No one, and I mean NO ONE, on this earth can shame me enough to stop reading “plug/stoner [insert character] x reader” fanfics. Idgaf, I LIVE for them. 😭
you make real good money - so much your roomies plug! choso and emo! suguru have to wonder just what you do for work - but they don't try to pry. they sometimes (well, all the time) get stoned and have their theories though! Some crypto hacker, a sugar baby? You don't even leave the house yet you've always got packages, spoil them even, just what do you do for work?
pairings - plug!choso x camgirl!reader x emo!suguru
warnings - both of em have piercings, weed smoking reader is a cute lil camgirl, fingering, vidding it, oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, creampies, cum swallowing, spitting - it's just filthy - not proofread - 3k
art is from @/einruji on x <3
Being roommates with the two biggest stoners at your university was certainly interesting, off campus was way more affordable and they so happened to have a room available when nerd Gojo ran off to live at the frat house with his twin. So why not ask you, the girl who's gotten kicked out of her ex boyfriend's across the street?
They're as chill as can be, Choso sells but he keeps it super discreet, the two of them are ridiculously clean, and fuck - Suguru cooks dinner half the days for you all. The three of you love to get stoned and cook the most ridiculous shit, laughing and ordering pizza when it turns out horrible - nothing like those shorts you all share with each other.
No, things are going good, and the fact that they're sexy as fuck and walk around shirtless? Well that just helps you with your career - you're not a musician like Suguru, not a dealer like Choso, no you're a little bit of a secret they can't figure out. You always have your rent on time, but they've never seen you go to work, all summer you've just been hanging out at the house.
Yet somehow you have brand new things arriving all the time, fuck you bought them each a new necklace - something about 'friendship matching' shit, you bought them new jackets, you have been constantly splurging on sushi nights and the finest liquor. You seem to have more money than both of them - and they're certainly not broke.
Just what do you do for work?
The curiosity finally gets them one weekend, Choso’s rolling party favors since they’re hitting a frat party, Suguru’s gonna play with his band there and they’re asking you to come with. It’s not like you don’t want to, it’s that you have your highest tippers tonight, and it’d be foolish not to make bank. You already have a hell of a savings from some of the same men who constantly send you things.
It’s your money that buys Cho and Sugu things though.
You have to admit, you keep getting fonder of them, it could be Suguru’s way of making sure you have your favorite white claw in the fridge, or Choso making sure he got that sativa strain for you. It could be that they’re gorgeous and they smell too damn good, or it could be you’re just ovulating and all sensitive tonight.
But fuck you want them, would it be so terrible to ask them to join? But at the same time, you don’t want them looking a certain way at what you do. They seem super chill but you get a little nervous any time they ask, unable to fully answer them, just sort of giggling and brushing it off.
Suguru’s cooking before they go, his long hair is thrown half up in a bun, the rest flowing down his bare skin, just a thin black wife beater with some band he loves and blood splatter designed trip pants. Choso’s got a baggier shirt, stark white over long black sleeves, his jeans littered with chains, pockets stuffed endlessly full of his growing collection of lighters.
For some reason he stole one from every party he went to – which was a lot.
Suguru’s got a pan of garlic butter shrimp sizzling on the stove, making your tummy growl, since Choso’s grinding some new, ridiculously loud strain he just got in, and he let you test it out – fuck it’s made you hungry, your eyes are so damn red you have to slop drops in. You’re sitting right on the island, crossing your legs and giggling as Suguru has to work around you.
“Always in my way and shit,” he teases, pinching your thigh, you yelp a bit and he tugs you down, hovering a little too close, your phone notifs rolling in nonstop, he faintly notices with a flick of his gaze, hands lingering on your waist.
“Sugu you got a date tonight? You always shave when you do,” you tease him right back, fingers brushing his chin – smooth from where he’d just shaved, you can smell that aftershave this close.
“No I don’t have a date,” he snatches your hand and looks curiously at your phone again, when the timer goes off. “Distracting me, I’ll burn it.”
“My apologies, chef,” Suguru rolls his eyes, you go sit over next to Choso at the little table, his eyes dart across the little robe you have tied around your waist – this pretty pink silk that hits mid thigh and hardly covers shit.
“Wanna try this edible?” You laugh and shake your head.
“No way, yours are too dangerous!”
“This is so yummy, just take a nibble,” he opens the little squares of chocolate, leaning closer and holding it toward your lips, black nailed fingers delicate as they swirl it around temptingly. “Ya know ya wanna.”
“I better not hallucinate or something,” he snorts and shakes his head, but falters when you open your mouth, tongue brushing his fingers as you bite the milky chocolate laced with thc, moaning and shutting your eyes.
Suguru and Choso both just fucking stare at you, as you swipe some of your thumb and suck on it, moaning.
“So yummy!” You look at the silent men curiously, Suguru’s timer goes off and it sort of breaks the spell, but not before both men have to go to their rooms and jerk it to you.
It was sort of a ritual, jerk it to their roommate, act like they didn’t – know they each did – and get jealous when you gave either of them the smallest bit more attention. A cycle of wanting to fuck their pretty roomate who dresses slutty, but never wanting to take it too far, leaving them hopeless and jerking it raw.
They could fuck other girls, but how could they really when you live here all fucking cute and ruining them?
“Shit that’s good stuff,” you’re giggling when they’re getting ready to leave for that party, each have slung a faded jean jacket on, smeared a little liner on their eyes, you’ll use it as gooning material for your cam session tonight.
“Alright, we’re heading out,” Suguru lets you hug him and kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the face he leaks pre from hugs now. “If you need something call us.”
“No, go have fun!”
“Lock up please?” Choso kisses your head, you smile and nod.
The front door clicks shut behind them, and you exhale just a bit – your own routine is to wait a good ten minutes, just to be safe, before you get ready, undoing your robe so just your very slutty lingerie clings to your body. You get into the mood to talk to all these men on your laptop, sorting your blanket and the endless plushes and pillows into a cute arrangement.
You spritz yourself with body spray but that really never made sense – not like the guys smell you, but you still love champagne toast, right along with that little matching candle you light. You have your leds on this pretty pink color, putting on your slutty playlist – yep, you have it titled ‘slutty playlist’ right on your spotify.
Camming was easy in a way, but it was also a bit of a mindset to tap into. Setting up the ringlight, touching up your makeup, all before positioning yourself on your bed just so, making sure the angle looks casual. Your laptop was open, the soft glow of the ring light illuminating your almost bare skin as the viewer count starts to climb.
The problem is, this time? You forget to fully shut your door – you figure they’ll be gone for hours anyway.
“Hey everyone,” they start throwing those tips on stream just to see a hint of your titties. “Aw, did you all miss me?”
*****
"Shit I forgot all my prerolls," Suguru rolls his eyes as he drives toward the party, Choso is checking his pockets that are just full of papers, lighters and empty baggies. "I had them all ready to be bought."
"You're a mess," Suguru yawns and turns the car around, Choso's grinning. "You're lucky we aren't that far."
"What do you think she does for a living, besides being hot?"
Suguru snorts, putting the car into gear and easing up on the clutch. "I figure she's some like, sugar baby? She's gorgeous and chronically online."
"Nah no way, I think she's like in crypto - maybe she's some secret scammer? Like... a hacker or some shit!"
Suguru rolls his pretty amethyst eyes as they near the apartment. "Yeah I doubt it. Fuck I think I did forget my fave guitar pik... I'll come up too."
The two of them try to be just a bit quiet in case you're asleep, you kinda went to your room decently early every night and played your favorite music. Nothing too loud - just enough that if you were right by your room you could hear, the same music is a little louder when they walk in, your door cracked.
"Mmm, where'd I leave em?" Choso tugs at his ponytails that are falling just so, looking around until he pauses, peeking right in your room like a fucking pervert.
You're fucking your pretty cunt with a glass dildo, and the thing is all glittery and pink - like your entire room. All arched on that plush rug, ass facing this bright heart shaped ring light, moaning softly as your cunt is so loud he hears her sucking it up.
Choso almost busts.
"Bro," Suguru scowls as he sees his friend, clearly invading their cute roomie's privacy, but he pauses right fucking behind Choso, his jaw dropped on the damn floor.
"Mnh! Hah I'm not squirting for just a hundred, gonna need way more than that," you tease, pulling the dildo out and turning, lapping your tongue along the ridged glass, tasting your own fucking cunt.
Suguru almost busts.
"Hehe," you're all giggly from the weed, tits out of that robe, just a little garter around your waist and some ripped stockings the only thing covering you. "Mmm, I do taste g-"
You look and see both your roommates staring at you, cocks visibly hard in their jeans, you gasp and slam your laptop shut, stumbling up and dropping the damn dildo, it rolls loudly on the hardwood floor.
"Fuck, shit, fuck," you curse now, waving your hands around and just making your tits bounce more. "I'm so sorry! I thought you all were like gone and... fuck I should've locked the door, please like... I'll find somewhere else to go, okay I-"
"Hey," Suguru barely manages to speak, clearing his throat and picking the dildo up in his hands, coated in your slick, he sets it on the dresser and walks toward you, where you're panicking. "You don't have to go somewhere, fuck, okay?"
"Y-you're sure?" You realize your tits are out then, your puffy pussy showing too, but it seems stupid to close your robe now, instead feeling their gaze drift. "I didn't mean to be... Choso, are you okay?"
"Mnh," Choso cums right in his jeans, cursing as the white liquid spurts all over, so much it leaks dark through the denim. "Fucking cumming, sh-shit..."
"Oh! Oh? Oh..." You blush now, as if you weren't just fucking yourself on cam, Suguru sighs and runs a hand down his face. "That's hot."
"What?" Both men ask that, you giggle now.
"It's sexy you came from just looking at me," you fiddle with your robe a bit, swallowing nervously. "I could clean it up."
"Wha-!?" Choso damn near runs to you, blitzed off his ass now, cupping your face with his big tattooed hands. "Fuck I'd do anything to feel your throat wrapping me."
"That's hot too," you giggle more when he moans and kisses you, Suguru staring in utter confusion, when you pull back and look right at him. "You both should join me, if you all want. We can keep your faces out of it?"
"Oh you wanna..." Suguru drifts off, clearing his throat and walking to you, turning you away from Choso who's needy as he ruts against the curve of your ass, Suguru's hands drifting down your pretty tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
"Mnh," you cry out, lashes fluttering. "I've had to fuck myself like every day since I moved here."
"I fuck my toy too," Choso murmurs against your neck, you look back and giggle again, before gasping out when Suguru's fingers find your messy cunt, swirling in your slick.
"If I do your video, I get to eat your pretty cunt out, and I get to cum inside it," you look up at him, all fucked up now.
"And I get to eat his cum out."
"Choso you slut," you whisper, but it's a needy little one - biting down on your lip and nodding then. "I'm down, I'll split the money too."
"We don't need that," Suguru sinks two fingers inside, moaning and curving them up. "Choso thought you were a hacker."
"Hah, what!?"
"He thought you were a sugar baby!"
"Well... sort of. Let me set this back up and..." You work on the stream, the two men's cocks flush and at attention as you kneel on your bed, Suguru behind you, Choso in front of you - and that's when you suck Choso's cum right off his pretty, veiny cock, lapping at that pink tip.
"Mnh," Choso's whimpering as you bob up and down him, while Suguru's on his knees with his face buried in your cunt. His tongue ring catches that soft spot in your gummy walls, before he's lapping at your clit in mean little flicks, spitting right on your hole.
"Arch," he murmurs, you do just that, moaning around Choso's already hard cock as you lap up the very last remnants of his messy white ropes - Suguru is fucking you with his fingers, curving them up over and over until you feel too much pressure.
The boys utterly forget you're on cam, and so do you. Choso, already sensitive from cumming once, he's just whimpering, needy mess, his hands tangled in your hair as you deepthroat him, fucking your throat till it's sore and raw, murmuring sweet apologies.
"S-sorry, jus' feel s'good b-baby," he's fucking harder with firm ruts of his cock, when Suguru leans up from making you squirt on his fingers, slipping them in Choso's mouth. His dark lips wrap Suguru's thick fingers, moaning, cheeks hollowing. "Oh f-fuck, you taste so sweet."
"Mmph," you can't talk, the edible making your body feel even more sensitive, when Suguru's cock slaps heavy against your ass, and his pierced tip drags right along your slit. You jolt and your eyes roll back in your skull when he sinks inside.
"This tight? Oh fuck, that toy didn't stretch you out, huh?" Suguru - usually so sweet - is mean with it, pinning your arms behind your back, throwing you off balance, while Choso holds you up by cupping your face, ramming his cock past your uvula.
"We'll stretch you out baby," Choso murmurs, his lips parted, eyes gone black with how fucked up he already is, how needy when those filthy sounds of your cunt getting fucked and your throat getting rammed fill your room.
You make a filthy amount that night, but you don't check until much later, not when Suguru is pounding your cunt and making you cum around his cock, barbell dragging right in your quivering little hole. When Choso's whispering good girl and Suguru's murmuring that you're a perfect fuck toy.
Suguru has you cumming so much you collapse, lips pulling off Choso with a messy pop, Choso spits right in your mouth - not the sweet little Cho you thought he was, not when he's smacking your cheek and pulling your hair into his fist.
Your thighs are trembling when Suguru busts his load inside you, bent over you from where he's fucked you down into your matress, your mascara making a mess of your pillows as your tears of overstim fall, gasping and drooling. At some point your ring light just fucking falls, and the laptop gets shut by Suguru.
"My turn," Choso murmurs when he spreads your thighs, laying you on your back and shoving them against you, just to scoop all Suguru's milky release on his tongue. Suguru's kissing you all messy and mean, rutting his cock on the mattress, watching his best friend drink him out of your hole. "Fuck you took so much cum, can you take more?"
"Mhm," you're nodding all cute, letting Choso put another load inside you, until so much is pouring from your abused hole you're sticky, they both play in it, fingering it back inside until you're squirting all down their knuckles.
Later - much later - you three are smoking weed in your bed, they've cleaned you all up with their tongues, both having their own roll lit up, the three of you dizzy and high.
"So, you two wanna cam now?" You tease, inhaling the blunt from Choso's fingers as Suguru brushes your hair back, damp from the little shower they took with you.
"You think we should?" Choso asks, you pull up your phone, coughing out smoke and showing him the number. "Oh fuck..."
Choso's kissing up your neck when you peer at Suguru. "What do you think, hmm Sugu?"
"Well," he blows smoke in your mouth, letting you inhale, hands drifting down your body. "I do love small business."
You broke up clean. No names, no explanations, no closure. Now he’s back… Watching your stories, haunting your sidelines, asking questions he’s terrified to hear the answers to. You were never really done with him. And he was never strong enough to let you go.
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Part of the ''Exes who cant stay away'' series
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warnings: sub/switchy!plug!choso, ex!bf!choso, captain of a basketball team female!reader, fake non-chalant Choso, mentions of weed/ Choso smoking it, jerking him off, him fingering you, creampies, squirting, dick riding, car sex, desperate/ pathetic Choso, overstimulation, crying Choso, pussy drunk Choso, manhandling, boob sucking, choking
‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Earlier that day, during basketball practice, your friends spoke about something interesting while stretching. Everyone seemed to be in a relationship or was getting there with someone. Finally, your last single friend announced she would finally confess her feelings to her crush. The whole team cheered her on before the conversation focused on you.
You had hoped they'd forget you. But no. Every day, every single day they'd ask you if you had finally met someone. All the asking and nagging drove you crazy but they just cared about you. They were concerned. Deep down all of them knew you weren't really over your mystery ex. They had never seen him, nor heard a name. You liked keeping your business to yourself. It got to a point they thought you had made him up or were schizophrenic. When you two broke up a few months ago, you arrived on the court, bawling your eyes out for hours. It seemed like you really liked him. So they backed off when you told them to drop the topic and get to work.
On the court, you felt free. The only thing on your mind was making points, throwing the ball, dunking it. You could turn off your brain and soul for a few moments. It was like your body was moving on auto pilot and your brain was on stand by. Like a breeze if fresh air on a hot summer day.
You loved it.
‘’Well done everyone!’’ you spoke when your coach gathered you all together. After going over the game plan for the next day, you guys were free to leave. And you were the first to run into the locker room. Your friends knew something was up with you. You were acting weird and secretive. Well, more than usual. Before changing, you stared at your phone, making sure you weren't running mad. Making sure you weren't seeing things before practice. You checked your phone and there it was. A message from him.
After you two had broken up, you hadn't attempted to reach out to him. He didn't either. Your pride was just too high. He was too. Well, that's what you kept on telling yourself. Now that you thought about it, you two had broken up out of the blue. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. And you couldn't tell anyone about your boyfriend. You didn't want to.
‘’I miss you'’ the message read. No greeting, no him asking you how you were doing, no checking up on you, just three words followed by him wishing you luck for your big game tomorrow.
Your heart started beating so fast you thought it would actually jump out of your chest. You shook your head, taking a deep breath, trying to recollect yourself. Now was not the time to let your facade crumble. And you really wanted to text him back. But after thinking about it, your emotions were high now. You had to calm down first. So you put your phone down and got changed.
‘’Oh, I know that look.’’ One of your friends said, slamming her locker shut, shooting you a teasing grin. ‘’Did your ex text you?’’
Witchcraft. It must have been witchcraft. How else would she know?
Suddenly, all your friends smirked at you, asking you all sorts of questions. But you didn't answer. They knew you'd tell them eventually so they just let it go. After getting changed, all of you decided to head to a diner nearby. After the practice session you had just had you needed the fuel. The energy.
Everything went great and you debated on texting him, telling him to leave you alone. But you decided to pay him no mind. Letting him back in couldn't be good. ‘’What's your crush like?’’ You asked.
Your friends were trying to come up with a plan to help your friend confess to the guy she was interested in. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were planning on helping her propose to him.
‘’I'm pretty sure all of you know him.’’ That sounded promising. ‘’He is a little shy, doesn't speak much.’’ Sounded like someone you knew, you thought to yourself and let out a sigh. ‘’Tall, black hair, piercings, tattoos…’’ This had to be a coincidence. A lot of people on campus had piercings, tattoos and happened to have black hair. ‘’Oh and he is the famous plug on campus.’’ No. No, no, no, no, no. God no. ‘’Choso Kamo.’’
You almost dropped the glass in your hand.choking on a sip of water. Your teammates slapped your upper back, trying to get you to calm down while you apologised. The world was so big. So big. Eight billion people on this god forsaken planet, and she managed to fall in love with your ex? You weren't mad, she didn't know after all. It still stung though. ‘’Oh, I heard he and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago. You should shoot your shot!’’ One friend encouraged. ‘’I don't know about that.’’ Another friend chimed in. ‘’Apparently, he isn't over his ex.’’ She huffed. ‘’He won't even look at other women.’’
Oh? That was news to you. Not that you'd complain about that. You tried your best hiding the grin trying to make its way on your face. It was starting to get dark and the place was packed with people.
And when the door opened for the nth time, another friend group entered, a friend group you knew too well. A tall guy with white hair and blue eyes and a shit eating grin plastered on his face stepped in, accompanied by a long haired guy with gauges and a blonde guy whose cheekbones could cut through stone rolling his eyes behind him. And you hoped… No, begged the Gods above that their fourth friend wouldn't show up.
But fate wasn't on your side today.
He stepped in right after them. Eyes low, wearing a tight fitted t-shirt that accentuated his muscles and small waist alongside a baggy pair of pants. Oh you were fucked.
Fucked, nervous, and throbbing.
You took a deep breath, turning away from the door, hoping they wouldn't notice you. But of course they did. Choso had sensed your presence the moment he stepped into the diner. Your voice, your scent, he could make them out in a crowd full of a million people. But he didn't look for you. He didn't want you to know he knew you were there. Because he knew you had seen him.
But hiding didn't go too well. Because when they walked past your table, Gojo happened. Greeting you, making a scene, telling you how much he missed seeing you. Admittedly, the other two men had missed you too. But they could read the room. As Choso was with them, you didn't want them acknowledging you. It was too late now.
‘’You know Choso?’’ Your friends asked, almost simultaneously.
‘’As you can see we have mutual friends. I have nothing to do with him.’’ You laughed it off but you could feel his gaze on you. And you were way too awkward to look at him right now. The situation itself stole at least fifteen years of your life.
‘’We won't bother you girls any further.’’ Geto smiled, giving you a quick side hug.‘’
Have a nice evening, and Y/n you can call us whenever.’’ Nanami followed suit with a hug. And then, Choso stood right in front of you. You gasped, looking up at him. And for the first time in months you were staring into his eyes. Smiling awkwardly, you gave him a hug before sitting down, trying not to die from embarrassment.
Then the questions came. How do you know them? Did Choso just hug you? It doesn't seem like you don't have anything to do with him. Are you friends? Are you embarrassed of him? Why? And so on.
At some point, hours later, you saw the group heading out. Then your phone vibrated. Another message from him reading ‘’Come outside’’. The audacity. He couldn't even say please. But you rolled your eyes, standing up and making an excuse about why you had to go out to take some fresh air now.
When you stepped out the four of them were talking, a blunt pressed in between Choso's lips. The second you stepped through the door his gaze was on you. You hated how good he was at not breaking eye contact. The other three guys upon noticing you, sneaked back in, giving you two some space. Brushing past you, Gojo winked. You wanted to hit him so badly.
Choso inhaled, letting the weed sit in his lungs before exhaling. All while still looking at you, not taking his eyes off you once. You on the other hand were avoiding his gaze. Then he stepped closer.
Taking one step. Two steps. Until he stood right in front of you. Now you had to look up at him. Into his eyes.
‘’’You doing okay?’'
Your breath hitched. You had gone months without speaking to him. Months without hearing his voice. Months without feeling his presence. And now here he was. You kept on replaying this exact scenario in your mind. Thinking of all the things you'd tell him once he stood in front of you. But now? Your brain was empty. Words caught up in your throat.
So you just nodded. He sighed contently, taking another puff of his joint, not taking his eyes off you once.
‘’I saw that guy in your story the other day.’’
‘’I thought I had blocked you.’’ You gulped, folding your arms in front of your chest.
‘’You thought wrong.’’
Silence.
Yes, you lied. You hadn't blocked him. You wanted him to see what you were up to. That you wouldn't put your life on hold just because you two broke up. You wouldn't be moping around because you didn't care. Or that's what you wanted him to believe at least.
‘’What do you want, Choso?’’ You sighed, breaking the silence.
For the first time tonight he looked away letting out a chuckle. ‘’We're back to first name basis, huh?’’
‘’I thought that's what exes do.’’ You tilted your head to the side slightly, taking one step towards him. He was trying to get to you, but you wouldn't let him.
‘’I thought we were different, baby.’’
You huffed. ‘’Not you acting all high and mighty, knowing you're one sweetheart away from folding.’’ He furrowed his brows and you smirked. He knew damn well you were right. One sweetheart and it was over for him. Well any type of attention from you was enough to get him going. You stepped a little closer, making his face turn red. That was the Choso you knew.
‘‘’Want some?’’ he offered you a puff of his joint, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but you declined.
‘’You know I've got a game tomorrow.’’
‘’Right…’’
You cracked a smile, taking a few steps back, leaning against the wall. He walked up to you slowly, getting way too close for your mind to comprehend. But your heart knew what you wanted.
‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Oh, he wanted to kiss you so badly, you could tell. His eyes were hazy, switching between gazing into your eyes and looking down at your plump, juicy lips.
The thing is, he had kissed your lips a million times already. And he had no idea if it was the weed making his brain all fuzzy, but they seemed to pull him right in.You had bewitched him.
‘’Depends,’’ you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘’You jealous?’’ You pulled him in, pressing soft kisses to his neck, taking your time to make him ache for you. When you sucked at the spot right beneath his ear, he let out a whimper, throwing his head back slightly to give you more access.
As your lips wandered to his chin, he let his blunt fall to the ground, stomping it out as his hands made their way to your hips. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a soft kiss that grew deeper by the second.
When you tried to pull away he wouldn't let you. Understandably. You two hadn't seen, held and kissed each other for months. He had been waiting for this. Craving you. Craving your lips on his, craving your hands wandering up and down his body, craving you whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Telling you how much you missed him. Telling you how much you missed his big, stupid, dick inside you-
‘’Choso.’’ You mumbled against his lips, finally managing to pull away to take a deep breath. ‘’You are spacing out.’’
‘’Stop calling me that...’’
You frowned. He didn't even blink at you. But he almost looked… Needy? Like he wanted to beg. Beg for you to stop calling him by his first name. Beg for you to call him anything… Sweetheart, darling, my love… Even Cho would do.
You cupped his face, lips mere inches from his, as you looked him right in the eyes. ‘’I missed you, Cho.’’
He was done for.
“Y-Y/n…’’ You pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. On the one hand, you really hoped no one was watching you right now. But on the other hand you didn’t care. You pressed your leg between your thigh grazing against his crotch. ‘’Hngh-W-Wait!’’
There he was. Your easily flustered Choso. And would you look at that? He was hard. You pulled away again, staring up at his doe eyes, making it hard for you to focus on anything. Resting your hands on his chest, you let out a sigh. You'd hate yourself for what you were about to say.
‘’Let me go get my bag. Then we can get out of here.’’ Little did you know you'd barely make it to the car.You headed inside and found yourself a little irritated when he followed you with a smirk on his face. Choso was quiet and observant when he was in public. So he definitely knew one of your friends had the hots for him. And he knew you hadn't told them about the both of you. So when you stepped through the door, with him walking behind you closely, you had to decide:
Come up with a lie that would make them question you for a few seconds, or tell them the truth. And after months of hiding and keeping your feelings to yourself, you chose the latter. Not the whole truth, they didn't need to know you two were making out just seconds prior to this conversation.
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you.’’ You muttered, but they laughed it off. They knew you'd tell them eventually. You just loved taking your sweet ass time when it came to important information.
So finally, your heart was at ease. You could leave with a calm and collected mind. And he followed after you closely again. When you reached your car, reaching out your hand to open the door, he stopped you. Pressing your back against the car door, arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn't hold back and you didn't either. He was hungry.
Hungry for your kisses, hungry for your touch, hungry for the sounds you made when he trailed hungry kisses down your neck, leaving marks on the way. His mind had been imagining holding you like this, kissing you like this for months now. And finally, he was here. With you in his arms, kissing him back. Your hands wandered down his body, one grabbing at his peck, making him mumble into the kiss, and the other moving down his abdomen, not skipping a beat as it made its way to his crotch painfully slow. Teasingly. Oh, he was hard and heavy, pulsing and throbbing in his pants.
‘’Looks like you might explode any minute,’’ you whispered between kisses.
‘’Certainly f-feels like it.’’ He muttered, pulling away. You could finally open the car door now. But not to the front seats. You were sure you wouldn't be able to make it home now. He was about to explode and you weren't far from losing your mind either. You were sure your panties were soaked. Drenched in your arousal.
He got in first and you followed suit, as he pulled you into his lap, closing the door behind you. Then his gaze fell on you again, hands placed on either side of your waist after he grabbed your arms and rested them around his neck. You loved when he looked at you like this. Like you hung up the stars and the moon. Totally mesmerised by you.
‘’You have the prettiest eye shape, you know?’’
You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ‘’That's so random.’’
‘’I missed you too,’’ he breathed out, an answer to your statement earlier when you were making out in front of the diner. Of course he did.
‘’Figures.’’ You whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. ‘’You're rock hard.’’ Smirking, you started grinding your hips against his crotch subtly, making his breath hitched in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, nails digging into your flesh. Then you trailed kisses down his neck again, stopping at his Adam's apple digging your teeth into it softly. You wanted to leave a mark.
‘’F-Fuck…’’ he whispered underneath his breath. And you could feel him twitching beneath you. The self control he had was admirable. He didn't thrust up once. He didn't beg you to do something about it either. He knew how much you loved good boys.
And he wanted to be so good for you.
You removed his hands from his waist, unbuckling his pants. He helped you, tugging them down to his ankles as you took off your pants. His dick sprung free, slapping against his stomach. Then you cupped his face, pulling him into another kiss. One of your hands wandered down to his throbbing dick, gripping at his aching red tip, squeezing it tightly.
He gasped into your kiss and you sucked in anything he was about to say. You moved your hand up and down slowly, squeezing lightly at his base. But like the good boy he was, he didn't want to leave you unattended. So one of his arms reached behind you, making its way to your soppy cunt. And oh, you were warm, pussy drooling all over his thighs, making a mess even though he hadn't even touched you yet. The both of you were quite desperate. But no one could top Choso when it came to desperation.
He rubbed at your folds, making you moan into the kiss before he pushed a finger into you. Those thick, long fingers of his that used to have you shaking every other night. When he added another finger, you squeezed his tip before you started stroking again, painfully slow. He spread his fingers inside you, going in a scissor motion, trying to stretch you out for what was about to come.
By the time you increased the pace of your strokes on his dick, you could fit three fingers, whining into the kiss. It was hot. Too hot. So hot that his free hand reached out and crack open a window, letting the cool night air enveloped you.
‘’I,’’ he started, mumbling between kisses ‘’want to put it inside.’’
‘’Say please.’’
‘’P-Please…’’ No hesitation, no shame, just desperation on Choso's end. And you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of you as you raised your hips, positioning yourself right above his dick, sinking down slowly. You were so warm. So wet. Too much for Choso who hadn't even dared to look at another woman for the past few months.
Who hadn't dared to let another woman touch him. Let alone sit on his dick in the backseat of a car.
You were the only one he wanted to do it with. The only one he craved doing it with. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
‘’S-So warm and so-Fuck! W-Wet…’’ he whimpered when you finally bottomed out, walls clenching around his throbbing dick deliciously, waiting to get used to the familiar stretch. Choso was big and very humble about it. In the earlier stages of your relationship, he swore he was average, nothing special, nothing to drool over. And you always laughed about it because frankly, you didn't care about his size. You would be happy with whatever he could give you.
Too bad what he could give you resembled a fucking pipe. When you saw it the first time, wanting to suck him off after you two were done making out, you audibly gasped. And the audacity of his, asking you if it was enough, telling you he'd understand if you left, all while giving you that innocent look, batting his long eyelashes at you. You started moving slowly, as he clung to you, arms on your waist, lips pressing kisses to your neck, biting you, leaving the occasional mark. He pulled up your shirt, alongside your bra, too lazy to struggle to unbuckle it now, revealing your chest. Before you knew it, his mouth latched on to one nipple, tongue swirling around it, mouth sucking on it, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as one of his hands pinched the other nipple.
The sensation went straight to your core, making you clench around him tightly. ‘’S-Stop clenching so tightly…’’ he muttered around your boob. From your point of view, it looked like he was trying to swallow it whole. He had always been a boob fanatic. Well, the only boobs he was obsessed with were yours. He was obsessed with everything about you.
‘’Stop p-playing with my chest then…’’ you muttered, trying to hold back a moan.
That did it for him.
Suddenly, he sucked on your titt. Hard. Both of his arms slung themselves around your waist, holding you closely, as he started thrusting up into you. Which caught you off guard. The first time he slammed up into you, you let out a moan, squeezing your eyes shut. The second time, you squealed, squeezing down on him again. ‘’Ch-Choso!’’ You groaned, nails digging into the back of his neck.
‘’Stop c-calling me that…’’ and he punctuated every word with a thrust of his hips. Fuck, he was driving you crazy. He had no idea what he was doing to you, turning your insides into mush while marking you up. “Ca-Call me… Literally a-anything else-Ngh!’’ He slammed you down on his dick, letting out something between a groan and a whimper. He was far gone already. As were you. The both of you had forgotten the cracked window. And to be honest, you didn't care about anything or anyone. Especially him. The only thing he was interested in was how often he could fill you up in this car.
When he bit into your chest, drawing a groan from you, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing him back against his seat. His eyes rolled back in his head. You had almost forgotten how much he loved getting choked by you. You pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth as his grip on your hips loosened. He was close. So close he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue. That and you cutting off his air circulation were driving him crazy. And you whispered into his ear, telling him he could come inside you, he lost it. Losing all his restraint. He let out a whimper, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he came deep inside you, panting your insides white.
Hot tears streamed down his face when you let go of his neck, coughing, trying to suck in some air. And you pressed soft kisses to his face, trying to calm him down. ‘’’You doing okay there, baby?’’ He twitched, taking a few ragged breaths as you kissed away his tears.
You were just about to get off him, when he buried his face into your chest, hugging you tightly. Then, thrust. A thrust into you, shaking up your walls. ‘’You d-didn't finish…’’ he muttered, sucking marks into your chest. And he built up his pace gradually, this time thrusting into you faster. He was still hard, throbbing inside you, making sure not a single drop of the load he had pumped into you would go to waste. ‘’I missed this s-sloppy pussy…’’ he whimpered, grinding his dick into you.
The windows of your car were all fogged up, his dick was digging into your insides. He pulled away momentarily, and made you lie back against the center console, grabbing your waist to fuck into you while he pressed a thumb to your clit.. ‘’Right there, Cho! Y-Yes!’’
‘’R-Right here, yeah?’’
You nodded haptically, loving the way he was fucking you. Loving the way he was rubbing your clit. ‘’I'm going to-'’ you were cut off by a whimper of your own, trying not to lose yourself. He pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him. Making you feel every inch of him slipping inside him. You wanted to scream, cream on his dick. Lose your mind.
And that's exactly what you did. You lost yourself in the feeling of his dick slamming into you. You were a total mess. And when the both of you came, you came hard. His thrust halted, stopping deep inside you as he continued rubbing your clit through your high. You moaned, screamed, whined his name as you squirted all over his dick, twitching like a mad woman. He pulled you in for a kiss you melted into, and you just stayed like that for a while.
Hugging each other, kissing each other with him still inside you, until you had to start moving. You got off him, letting his dick slip out of you gently, both of you letting out a groan at the loss of warmth.
‘’Fuck, I needed this.’’ You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.He looked at you.
‘’So… So you didn't sleep with that guy?’’
You chuckled, pulling on your pants, zipping your pair right up. ‘’Of course not, Cho.’’ Before you could head out of the door, he pulled you into another kiss.
You stepped out, rushing into the driver's seat while he stepped out, opened the door and sat down right next to you.
‘’You're going to have to get your car cleaned after the mess we just made.’’ He mumbled.
‘’You mean you are going to get this car cleaned.’’
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. And you headed straight to your place. You two missed out on a lot of quality time spent together. And you were sure there was a lot you two needed to talk about.
‘’Why didn't you tell us he was your ex?’’ The next day, you two showed up to your game together. After you two had talked… And fucked it out, you decided to give it another try. And after the game you had one, he came up to you, hugging you from behind.
‘’Boyfriend,’’ he muttered into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ‘’I'm her boyfriend again.’’
Damn right he was. And this time, you wouldn't let him slip through your fingers.
you’re just moving around the house, moomoo swaying near your french tip toes, fabric soft and light with every step. you’re tidying up, straightening the living room, then heading into the kitchen to check on what’s cooking. the stove is warm, a pot bubbling while you stir.
you don’t even notice it at first, but connie’s been staring. from his spot on the couch, tv on but long forgotten, his eyes never leave the way your moomoo hugs you when you bend over. it flows loose and easy until you stand back up, then it clings in between your ass for just a second, enough to make him bite his lip.
every trip you make past him, his gaze follows. the sound of the tv doesn’t matter. what matters is the way your hips sway, the little drag of fabric on the floor, the soft flash of your skin when the hem shifts too high.
you glance over once, catching him. “connie, you not even watchin your show no more.”
he leans back against the couch, grinning like he’s got nothing to hide. “can you blame me, mama? moomoo doin god’s work right now.”
you roll your eyes, trying to keep your focus, turning back to stir the pot. but you can feel his stare drilling into your back, heavy, greedy.
“you gon burn my dinner if you don’t quit distractin’ me,” you warn, shaking your head.
connie laughs low, stretching out, arm hanging over the back of the couch. “girl, forget the food… i’m tryna be full off you.”
you sigh, pretending to ignore him, when you suddenly feel him move. his footsteps shuffle across the hardwood, and before you can protest, his arms are around your waist, pulling you into him from behind.
“connie…” you mutter, trying to sound stern, but his voice is already brushing against your ear.
“i ain’t startin, ma,” he murmurs, lips ghosting your jaw. “i’m finishing.”
his hands tug at the fabric of your moomoo, hands sliding up the back of your thighs. you grab his wrist quickly, giving him a sharp look over your shoulder. “don’t be nasty in my kitchen.”
he only smirks, kissing your cheek, his palm cupping your ass through the thin fabric. “kitchen already hot, might as well let me turn it up.”
before you can swat at him again, he’s lifting you clean off your feet, the spoon clattering against the stove as you squeal.
“connie!”
he throws you over his shoulder, laughing when you kick lightly at his chest. “dinner can wait,” he says as he moves the pot off the burning eye and starts walking you straight to the couch. “i can’t.”
he drops you onto your feet near the couch, moomoo in a messy flutter. you barely catch your breath before he’s dropping onto his back into the couch, eyes dark, hands reaching for your thighs.
“connie, i swear—”
“shhh,” he cuts you off, dragging his hand under the moomoo up to your hips, kissing every inch of skin he has access to on the way. “sit down, ma. stop playin.”
before you can protest, he’s pulling you onto him by your hips and wrapping his arms around your thighs while you settle onto his face. with no hesitation his mouth is on you, tongue working like he’s been starving. your gasp breaks sharp, head falling back, your moomoo slipping off one shoulder while his hands hold your ass down on his face.
“papa—oh my god—” your voice cracks, nails digging into the cushions.
he groans into you, the sound vibrating against your clit, making your whole body jolt. the wet and messy sounds echo in the room, filling it with nothing but your moans and the obscene rhythm of him devouring you.
“slow down, i can’t—” you beg, but he doesn’t stop. if anything, he pulls you harder onto his face, refusing to let you escape.
the pressure builds fast, your thighs shaking, stomach tightening, and then you’re gone. orgasm crashing through you, loud and messy, hips grinding helplessly against his mouth as you cry out his name.
he holds you down through every wave, licking and sucking until your body goes limp, and moomoo clinging damply to your sides. when you finally look down, dazed, he’s grinning up at you with his chin glistening.
before you can catch your breath, he leans back against the couch arm, dick hard and straining against his sweats. he pats his lap, smirk lazy. “c’mon, ma. hop on.”
your legs are still shaky, but the hunger in his eyes drags you forward. you climb onto him and turn your back to him, moomoo bunched high at your waist again, and sink down onto his dick with a shuddering gasp.
“fuck,” connie groans, head tipping back. “that’s it. ride me just like that.”
you brace your hands on his thighs, bouncing slow at first, hips grinding. the couch creaks under the rhythm, your moans spilling louder.
then you hear it—the click of his phone unlocking. you glance back over your shoulder, wide eyed. “connie…”
he’s already holding it up, camera angled perfectly. your ass bouncing, his dick disappearing inside you, the moomoo clinging around your waist. “don’t look at me like that,” he pants. “you know i gotta save this.”
heat burns through you at the thought, making your pace quicken. the thrill of being recorded has your walls clenching tight around him, juices running down his thighs.
“that’s right,” he groans, free hand gripping your hip while the other films. “show out for me. show me how bad you need it.”
each bounce is louder than the last, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the air. the moomoo keeps fluttering around you, but all the camera sees is your ass working him like you’re made for it.
“goddamn, ma,” he hisses, biting his lip. “look at you—riding like you tryna kill me.”
you feel your orgasm building again, body trembling, and he knows it. he drops the phone low enough to keep the shot steady while his hand smacks down hard on your ass.
“cum for me baby,” he growls, voice breaking. “right fuckin now.”
you fall apart with a sharp cry, body seizing, cunt tightening around him as your orgasm drags you under. connie snarls, hips snapping up into you, the camera catching every second of your collapse.
“shit, i’m boutta cum—” he chokes, eyes glued to the screen as his own orgasm hits. “fuck, take it, ma, take all this nut.”
he holds you down hard, pumping into you until he’s spilling deep and messy. his thrusts grow sloppy, and he groans loud, phone tilted just enough to catch the creamy drip when he pulls back, showing it off like a prize.
he smacks your ass again, softer now, rubbing the sting out as he laughs breathlessly. “look at you. messy as hell and still the prettiest thing i ever seen. whole movie star in this moomoo, swear to god.”
the video ends with your moans and his laugh tangled together.
later, when you both regain your breath, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. he cleans you carefully with a warm rag, whispering soft praise as he goes. “my mamas. did so good for me. took it all like a pro.”
you slip back into your moomoo, the fabric flowing around you again like none of it happened.
back in the kitchen, you finish cooking the forgotten food, still flushed but steady now. connie leans against the island, breaking down weed, his fingers quick and practiced as he rolls.
he watches you for a beat, grin spreading across his face. “crazy how that moomoo had me riskin dinner like that. shit should come with a warning label.”
you look over your shoulder, laughing. “you so dumb.”
he licks the blunt closed, sparking it up. “dumb for you, though. can’t even front.”
the kitchen fills with smoke and the smell of food, the sound of your quiet humming mixing with the faint crackle of his blunt. connie exhales, lazy grin back on his face as his eyes wander down to the way your moomoo sways around your toes again.
“yeah,” he mutters, smirk tugging at his lips. “dinner and dessert, all in one night.”
you set the table simple, bowls and glasses clinking against the wood while connie takes his last hits. the food’s hot, steam curling up from the pot, and you plate it while he leans back in the island chair, blunt dangling lazy between his fingers.
“smell good, ma,” he says, eyes half lidded as he exhales a cloud toward the ceiling. “you really gon spoil me—feed me, fuck me, and tuck me in after?”
you shake your head, laughing as you slide his plate in front of him. “you act like you deserve all that.”
he grins, pointing at himself with the blunt. “i do though. i’m constance, baby.”
you roll your eyes but sit across from him, and for a while it’s just the sound of forks against plates and connie humming approval between bites. he leans back when he’s done, belly full, blunt relit, the smoke curling soft around the two of you.
after dinner, you rinse the dishes quick, moomoo swaying around your ankles, before he tugs at your nightgown. “c’mon. couch. show’s still playin.”
he flops down first, spreading out like he owns the whole thing, and you settle against him. his arm goes over your shoulder, blunt in his other hand as he scrolls back to whatever episode he pretended to watch earlier.
“see, i missed half of this ‘cause of you,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “moomoo came through and ruined my concentration.”
“you ruined your own concentration,” you mutter, curling into his side.
he chuckles, passing you the blunt, eyes flicking between the screen and you. “yeah… worth it, though.”
the room glows dim from the tv, soft smoke in the air, your belly warm from dinner and body still humming from earlier. connie’s laughter bubbles up now and then at the show, his chest shaking under your cheek. his fingers drum lazy circles on your arm, like he can’t stop touching you even when he’s focused on the screen.
at some point, your eyes get heavy, the soft rhythm of his breathing and the low murmur of the tv pulling you under. he notices, glancing down with a small smile.
“sleepy already?” he whispers, brushing a hand down your side.
you mumble something that sounds like “mmm,” and he laughs quietly, kissing the top of your head.
“sleep tight, ma. i’ll finish the episode for both of us.”
and he does—smoking slow, eyes on the screen, you tucked under his arm in your moomoo, until the credits roll and the night feels complete.
eren got you fucked all the way up, and what better way to piss him off than entertaining niggas?
warnings : cursing (use of n-word), crybaby!reader (kinda), underage drinking (they're all 19-20), smut, dacryphilia kink, squirting, toxicity(?) slight cunnilingus, pussy slapping, just nasty ok??
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you were pissed.
over the passed few weeks, eren rubbed you the wrong way.
on one of the nights he stayed over, you ended up seeing a text come through from some girl he was speaking to before you.
of course, you lost it on his ass. calling him a bunch of names, shoving him around your room, and tossing his shit at him.
once he hit you with that 'i'm not even your boyfriend, you're tweaking,' you kicked him out for good.
now, you genuinely liked eren and actually wanted to be with him, so of course his absence hurt like a motherfucker.
up until you got that message.
your best friend, blessyn, sent a zoomed in screenshot from historia's story.
you had seen it earlier, the post being a picture of her and her girlfriend in a mirror at some party.
but zoomed in? eren was boo'ed up in the background with some bitch you couldn't recognize.
your heart ached seeing that, and you wanted to scream, and cry, and hurt someone. everything under the sun.
but like he said, he's not your man and he can do whatever he wants.
so you took the flexy rods out your hair, did your makeup, put on cheetah halter top you just ordered with your skimpest skirt and heels that hurt too good to walk in, and decided to show your ass at hitch's party.
"mickey look, she in the back just hot." blessyn joked lightly with mikasa from the passenger seat.
you look up at the rearview mirror, seeing the two of them take a quick glance at you.
mikasa, of course, was the driver to the party. however you knew she got too turnt at parties so blessyn would probably be the one driving you all back.
"don't even say nothin. leave me alone." you stopped them once they shared a look, mean mugging them.
they giggled, minding their business.
it doesn't take long to get to hitch's house, pulling into the empty driveway.
the loud music poured from the cracks of the house, already making you excited.
hopefully there was some fine ass nigga willing to entertain your tomfoolery for the night.
when you get in, its a party full of people bumping and grinding to the music.
"birthday shots in the kitchen!" you hear connie yell on the mic, making everyone cheer.
"girl we gotta go!" blessyn yelled, sticking her tongue out and dragging the two of you in there.
you were able to make it to the kitchen before the crowd of people could crush the three of you.
hitch was sitting on the counter with historia, mini don julio bottles in their hands with a smile.
"oh my god you made it! hi!" historia squeals loudly, jumping down from where she was and hugging you tightly.
you squeeze her back, rocking her side to side with a smile.
"onyankopon was asking for you, here! he's over by the dining room." historia informed you, handing you four bottles.
blessyn looped her arm around yours, cheesing like the fucking cheshire cat you knew her to be.
"tryna put me on to mr sexy tonight?" she asked, following you over to the dining room.
you kissed your teeth, tugging her along once you see onyankopon stand up from his seat.
"oh shit. look who came out her lil hidey hole." he teases, holding his arms out to you.
you roll your eyes at him, hugging him back regardless.
"whatchu doing out here sully? not past your bed time?" onyankopon asks, fixing your curls for you.
you knew onyankopon since fifth grade, and ended up being the best of friends since.
"fuck you yanni. i'm looking for the hoes." you joked, handing him one of the bottles from your hand.
he mean mugged you almost immediately, shoving you sideways.
one thing about him? he hated hearing you try to get on niggas, always saying you like 'actin grown' whenever you did.
as if the two of you weren't the same age.
blessyn nudged you immediately, looking between you and onyankopon.
"yanni, blessyn. blessyn, onyankopon." you quickly introduced them, stepping out the way with a eye roll.
he shakes her hand, taking her outfit in while she does the same.
while they occupied themselves, you scooted into onyankopon's seat and popped open your own bottle.
"yo, you drinking the other one?" a voice asks next to you, immediately catching your attention.
you recognize him as one of onyankopon's friends, but you never knew his name.
but whenever you had dinner at onyankopon's, you'd hear him yelling 'raga' over the headset.
he was fine wine. long locs in a low bun, goatee, perfectly round lips, and eyes that yelled 'fuck me' in your face.
maybe you could play around a little bit.
"nah, it's yours if you want it." you winked, holding the bottle out to him.
he licked his lips as he took it from your hands, opening it and drinking from the bottle slowly.
"you got a name, pretty?" he asked, leaning forward so you could hear him over the music.
you nod, biting your lip as your name slips from your mouth.
he nods, repeating it after you as if to test it.
"i know you're raga." you giggle, taking a quick look up and down.
"mm.. how you know about me?" he asks flirtatiously, making you squeal internally.
"with a face like that, how could I not?" you shoot back, tilting your head teasingly.
oh you know you got him on lock by the way he nods his head and stares down your shirt.
now isn't the time to let him know you were the infamous little sister onyankopon talks about.
your phone buzzes, making you finally look away and look down at it.
connie : come get another bottle princess!!
connie : in the kitchen, mickey left you one
you look back up at raga, who seemed to be reading the messages with you.
red flag, but you'll let him slide with the eyes he's giving you.
"leaving so soon? i was starting to have fun." he asks, faking a frown.
you giggle, tucking a hair behind your ear. "i'll be back. maybe we could share the next one." you whisper in his ear.
you stood up from your seat and tugged down your skirt, sliding between people to get to the kitchen.
a hand grabs you, making you turn around and mug the person.
eren.
his hair was down, and all he had on was a wife beater.
"nigga get the fuck off of me." you curse immediately, trying to shove him away.
"stop playing with me. who you was sitting with?" eren glared you down, grabbing both your wrists.
you stopped, looking in the direction you just came from.
how long had he been watching you talk to raga, and why didn't you see him?
"you not my nigga right? it's not your fucking business." you threw his words back in his face.
you manage to get one of your hands free, shoving him back as hard as you could.
"ba-" "uh uh! fuck you nigga! you so fucking weird!" you cut him off, looking at him like he was crazy.
eren exhaled, before snatching you up and dragging you outside.
"you wanna argue? come argue then baby."
that's how you ended up in the predicament you were in now.
straddling eren's lap in his drivers seat while he laid back, looking up at you.
"talk, (𝜗ৎ). tell me what's wrong." he said softly, and you know what he's doing when he holds your waist.
what the fuck happened to standing on business?
you heart stuttered the longer you stared down at him.
he was wearing the cuban link you got him for his birthday the year before, with his muscles prominent in his shirt.
"you so fucking weird." you shook your head in disbelief, staring into his emerald eyes.
"mhm. and how am i weird baby?" he asks you, licking his lips as he waited patiently.
you took too long to reply, making him squeeze your hip in warning.
your lip trembled, all emotions you felt before leaving your house coming back to haunt you.
"y-you keep playing with me nigga." you whisper, chest rising and falling quicker than before.
eren knew you were the biggest crybaby, and knew how to get you to confess what you were feeling.
"tellin me i'm not your girl, nd you not my man but- but sleepin in my house. in my bed nigga." you sniffle, blinking your tears away.
he nods, moving your hair out of your face.
"gettin me food, buyin me shit. takin me to class. then you at parties with- with all kinds of bitches! textin all kinds of bitches!" you finally sob, fist coming down to slam right into his chest.
he doesn't budge though, just grunts from the impact and massages your hip.
"who was i at a party with (𝜗ৎ)?" eren asks you, sitting up just a little.
you sniffle, opening up your phone and bypassing all the messages from your best friends.
you showed him the picture, wiping under your eyes.
when eren looked at it, he looked over to the side and burst into laughter.
you felt more tears stream down your face, and your fist collides right with his cheek.
"fuck you nigga." you sob, tired of yelling. you immediately pull open the door to get away from him.
he grabs you up almost immediately, pulling the door back in harshly and looking up at you.
"you cryin and acting like this cuz of connie's sister? the grown one with a fiance and a daughter?" eren asked, cupping your chin so you'd look at him.
you sniffle, looking down at your phone again.
"that don't explain your ex." you bring up, letting him wipe your eyes.
"like i said before. don't know, don't fuckin care. was gonna block her before you started tweakin." eren whispered, getting closer to you.
nothing in your mind could tell you this was a misunderstanding, but the alcohol in your body doesn't care.
"y'so mean." you whimper, shaking your head.
"i know, rennie's just so mean to his baby. how could you forgive me?" he whispers into your skin, rubbing his hands up and down your butt.
he starts kissing up the valley of your breast, looking up at you with those godforsaken eyes.
"..take me home."
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"oooooh fuck! waiiitttughh!" you cried out, holding onto the pillow under your head.
eren pounded into you ruthlessly from behind, watching your ass ripple against him.
"take it baby. s'all you gotta do." eren grunted, pushing his hand into your lower back to deepen your arch.
you don't know what you expected honestly.
did you think he was just gonna take you home and leave you here by yourself? nah.
not after he had you sitting on his thick boner the entire time you were in the car.
you knew eren got off on that pouting shit, and it's even worse when you cried in front of him.
a sob ripped from your throat as he sped his hips up, thrusting upwards to get to that spot that makes you swoon.
your orgasm ripped through your body unexpectedly, hands reaching back to grab onto the man working you through it.
"give me that shit baby. cum for me." eren groans in your ear, hunching over you to hold you closer.
his hips slowed its brutal pace to a halt, letting you catch your breath.
he pulled out slowly, watching your hole quiver at the feeling.
you slump onto the bed with a quiet hum, feeling him rub up and down on your butt.
"turn over, m'not done." he demanded softly, tapping your hip.
you whine, rolling onto your back as you stare up at him.
"don't think i can take anymore." you shake your head once he spreads your legs.
eren just ignores you, pressing a few soft kisses to your sticky clit.
"look at her. just begging for me." he says just under his breath, wrapping his lips around the bud.
he pushes the hood back with his thumb and sucks softly, making your back arch off the bed and into his mouth.
eren moans at your reaction, letting your clit go and licking up around your gapping hole.
he buries his face in it, obnoxious wet noises leaving from where his mouth and your cunt was connected.
you buck your hips into him, letting him wrap his arms around your thighs to limit your movement.
eren pulls away to breathe, pushing your hips down as he sits up and stares down at you.
he pulls your lower half closer to him, slapping his tip against your clit to watch you jolt.
when he pushes his cock back into you again, you can't help but whine at the pressure.
"i knowww baby. m'just apologizing." he moans into your ear, pushing your knees into your chest.
eren takes your hands from either side of you, wrapping them around the back of your knees.
the first thrust knocks the wind out you, one of your hands shooting out by default to stop him.
"put it the fuck back." eren demands lowly, slapping your hand away from him.
you whine and listen to him, toes curling at his brutal pace returning instantly.
somehow, it was worse than it was before.
he pounds into you like he hates you, eyes never leaving where the two of you connect.
the bedframe creaked under the weight of his thrusts, making you feel like you'd fall in any second.
"you love me baby? tell me you love me." eren grunts, rubbing your pearl in fast circles.
you tilt your head back into the sheets, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud.
"asked you a fucking question, (𝜗ৎ)." eren slapped your thigh, jolting you back into reality.
"love you~ love you so much!" you moan sweetly, tears slipping from your eyes once more.
a sound you don't recognize leaves your throat when his palm increased it's pace on your poor clit, lurching forward.
eren's eyes catch your face when the sound leaves you, eyes hazy and stomach hot with pleasure.
you cum harder than ever before, squirting all over his stomach and the sheets under you.
eren groaned, bulbous tip smooching your cervix while he dumped his cum into you.
the two of you lay there after a while, catching your breaths while he caressed you softly.
"you still mad at me?" eren mutters in your ear, kissing along your jaw.
you love playing with them, admiring their slenderness and how bony yet pretty they are.
they're pale and eye-catching, that's what you like to say.
but you know what you love about satoru gojo's fingers the most?
the fact that they reach every single spot deep inside your pussy that your fingers cant :(
you're a squirming mess. you can't control it, his fingers are too long!
you're sitting on his lap, legs spread, both of your feet on the outside of his thighs. you were supposed to be watching a movie together, but you made a small joke by saying something along the lines of whether his fingers can hit the spots his dick does.
one of his arms is wrapped around your stomach to keep you from moving too much, and the other is stretched between your legs.
the veins and bones in the back of his hand flex with every thrust of his fingers.
oh, he's knuckle-deep inside of you, hitting every crevice that you can't.
"gosh, satoru!" you whine, throwing your head back against his shoulder. "i– oh my god."
his long fingers are moving so slowly and sensually. he wants you to feel every bit and piece of the tips when he pushes them against those soft ridges that make you whimper and whine.
"what?" his chin rests against your shoulder before he raises his head to look at you with raised brows.
he's showing off.
"do you feel 'em? y'know, the way you feel my dick."
you nod quickly, your thighs twitching as you throb around his knuckles. "i can... i really, really can," you say, barely able to get your words out.
satoru adjusts you on his thighs, leaning up a little. "what about..." he trails off, biting his bottom lip for a moment.
that's when you moaned out, "fuck!" and your thighs tightened around his hand, but that didn't stop him.
nothing ever stops him from pleasing his lady.
his fingers slip in and out of you so perfectly, given the amount of wetness building up. you can even hear it, the soft sounds of moisture when he pumps them in and out of you.
"feel that?" he asked.
there it was again. that sensation of him jerking them against your g-spot. "you like that, huh?" he teases before planting a kiss against the nape of your neck. "makes you feel good."
you nod, unable to utter any understandable words.
it feel so, so good.
"what if i..." he slipped his unoccupied hand down from your stomach to your thighs, spreading them apart. "...do this..." he grinned, pressing his middle finger and ring against your clit.
"oh my god, satoru, please," your brows furrowed. you reached back to tangle your hands in his hair. "this– fuck, it's so... they–" you don't even know what you're saying anymore.
the pleasure is too much :(
and gojo just grins like it's funny!
like the way your body jolts and jerks against his chest and...honestly...growing boner when he's finger-fucking you with two fingers from one hand and rubbing at your swollen clit with the other two is funny.
you're squirming, wiggling, doing all you can, but your inner-self is stopping you from leaving his arms.
"you're so wet, baby," satoru says, dragging his tongue from your lower neck, right underneath your ear, where he kisses the lobe. "just for me, you know how sexy that is?"
and you moan sweetly in response, because you don't know, but you don't mind learning more :)
You weren’t planning on stepping outside tonight. Hair tied up, bonnet still half-on, oversized shirt and pajama shorts ready to catch up on your fav show but Choso texted, “I’m in yo area.”
So here you were, sliding into the passenger seat of his car, seat reclined to the fucking max, sat like he owned every street on Earth, one tattooed hand loose on the wheel.
He glanced over with that slow little smirk, the one that always made your stomach do flip “Where you been at? You don’t hit me no more” He even added a fake frown, like he was offended.
You sank into the seat, trying not to grin “A girl can’t lay off the reefer? Damn.”
Choso blinked, genuinely shocked then his eyes narrowed “Hold on- don’t tell me you got a man who made you stop or some bs” He leaned forward a bit, like he needed to inspect your face to make sure you wasn’t gon lie.
“Boy, no,” you said, rolling your eyes.“I’m just trying to save money and shit.”
His gaze dragged down your body, slow as molasses When his tongue briefly swept across his bottom lip, your pulse kicked up “C’mon,” he murmured, voice dipping low, “you know we can make some arrangements”
Your heart stuttered. You waved a hand at him.“Uh-uh. Don’t start. I like myself better when I’m off that anyway”
He slouched back again, shaking his head like you just told him the saddest news in the world “Damn…” he said, pout full and unfair “Well Imma miss you, ma”
“Why you acting like we can’t see each other if I ain’t buying?”You rolled your eyes, damn near offended.
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, smile curling up slow, warm, devious “Oh, we can see each other,” he said “I just like when you got excuses to sit in my car in your lil pjs”
The way he said it, low, lazy, like he knew exactly what he was doing made your thighs press together automatically. Choso caught that “Yeah,” he whispered, tapping the wheel with one ringed finger “Missed that too” His other hand reached down, fingers slipping between your exposed thigh “ain’t you frustrated though?” He asked, leaning in while his hand rode up “my shit made you relax but you off it right?” His voice sounded like fucking honey and his thick warm fingers gets rubbing at your tighs so gently “need some else to take the edge off huh” he grinned when his thumb reached your panties and they were soaking wet of course.
Choso had you in the backseat, hands gripping and slapping your ass as you struggled to bounce on his ridiculously big cock, pussy still swallowing him up whole with how wet he had you “Cho-fuck!” You cried out, acrylics digging in his shoulders, feeling beyond overwhelmed. Choso’s tongue was relentless on your poor nipples the moment he noticed they were your weak spot, leaving them glistening with his saliva and bite marks on top of him thrusting his hips upwards when he felt your weren’t going all the way down to the base enough, mercilessly hitting your g-spot “Cho!choso! Wait-” you could barely get a full sentence out with how he was fucking your shit up, his space buns even came undone.
Choso was sweating, holding onto you tight trying to get a glimpse of your fucked our fave in the dark car but your moans where enough to get him hard again after making the both of you come twice “S-shit…pussy so fuckin’ good” he grunted feeling your walls tighten around him again “Gon cum for me,pretty?” He chuckled at how he could feel you so close to your climax. You couldn’t even answer, brain foggy and pussy sore as you were about to cum for the third time. He liked how you spasmes on his cock, squirt reaching his lower abdomen, the pulsating sensation of your walls against your cock enough to make him nut aswell “Shit, you really needed that” he breathed out with a chuckle.
Of course, there was no way the two of you were going to walk away from that like nun had happened and although you just wanted to quit one thing , Choso had you hooked again, because now you couldn’t go a week without hitting him up for some dick which he gladly provided free of charge.
Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.
Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.
MINORS DNI
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You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.
You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced they’d be perfect for you.
Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didn’t care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.
You were convinced that Mississippi didn’t have the version of the man you craved and that at some point you’d have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.
That was until the twins moved back. You hadn’t heard of them, too busy wrapped inside your own little world to worry about what others had going on but once they came back, the word spread like wildfire. The flames were big enough to knock the walls down of your domaine and the whispers echoed loudly in your ears.
“Heard they just came back from Chicago.”
“I heard they was over there stealing and killing people.”
“I’m surprised they ain’t locked up. Somebody should do something.”
You minded your business though, tended to your horses, dogs and your bakery business.
Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies and just about anything sweet that you could name, was your specialty. You started getting called Peaches for your obsession with making peach cobbler and handing it out to your neighbors. You had learned to cook and bake from a very early age, your mother making sure you knew how to throw down in the kitchen so that you could impress your potential husband.
But you didn’t care for that, you learned because you liked it, loved it actually, and eventually you took your talents elsewhere.
To Tik Tok.
Pink kitchen and utensils caught the attention of millions of people who liked to watch you do what you do best. You hadn’t expected the surge of attention, the videos only being posted in hopes to your reach your friends and family, but the algorithm had other plans. And so that’s how you spent your days, tending to your animals and baking sweets for your millions of fans and to share with your neighbors. Eventually you became the talk of the town, everybody wanted to try a piece of your desserts and before you knew it, you had people showing up at your doorstep asking for anything, a crumb even.
One night, while you were preparing sugar cookies, you heard a knock at your door that wasn’t frantic like it usually was. It was slow and loud. Just two knocks.
You wiped your hands on your pink apron, long curly light brown hair cascading down your back as you walk towards the entrance, the shorts you wore barely covered your ass and the cropped tank top hugged your upper body tight. You weren’t expecting anyone this late, no one usually showed up at this time.
The clock ticked to 11PM just as your hand reached the handle. A man, who you hadn’t seen before, stood there in a all black suit. His face was expressionless but his eyes stayed on the way your cheeks reddened before they traveled down your body, zeroing in on the deep brown moisturized skin that glowed against the moonlight.
Something about his demeanor made your stomach turn, nerves clawing at your body, but there was something else, a heat hidden behind the fear.
“Oh. Hi! H-How may I help you?” Your voice was soft and something about it caused Stack’s jaw to tick slightly, that and the way you smelled of fresh vanilla and peaches.
“Evenin ma’am. Names’ Stack. My apologizes for disturbing you so late. I’m here on behalf of Mrs. Delphine, says her husband sick and in the hospital again, been craving sum of them lemon cookies you be making.”
His voice was deep and rough in a way that would send anybody else running. Accent slow like molasses and thick just like yours. Your thighs clenched before you could stop yourself.
“Oh um. Y-yeah. I have some. I just gotta pack them up for him. Um—” You hesitated, teeth sinking into your plush lip before mentally telling yourself ‘Fuck it’.
“Um— Do you want to come in and wait while I get everything together?”
Stack nodded, a small smirk appeared on his lips before he stepped inside your little world that you had carefully crafted for yourself.
And the rest was history.
Your viewers started to notice the change, the way you recorded videos with a smile so wide you’d think the measuring cups had told you a joke. They noticed how softer you were, the dreamy look on your face and the way you just glowed.
Assumptions about a man being in the picture were in almost every single video you posted. You didn’t bother confirming nor denying anything. Just let them keep guessing.
Until you popped out with a ring on your finger. You weren’t even bothering on being discreet, your perfectly manicured hand was all in the camera as you recorded how you baked a cheesecake. The boulder on your finger catching the light and making its presence known.
You tried to remove the ring, your audience too distracted by it to pay attention to what you were making but Stack wasn’t having that. Not one bit.
“Stop fucking playin with me. Put that shit back on.”
He groaned as he watched the video you had posted without it. Stack didn’t even have a tik tok account before you, didn’t even care about anything pertaining to social media. But once the two of you got together, he made sure to watch anything you posted.
‘User3829928’ liked your video.
He didn’t even bother making a name for himself, didn’t care to post or even watch anything else. His only purpose was to watch you. Sometimes you’d post things to get under his skin. A picture with a miniskirt that was wayyyy too short. A dress that hugged your curves too tight for a video on how to make homemade ice cream. Or starting a ‘get ready with me’ video in a silk robe that showed a little too much for him. Each time ended with you on your knees, attempting to apologize to him as he fucked your throat. You promised you wouldn’t do it again through tears that seeped through the pillow case while he fucked you silly.
But you never kept your promises.
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You shouldn’t have done it, but you were frustrated beyond belief. Stack had left early that morning with the lie stuck on his lips that he’d return in time to make cupcakes with you. It was a cute little tradition the two of you had started since you first got together.
Every Friday, the two of you would spend the day baking or cooking something. Anything.
Last Friday, Stack wanted tomato soup and grilled cheese. So the two of you spent the day making that, even had more than enough to send over to Smoke and Annie.
This Friday though, you and the small little bean growing inside of your belly were craving cupcakes and Stack had given you his word. Said he just had a few errands to run with Smoke and that he’d be back early enough to bake the cupcakes so that they’d be ready by dinner time.
By 5PM you were still waiting for him, the pout on your face deepened as you texted him for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes.
By 5:30 you have had enough. You changed into a red halter top, mini dress that Stack had specifically bought just for you to wear for him, fluffed out your curls and touched up your makeup. You grabbed your phone, set it up on the tripod in the kitchen and started the live.
Comments flooded in seconds, compliments being thrown left and right. Some from the ladies but most from men.
“Hi guys!” You waved to the camera, the stack of bracelets dancing loudly on your wrist. “It’s a bit late but I was planning on making cupcakes so I figured you guys would like to join me.” Your smile was sweet, as it always was. No one suspected your ulterior motives.
No more than 5 minutes of you starting, your iPad started ringing. Your phone, which was placed on DND, recorded as you watched your iPad ring before shutting it off.
It only took Stack 20 minutes to drive home. You were distracted, too deep into explaining your recipe to notice him walk into the kitchen. His heavily tatted arms were crossed across his chest, his body stiff behind your phone. White T shirt clung to his muscles, black jeans handing low on his hips, some Jordan’s and chains sitting heavy on his pretty neck.
“Okay so make sure that you’re adding enough vanilla extract or it’s going to taste like—” You jumped once you noticed him, heart racing loudly in your chest. The viewers noticed, half concerned, half excited to maybe get a glimpse of your man.
“Is that him?”
“Omg don’t tell me we’re about to meet Mr.Peaches himself.”
“Guys have you noticed that she looks a bit pregnant here?”
Stack eyed you. Fully. From the top of your head, down to the French tip pedicure on your toes. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the dress you wore.
“End the live fa me, baby.” You bit the side of your bottom lip, eyes wide and staring up at him. Somewhat embarrassed that this was happening on live, somewhat turned on from the intensity of his stare.
“I—I’m not done, papa.”
“I know you ain’t done but we gotta talk, so end the live.”
“Ooop not my good sis done fucked up”
“Shiiiitttt girl he sound like he not playing, ga head and end the live.”
“Why do I feel like I’m the one getting in trouble?”
You nodded. “Okay guys, I’ll see yall in a bit.” The screen went dark as soon as the live ended. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you but pretended not to.
“You like playing with me?” Stack slowly walked up to you.
“Stack—”
“Nah, answer me. You like pissing me off?” He stood right in front of you, arms on either side, holding on to the counter behind you. He leaned down and it took everything in you not to throw yourself into his warmth. He smelled of cologne and weed, scent strong enough to make you dizzy with desire.
“No…” your lips formed a pout, eyes wide in the way you knew could get you anything you wanted. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smirk at how cute you looked. “Get ya ass upstairs. Now.”
“But-”
“Now, baby.”
You nodded, and headed up the stairs with him trailing behind you. He didn’t like being mean to you, you were too sweet for that, but he was never afraid to put you in your place.
You sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to walk in, your nerves were through the roof but you also lived for the thrill and he knew that. Stack’s steps were heavy, you expected him to walk right to you, to grab you up and choke you like how he always does but instead he walks to the vanity that sat across from the bed. You watched the muscles on his back move, his big frame blocking what he was doing.
After a few seconds of messing around, he turned and walked to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, thumb smoothing circles onto your skin. “You wanted my attention, mama? Huh? That’s why you did that?”
You nod, face formed into a pout. This wasn’t usual for him, the gentleness after you piss him off.
“Nah speak up. Tell me what the problem is.” Your breath stutters and eyebrows furrow in confusion. His voice was soft, the complete opposite of what you were expecting. “Speak, mama. I’m here now. Tell me what’s up.”
Your mouth opens, getting ready to spill your truth, to admit that your hormones and emotions were completely out of wack and all you wanted was your man.
Stack lowers down to his knees, his hands pull your dress up in one quick motion. A small gasp escapes your mouth when he presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips further up your thigh. “I don’t hear you.” He looks up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.
“I—It’s just that I-” Stack spreads your legs further, prompting you to lean back on to your elbows. He digs his nose onto the damp spot of your panties, groaning at your scent. Your breathing picks up, hands already gripping onto the sheets and body slightly trembling.
“Mm, so fucking sensitive.” He places a kiss to your covered mound before gripping the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs. “I don’t hear you talking.”
You whimpered at the heat of his face so close to where you needed him the most. “Elias” You softly begged.
“Nah, none of that. I ain’t moving till you speak.”
You groan, laying your body down fully as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “I just… I really wanted cupcakes and you promised me you’d make them with me—” Stack dug his face in your drenched pussy, tongue flattening on your clit before pulling back. A moan stops you mid sentence, eyes drifting down to him as you watch him spit. His fingers mix it with your essence before slowly pushing into your tight hole.
“Eliiiasssss” Your back arches, small belly bump covering the way he leans in and wraps his lips around your aching clit.
“I ain’t tell you to stop, did I?” His fingers curl inside of you, moving faster as his tongue continuously laps up your juices. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”
“F-Fuck!” Your moans mixed into whimpers, already feeling the coil forming in your stomach. “Don’t stop.” You gasped, eyes rolled to back of your head while Stack feasted on you.
He smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. “Keep talking or ima stop.” You felt him slow down, face slowly pulling back just as you were about to cum.
“Fuuuuckk, okay okayyy. I just, I needed you here—” Stack hummed in satisfaction, fingers continuing to slowly pump in and out of you while he watched you try not to fall apart. “A—And you were gone for a long time—” You couldn’t stop whimpering, pregnancy making you extra sensitive to his touch.
“Mhm and what else, mama?”
You squirmed, full body trembling from the feel of his fingers reaching deep inside of you as he slightly picked up his pace. “Eliasss fuucckkkk.”
“Keep going, you doing good, baby.” He placed kisses to your clit, holding you right at the edge of that breaking point.
“Fuccckkkk, I just needed you here. I needed your attention— I just wanted you, daddy.” You sounded so sultry, voice high and full of moans.
“Yeah? That’s all it was?” Stack puckered his lips around your clit again and let his tongue play with it. You cried out, hands reaching out to grab his head while your hips frantically moved up and down his face.
“Yes! Yes! That was all, daddy. I swear!” It didn’t take much for the restraint to snap, your juices decorated Stacks face and your body twisted and turned as if trying to find a place to store the pleasure you were feeling.
“You so fucking wet, my god.” Stack moaned as he sucked and licked every drop from you. He stood to his full height, hands immediately reaching for his shirt and removing it. Next was his pants, thrown to the side along with his boxers. You moaned at the sight of him, tattoos tracing his front and back, including your name right along the side of his neck.
Stack grabbed your body and turned you to the side, then laid right behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest while the other one gripped your leg, lifting it high enough for your knee to reach his shoulder. “This what you wanted, right?” You felt the head of his dick nudge your folds, drenching it in your essence. The sound was obscene. There was no denying how badly you needed him.
“Yessssss.” You arched back onto him.
“Ga head, take it. Take what you want.”
Your trembling hand reached down and grabbed his dick, slowly pushing it inside of you. Stack groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowly moved his hips.
Moans escaped your open mouth as you felt the stretch from the pure girth he carried. “Oh my god.” You cried out as he bottomed out, his full length deep inside of you while you clawed at his arm and the sheets. “Fuck!”
“Mhmm, take it, take that shit baby.” He sped up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you while you cried out every time he kissed your cervix.
“S—so big, papa!” You whined, already feeling the way your stomach was tightening again.
“I know baby, I know. But you can take it right? Look how good you’re doing. Taking all this big dick.” He grabbed your face and turned it to his. Your lips met in a slow dance that contrasted with the way he was fucking you. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth, your face forming a small pout.
“Don’t look at me like that. You wanted this right? Take it. Just like that.” His voice was like silk against your ears. Your hand weakly grabbed onto his arm as you squirted with every thrust.
“Eliaaaassssss!”
“Mhmmm, give it to me. Give me all that shit. Nut all on your dick, baby.”
Your body shook and bent against him but he wouldn’t dare stop. You were nothing but gasps and whimpers, trying your best to come down from the intense high you just experienced.
Stack pressed your lips together again, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “Open.” He spit into your mouth the second you followed his order. Hips still digging into you.
He slowed down and shifted so that he’d be able to deepen his strokes. You sobbed into his neck, your French tips pressing crescent moons on his thigh. His other hand rubbed your small but plump belly. “Cum for me again. Do it. Let me see you break.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your juices sprayed out of you, another orgasm ripping through your body without permission.
“Drown me just like that. Keep going, don’t fucking stop.” His lips were right by your ear, you heard every small groan, every breath and whisper that he tried to hide.
“Okaaayyyy.” You whined, feeling completely out of control of your own body.
You couldn’t stop squirting, all you could was sob and try your hardest to gain some type of control of the situation but your body was overstimulated and done for. Stack didn’t care though, he kept going. Dick sliding in and out of you with a wet splat each time he went all the way in.
“Good girl, mama. You gon let me ruin you like this, huh?” His strokes slowed down, you felt each inch of his thick cock trying to tear you apart.
“I— I can’t.” Your tears fell in waterfalls, short breaths turned into gasps as he continued to abuse your already swollen folds.
“Yes you can. Come on, give me one more. You can do that for me, right?”
“I caaaannnt. Elias, I can’t, fuck. I can’t.” Your toes curled and your body hadn’t stopped trembling since he started. You cried out over and over again as you reached a state of what felt like hysteria. He felt so good but you could barely breathe and were practically drooling. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and your juices drenched the mattress beneath you.
Stack reached his hand down and pressed a two fingers to your clit. Your jaw dropped, hand reaching back to lightly slap his chest over and over again, as he rubbed your nub in circles. Screams echoed throughout the room as your body practically convulsed.
“There she go. That’s exactly where I want you. Just like that, baby. Stay just like that while I ruin you.” Your walls fluttered around his length, another orgasm threatening to destroy you. “Breathe. Let me hear you.”
You took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut while you sobbed. “I love your dick, daddy. I love it so much!” You cried out loud.
“Yea? This why yo ass pregnant now. Nasty ass girl.”
“Keep fucking me, please! You feel so good inside my pussy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
He moaned against your ear, hips stuttering from trying to hold himself back. “Look at you. Dumb off of dick. They don’t even know how you get. Tryna act all innocent for them people—If only they fucking knew.” He sped up, hand lifting your leg higher to reach parts of you, you didn’t even know could be touched. “You love me, hm? Tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only nigga that could ruin you like this.”
“I love you! I love you! I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum, Elias. Oh my god!” The hand on your clit sped up to match his thrusts.
“Say it. Tell me this mine. Tell me I own you.” His strokes were brutal, all that was heard was the slapping of his skin against yours and the mess you were currently making. “This my pussy, my body, my nut. All of it. Mine. You hear me? I own you, baby. All of you.”
“Yes! It’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” Your body snapped, shaking profusely as your cum flowed out of you. Stack whimpered, his thighs trembling as he filled you with his seed.
“Oh fucckkkk” he moaned against your shoulder, pressing kisses to your damp skin, trying his best to calm down. He slowed his movements, letting the both of you ride out the orgasm.
You twitched against him, slumped over in a state of absolute bliss. Stack kissed you all over, hands rubbing your sides to calm you down.
Your eyes opened slowly, looking around as if you couldn’t believe that just happened. It felt like you had an out of body experience.
The vanity that sat right in front you, had your phone propped up and facing the both of you. Your eyes widen as you gasp.
Stack followed your eyesight, he chuckled slightly before getting up. Grabbing your phone, he pointed it right at your exhausted figure.
“Thought I’d keep this for memory as a reminder of what happens when you try to play with me.” You bit your lip, stomach turning in a way that it shouldn’t have been after all that. But the thought of having a video of the two of you having sex, saved into your phone where you could watch whenever, caused a fire to burn deep within you.
“Come on, baby. Show the camera the mess we made.” A smirk played on your lips as you turn over. Back arched and chest pressed onto the bed, you reach back and open your folds with two fingers. Stack groans, moving the camera closer to catch the way his nut slides out of you.
“Perfect.” He moaned before turning it off and lightly spanked your ass.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you get me started again.” You giggle as he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom.
"Y/n! Over here! Right here give us a smile! Give us a picture with you and EJ! Y/n!"
Bright white flashes flicker like spurts of lightning as cameras clicked and people yelled all at once to get the perfect shot to make headlines and rumors spread faster than a common cold in a kindergarten class. This was the first time appearing back in the public after your 2 year long self caused hiatus due to the pressure of climbing up the charts higher than you expected.
Your boyfriend Eren or better known as EJ the Don pushed you to release your EP once he found out your poems had a nice flow to the beats he would fool around and make in the studio. The two of you recorded the entire thing in a night while he did the mixing and mastering of your vocals, you just said fuck it and let people who wanted to discover your music, find it.
That was until Eren started singing and posting your songs on his story causing a herd of his fans and a bunch of new ones flocking to your page like bees! Not even a week later you had people you didn't know texting you about your music, posting it on their stories and tiktok got wind of one of your more popular songs, making it a challenge you've yet to complete.
Too many dance moves.
You took in the enormous amount of love as best as you could but you went to confide in Eren about dealing with all of this newfound fame, especially with women coming at you in your dms talking about your boyfriend and how many positions he put them in or straight up cursing you out of your name!
You were sick of the dumb ass bold worded headlines putting your name and some stupid ass influencer together wanting 5 minutes of fame.
But ever since you stepped back and put some meaning behind your lyrics, you were ready to get back into the studio and make some preparations for this new era you were excited to step in.
You and Eren also had some serious changes to the relationship like going from full time to what you call on and off and for these past couple of weeks he's been acting like he's got some sense, showing up to the studio on time, getting his promotions out of the way instead of waiting for the deadlines, hell even managing to make reservations for the little bit of time the two of you could share due to the conflicting schedules. It was the little things that mattered.
"Y/N! Y/N Are the rumors true? Your fans are saying you're coming out of your shell just in time for the summer!"
"Heart 4 Sale is dropping this June! Ya'll go presave my album!! It's a surprise there if you do byeeeee!" You said in a hurry as Eren pulled you into an all black tinted truck, pulling off smoothly into the traffic of the city.
"Did you have to yank me up like that?" You said, scooting over to the other side of the truck.
"June what? Did you tell the lady your blood pressure while you're at it?" He scoffed, pulling out his phone to send a few text messages. "I got to drop you off at Daija's so she can get your moves right for the music video you wanna shoot all of the sudden."
"All of the sudden? I told you I wanted to do a music video drop for my album! I don't want some visualizer like how I did my EP!"
"You said you wanted ONE music video, not a video for EVERY song on the album Beyonce JR! You just got back in the game, things are a bit different now! See how the first video does then go crazy.." He replied, looking at you pout out of the tinted window, using his finger to turn your face to his.
"I know you excited baby, just trust me on this.." He spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on your glossy lips earning a soft smile on your face.
"I guess I can trust you..and I was trying to tell her June 12th but somebody had to get to rehersals.." You said in a mocking tone, causing Eren to shove you with a laugh, in retaliation you tried to shove him back but he held his hand out while the other picked up his ringing phone.
"Hey-stop that! What? Oh nah that's just Y/n is Jay in the lobby? He is? Bet I got to take her to rehearsals then i'm on my way..Ight..10-15 minutes! Chilll i'm coming!"
*Click*
~
"Y/N! Girl get off of your phone! Eren will call you back if it's that important." You heard your friend's voice echo throughout the dancehall making your backup dancers giggle like something was funny.
You were on the floor with your legs spread open wide mid leg stretch trying to get the words to line up with what you wanted to say, you felt like throwing subliminals in your posts since Eren was yet again stuck in the studio with some 'new artist'.
"That don't sound like EJ the Don to me.." Yari said squinting her eyes like she was plotting something and she was. She leaned over your shoulder to snatch up your phone to see why the same song was replaying over and over again.
"JaytheRula? You posting yourself to his music??" Yari screamed as you snatched your phone right back, listening to the snippet again.
"JaytheRula?" Daija asked with a perplexed look. "These new artists don't have a clue in the world when it comes to naming themselves anymore."
"Here he is!" Yari said, pulling up a picture off of her phone showing it around like it was show and tell.
"Damn.."
"Ouuu shit how old is he?"
"Uh unn he look like he bite people!"
"Y/N! Is this the same nigga that crashed out at the Met Gala because of all the cameras flashing on him last year?" Daija questioned, leaning over to stretch out her hamstrings
"He still ended up winning a grammy that year!"
"Because his music is good! He's crazy as hell for screaming at them people but ya'll gotta give him a chanceee!!" You said, going through your own little saved collection of pictures you got off of pinterest and his instagram. He only had a few pictures up from him performing at small venues and group photos of his friends.
"Awll hell nah you like him don't you?" Daija said, scrunching up her face.
"Wait wait hear me out! Hear me out! It's the hair look at his hair D that shit go down his back!"
"I'm telling EJ!" Yari joked, causing Liyah to throw one of her flats toward the girl.
"Ya'll just don't want to see me happy!" You said with a fake attitude, getting up off the floor to go to your position in the middle of the four girls. You knew the bond you had with your girls grew tight enough to where if you decided to play around, your secret was safe with them. They were the first people you turned to when all the backlash of Eren's fuck ups weighed heavy on you and the first to know about your new obession JaytheRula.
You found him by accident shuffling through your own Spotify, hitting the new artist section to find something different to add to the same 5 songs you listen on repeat.
The first song caught you off guard with how loud that nigga yelled through your speaker but when the bass came in you complete forgot about writing your own and had a whole session going through his performances and his small discography at the time.
And not to mention how fine he was!
He was a good 6’2 and nasty 6’6 when he wore his boots stomping on stage like a mad man, you loved when he got close to the mic whispering in your ear about violent bullshit it made your nerves tense up. He was covered in piercings from his forehead, his nose, lips, his long ass tongue, even his fucking nipples.
How did you know?
Jay is always posting pics without his shirt especially at his shows when he really gets into it, another thing you loved about his craft. He was so passionate about his work and that was what drove you so crazy about him, he was crazy but he was real.
"Either we keep staring at his tats or finish stretching for this video!" Daija complained, hearing groans coming from the rest of the girls, you had your time to gawk at JaytheRula, hell you were acting like you were a 'regular' person and not somebody on the top 100 charts, you could see him anytime if you really wanted to.
And you really wanted to.
With only a few months left until your album release, your schedule was jam packed with appearances, talk show interviews, little pop ups at the mall and most importantly studio time! You had specific details needed in order to have a good studio session and with new artists popping up everyday, fighting for a booth wasn't something uncommon which is why you preferred using Eren's home studio in the basement of his house.
*song 1*
You were still learning how to produce your own beats so whenever you had an itch, you and Eren would go down stairs, smoke a wood and see what came out of it, sometimes you would create a number 1 hit and other had your face hitting the mic while Eren kept a tight hold on your hips rutting into you.
Tonight was nothing different, you already called your boyfriend up to see if he could at least sit in the studio to see what sounds off so he could tweak it once he had enough time. You had your songbook in one arm with two blunts in other hand with one tucked behind your ear, walking through Eren's house to find the basement stairs.
It was supposed to be quiet since you specifically asked for a private session, but judging by the aroma of the house smelling like a fresh hotbox and the music bumping loud enough for you to hear it upstairs meant he was finishing another session.
You rolled your eyes before opening the door to see a thick cloud of yellow smoke and familiar artists signed to Eren's label.
Jean, Connie, JaytheRula...
JaytheRula.
He was sitting right beside Eren nodding his head along to the track playing and that could only mean one thing, you were standing right in front of Jay listening to his unreleased track playing in the background wearing nothing but some shorts and a cropped hoodie set. You had your braids thrown up into a messy thrown together ponytail and your toes out wearing Eren's slides.
"Hey baby! I forgot to tell you I'm running a little late but you can sit here and watch so we can do our session afterwards. Jay this is Y/N-"
"I've heard of her, you got a nice voice, I can't lie to you.." He said, his voice going over the music still softly pouring out of the speakers. While he talked there was a shiny glimmer of metal lingering in your eyes, you were praying that it was from Eren's Audemar watch but it happened again once he smiled.
A fanged out VVS grill blinding your pupils.
"I preciate that, this something new you working on?"
"A lil something to tease my fans before I go on my first tour.." He spoke, looking over to Eren who passed him a wood.
"I signed him last week! I see that look in your face baby, we almost done."
"Nah, hook her shit up! You don't mind me staying to watch? I produced this track we listening to right now and I wanna learn something different ." He laughed, pulling from the blunt with a smooth inhale.
"She gets a little nervous when other people are watching her creative process.."
"He can stay however, Jean and the rest of them can go, Connie likes to "rewrite" his lyrics after hearing my shit.." You joked, flinching out of the way when he swung his arm at you. How was the man you were obsessing over on instagram sitting in the chair you usually sat in? He had his legs spread out like a whore with his neck covered with silver chains, the one that caught your eye the most was the name plate sitting so sexy on his chest.
"Jabber." You repeated the name to yourself letting you eyes trail down his long locs flowing down the back of the chair. His eyes were hazy from the weed but his pink pupils still had an effect on your body, his piercings looked so much better in person and his aura grew the longer you stood there.
He was so fucking fine.
"Ya'll heard my baby." Eren laughed, dapping up the rest of the guys in the room, watching them pile out and Jabber get out of his seat to give it to you while he made a spot on the couch. "Get your stuff set up in the booth, I got to handle something real quick then I'll be back to start? Give me 20 minutes.." Your boyfriend spoke, taking his phone to follow the group of guys that just left.
Leaving you and Jay in the booth alone.
That's how the spark between you and Jabber ignited, a simple honest friendship you weren't looking for but truly appreciated, especially when Eren didn't have enough time to spend, Jabber filled in that vacant spot in your heart.
Riding around with his friends, going over to his home studio at his spot, he would sneak around to your rehearsals to watch how you worked behind the scenes and he became a shoulder for you to cry on whenever Eren decided to be the next big topic on social media.
One night you found yourself in the back of your driver's car pissed from arguing with Eren about having girls in the studio without you present! It was a clear boundary the both of you talked about and yet he went out of his way to cross that line by having 4 bitches in there "Showcasing their talents.."
A bunch of bullshit.
"Turn right here, Grove street.." You said recognizing the road of Jabber's place as the truck pulled on the driveway, turning into his big ass house sitting on bricks.
"You can take yourself home, Jay'll bring me back.." You told the driver, waving him off as you walked up to his front door, calling his phone because you knew he was either in the studio or playing his game somewhere with his boys.
After you waited for a moment, the door cracked open to the tall figure, he had his hair up this time in a messy ass loc bun with a few strands falling out of his face and a blunt in his mouth.
“Come on, I know the drill, put your bag in my room..” He said, moving out of the way to let you into his house.
He had a few of his friends over along with some strippers doing their thing in the middle of the living room, the entire floor was covered in ones and 20s, a familiar scene you tried your hardest to avoid but it’s show business, this kinda shit was inevitable.
You did what you were told, placing your “spend the night” bag on his bed, grabbing your song book and a lighter to go with the blunt hiding on top of your ear, meeting up with Jay in his home studio.
*songs 2-4*
The led lights wrapping around the room shone a deep purple along with framed pictures of Jabber and artists he felt inspired by: Lil Wayne, Jeezy, XXXtentacion.
Behind the glass he had beanbags in the corner, a nice table just for you to slide your chair right under it whenever you had a writing kick, snacks and your favorite liquor stocked in the mini fridge. His studio felt more like rapping beats on the school lunch table instead of a show off competition to see who’s wearing more money than the other.
The music playing poured into the room thumping off of the padded walls while you watched the dreadheaded man softly nod his head along, turning to you in the chair while you stood by the booth door.
He wore a simple white tank top shirt wearing only one chain being his nameplate and on his wrist a bright ass diamond encrusted watch reflecting off the led lights.
“What’s going on? Talk to me, I thought you had an early interview with some morning talk show..” He started off, passing the blunt, silently asking if you wanted to smoke.
“Yeah I was supposed to be on “Good Morning America” tomorrow but he booked his newer artist by accident instead of me..but that’s not the point..” You sighed, taking the blunt from his hand to take a deep inhale, twisting in the chair to keep your thoughts mainly on the problem and not the way his pink eyes fluttered back and forth from your lips to your gaze.
“He had that same girl along with 3 other bitches in the studio talking about “I wanna make a girl group”! This manager shit has blown his head up bigger than it normally is!”
Jabber laughed watching how expressive you got explaining your situation about Eren, it was a recurring theme between you and him whenever he had his complaints about his management skills.
“I see where you coming from, is that where he at now? He was supposed to have me on the setlist for the festival last week but he got the ‘schedules’ mixed up..yeah right..”
“I get it, going from a regular artist to managing a label is a heavy switch but that morning show shit was intentional! Say what you want..” You sighed, knowing no matter how much shit you talked about him, the situation wasn’t gonna fix itself.
“Set yourself up in the booth and use that energy to make something outta that instead of hurting yourself about it ma..go ahead put your chair in there..” He nodded his head towards the glass.
One thing you learned about Jabber was he didn’t let you complain for too long, he’d let you go on a full spiel, crying and snotting but once you got yourself together he told you that you either cry and don’t do nothing about it or cry and do something about it.
You wanted to do something about the way he swung around in that chair, smiling up at you with his hair being out of the way, it was the first time you could see all of his facial features without a cloud of smoke being in the way. It was something so haunting about the way he would study your features, you even caught him staring in the act when Eren wasn’t looking.
Hot Pink. Vibrant. Always fighting between your lips and that ass he tried so hard to avoid whenever you would prance inside of Eren’s studio, watching your thighs spread on his lap, he was fuming with envy,
You rolled your eyes to try and hide the obvious smile burning on your cheeks, wishing you hadn’t given Jabber the satisfaction of winning whatever game he was trying to play. You pushed the door open while dragging your swivel chair inside, placing it right under the microphone still at his height.
He took note of you reaching up to grab it by the wires and hopped out of the seat a second later to stop you from doing shit without asking, a habit you were acknowledged about multiple times by the pink eyed man.
“Never want to ask nobody for shit,” He smiled with a sigh. “Need to sit on my lap to help out too?”
“It helped last time..”
“Don’t play like that, you almost got yo ass in trouble talking crazy.” He spat, sitting down in the swivel chair, legs open ready for you to sit that thick ass on his thigh.
*pulse*
Studio sessions with Jay were normal, nothing out of the ordinary, sometimes you sit in his lap while you sung a verse or had artist block with one of your poems! Friends do that all the time.
Friends hold onto your thighs while you listen through your songs, passing a blunt back and forth. Friends can play in his hair, and bring him hot food that you made in his kitchen.
Just friends.
He wasn’t being serious, it was only so much self restraint the two of you could have!
“And I keep telling you, ain’t nobody playing with you Jay..” You said with a snicker, sitting down carefully on his thigh, opening your songbook on the table as the song played on.
What were you feeling at that moment?
Jabbers hands radiated heat on your sides which meant he was starting his bullshit again, grabbing at your stomach and snaking them down to your plump thighs just to go back up again.
Normally you’d playfully move his hands off or let him roam your body especially after a long day of hopping from place to place, but the hunger that grew from your throbbing cunt wanted more than his rough hands rubbing you down! So you adjusted your hips to move your ass right into his lap knowing you had no underwear on.
You heard a low grunt escape from his mouth fixing his own position to push back against you, testing the waters to see if this was really what you wanted and when your hips rolled forward on to his growing bulge it gave him the green light to lock his hands tight on your sides.
He moved you back and forth almost matching the rhythm of the music playing in the background as your pussy lips swelled rubbing against his bulge, leaving a sticky stain on his sweats. The pencil you were holding scribbled nonsense as you bit your bottom lip, you didn't know if the mic was on and you didn't want to give Jay any fuel to torment you with.
"Shit.." You whispered, pushing your hips back so his clothed dick could hit your clit at just the right spot. "You keep playing Jabber move.." You said sucking your teeth as you got up from his lap turning around to see Jabber rising up out of the seat walking towards you, leaving no room to escape even if you wanted to.
"Yo lil ass scared that's what it-mmm.."
Cutting his words short, you pulled him in by his cheek pressing your glossed lips against his, placing soft pecks before sliding your tongue across his lip leaning back on the table. You felt his hands tuck under your thighs to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his body using the table to keep you afloat.
"Soft ass lips.." You heard him murmur, pushing himself between your thighs to tease that puffy clit peeking out of your shorts. The snake bites on his mouth folded against your lips while your tongue played with his pierced one, crossing something off your fantasy list.
His hands trailed up your thighs to stop and squeeze your fat ass, laying a sharp smack to the side of it as you moan from the pain churning in with the pulsating heartbeat thumping loud in your ears and your soaking mess.
"Been...needing this shit.." You panted, pulling his lip with your teeth, catching a gasp in your throat from his fingers sliding the soft material of your shorts to the side drawing pretty circles on your exposed clit.
"That's why this pussy talking to me like this?"
"I love the way you touching her.."
"Yeah you like the way I'm playing with her mama?" He smirked, placing another kiss on your lips, using his free hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, pausing his other hand to tug at the top of your shorts to take them off.
You pulled them down all the way to your thighs when he took them out of your hands to yank them off, kissing down your ankles to tease that leaking mess calling out to him.
Reaching up with your hand, you tugged at the top of his ponytail to pull him face deep into your sopping wet cunt, earning yourself a moan from the dread head.
"Ahhh!~...fuck.." You whimpered, feeling cold pieces of metal collide with your sticky folds, small chuckles could be heard as Jabber clutched onto your thighs sliding his face up and down, licking over the pretty hole just begging to be stuffed full.
"Take what you need ma.." He grinned, slurping up your juices before spitting them all over, flicking his tongue on your swollen nub and placing kisses like a nasty ass nigga. Taking his fingers he parted you open purposely licking over your clit before wrapping his lips around it to suck that voice he loved to hear sing out of you.
"Ouuu just like that! Suck on me baby..pleaseee.." You said with a tug in his hair, your thighs trembling from hearing him moan and grunt inside of your cunt, you bucked your hips up on his tongue ass he pushed his tongue all the way to that spongy spot in your core, cupping your ass so he could fuck you at a steady pace.
His eyes spaced out as he looked up to you with low lids, he was struggling to keep eye contact just as bad as you, tensing your thighs up or keeping your focus on anything in the studio.
"Creamy ass pussy.." He whispered against you, replacing his tongue with his fingers, pumping in and out to tap on your sensitive spot in your stomach.
"You gon make me cum like that Jay.."
"Make a fucking mess..." He smirked, leaning down to place more kisses on your clit, curling his fingers as he leaned up to grab your face to look at him lazily smiling.
"Damn I've been waiting to get my hands on you.."
"Jay you don't understanddd..." You whined, feeling a soft liquid pour out of your cunt, your muscles contracting in your core and your thighs as you made a creamy white ring around his fingers.
"Understand what? Come show me.." Jabber said with a soft groan, placing his cum coated fingers into his mouth, using his nasty ass tongue to lick off your flavor. Using his free hand palmed himself through his sweats before pulling them down to let his hot length spring free, sitting back down in your swivel chair.
Wasting no time you hopped off of the table to kneel down in front of him, grabbing his shaft with your fresh acrylics kissing his swollen tip causing him to suck in air.
"Nah you pulling hair and shit, don't get fucking cute.." He spat, rolling his hips up to push his dick past your stout supple lips, letting his warmth fill your throat. He was so damn thick you had to stick your tongue out to fit the rest of him inside, feeling his veins brush up against your wet muscle. It made your pussy tense up!
Still with one hand on his length you pump him up and down, bobbing your head back and forth to let spit form over those pretty ass lips that kept running over his tip, it made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth while throwing his head back in euphoria.
"Ouu shit, show me you ain't scared of that dick y/n.." He cursed, thrusting his hips into your uvula, slurping and gagging every time he put his hand on the back of your head to hold it there.
"All in that nasty ass mouth.."
He removes himself out of your mouth to prevent him from finishing down your throat, watching your lash covered eyes taunt him. You looked to him with desire laced in your gaze, the two of you knew how to keep a secret and there was no need to have your followers suspecting anything..this was yours..something you could have anytime you wanted and away from the cameras.
You needed to hook this nigga with something.
"Watch them fucking eyes.."
"Watch em for me.." You smirked, grabbing one of his locs while standing up to your feet backing up to sit on the table as he followed, holding his thick length in his hand to line himself up to your slippery heat. He tapped your pretty pussy a few times to keep your attention on him and him alone.
"Keep them eyes on me then.."
"Right there?" You breathed, feeling him shove past that threshold causing your eyes to widen and your breath to pause in your chest.
"Nah right there baby.."
"Right fucking..oh fuckk.."
He presses on going inch after inch feeling you hug around his cock like a tight sweater, compressing him like a vice. Your walls expanded trying to fit him all in but she struggled just like you struggled to keep your eyes on the pink eyed bastard, smirking in your face as he continued to pound into your pussy, purposely matching the music playing from his playlist.
"God..damn...Jay!"
"Sing my name baby girl..You gon write about this in yo lil book?" Jabber hummed, keeping his hands on the glass behind you rocking the table over into the wall as his thrusts picked up in pace. His locs began to fall from the bun he had them in, falling all in your face as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Ouu fuck! Don't stop fucking this pussy Jabber! Give..me..that..shit Daddy!!"
"That fat pussy swallowing me up ain't she?"
"I'm taking that dick like you said?"
"Keep talking shit.." Jabber huffed, smirking against your lips before slobbering his tongue all in your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching at the white tank he was wearing to hike it up, breaking the kiss to rip the tank off of his body to expose his hidden tats. You brought him back in by the side of his face, holding on to him like he would fade away if you'd let go.
You remembered those nights you'd finger yourself in the shower thinking about this man sneaking up on you or catching you in your own room, you wanted to make more than music with him by the way he was stroking his dick inside of your pretty pink walls.
It was something so wrong about what you were doing but by the way he pulled his dick out to rub your puffy clit while you sprayed the bottom of his tank top with your cum made it feel so fucking right.
"Look at you creaming all on my dick like that..fuck you just giving me a reason to fuck you stupid.." Jabber moaned out, going back inside with easier access letting his jaw slack open from how warm and slick your walls felt dragging along his shaft.
"Fuck this pussy Jay.."
"That's what you want?" He chuckled, slowing down his thrusts to pop out of your throbbing heat, picking you up off the table to turn you around, facing the glass looking towards the front door of the room and the huge display of buttons on the dashboard. "Keep them hands up there.." He said with an evil smirk planted on his face.
You did exactly what you were told placing your palms on the cool glass pane, arching your back towards Jabber and throwing your fat ass around listening to him gawk over how big it was, fueling your ego and the need to see if he could handle it all.
He laid heavy smacks onto your skin falling in love every time your ass rippled against his fingers, he could've left his stains right there on your ass cheek but he wanted that first nut to be so deep inside that you forget the entire reason why you came over to talk to his ass.
You didn't remember the reason anyway.
Jabber couldn't take you teasing him any longer,he was starting to see why Eren had to keep you around! That pretty round ass matching those devious eyes turning back and looking at him made his dick twitch outta anger.
"Oh you a nasty bitch ain't you?" He growled, grabbing a hold of your hips so he could force his fat dick back inside of your silky wet walls as you continued to look back at him with a smile, letting a giggle leave your lips as he began to thrust.
"You feel my pussy holding you like that baby? Look at that shit Jay.." You cooed to him, pushing your hips back to match his speed.
"Goddamn you and that fucking mouth.." He cursed, snapping his hips forward watching you paint his happy trail white with your sticky fluids.
"Don't run from me Jabber..”
"Ain't nobody running from shit.." Jabber spat, gritting his teeth as put more force into his strokes, pushing you to the point where your arms gave out and your chest fell out of the jacket you had on while your cheek was found pressed against the cold material of the glass.
"Jabber!"
"Nah Jabber nothing, don't run like you said!" The pink eyed devil panted, grunting and grabbing at your hips puncturing that spot so deep in your core, causing your eyes to cross over each other.
*thump, squelch, plop*
Pounding over and over again, your face hit the glass while Jabbers dick plunged into you from behind, the cloud of ecstasy wafting over your mind causing your mouth to fall open and your tongue to roll out. This made Jabber stick his fingers right in to pull your mind back into reality.
“Mmmhghhh!” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears while Jabber laughed to himself at how good you sounded choking on his fingers and choking his cock for every drop he had in him.
“Acting up cuz nobody beating yo shit in ma? Huh baby?” Jabber said as his strokes began to spiral out of control, his length protruded out of your stomach stretching your insides out like a rubber band while you tried your hardest to throw your ass back but it was no use.
Your face went from the glass to the edge of the table, folding over and drooling as he continued to abuse those swollen pussy lips with his dick, cursing your name.
“Fuck get that nut outta me Y/N! Take this fucking dick…”
“Dig in me Daddy, im finna cum..!!” You babbled, clawing at the desk to find something to ground yourself, feeling the pit in your stomach turn over into a ball of flames,releasing a shower of your juices all on his pretty ass dick.
“How you expect me to stop and you keep on doing shit like this? Damn..” Jabber panted, slowing his thrusts down to be more intentional so he could get all of it out.
Every thrust felt like impact frames flashing over your vision combining with the pain of him stabbing your cervix repeatedly, it hurt so fucking good.
“Who’s gonna clean all this up? You said with a shiver jumping down your spine, whining as you felt Jabbers dick slide out of you with beads of cum tricking down his length. You turned back to watch the glint of his watch go back and forth with his motions, propping your leg up to shake your ass for him once more.
“Hahhhhh shit..” Jabber cursed, pumping his orgasm into his hand while he kept his eyes on the scene before him. You were rubbing your soaked pussy from behind with one leg on the fround making your ass move like water.
He kneeled back down while you spread your lips apart so he could slide his wet muscle onto your sensitive nub, flicking his tongue and making extra noises while he slurped.
“Mhmm right there Jay..fuck i can’t stop..”
“Don’t—mmmghh..Dont stop fucking my face..” He mumbled, still smothered between your sloppy folds. You took a hold of his locs from behind keeping his head still while you rocked your hips against his pierced mouth itching closer to that climax sitting on the tip of his tongue.
“Jabber fuck! How do yo..you—oh shit i’m gonna cum again…”
A satisfied hum leaves the sadistic man as your nails yank in his hair tight, shutting your legs while your clit throbbed and poured out a soft liquid onto his face. You felt moans vibrate over your cunt from Jabber stroking himself from you taking over his actions.
Popping his face out with a nasty squelch, you look back to his face covered in your slick, his hazy pink eyes staring back at you and his hair a fucking mess, the two of you couldn’t find the pause button and you didn’t want too!
Maybe it was the weed, the music something..why couldn’t you get away from this man?
*ring ring ring*
Your phone on the table cut through the tension inside of the studio as a picture of Eren lit up on your screen, bringing your thoughts back to the main reason why you were in the studio in the first place.
*click*
Jabber grabbed your phone to turn it off, getting back up to his feet to bring your attention back to him. He ain’t spend all this time to have your mind back on EJ..he wanted to dwell in this moment for a little longer.
“Call him in the morning..I need help on this next verse..”
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I’m still not over this i’m sorry, i’m turning this into a full story because i’m still throbbing writing this. Y’all have been showing me so much love and i hope you all enjoy this just as much as i did! I love hearing your pretty voices so don’t be shy to tell me what you thought i’m sure Jabber wouldn’t mind either.
Linked with a dude and I was just making him nut all over himself, forcing him to hold eye contact and all😏 just stroking his shi, no?
Anyways, is there something you could do with a scenario like that? It’s totally fine if not. It can be with Jabber, tamsy, shit anyone idec
I had to write a drabble about Plug!Jabber about this because this made me giggle real good!!
As much as you loved being outside in the shivering cold night breeze wearing nothing but a tequila liquor coat, bar hopping from club to club with you friends, the nights you enjoyed the most were the ones where you would sit in your freshly deep-cleaned apartment.
Nothing satisfied you more than the smoke of the incense swirling around in the air covering your house with your favorite scent, your skin silky smooth from the bath you dipped yourself in and to top it off you had something waiting for you in the bed to end the night on a good note.
You placed the incense holder on the center table in the living room, walking around to make your way into the room where he laid in the bed shirtless, his scattered tats on his body made it look like he turned himself into a personal sketchbook along with the small face tat he had on the left side of his face he got when he let one of his friends practice on him.
Jabber took over your apartment whenever he came around, leaving his clothes everywhere, leaving ounces in your closet for 'safe' keeping, shoes, belts…that was his way of saying "we live together now". He wore nothing but a grey pair of basketball shorts with the band of his boxers exposed and his hand playing with his dick on soft.
Not for long.
"What you got burning in there?" He asked, sniffing the air as you crawled into bed, the sheets colliding with your skin as you lay down. He adjusted himself so he could lie in your lap, like the big baby he was. After a long day of handling his business all Jabber could long for is coming thru with your weekly supply and laying under your warm ass blankets and kick it with you and honestly you didn't mind him coming through so late at night.
"Why? You don't like it?"
"It smell like you..might put that in my car when I leave later.."
"You leaving me tonight? I thought you said you could stay.." You said with a playful whine, pushing him with your hand.
"Uh uh, you'll have me out all night you know I got to work.."
"Well you got me till later then.."
"Jay.." You hummed, taking your hand down his chest back up to his face while he laid his head back on your chest, his hair falling down his body in a messily fashion. You noticed he still had his hand playing in his pants and made a sinful decision to let your hand drift down his body to softly toy with the band of his boxers, your nails grazing against his dick hairs to reach his hand over his bulge.
"Mmm uh uh mama..damn your hand are warm..don't tempt me.." He chuckled, softly moving your hand away to which you simply placed it back this time further to his tip.
"Do what? You gotta go Jay.." You giggled back to him, playfighting to get to his dick.
"Y/n stop playing before I make you do something to him.." He smirked, sucking in air peering his hot pink eyes down to see you pull his semi hard length from his boxers, taking your hand back to lay a stripe on your fingertips going back to play with his tip. Jabber tried to throw it off like he didn't enjoy your pretty ass nails he just paid for play around on his tip, he didn't have a clue what you were up to since he was used to you grabbing his dick at random moments just because.
"I'm not doing nothing.." You lied, turning your head to the TV playing a rerun of Martin on your mounted TV screen, your rolled your hand on his tip increasing your speed every once in a while every time you felt his hips push up into your fist. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth feeling his shaft grow against the palm of your hand, it became harder to keep your fingertips together around his length, you heard a stifeled grunt leave the pink eyed man's mouth earning a smirk from you, leaning down to see his face turning up trying to keep it together.
"If you wanna make me stay you got to come give him a kiss.." He spat, laughing to himself before his throat backfired on him once you took your hand to squeeze his dick tight, a soft whimper soothing your ears.
"Ion need to do that.." You cooed back, pumping your fist up to reveal tiny drops of pre cum coming from his tip.
"..sssfuck what you gon do then mama?" He said with a cocky smile turning his head towards you, meeting his lips by leaning down, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Your fingers swirled around his sticky length spreading his precum in between your digits taking a moment to break the kiss to suck your fingers, collecting your combine spit to rub it back on his dick, lubing him up enough to pick up the pace.
"You need this dick that bad?" He mumbled into your mouth, rolling his hips into your closed fist, allowing you to swallow his needy moans.
"I need that cum baby that's what Mama needs.."
"That's what..mama..mmm.."
You had your free hand tugging on his locs just the way he liked it, you had to take matters into you own hands to keep your personal heating pad in the bed tonight. Jabber knew you were on your period tonight which is why he came over to comfort you with whatever you needed. He figured you were having a bad day whenever you cussed him out this morning because he didn't text in his usual 'tone'.
That's when he knew to come by with your favorite takeout, 2 woods rolled to perfection and a his creation of a lazy boy massage which consisted of him laying beside you and rubbing your stomach until your pain meds kicked in .
"Yeah that's what I need Jay..mmhmm let me get it out.." You muttered back, folding your lips over his, sucking on his pierced tongue while you continued to stroke his length pausing just so you could feel him thrusting into your palms.
"Stroke that fucking dick.." He whined, snapping his hips to replace your pumping hand only to release an exaggerated groan feeling you once again squeeze his length, his stomach caving in as his muscles quivered from the sensitivity.
Moving away from his mouth you took your free hand in his locs, forcing him to look up at your lash covered eyes, that hazy look of lust still plastered on your face, he gazed back at you eyes pink and low, biting his lip while he humped your hand.
"You doing me dirty ma.." He smiled lazily, hearing the squelching sounds your hand made with each stroke, you swirled your hand faster, looking deep into Jabber's eyes knowing no matter what he decided to do with his night, he wouldn't be too far away to climb back into your bed if you needed him, he was always a phone call away.
"I love you doing you like this Daddy.." You moaned back, pulling your tits out of the night dress you were wearing, letting him turn his head to put a nipple in his mouth while you jerked him off.
"Y/nnnn! Fuck!" Jabber cursed, pushing his hips at a faster pace, cupping one of your tits to fit into his mouth. "Let me cum in this pretty ass hand..Mammaaaa hoooo fuck..Momaaa Mommy…Ma..Ma FUCK!"
"Uh huh..say it again baby, keep yo mouth right there.." You huffed, pumping him faster until you saw hot ropes of his cum shot into the air, coating your knuckles with his fluids.
"Put yo phone on silent bae..You ain't going nowhere tonight…"
Will I be forced to write a part two to this? Depends on how bad ya'll will beg for it..we'll see hehehehe
The country life was something you weren't incredibly familiar with as you grew up living the city life or as he called it the "Boujee lifestyle." Even still, connie tried his hardest to make you accustomed to it.
From teaching you how to hunt, fish, and even showing you the way around the farm.
As many times as he took you out of the city, he couldn't take the city out of you.
"Connie it's stinks"
"Connie it's hot"
"Connie these boots hurt my feet"
You had an attitude the entire time you'd been outside and it was annoying the absolute hell out of him hearing you nag in his ear.
Especially while trying to show you how he cares for the farm in 90 degree weather.
From the tight tank top that pushed your breast up to the sparkling clean boots that had never seen a speck of dust before, you didn't seem a smidge bit close to belonging there.
"Con can you carry me, i don't wanna mess my boots up in this mud." You said looking at him pouting. He looked at you dumbfounded, almost as if he didn't want to answer.
"I bought you the boots so you'd get dirty, now bring ya' ass" Connie responded, feeling himself get slightly irritated. He was trying to be patient, but you kept poking at his nerves.
"You know what... don't act like that 'cause I don't want to walk through shit." You smacked your lips, rolling your eves as you walked away, only to be pulled back by your waistband.
"You better cut that shit out right now, you and all this damn complaining" After all this time of hearing your mouth he finally reached his breaking point.
"I'm going inside I'm done." You sighed taking off the gloves you wore. The heat, the dirt, and the smell it was all too much. And nothing was worse than the fact your hair began to sweat.
"I betchu won't go into that house." His grey eyes stared into yours, daring you to move.
"I betchu i will" You said mocking his accent. And fuck was he pissed, watching you strut back to the house did nothing but fuel his frustration.
And just like that you were back in the house, sinking into the bathe water. Gosh did it feel amazing finally being clean again. You weren't necessarily in the wrong, you didn't like being dirty and he knew that so why was he upset?
"Con, you in here baby" You softly yelled leaving the bathroom. To your relief there was no answer. Minutes passed and just as you could get comfortable you heard his deep voice.
"M'here baby" He stood there, his body dripping in sweat with his shirt off and his hat slightly tilted back. His abs glistened in the light with smudges of dirt on them. He looked hot, even as dirty as he was you might of let him bend you over just like that.
Your eyes slowly followed him to the bathroom door praying he didn't close it behind him until he shut it. "Maybe I could use another shower too" You bit your lip, the image of him replaying in your head over and over.
By the time he'd he walked out the bathroom, you'd forgotten your whole interaction from earlier. But there was no way he could, it bugged him to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Nonetheless, Connie wasn't too big a fan of arguing, so he used another way to express his anger and frustration. A way that he knew you'd listen to him.
"C'mon over baby" He said patting his hand on his lap. And like a puppy you listened, sitting there straddling him as his right hand gripped your waist firmly.
Using his other he pulled you in for a kiss, starting off slowly just pecking your lips before shoving his tongue in. "Conn" You whined feeling his aggression. He swirled his tongue around yours, sucking on it. The sounds from the kiss were disgustingly wet, as the saliva exchange from your mouths leaving a trail behind.
"Ya wanna know something baby, l'm not a fan of attitudes, never have and never will be," He said rubbing his thumb on your lip, wiping the mess left over. Your brown doe eyes followed his movements, craving more than a simple kiss. The pulse between your thighs needed more than a simple kiss.
"So why would I accept one from the woman I love the most hmm?" He questioned staring his low grey eyes into yours. Your lips slightly parted to say something smart, but nothing came out.
"Cat got ya tongue? You were talking so much earlier why stop now?" He smiled crawling his hand up your thigh, feeling your slightly damp panties against himself. Connie was calm, too calm, to the point where it felt scary.
"But Connie I was hot, and tired, and sweaty and it was so much" You justified your actions, you didn't feel like you did anything wrong.
Your fingers began to play with his waistband before he snatched it away making you pout. His gaze lowered, feeling much more intimidating than before.
"I think I'll just have to make you understand your wrongs, it's fine everyone needs to be reminded sometimes". Without giving you time to think, he had you lying there bent over his lap, ass up with his left hand wrapped around your wrist.
His grip held you in place as his right grazed your cheek softly. His calloused hand lifted before harshly crashing back down on your ass.
The unexpected sting traveling throughout your body making you squirm and cry out.
"Fuckkk con!"
One.
"I was patient with you today, and you did nothing but sit there and complain" He spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Connieee" You whimpered feeling the ache of his hand. "Aht Aht, don't start screaming my name unless you're sorry baby" Your face scrunched up, going quiet again.
"But I didn't even-" You were cut off by the harsh pain that landed on your cheek once again, making you hiss. This time the slap felt sharp, and the feeling was more pleasure than pain. His thumb grazed against your panties feeling the heartbeat before pressing down allowing you to drip onto him.
Two.
"As many times as l've told you to respect me as I do for you, you continue raising your damn voice at me" Connie's jaw tightened watching your body jerk. He was frustrated with you, but he was even more pissed watching how horny he was making you.
"This shit must turn you on huh?" He chuckled, his voice making your body twitch. He was right and gosh was it pathetic. The way your nipples were perked up, your swollen puffy clit, and the sticky mess between your thighs was all so embarrassing.
His hand raised once again landing another blow on your ass, this time closer to your pussy making your thighs tremble. "Connie I'm sorry fuck!" You moaned out loudly feeling your body quiver. His hand rubbed and soothed the pain away, ignoring your insincere pleas.
Three.
"Y'know, I hate when you open your pretty mouth to use such filthy words too, yet you still do it" You felt his glare in you, as if his eyes were burning through your skin.
And beneath your belly, he was hard. His dick poked and twitched, feeling every inch of him between the fabric that separated the two of you.
The outline of his print filling your brain with more unholy thoughts than it could fit.
"Baby m'sorryy" You needily apologized, desperate for him to touch you.
Connie's hands released your wrist, laying your body flat on the bed.
He smacks his lips listening to you, as if he didn't believe a word that left your mouth. He pushed your plush brown thighs back into your chest forcing them to press against your breast.
His fingers brushed over your clit, sending a quiver down your spine.
"Youn even know why you're sorry for real, you just want some dick" He rolled his eyes as he pushed your panties to the side. The breeze on your pussy making you whimper.
"Connie please" You were desperate, the longer he didn't touch you the more you needed him. His eyebrow arched as he pulled his cock out. It was pretty, the light tan he had, the way it curved to the right, and the length of it.
Gosh it was big.
Veins lightly popped out the side of it, and it wasn't just long enough but it was thick too.
"You talk so fucking much, baby" He muttered pressing his tip against your clit, his dick twitching hard as your pussy glistened in the light.
"With that mouth, youn even deserve this for real" He frowned before pushing himself in deeply, allowing himself to stretch your walls apart as much as he could. "Fuck!" You gasp knocking your head back.
Only for him to ram himself in you aggressively, his balls slapping against your pussy wetly as your slick covered him.
"What I tell you about talking like that" He growled, his hand wrapping around your throat forcing you to look at him. He thrusted harder making you cry out, your legs trembling. "Con- I can't take it please" You moaned feeling yourself clench around him.
"Oh m'gosh, that's the s-spot!" You screamed as his tip pressed against your g-spot. He had your back arched deeply and your arms clinched the sheets for dear life.
"Shit..." he breathed out. His eyes followed your breast, watching the up and down motion. Connie's fingers teased your nipples, rolling over them before slightly pinching them.
Squelching sounds filled up the room growing louder and louder. The pornographic moans keeping the room anything but silent.
"Please, Connie go slow" The feeling of pain and pleasure swirled together as he deepened himself picking up his pace. "Im-soo-close baby!" You breathed, eyes rolling back. Gosh did it feel good having him fuck you like a madman. The man who was usually slow and patient, ramming inside of your cunt releasing all his frustration
Until a sudden emptiness filled your body, realizing he had pulled out right before you could. cum. His dick twitched in his hand and it's your slick dripping down it. His tip was flushed, throbbing, and swollen as if it never wanted to come out.
"M'sorry baby please" You whined craving the feeling of him inside of you.
"Use your words baby, why are you sorry hmm?" His brows furrowed.
Connie knew you never believed you were wrong in anything, and it pissed him off more than anything. His tip teased against your hole begging to come inside, waiting for your answer.
"I was doing too much baby, i was being a bitch more no reason" You whined, your hand pressing on his chest as his finger rolled over your clit making anything you wanted to say ten times harder.
"Please connie i'm sorry for real this time i'll work on it" You were desperate, you needed him stretching you out again.
"Keep lying to yourself baby, we both know you weren't sorry when you walked back into this damn house" He lifted your thigh onto his shoulder as he aligned himself up with you.
Connie smirked pushing himself inside of you, this time thrusting with rhythm allowing you to feel every inch of him. "Y'feel so fucking good" He moaned, tightening his grip on your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy clench around him, every thrust feeling more punishing.
His dick bulging through your stomach. Gosh he was whipped, the more he fucked you the deeper he wanted to be inside your pussy.
"Aht aht, Look at me when you cumming baby" Connie demanded.
And you did, your eye lashes fluttering at him looking into his as you slowly became more and more out of it. Your orgasm shooting through your body as you clenched down on him. Your thighs trembling uncontrollably as your breath heightened screaming his name.
Even after you had came his thrust never stopped, each one sounding louder and louder as your cum covered his dick. You were on such a high all you could do was mutter incoherent moans as he built your body up to its second orgasm.
"Con- so much... too much" You whined digging your nails deeper in his back. You dripped down his thighs, leaving a mess on the sheets. His dick twitched inside of you, letting you know he was about to cum.
Connie's breath brushed your ears, "Y-You feel so fucking amazing" He muttered as his breathing became more shallow. His strokes becoming longer and more passionate.
His dick slammed deep inside of you one last time, filling you up with ropes of his cum. Leaving between your thighs feeling warm and sticky. Even after he pulled out, your thighs continued to tremble, still feeling his shape inside of you, leaving your pussy swollen, puffy, and raw.
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The lights dimmed as I sat on the stool by the bar, sipping my mocktail as I didn't plan on getting intoxicated tonight. The last poet read their piece and the audience began to snap. my right leg crossed over my left, as the friction between my finger pads caused a snapping noise melting in with the rest of the crowd. The endearing sound of Marvin Gaye's delicate voice faded into the room as You Sure Love To Ball overtook the once-tranquil space causing the audience to leave their seats.
The two guys who had been eyeing my friends approached us, and two sets of brown eyes darted to me, knowing we were here to get my mind off my recent heartbreak. I sighed and shooed them away, winking as the men led them to the floor. “We better see you dancing with someone later!” the two yelled as they disappeared into the crowd. I observed the audience and their different ways of dancing to the same song, ordering another drink in the process. Lord, the urge to order a non-virgin drink is really strong at the moment.
I nibbled on the inner corner of my bottom lip as the music changed, the intro to Know Your Name by Ne-Yo replacing the Marvin Gaye track as others found dancing partners. I scanned the floor watching strangers mingle and interact as I took a few sips out of my drink. the lights dimmed and a low screech was heard on my left, I slowly turned over to see a man who seemed a bit taller than me already looking at me. His hazelnut eyes stared deep into mine as he turned to face me, "Why're you sitting here instead of dancing?"
I rested my face in my hand and took another short sip. "Why are you bothering me instead of dancing?"
"Good point" he showcased his pearly whites, "but I wouldn't call it bothering if I wanna get to know you."
"And what if I don't wanna get to know you?"
"You don't have to, just tell me your name beautiful."
I sighed as he continued to stare at me with genuine curiosity. "My name is Shea."
"Nice to meet you, Shea."
I slightly raised my eyebrow. "You're not gonna tell me yours?"
"You said you didn't wanna get to know me."
"I change my mind hazelnut."
He chuckled and reached for my hand shaking it. "Constance."
I cackled looking at him. "you got an old man name."
His cheeks turned a bit red as he observed me. "glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."
“What do you want Constance?”
He rested his head on his forearm reaching his other hand towards mine. “I just wanna dance with you, Shea.”
“And what if I don't wanna dance with you.”
“We already played this game plus I heard your friends earlier.”
“So you were stalking me?”
“wouldn’t call it stalking if I’m interested in you plus I didn’t wanna intrude with your friends there.”
His fingers tapped the table inching closer to mine, his eyes staring deep into my own asking for permission to take my hands in his. Don’t know if im ready to put myself out there yet. Especially with everything that’s been going on lately buttt he seems like a nice guy and it’s just a dance. It's harmless if I don’t get too invested.
I stared at the man in front of me, his gray overgrown buzz cut and the piercings on his ears and nose, his eyes still looking into my own as he played with my fingers waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath intertwining my hands with his as a smile spread across his face. “glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."
He laughed as he led me to the floor. “Oh, whatever.”
Our bodies came in contact as our feet moved along the dance floor. It felt as if we were in another world as our bodies followed the rhythm of the music, our eyes never leaving one another’s. His right hand rested on my lower back, the other holding mine as my left hand rested on the back of his neck. The dim-light illuminated his eyes, adding subtle sparkles to his already captivating irises. “You're not that bad, Con.”
He slightly tilted his head, smirking in the process. “What does that mean?”
“Glad, you talked to me that's all.”
A wide smile spread across his face basically showing every single tooth in his mouth. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night.”
My hand gently pushed his shoulder. “Im nice when i want to be.” His eyes began to move towards the side of his face. “Boy dont side-eye me.”
“I mean when you think about it you were real mean to me in the beginning.”
“That's when i didn't like you.”
A childish grin spread across his face. “So you like me now?”
My finger repeatedly dug into his chest as he began laughing as I felt my cheeks heat up. “Stop playing with me con, you’re not funny.”
“Aww, you gave me a nicknameee,” he spoke exaggerating the last word.
I rolled my eyes ignoring his antics as my friends began to dance near us. Both winking and laughing as I lost them on the floor once again. We continued to dance the night away until closing time, around two a.m. We sat at the bar watching the last group of people leave. I reached for a napkin on the table scribbling my number on it super fast before handing the note to the male next to me. I stared at the palm of his hand seeing a similar one being handed to me. I rolled my eyes and took the paper. “copycat.”
He took my hand in his as we left. “I knew you liked me.”
The lights dimmed as I sat on the stool by the bar, sipping my mocktail as I didn't plan on getting intoxicated tonight. The last poet read their piece and the audience began to snap. my right leg crossed over my left, as the friction between my finger pads caused a snapping noise melting in with the rest of the crowd. The endearing sound of Marvin Gaye's delicate voice faded into the room as You Sure Love To Ball overtook the once-tranquil space causing the audience to leave their seats.
The two guys who had been eyeing my friends approached us, and two sets of brown eyes darted to me, knowing we were here to get my mind off my recent heartbreak. I sighed and shooed them away, winking as the men led them to the floor. “We better see you dancing with someone later!” the two yelled as they disappeared into the crowd. I observed the audience and their different ways of dancing to the same song, ordering another drink in the process. Lord, the urge to order a non-virgin drink is really strong at the moment.
I nibbled on the inner corner of my bottom lip as the music changed, the intro to Know Your Name by Ne-Yo replacing the Marvin Gaye track as others found dancing partners. I scanned the floor watching strangers mingle and interact as I took a few sips out of my drink. the lights dimmed and a low screech was heard on my left, I slowly turned over to see a man who seemed a bit taller than me already looking at me. His hazelnut eyes stared deep into mine as he turned to face me, "Why're you sitting here instead of dancing?"
I rested my face in my hand and took another short sip. "Why are you bothering me instead of dancing?"
"Good point" he showcased his pearly whites, "but I wouldn't call it bothering if I wanna get to know you."
"And what if I don't wanna get to know you?"
"You don't have to, just tell me your name beautiful."
I sighed as he continued to stare at me with genuine curiosity. "My name is Shea."
"Nice to meet you, Shea."
I slightly raised my eyebrow. "You're not gonna tell me yours?"
"You said you didn't wanna get to know me."
"I change my mind hazelnut."
He chuckled and reached for my hand shaking it. "Constance."
I cackled looking at him. "you got an old man name."
His cheeks turned a bit red as he observed me. "glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."
“What do you want Constance?”
He rested his head on his forearm reaching his other hand towards mine. “I just wanna dance with you, Shea.”
“And what if I don't wanna dance with you.”
“We already played this game plus I heard your friends earlier.”
“So you were stalking me?”
“wouldn’t call it stalking if I’m interested in you plus I didn’t wanna intrude with your friends there.”
His fingers tapped the table inching closer to mine, his eyes staring deep into my own asking for permission to take my hands in his. Don’t know if im ready to put myself out there yet. Especially with everything that’s been going on lately buttt he seems like a nice guy and it’s just a dance. It's harmless if I don’t get too invested.
I stared at the man in front of me, his gray overgrown buzz cut and the piercings on his ears and nose, his eyes still looking into my own as he played with my fingers waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath intertwining my hands with his as a smile spread across his face. “glad I could put a smile on your face somehow."
He laughed as he led me to the floor. “Oh, whatever.”
Our bodies came in contact as our feet moved along the dance floor. It felt as if we were in another world as our bodies followed the rhythm of the music, our eyes never leaving one another’s. His right hand rested on my lower back, the other holding mine as my left hand rested on the back of his neck. The dim-light illuminated his eyes, adding subtle sparkles to his already captivating irises. “You're not that bad, Con.”
He slightly tilted his head, smirking in the process. “What does that mean?”
“Glad, you talked to me that's all.”
A wide smile spread across his face basically showing every single tooth in his mouth. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all night.”
My hand gently pushed his shoulder. “Im nice when i want to be.” His eyes began to move towards the side of his face. “Boy dont side-eye me.”
“I mean when you think about it you were real mean to me in the beginning.”
“That's when i didn't like you.”
A childish grin spread across his face. “So you like me now?”
My finger repeatedly dug into his chest as he began laughing as I felt my cheeks heat up. “Stop playing with me con, you’re not funny.”
“Aww, you gave me a nicknameee,” he spoke exaggerating the last word.
I rolled my eyes ignoring his antics as my friends began to dance near us. Both winking and laughing as I lost them on the floor once again. We continued to dance the night away until closing time, around two a.m. We sat at the bar watching the last group of people leave. I reached for a napkin on the table scribbling my number on it super fast before handing the note to the male next to me. I stared at the palm of his hand seeing a similar one being handed to me. I rolled my eyes and took the paper. “copycat.”
He took my hand in his as we left. “I knew you liked me.”
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