen, breath warm against his skin. Dizzy. Wanting. Trying to steady yourself.
“Nah..” He shook his head slightly, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off. His tongue curling around his digits, cleaning them off thoroughly. He leaned back in, lips hovering just over yours. "That ain’t what you been whining for all night.."
“Riq’ please…” You whine, your pussy was empty and clenching. His other hand moved to your inner thigh, slowly spreading your legs further apart, his thumb and forefingers, revealing your pretty little clit. His eyes flicked down between your legs before back up to your face.
He snaps his wrist, slapping it. Your back arches, mouth hanging opening,soundless. He smirks cruelly. Each smack of his fingers sends shockwaves through your body, keeping right on the edge. just how he wanted you.
Legs tensing when those thick digits swirl around your clit. Pussy pooling with slick, as your hands fumbled around him— pulling at his belt frustratedly. Tyriq watches with an amused smile.
“Tell me..” finally reaching down to help you with his belt. He undoes it slowly, watching your desperate state with amusement and hunger in his eyes.
“I already told you..” you whisper softly, tongue teasingly licked across his lips. “I want you.”
“I know..”
He murmured back. His lips brushing against yours with each word. He pulls away to pull his shirt off first, exposing his toned abs and muscular chest. He throws it somewhere across the room before he finally gets back to his belt. pushing his pants down just enough to free his thick dick— grabbing it by the base, giving it a slow stroke while looking down at your sticky pussy.
You watch him in awe, fingers tracing every curve, dip, of his chest and abs. The way his dick bobbed up and down, precum beading off that pink throbbing tip. practically begging to be touched.
He uses his free hand to push your dress up further, exposing more of your thick thighs. Sliding up the sides of your curvy waist, exposing your soft belly and hard nipples. His heavy eyes dragging over your body with a bite of his lip.
“See what you do to me?”
He whispers, tapping the head of his dick against your clit over and over. That beaded liquid mixing with your slick, making the most disgusting mess between your thighs. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around your thigh as he lifts it up and wraps it around his waist.
Your nearly folded, lip combo smeared sexily along his lips. Then he slides that fat tip over your buzzing clit,every ridge and vein of his dick pressing against the sensitive skin.
He watches as his dick slides through your slick lips, collecting more of that oozing wetness. Teasing your clit with just the tip, watching as it swelled and throbbed. “You want this dick?”
You hum, listening to the sound of your slick as it glides through your folds. Whining whenever he that fat tip barely dipped into your clenching pussy.
“Tell me you want it,” grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze is stern, commanding. He watches as your pussy struggles to hold onto just the tip, clenching around it, hungry for more. Sinking just an inch before pulling out again. “That’s all you gotta say..”
“I want it so bad baby..” you whine out, both you eyes lingering on each other slow and unsteady. His hips finally press forward never sinking deeper more a few inches into that clamping hole of yours, dick so thick your pussy clung to it like a second skin.
Your fingers dig at the skin of his back, lips parting in sync as the both of you let out a relieved moan.
Each thrust is slow and steady, as he stretches you open wide. Eyes rolling back whenever he sinks to a full six inches, Watching you two toned pussy cover his dick in your wet slick. “Open her up f’me..”
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside. Pushing back in and hitting a spot inside that makes your legs tense around him.
“s-shittttt” you mewl, just as he sinks deep inside of you. Pelvis flush with his as your pussy welcomed him with loud slick squelch.
"Justtt like that.." He smirks, his hips starting a slow grind against your pelvis. His thick length rubbing against that spot inside of you with every roll of his hips. Keeping one hand wrapped around your leg, holding it open wide while he fucked you deeply with slow, controlled thrusts. Tapping that cervix then slowly pulling out to watch those pink gushy walls grip at his dick so tight.
His hands slide down your neck, over your shoulders until they reach your arms. He lifts them above your head, pinning them there with one large hand. Fucking you steady, feeding you every thrust that his body rolled against you.
His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to fuck you deeply. His hips moving in slow, deliberate circles against yours, ensuring that every thrust hits deep, making that pussy open up perfectly. “This what you wanted? Hm?”
“nghhhh—yessss!” you whine long and hard, chest heaving to collect the same air tyriq knocked out of you. Thick dick dragging against your gushy walls. That pretty pout on your face that he never wanted to go away, “s’ fucking heavy daddy..”
“mhm heavy as fuck for my pretty girl." He pulls back slightly, looking down at where you were connected. Pelvis grinding against your clit with every downward stroke. Leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing every moan that left your lips.
And the kiss was so sloppy.
Your tongues mingling while he continued to stroke your pussy like he loved everything about you.
“oh. my. go— why are you fucking me like thisss?” you whined mid stroke, thick dick hittin so deep it made you drool. Strokes becoming more steady than slow.
Tyriq ignores you though, focused on the way your slicked pooled around his dick. Dripping every single time he pulls out before pushing right back into your hot pussy. Each thrust deliberate and deep, thumb finding your clit and swirling. “Shh, just feel it mama..”
And you did.
A pretty pout on your face as fucked every single inch into you, hitting so deep over and over. digging deeper than ever you’ve ever felt before.
“That’s a good fucking girl..” He groans, watching your pretty face contort with pleasure. His thick dick hitting so deep that your eyes watered slightly, the feeling overwhelming. Soreading your pussy lips apart, watching as he disappears completely inside you with each stroke.
“Fat ass pussy taking that dick..”
Tyriq had your thighs spread so far they burned.
Fat mushroomed tip slamming against your cervix, digging a creamy slick out of that gushy pussy. grabbing your legs and pulling them back until your ankles were practically touching his red ears. opening you up impossibly wide.
“so fucking messy, just look..”
“m’ bout to cum daddy” His fingers wrap messily into your big curls, pulling your head forward to watch as he strokes that pussy slow and deep. That white cream drowning his dick, milky white slick leaking where the two of you were connected. “nghhhh—”
It was becoming too much for the both of you.
"ouuuuu— fuckkkk.." He moans.
Deep and begging as he starts to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room in the most filthy ways.
You were just so fucking wet, messy, and taking every inch like you wanted to be full of him. His head falls back, eyes rolling as you swallowed all eight inches. losing himself in your pussy.
“shittttt” He a moaning mess, watching your pussy eat his dick up greedily, squeezing his base everytime his pelvis met yours. Every thrust hitting something deep inside of you that made you moan and whine loudly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "This fucking pussy gon make me nut..."
“Unt-uh..” you whine out, legs trembling in his strong calloused hands, leaving crescent marks as they digging into your thighs. Roughly cupping his face stubbled jaw, “Keep those pretty eyes on me..”
He whines, his eyes snapping back to yours. Watches as your mouth drops open in pleasure— your hair wild, breasts bouncing with each thrust, lips parted and sexy as fuck. Then he drops that dick, making your pussy spurt out a stream. Breaking down that damn that left you squirting on his dick.
“ouuuuu— fuck mommy. give me that shit”
splattering all over his abs and dick, washing away the milky white cream that covered his dick only seconds ago.
Filling you up with the most whiney, pathetic moan.
your husband had been exhibiting some unusual behavior recently.
Michael x blackfem!reader
content. smut MDNI, circa 1995 HIStory! era, breeding kink, cowgirl!position, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex, talks of pregnancy, Michael wants to be a papa and make you a mommy
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note. this lowkey a bit late but ignore it. never written smut but we’re tryin! (was forced)
You knew Michael wanted to have a baby. Well in his words eighteen babies. It was something you had known for a long time, something encoded into his very being. He always spoke about it– wistful about a life with a bunch of mini you’s and him’s running around the house, filling it with life and joy. He wanted it more than anything but more importantly, he wanted that with you.
You yourself hadn’t given much thought about having kids thinking that it was something that would just happen when it did on its own timeline.
All that to say you noticed that your husband had been exhibiting some weird behaviors recently. Starting with one evening when you got home from running errands, stepping into the house, kicking off your heels, and hanging up your coat.
“Baby you home?” you called into the open space of the foyer, your voice echoing back to you. Hearing noise from the kitchen you step through the threshold met with Michael scrubbing around the counters and a spotless kitchen. And not spotless on a surface level. Even the spots you often avoided when you cleaned were scrubbed to perfection.
Upon noticing you Michael turned around quickly, a large smile on his face seeing you standing there. “Hey mama.” he dropped the sponge in the sink and made his way around the counter towards you.
“Hello…what's all this?” you gestured to the newly cleaned kitchen as he moved to stand in front of you granting you a peck to your lips which you instantly melted into.
“What do you mean?” his arms smoothed around your waist, one large palm resting on your stomach and the other on your lower back pulling your body closer to his.
“I mean the kitchen, I don’t think it’s been this clean since you had it cleaned when we moved in.”
“I dunno, I just wanted it to be clean in here. You never know.” that caused you to furrow your brows confused. Never know what? He didn’t explain further but after that day, he insisted that the kitchen stayed spotless at all times. He even moved things around such as the knives from the counter and– were those new cabinet handles? The once sharp protruding fixtures exchanged for something rounded and safer.
The next instance was when you woke up one morning hand reaching to the other end of the bed for Michael, your hand only meeting lukewarm silk sheets instead. You sat up in bed and noticed noise coming downstairs.
Making your way towards the sound, you register the music playing softly from the speaker. And your husband sitting on the floor, a bunch of boxes and stuff piled around him with his focus on what looked like a photo album in hand. He didn’t notice you standing there so you moved closer, your footsteps alerting him.
“Oh hey mama- I was just…uh spring cleaning?” he smiled sheepishly as your eyes wandered over the mess he's made of the living room. He promised he’d clean it up and waved the book in his hands beckoning you closer to look. He had been looking at a photo of him and his brothers. A little Marlon and Jermaine were rolling about in snow hats and gloves bundling them up and off to the side– a little Michael arms out in front of him with a wary look on his face– like he was gonna be dragged in any second. You let out a little laugh pointing at him as Michael pulled you down into his lap while you two sat on the floor looking at more photos. You asked him if he was okay noticing the wistful looks that would cross his face, his brows pulling down sadly and eyes drooping.
“Yeah I’m okay, just feelin’ nostalgic.”
As time progressed you noticed more and more things changing around the house– all Michaels doing. Your laundry detergent switched out for something hypoallergenic and sensitive, keeping the house stocked with essential items (plus some), rearranging everything in the house claiming things were “more efficient this way”. When he found time to do all this you weren’t sure. He even got rid of some of his things that he no longer used– things he'd been hoarding, things you begged him to get rid of. You could admit the house felt more spacious this way. But then you noticed the covers on the outlets and that's when things started to click in your mind.
The books you found half haphazardly shoved in different places around the house, almost hidden. Baby books – a range of topics. And that's when it hit you.
Michael was nesting.
It all made sense now, all his behavior over the last couple weeks, his nostalgia and wistful looks, the lingering touches on your belly. It made you smile when you thought about it. Michael was preparing for a baby you two hadn't even talked about having yet. You knew that, if he asked, you wouldn’t be opposed to a child and that he’d be the best father in the world to your baby. You trusted that much.
The only part about this whole thing that bothered you is that Michael wouldn’t talk to you like he normally did when something was up with him. It wasn’t until the next time you two had sex that you got the answers you wanted. It was around seven pm. Fathers Day was today.
Michael had just got home and you were on him as soon as he came through the door causing him to stumble a bit as he wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you. “Woah…baby?” he spoke with his lips half pressed against yours.
“Jus miss you s’much.” you hummed moving kisses slowly down his neck, mouthing against the sensitive skin. Michael was very vocal anytime you two had sex always making the prettiest noises for you, noises that went straight down south and pooling into your panties. God you needed him so bad.
He wasted no time, hands snaking down your back, caressing the smooth silk of your nightgown. You felt his large hands smooth over your ass cupping the flesh and squeezing twice signalling.
“Jump.” and he catches you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he carries you to your shared bedroom. Your lips don’t part once as he gently lays you on the plush bed, your nightgown riding up when he slots his hips right between yours. You open your legs wider, hands rubbing up his chest and over his back and he lets out low whines.
He pressed his erection into you, grinding slow and needy, the fabric of his slacks causing friction on your clit through your panties. His mouth collides with yours messy and desperate and you meet him with the same intensity tilting your hips to grind further into him.
“Mm need to feel you, please? Can I?” Michael begs hands moving to the hem of your nightgown already pulled far too high to be appropriate. Not that you cared one bit. Some things never changed Michael still asking for permission to touch you as if you haven’t been married for years.
“Please Michael– touch me please.”
His hands, hands you’ve always had a fixation on, big with long slender fingers, gently disappeared under your slip, the pads of his fingers barely touching your skin as his hands traveled up your body. He stopped at your breast and pressed his palm firmly into you, his hands catching on your nipple causing you to arch into him, your heartbeat fluttering against his palm.
“Michael please.” your hands fisted in his shirt begging him to quit teasing. You didn’t think you could take much of it.
“Mm’sorry.” he pulled your gown up and over your head exposing your body to him fully. And he just stared at you for a moment like he was trying to capture the moment and savour it. Like he was so grateful to be here in this moment with you.
And he was.
“You’re so beautiful mama.” he bent his head down to your neck, his lips soft as they kissed and nipped the skin there. Your back arched, hands threading into his soft hair at the nape of his neck as he moved down yours. You tried to subtly direct his mouth where you wanted him the most but he just took his time planting kisses on all your exposed skin.
“I can’t take much more of the teasing Michael.” you began but was cut off by the wet heat of his mouth finally meeting your nipple, sucking around the flesh as your back arched off the bed and into his mouth. A shudder wracked its way up your spine, the pleasure getting to you as his other hand came up to tweak at your other nipple. The dual stimulation caused you to grind your core into his lap and hard on and Michael detached his mouth from you letting out a groan, eyes squeezing shut.
He was finding it harder and harder to go slow with you. To be a gentleman the way he wanted to.
“Fuck-” Michael rarely cursed and hearing his voice broke on the words like he just couldn’t help himself, it turned you on more than anything.
“Need to taste you.” he didn’t ask this time, just moved down your body, hands moving to the center of your panties, his thumb dipping in and rubbing at your folds gently feeling how wet you were for him. His big brown doe eyes stared up at you as his thumb caught on your clit and you were finding it hard to keep composure.
“You're so wet, this all f’me?” you nodded and his lip caught between his teeth as he finally tugged on your panties, his stare focused on the wet string of your arousal connecting the cotton to your folds. When you were completely bare for him, he didn’t tear his eyes away from your pussy.
To him, he'd never seen a more beautiful sight, one that deserved to be admired. He ran his hands up your trembling thighs, spreading you wider for him and took his ring and middle finger pressing one to your entrance and the other to your clip spreading your arousal around teasing you further.
You whimper your hands finding his, not knowing if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
But you knew you wanted more. When his fingers finally rubbed small circles into your clit, the stimulation built on maddeningly and you melted into his touch.
“Mikey… hmm.”
“I know baby, wan’ you to feel so good.” he looked like he was getting so much pleasure from just pleasuring you, his head falling back a bit but keeping his eyes on you.
“Need more, wanna feel you. I can’t wait.” he spoke, words frantic against the skin of your thigh. You nodded, beginning to tug at his belt, hands quickly unbuttoning his slacks and pushing his boxers down his thighs, the material getting caught.
You huffed air, struggling to remove his clothes like you needed and he just took your hands in his with a smile. “Lemme do it.” he began slowly stripping out his clothes, your eyes eating up every inch of his exposed skin.
Once he was free of his clothes you didn’t waste much more time grabbing him and swapping your positions till his back met the bed and you straddled his hips. He was hard under you and you grinded your pussy down on him, hands on his chest. His hands met your hips, positioning one hand over your lower stomach while you grinded chasing the friction as he slipped between your folds. He didn’t try to control your movements, just guide them.
“You feel so good baby, wanna be inside you, need it.” he spoke through pants hips tilting up to meet yours feeling your slick coating him. You were so wet and it was driving him insane. His head had been in one spot for the past couple weeks.
He wanted a baby.
And as you squatted over him fisting his cock in your hand he wanted nothing more than to make you a mommy.
The lewd sound of his tip breaching your entrance had something locking in the base of Michael's spine. He was fighting so hard to not just drag you down fully, wanting to let you take your time, set your own pace.
“Michael– shit.” your head tipped back, knees shaking from the struggle of holding yourself up. You closed the distance between you two sliding down, the pressure of his cock against your slick walls was maddening. He felt so good. You were a moaning mess by the time your hips were flush to his.
“Yeah jus like that- y’feel so good inside angel.” he took that big hand and rubbed at your stomach again, eyes glued there, like he was seeing something there that you weren’t. You started to grind your clit against him slowly tilting forward.
You noticed that something was bothering Michael and that he wasn’t fully in the moment.
“What is it baby?” you tried your best to steady your voice, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“Was jus thinkin’ about–” he trailed off, turning his head to the side avoiding your eyes sheepishly, his nervous habit of biting his bottom lip coming out as his tongue peeked from his mouth.
“Michael, I know you wanna have a baby.” his head snapped back to yours, big eyes wide baring into yours like his secret had been exposed.
“And I want to have one with you.” you let sincerity bleed into your voice smiling down at him.
“How about– more than one?” he gripped your hips, their movements slowing and you swear you felt him twitch in you at his own words. You let out a laugh leaning down capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
“How about we just focus on the one first okay?” he nodded and smiled bright at you like you’d just made his day. Or his whole life. With that out of the way, your hips began to pick up pace, riding him like you wanted to, movements frantic as pressure built up again.
You let out a surprised sound as Michael placed a hand behind your head, flipping you onto your back. His hands gripped under your knees pressing them up up until they met your chest exposing you completely.
A mating press.
“I read somewhere–” he grinded his hips into you deeper, the new angle changing the feeling entirely. “That this was the best position to conceive.” your breath hitched, and you moaned out as he stretched you further. You're gripping at his shoulders with his head buried into your neck, lips letting out soft noises as his hips start to rut into yours.
Michael knew he wasn’t going to last long when he got you in this position. The feeling of you clenching around him and just the thought of putting a baby in you too much to bear. He was so close, his hips getting more erratic by the second.
The orgasm you’d been working your way up to was just on the edge of your spine and Michael knew so he kept his current pace, steady and his finger trailed up your body to rub your clit. “Fuck Michael m’so close!” your body felt like a live wire on the edge of shorting out.
“Let go momma I got you. Gonna look so good with our baby. You want that? Wan’ me to put a baby here?” his other hand came up to caress your stomach, his words driving you insane.
“Yes Michael please! Wanna have ‘ur baby!” your high pitched moans urging him on further. It was that that made him lose it, hips stuttering as the pleasure overwhelmed him, spilling inside your cunt with deep grinds and whimpers. You followed just seconds later tremors wracking your body while you whined coming undone and soaking his lap.
After you’d calmed down a bit with Michael still inside you while cum drooled from where you two were joined, you sighed out a content sound as you two breathed together, skin still damp from sweat and exhaustion.
