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nysrage · 9 months

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Options, Aran Ojiro.

you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.

cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).

it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.

you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.

‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’

“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”

soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”

you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.

‘you look so good’

‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’

‘pretty ass’

‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’

you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.

your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”

you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.

an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..

“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”

“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.

“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”

“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”

“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.

“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”

“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”

“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.

your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”

“ain’t no reason to trip”

your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”

oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.

“nah, you ain’t mad..”

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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poly basketball player ony and aran

YES

having two very successful professional athletes as your boyfriends was a blessing and a curse. they were caring, smart, passionate about what they were doing, and gave you everything you could ever dream of having. there hasn’t been a day where you felt any less of the queen you already are and from the outside looking in, these men were calm and delicate when it came to you. always around to keep you safe and happy. you were as happy as can be with them, but every relationship has their issues. the main one in yours was their competitiveness.

“i won nigga get off the sticks and go wash the dishes” aran yelled, pointing to the kitchen where you were standing. you had told them an hour ago to wash the dishes and instead of just doing it, they decided to bet a game of 2k on it. the yelling and screaming coming from the living room irritated you so much that you washed them on your own to try to drown out the noise. as ony walked up to you, his tall figure already saw over your head that the dishes were done. a remorseful look on his face as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “my fault mama, thank you” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him before walking towards your room.

this was a constant thing in your house whether it be who dressed better, who was smarter, who should get the bigger plate during breakfast, and the most common, who loved you more.

“i love her so much, i bought her a plane when her flight got delayed” ony smirked as he talked, his big hands rubbing on your back as you laid your stomach on his thighs, the rest of your body laying on aran’s lap. his big hands rubbing all over you ass while he replied. “that ain’t nun nigga. i love her so much, i bought her a house in every state so she don’t ever gotta worry about sleeping in a hotel when my matches are far away” ony rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, giving him a “duhh” look before replying. “how you think she be getting to the houses nigga? she takes the plane….dumbass” aran looked away, an embarrassed look on his face as he thought about what ony just said.

“well my dick is bigger nigga, now what?” the dark skin male laughed, his hand leaving your back to cop a feel of aran's manhood. he gave him a knowing look. “be furreal nigga y'know my shit bigger. that was cute tho” you rolled your eyes, sighing loudly as you got up from the both of them. “ohh my goddd do y'all ever just shut up?” you spit before walking away to your room. before you reached the door a small smirk graced your features as you came up with an idea to help them get along. “both of y'all dicks is little so ion even know why y'all arguing furreal”your words brought a mix of confusion and anger to both of their faces before ony and aran turned to look towards each other. silently communicating there next actions before getting up and making their way towards you. “we gon see about that”

your boyfriends argued almost everyday, using there bantering as a way to show their love for each other. you knew they'd never downplay each others love for you for real, always in the others defense in the media when different blogs would try to put them against each other. they always saved their arguing for when they were in private or in the comfort of their home and when at home there was only one way to shut them up.

“mhmm i know ma” aran mumbled as he listened to your pretty whines. his big hands outstretched on your ass while you made out with ony. all three of you sat on your knees as aran fucked you from behind and you stroked ony's dick in front go you with your pretty hand, your other hand on ony's his shoulder to keep yourself from falling over. “how she feel baby?”he moaned as he felt your hand tighten around him. aran matched his boyfriends moan with one of his own. “good...fuck...real good da” his dick twitched inside of your wet walls as he watched his the darkskin male tightly grip your neck before giving you a sloppy kiss. ony's eyes never left aran's as he let his tongue slide in and out of your wet mouth.

aran knew was ony was doing, purposely teasing him to bring him closer to his orgasm, but he had just the thing for that. his big brown hands gripped your hips before he started deepening his strokes, his pace increasing to get you to moan into ony's mouth just the way he loved. "aauughh fuck papa m'finna cum" you whined, your hand slowing to a stop on ony's dick as you felt your orgasm approaching. before you knew it, there was a hard slap brought to your ass by aran, his thrusts never faltering as he spoke. “don't stop touching him mama, daddy gotta cum too” a smirk grew on ony's face at the interaction, his dick twitching in delight at your obedience when you brought your hand back to him.

you were enjoying every minute of this. letting the men you love take control over your body and bring you to some of the best orgasms you'll ever received. ony squeezed your neck, pulling you from your thoughts as he brought his lips to your ear. “throw that shit back mama, make em feel real good so he can fill you up. you want papa to fill you up right?” you quickly nodded your head, listening to his command instantly. the feeling of your ass meeting his thrusts made aran moan, his release getting closer and closer as he felt your arousal begin to drip to the sheets. your walls fluttered repeatedly as you felt your orgasm begin to rush through you. "m'cummin oh my god m'cumminnn" your pretty cry brought ony to his orgasm as well, his dick pushing out thick streams of cum that rolled down his tip and onto your hand.

aran began to deepen his thrusts, using your release as lubricant to move quicker inside you. “fuck mama ima give you all this nut, hold still f'me” you tried your best to listen, stilling you body from shaking in overstimulation as you felt all of his inches move in and out of you. as aran fucked you, you watched ony make his way to his side, letting you fall to the bed before giving aran a sloppy kiss on the lips. his hand rubbed up and down aran's chest just the way he liked as he continued to let his tongue dance inside his mouth. in no time he was cumming, his thick load shooting into you had he slowed his thrusts. “thank you da” aran sighed as he caught his breath. ony gave him another slow kiss on the lips, his hand still on his chest as he spoke. “of course baby”

as they brought their attention to you, they noticed that you were already asleep. chuckles flew from both of them as they got off the bed to clean up. “where you goin?” aran asked as he watched ony begin to carry your towards the bathroom. “we finna take a bath while you clean the sheets” the brownskin man sucked his teeth before walking towards your sleeping form in his boyfriends arms. “you took a bath wit her last time, you said you was gon take a shower wit me this time after we bathe her together” ony rolled his eyes, before turning back around to go in the bathroom. “that was before you made me wash your dishes nigga” aran opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by your sleepy, annoyed voice. "if y'all don't shut up y'all gon be together on the couch" the two men looked at each other, silently communicating that they did't want to have to share a couch between their big tall bodies.

“my fault ma”

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tvgals · 9 months

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Do you think you'd be able to write a hurt/comfort for aran x influencer reader who's got a backhanded compliment thrown at her during an interview she did? Ending can be a smut or fluff it's up to you <33

‘ MY KIND OF WOMAN. ‘

— aran has a problem when one of the reporters says something about you.

you sat at the table with an interviewer in one of those large white rooms with a camera crew and two chairs. you sit next to a woman wearing all black — you in stark contrast with pink and white attire. you were told this interview would be about your personal life and experiences growing up who you were, and you were beyond excited.

“so y/n, glad to have you here!” the camera panned to you, you waved at the camera and gave a sweet smile, turning back to the interviewer. “i’m your host, jeanie, and today we’ll be interviewing miss. y/n about her trials and victories as an influencer!” she smiles. as the interview goes on, she asks you questions about your life and how you see your future. things were going well until she asked you about aran.

“i know things must be hard having a boyfriend like aran. i mean, look at him and look at you!” jeanie giggles, putting her palm face up and jutting it in your direction. your eyebrows crease in confusion. “what do you mean by that?” you ask, starting to get up from your seat. “oh no, i just mean that he’s so good looking you must feel insecure sometimes!” you heave a sigh and walk out with a “y’all got me fucked up.” you take your phone out your purse and call aran.

‘hey baby.’

‘aran, they got me fucked up. come get me.’

‘what happened? i’m on my way.’

you hung up the phone and waited for aran to get there — while waiting you decided to post a tweet about your current situation.

y/n’sinterlude

these reporters got me fucked up if they think they finna talk shit then have me sit there and take it 🤡

aran pulls up in his hellcat and you get in the car — throwing you purse on the floor. “woah, baby, i paid almost four hunnid for that purse.” aran chuckles, immediately shutting up when he sees your glare at him. “but seriously, what’s wrong, baby?” aran asks, putting his hand on your thigh and driving away. you scroll on twitter for a minute before answering. “baby, they in there playing with my time.” you said, turning your phone off and throwing it on your lap. “tell me what happened.” aran says, turning the corner.

“so ole’ girl was in there talking to me about my life or whatever, then she asked be about our relationship. at first i’m like ‘okay?’ but then she started speaking about how insecure i must be ‘cause i’m with you. so i left they ass.” you explained, smearing fenty lipgloss on your lips. “damn. i gotchu, mama.” aran says, pulling into the driveway of your house. “whatchu mean?” you ask, getting out the car and opening the front door — aran trailing behind you. “i mean i gotchu. don’t worry ‘bout it.” he says, pulling you into you twos bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. you giggle and pull aran down into a kiss.

“i’m gon’ get you right, mama.” aran says in your ear, trailing down to your cunt. “aran..” you whine, arching your back. “jus’ let me take care of you, okay?” he says, his hot breath ghosting on your clit. “okay…” you mumble. aran licks a strip along your pussy, earning a moan from you, and delves his tongue inside of you. aran nudges his nose against your clit as your hand flys to the back of his head, forcing him deeper into your warm cunt. “right there, baby! i’m finna cum!” you warned him before you eventually gushed onto the bottom half of his face. aran slurped up the cum and rose above you, a dopey grin on his face. “taste so good.” aran laughed airily while pulling his dick out his boxers — hitting just in the middle of his belly button with a soft thud.

“y’know what to do, baby. on yo stomach, make sure you arch real good.” aran says. you flip over and arch your back, your hands under the pillow that your faced was shoved in. aran ran his tip along the slit of your pussy for a minute before slowly pushing in, letting out low grunts. “ah shit…just fucked you on tuesday, why you not lettin’ me in?” he asks, holding your hips. “‘m sorry, papa..” you whined, pushing your hips back. “aht, i gotchu.” he hushed you, finally bottoming out. you noticed aran didn’t move for a while, you looked back to see aran on his phone, the flashlight on presumably taking a video. “aran!” you groaned in annoyance. he chuckled and hushed you — finally fucking you like you deserved. “my baby so pretty.” aran mumbled, caressing your plush ass. “you so deep, papa…” you groaned, drool rolling down your chin and into the pillow. “i know. you real close, too. i can feel yo pretty pussy getting tighter.” aran laughs. you eventually came so hard your eyesight started getting splotchy and you heard ringing in your ears. “mhm..” aran hummed, his dick shooting cum into your womb. aran ends the video and opens twitter — his dick still inside of you — and he posts the video with a caption of “she don’t seem too insecure to me.” and he watched as the video blew up.

“aran, baby, whatchu doin’?” you ask, looking back at him. “nun.”

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lingeriae · 8 months

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THE MORNING AFTER

warnings - very suggestive, reader is black and female, cursing, ass slapping, takes place in college, reader and aran are aged up to 21+

aran ojiro, one of the most popular and handsome man on the volleyball team and the whole entire campus. he stands six feet tall, and his skin wa smooth to the touch, with no blemishes are no marks, only a bit of hair below his chin and above his top lip that had women and men feeling weak in the knees. his muscles had boyfriends feeling insecure, and his ass had girlfriends envious with it's round and plumpy look. full lips were always pulled into a pretty, panty-dropping smile, the white teeth --sometimes adorning gold-- that flashed with it didn't even help the case. to put it simply, everyone, their mother --and fathers wanted aran ojiro, and you were no exception to that.

maybe that's why he was in your bed. naked back moving up and down as he breathed, the scratches you had no doubt left on his back causing you to cringe as you looked at him from your position on the bed. you gripped the sheets to your chest tighter as you watched him shift for a minute, exhaling deeply when he didn't seem to be awake.

"damn." you muttered quietly, eyes raking up and down his brownskin with amazement, bottom lip now between your teeth as you lifted up your covers and nodding in understanding when you saw his ass, women had a right to be jealous. with a deep breath you slowly slid yourself off the bed, trying your best not to wake the man beside you, smiling big when you suceeded before running off into your bathroom.

you had to take a minute to actually convince yourself that you actually slept with thee aran ojiro. now, no insecure shit, of course you thought highly of yourself, with a face and body like that why wouldn't you! but unlike some of the other players, aran didn't fool around with girls like that, you'd be lucky if he even smiled at you, let alone pound you all the way into next week. your hands worked to tie your braids into a ponytail before taking up your toothbrush, cursing under your breath at the fact that you forgot to put on a bonnet, but who could blame you when you were getting fucked by one of the sexiest men on campus?

smiling, you spat the foam out of your mouth, rinsing your mouth which had you bending over the sink and no longer looking in the mirror, if you were looking in the mirror you would notice the naked figure walking towards you, eyes on your ass and pussy that peaked from the material of your towel. he licked his lips before pressing against you, slightly smirking at the way you jumped and immediately straightened up, eyes wide as you meet his in the mirror.

"oh..." you said, averting your gaze from his to the toothbrush in your hand, moving to put it in the cup, your breath hitching when aran's hands drag up your towel to rest against your waist, nibbling on your lower lip before meeting his eyes in the mirror. "hi?" it was said so softly, that if he wasn't so close to you he woulcn't have heard it, but he did and ti caused his lips to tug up further.

"hey," the raspiness of his voice isn't unexpected, but it still causes you to shudder and look away fom him again, focusing on the veins that run along his arms. aran licks his lips, eyes on the hickey that sat prettily on the side of your neck, his grip on your hips loosens momentarily to spin you around so that your ass rests against the counter instead of his crouch and your towel presses against his muscular chest. not knowing where to put your hands, you rest them on your chest looking up at aran through your lashes. "got tired of starin at me?"

your face flushed with heat at his words, rolling your eyes at his words you place a hand on his chest. "your not all that, relax." you lied, feeling his chest vibrate when he laughed.

it was quiet when he stopped, his eyes dragging down to your lips before slowly up to your face, the hands on your hips tightening their grip as he leans to press his lip against yours.

the action was quick, but it still had your knees slightly buckling and a lovesick smile to make its way unto your face. "you have any classes tomorrow?" he askes causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, fingers twisting the silver chain that rests against his naked chest.

"nah, why?"

he rolls his eyes. giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "cause I wanna take you out, duh. thought you were supposed to be smart?"

kissing your teeth, you remove your hands from his chest and fold the over yours. looking away from him you try your best not to smile, "ion know. y other man might wanna--" giggling fell from your lips at the slap he gave your ass, eyebrows draw together as he looked down at you with a blank expression, you gave him an innocent smile while your fingers traced the hair above his top lip.

"don't even play like that." he mumbled, pulling you against him so there was no space left between the two of you. he closed his eyes for a minute, taking in the comfortable silence that surrounded the both of you before your giggling interupted it.

"bae, why you tryna hug me with your dick out?" aran only opened on of his eyes, looking down at you with a serious expression.

"cause ima put it in you, duh."

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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“Good girl…now just breathe.” The sweet, gentle words seeped from between his lips as they hovered only an inch from your own. A comforting hand cradling the right side of your face…holding it steady and to ensure that those gorgeous brown eyes were fixated solely on him. “You can handle it, c’mon..take this dick f’r me.” Although they were welling with tears, he could see pure ecstasy and bliss inside..just waiting to disperse. Truthfully, it was his fault for baiting you along this far. Knowing that you didn’t possess the stamina or restraint to hold back on your orgasms. Nor could you take such rough sex..a hand around your throat, being slapped intermittently and even a finger or two into your jaws. Not to mention being tousled around on his dick as he impaled you to the base. As sexy as it was, you had a tendency to climax quickly..that much apparent by the way that tight little cunt was pulsating around his shaft. Oh, how it felt so good..so warm and silky. He wanted to stay in it forever and perhaps, you wouldn’t have minded it much either. That was if you didn’t feel as if you were about to tap out! “P-please, daddy..can’t take anymore.” Uttering with a somewhat violent tremble. However, he knew better than that. You were just a little sensitive at the moment. That little pussy completely red on the inside from the brutal pounding it had just endured and leaking with arousal. That thick cock stretching you open with each passing second; taking him far past the halfway point and even to the hilt with those balls slapping against your ass. It had created quite the mess..a mixture of your cum staining the sheets and your skin as he pinned you down in a mating press. Ensuring that you had nowhere to run and he could see that pretty face while he was deep in it. Even so, he had to put your needs first..ensure that his baby wasn’t in any pain. No matter how many times you had shouted for him to fuck you harder or to pound your pussy, you couldn’t handle what he had in store. So with a mustered chuckle, he’d halt in his tracks..leaning up and hovering above you by just an inch or two, he’d give you one last gentle stroke across the cheek before clasping your fingers together instead. With hands intertwined and him lying on your side, he’d give you a reassuring kiss to the temple and a hand on your stomach before proceeding to slide back in.

“Don’t worry, baby. Relax…we can take it slow. We can take all the time you need. I don’t want to rush this anyways..wanna spend all night fucking you.”

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gojo, eren, reiner, jean, nanami, ace, sanji, chrollo, sukuna, levi, erwin, draken, ony, aran + anyone else you can think of bc my mind is drawing a blank

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lovaesworld · 4 months

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"she misses you." you brought the camera between your plush thighs, spreading your brown folds—clit glistening with slick. "shit. I missed you too, baby." aran freed his bulge, thick dick sprung out slapping against his abs with his tip spewing with precum letting out a shaky moan.

"go ahead and play with her, fo' me." aran groaned rubbing his tip with his thumb as you slipped two fingers between your wet folds. "ouu aran.." you moaned, you both watched you pump your fingers into your glistening cunt, biting his plumped lip at the sweet moans you let out. aran stroked his dick faster. “aran! i’m-shit!” your orgasm nearing as you curled your fingers deeper into your hole growing.

“good ahead, baby.” you let out a whimper trying as you begin to fall apart.. aran threw his head back dick twitching against his palm. “fuck!” his leg twitched shooting warm ropes of cum on his abs. “m’aran. ouu f-fuck!” you let out a pornographic rubbing at your puffy, pink clit legs quivering squirting all over the camera.

#lovaesworld #smut #aran Ojiro x black y/n #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro smut #aran haikyuu

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eiflawriting · 1 year

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘭𝘦' 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦'/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙋 𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉. 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ─ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘮𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 ─ 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭.

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𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘫 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘱, 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺? 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑾𝑬𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑺 𝑨𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫, Aran Ojiro—outside hitter of the Tachibana Red Falcons. You haven't seen him in almost a month due to being on the road for Nationals. However, you didn't expect him to arrive at your apartment unannounced at eleven thirty at night. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than to do the things you promised him on all your steamy FaceTime calls.

The moment you saw Aran, you dragged him by the belt to your bedroom to sit him on the corner of your bed. You felt like a fucking nymphomaniac. To think he couldn't choose a better time to come. Usually, he would be asleep around this time, so you took it upon yourself to masturbate to the explicit photos and videos he sends. And just when you were about to climax, Aran knocked on your door.

Aran observed you, enjoying how your plush lips parted around his length. You were sloppy with your head—he loved that. He loved how you did your best to fit all nine inches of his cock down your throat, producing gags and gargles. The amount of saliva down your chin and his balls was obscene. You were sure there was a small puddle underneath him, but neither of you cared. That's just how nasty you are.

He nearly felt his soul leave his body, trying to contain himself, but you were sucking him off too well. Aran was so weak for you. He had such a stressful day, and he knew that stress would be gone the second he saw you. His face grew warmer the more you took him in your mouth. His hand gripped the back of your head while he whimpered your name. Not to control your actions but to take comfort. Though—he would be lying if he said he didn't want to fuck your pretty face.

You swirled up and down while twisting his cock like salt 'n pepper grinders to continue pulling those husky grunts from his chest. Hearing his sounds of pleasure boosted your confidence and proved even after weeks, you never lost your touch. He sounded so fucking sexy with those breathy moans of your name, nipping his bottom lip while staring at you through heady-lidded eyes.

Those eyes screamed, "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you."

All the cum Aran had pent up was being saved for your pussy, so he'd only allow you to suck him off for a bit longer. You began deepthroating him while gently playing with his balls. Fuck erupted from the pit of Aran's stomach due to the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. The vibrations of your moans tickled his cock, to which he reflexively bucked into your throat, causing you to gag. His libido was put on pause.

Aran felt terrible for accidentally shoving his dick in your mouth without warning. He pulled you off him to shower your face with soft kisses, uttering his apologies. Your sweet giggles melted his heart, but he had to ensure you were okay.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. Are you okay?"

"I'm good. I actually like how that feels."

He chuckled, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Well, you could let me finish giving you head."

"Nah, if you keep sucking my dick like that, I'm definitely gonna bust in your mouth. C'mere. I need you to sit on me."

As requested, you stood up to slowly pull your nightgown over your head. More precum leaked from Aran's tip from seeing how full your curves were. Pictures were one thing. Seeing it in person was always a different experience. His brown eyes were blown in awe. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, enjoying the feel of your beautiful silky skin. The moon made it no secret how captivated it was by your deep copper complexion.

Aran loved every part of your body. Those love handles he would hold onto when fucking you passionately. Your natural saggy tits, which fitted perfectly in his mouth. Your thick round ass, decorated beautifully with stretch marks that his hand rested on while cuddling. And let's not forget about that fat pussy that was currently dripping juices, desperate for his touch. Fuck, you're so perfect. Both inside and out. Aran couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.

Without waiting any further, you pushed Aran back with your lips pressed against his until he reached the headboard. You adjusted yourself on top of him while you continued kissing. After a few more smooches, you parted lips to watch your reactions from being engulfed in each other's warmth. You held Aran's cock to align it with your entrance, then slowly sank onto his length. Your brows knitted, and your lips held open in an o shape from the pressure of your hole being stretched. Aran watched you, eyes saying, "I know, I know…." He knew how big he was and how badly you missed his dick.

Aran was a lot to handle, but you loved how gentle he was with you. No matter how often you had sex, you always had to adjust to his size, and he wouldn't move until you gave him the okay. He massaged the small of your back with circles filled with reassurance as you lowered yourself until you felt that mushroom tip hit your sweet spot. Your back arched in complete bliss as you allowed your wetness to marinate him. Soft curse words aired past your lips. How were you able to handle this much for two years?

"How you feelin', pretty girl?" Aran whispered.

"Baby, you're just–you're just so big."

He held your chin between his thumb and index finger to replace repeated smooches. "I know, and you always do a good job taking me. Fuck, I miss this pussy. So fucking warm, princess."

"Show me how badly you missed me, Aran."

He didn't need to be told twice.

His strokes started off tender to become familiar with your insides. Aran did his best to prevent nutting quickly because he caught himself cumming the second he felt you swallowing him. Your pussy was too good. You both knew that. But he promised himself that he'd deliver your orgasm before his own. You come second to none—including him.

The low temperature in your bedroom couldn't stop the shared heat from spreading underneath your skin. Your sweet moans were like music to Aran. He'd never grow weary of hearing them. So smooth and pretty. Good thing you were in a corner apartment because you were sure you'd wake your neighbors up with your sounds of pleasure.

Though, this was nothing compared to what was about to come.

It was only so long before Aran thrusts into your pussy filled with passion. Rather than allowing you to become comfortable, his intent was now to have you cream all over his cock. He pressed his fingers into your cheeks to pout your pretty plush lips together, calling you his good girl. Saying how beautiful and sexy you are while being stuffed with his dick. You wrapped around him as if your pussy acted like a serpent strangling its prey to feast on.

You moaned loudly, screaming to fuck you harder and make you cum. You loved the feeling of being split open by Aran. He slammed into your wet needy pussy, going deeper with every thrust he made. The dick you received from him was a pleasure you had never experienced. He fucked you to please you. Not to get a quick one off. And nothing could make him happier.

"You missed this dick, muffin?" Aran cooed, speeding up his movements in your drooling cunt. He began pulling on your knotless braids, an action you loved, to see how ethereal you looked above him.

"I do. I miss this dick so much, baby. Fuck, this feels so good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like this, Aran."

"That's what I want. I want you to cream and cum all over my dick. You think you could do that for me?"

"Y-Yes. Oh God, yes," you cried.

He smirked. "That's my girl."

His grip on your braids became tighter while pounding you recklessly. The sounds of him slapping your ass to produce more waves reverberated through the surface of your apartment, along with your pussy talking to him. Aran's fingers crept between to ass to apply pressure to your second whole. He'd hope you take him in the ass one day, but teasing it, for now, will do.

You looked beneath you to enjoy how lust-filled Aran's big brown eyes were. To see how his full lips parted to pant and curse uncontrollably. Your boyfriend was so damn fine. Fuck, you just wanted to smother his face with your pussy. Coat his perfectly clean beard with your juices. Have his smooth dark skin glow more than it already does. Damn, was this really your man?

You swiped his lips with your fingers, and he knew exactly what that meant. Without halting his strokes, he opened his mouth to receive the long string of saliva coming from yours. Your hand enfolded around his throat, breaking free from his hold on your hair to crash your lips. The kiss was sloppy, lip biting and sucking on each other's tongues. You told Aran you were his and his only. You knew that. He knew that, but there was something about hearing you announce it that had his cock unruly twitching.

Yeah, that was it.

He was fucking you like a wild bitch in heat. As promised, you creamed on his cock that decorated your asshole and his balls. Your pussy produced gushing noises of it being stirred and obnoxious queefing. Aran struck your ass hard enough to clap but soft enough to not bruise. He. Stretched. You. Open. Having a fat and long dick that was used correctly was a blessing. Aran didn't even have to ask—you told him your pussy was his.

"Oh, fuck. Yes—Yes—Yes. Oh my fucking gosh, Aran. Yes, baby. This pussy is yours. It's all yours," you purred.

"I know, baby girl. Ain't nobody taking this pussy away from me. Fuck, this feels so good." You began jumping on his cock to meet with his thrusts, which pleased him. "Mhm-hm. Keep bouncing on this dick, Y/N."

"A-Aran, I love you so much. I-I'm about to cum. This is too much."

He kissed you sensually before nipping at your jaw. "I love you too, muffin. Cum on this dick so I can fuck my nut in you."

"Oh, f-fuck…" Your voice drifted seconds prior to you climaxing. The tension in your gut was loosened from cumming all over your boyfriend. It's like you saw stars while looking at him. You kept calling his name in this sweet dulcet tone that made him weak. Your mind went blank. You couldn't even hear what he was saying. Probably something along the lines of "I'm here, princess. I'm here."

He continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he reached his own. He admired your sensitivity to his touch, especially after already cumming. Aran moved his hands to cuff your ass to spread, wanting you to feel every stroke—every vein—every last drop of his cum. And based on how heavy his balls felt slapping against your sex, he knew it would be a lot.

You shared a tender look of sexual desire, but yours had confusion. How was it possible to be fucked this good? Why like this? By someone you love and want to spend the rest of your life with? But really, the confusion stemmed from you feeling another bubble ready to pop in your gut. Your mouth was held agape. Something was about to–

"Baby, I'm gonna c-"

"Cum. Shit, yes. I can feel it. I can feel that pussy grabbing my dick. Cum with me, Y/N. I'm cumming, too," Aran rasped.

"Fuck me–Fuck me–Fuck me, Aran. Fuck me."

"Keep saying my name like that—Y/N, fuck! Ngh, I'm cumming."

And just like that, he gave you a final sensual stroke before flooding your pussy with his cum. Your shared moans bounced off the walls of your apartment. Aran fucked his nut deep inside your walls until his cock popped out of your pussy. The noise itself was pornographic. After feeling his seed leak out of your hole, you let out a soft whimper. You relax your body onto his with your face resting in the crook of his neck.

How Aran massaged your scalp had chills running down your spine. He grabbed your cheeks to squeeze your lips together to place soft smooches. He crooned, telling you how much he loves you, praising you for always taking him so well. The act alone was enough to pull strings in your heart. You loved this man so much and were glad he finally returned home to you.

"I missed you, baby."

"I missed you too, pretty girl. I missed you, too…."

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 ── @dejwrites @maydayaisha @sailewhoremoon @ayyy-pee @violxtbxbyy @maginxlia @nova-siims @caribbeanwifey19 @sexbob-ombbeck @privateparty3 @comatosebunny09 @coconutxraikage @keijimilk @bbytamaki @softimgyu @sirenh4ll @adorabubblesblog @beniswife @violxtbxbyy @pablopascal @anahryal @sunnytalia3 @ittybittytittybby @isfleur @loveupeople @aiyaaayei @theauras @shiriiu @hoohoohope

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sucka4pain · 1 year

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𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬! (Ft. Black fem & male y/n)

Disclaimer: these tweets are from real accounts and I just put haikyuu characters and what user they would have so the original tweets are not mine!!

A/n: lowkey might make a part two who knows🏃🏻‍♀️

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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alright. forever and for all time.

#I kind of hope this blows up because I want to see as many opinions as possible #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq #hq!!#atsumu #osamu #sakuatsu #atsumu miya #osamu miya #polls #atsumu x y/n #osamu x y/n #inarizaki #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro

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nysrage · 4 months

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drabble drabble drabble!

aran loved eating you out, he found the most pleasure when he nestled his head between your thighs. settling right in front of your sex and watching as it pulsed for him. just for him to dive in seconds later and feast as if he hadn’t eaten in months. thick tongue pushing past the two toned lips of your pussy and giving it a long wet lick, slurping up all the slick he gathered along the way. “mm, taste so good baby..” moaning against you and giving himself a quick taste as you whimpered and moaned above him. “a-aran.. stop teasingg” watching every move he makes as he begins to eat you out deliciously. legs instantly closing around his head until he gives that soft brown thigh a firm slap, “open, y’know how i like em’ baby” spreading those plush thighs and holding them up to your chest. “good girl..”

biting at your lip as he dives back in and begins tongue fucking you while his middle and index fingers are busy circling your clit at a slow steady pace just before he stops to give it a soft kiss. doing it again and again until he’s messily suckling on that pulsing clit of yours as he teasingly runs his fingers over that hole that wants to be filled so desperately. “ouu, f-fuck daddy keep eating’ just like thattt!” voice dripping in arousal, body heating at the building pressure in your tummy as he enjoys his meal. he’s scanning that sexy body of yours and he rubs all over your thighs and chubby tummy. your face twisted up in pleasure as you tug at the coils of that fresh temp fade. “eyes on me pretty girl” eyes meeting his just as he slips those two fingers in.

“mhm, watch daddy make this pussy cum..” relieving that feeling of emptiness that sent your hips bucking, tongue flicking down at that clit of yours with every buck of your hips as aran curls those fingers deep within and tapped at your walls. “m’ cumming araa—” voice breaking into a silent scream as your toes curl and eyes settle in the back of your head while he sucked your soul from your body, legs shaking in his hold as he gulps down the creamy essence spilling out of you. “meal cant get no better than this..”

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

#aran x black!reader #aran smut #aran ojiro x black!reader #aran x black reader #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro x black y/n #aran x black y/n #aran ojiro smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x black reader #haikyu x black!reader #haikyu x black y/n

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citiair · 1 year

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LIKE YOU

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aran ojiro x black!female!reader

-> ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE!!! basketball!player!aran, cheerleader!black!reader, reader and aran are good friends, aran is low key a jerk, reader likes aran, angst, she/her pronouns, female bodied.

pt. 1 -> pt. 2 -> pt. 3

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DID HE NOT LIKE YOU? DID HE LIKE YOU?

why should you care? why shouldn’t you care? why did you have to care? why didn’t you have to care?

you sat there on your bed with your finger twiddling with one another.

you shouldn’t had sent that text you thought.

you wonder what he was going to say, how he would react, good, bad, nasty, happily honestly all of the above.

you were nervous for some reason, you honestly thought maybe there was a chance of him liking you back.

you slightly grin at the thought all the memories you have with

aran ojiro.

you and him met when he moved to your neighborhood, about that time you were in the 7th grader and he was going to attend the 8th grader at your school.

you guys never spent much time in school cause of the grade difference but outside of school, you guys had gotten pretty close within the span of 5 months of him being new to the states.

yea, he was from karumai a town in japan. he told you he learned a bit of english when his parents first informed him about the move to the states.

you asked him if he wanted you to help with knowing more about the english language. he happily obliged.

by the time you both were in high school— him eleventh grade, you tenth .he was fluent knowing both japanese and english. you were proud of him, from those days you guys got closer and closer, eventually becoming long-time best friends.

you both were into sports in high school. you being a volleyball player your fresh man year, then sophomore, junior and senior year being a cheerleader. while him being a basketball player for three years of his high school experience, his first year went to volleyball.

you liked volleyball but cheering and dancing was something you loved to do, you dreamed of being a pro cheerleader for the lakers, while aran dreamed of playing for the lakers.

“all the greats played for them!” he would say all the time. you and him had similar dreams with eachother, and saw eachother in the other’s future.

you realized as you both got older, got into the same college and you developed feelings for him, you honestly don’t know how and when, but did that stop you?

nah.

so now here you are, sitting on your dorm’s bed, biting your fingers and waiting for a response.

from him.

girl calmed down! he’s gonna respond! your dorm-mate willow told you, you guys had gotten pretty close you’re freshman year of college and luckily got the same roommate for sophomore year.

i know but i’m nervous you told them. they went over to you from their bed and sat on yours, next to you.

they rubbed your back gently and hugged you.

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⁷:¹⁰𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻!

𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 <- ⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹¹𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂...

⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖 -> 𝘂𝗵𝗵𝗵..

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹... 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘂𝗽? <- ⁷:¹²𝚙𝚖

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

⁷:¹⁸𝚙𝚖 -> 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱...

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 ¹⁰:⁵²𝚙𝚖

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the next day you didn’t go to school.

this had such a impact on you.

he looked at you messages and ignored it.

you were sulking in your own thoughts when you heard a knock on your dorm door.

you got up from your bed and went to answer it.

and behind it was him- aran standing in all of his ‘glory’. he was shining with sweat so it looks like he just came back from the gym.

can i come in? he asked you curiously , it never took you this long to tell him to come in. sure come in. you said with your head pointing down

you went to sit on your bed and patted your bed to sit next to you but he shook his in rejection. you heart sunk, he never rejected sitting next to you. you really messed up.

listen y/n, i’m gonna cut the chase. i, we can’t be anything. we are best friends i would hate to ruin over some stupid crush, ya know? he spoke to you urgently wanting you to understand where he was coming from.

you bit your lip and shut your eyes.

humiliation.

humiliation is what you felt.

i know, it was dumb to act on my heart rather than my thoughts. my bad i guess.. you harshly said to him now with tears cascading your face

y/n- he began to plead but you stopped him.

please just leave aran, there really isn’t no point of explaining. you said what you said. you told him wiping your tears and walking to your door.

you opened the door and slowly walked over to you and the door and looked at you one more time.

i love you. okay text me if you need me. aran said to you as he kissed your cheek and left out the room.

he was almost already down the hall when willow was walking up to the open door with you in the entrance.

so i saw him kiss your cheek? is it a yay or a nay? they asked you concerningly looking at your dries-up, tear-covered face.

it was a nay wills. you told them as you walked away from the door it’s funny cause you really thought he would you

like you

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a/n: heyyy its been a while… anyways! anyone want headcannons or a part two? maybe i’ll be nice and give y’all both… who knows… hope you enjoyed!

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rintarosluvr · 6 months

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Fanfics drabble > SUNA.R x Reader

Genre : Scifi

You walk out of class with Jaelyn and Thalia talking about the new gossip over a girl named Faith fighting a girl earlier this week, when your conversation got interrupted by one of your friends running passt you

“What is he doing here?” Jaelyn asks

Thalia shrugs “Not my business”

You chuckle

Elijah stops running as he passes the corner which the three of you pass and stop to talk to him

“What are you doing here?” You ask holding your math book closer to you

“We’re having a water balloon fight” he explains

“We?” Thalia asks

Elijah nods “Yeah, me, Atsumu, rintaro and few other guys”

Jaelyn frowns “You know boys aren’t allowed here right?” Before he could answer her, a loud splash interrupted and the white wall was now green

“You missed!” He shouts at Atsumu before running away

“Hello ladies” Atsumu quickly greet the three of you as he runs after Elijah

“It’s never a boring day here” You mumble turning around and bump into someone

“Ash shit, Y/n. My bad” Rintaro apologizes

You frown as you saw, a mischievous glint shines in his eyes

Without warning, he swiftly uses you as a shield, effectively blocking himself from any potential water balloon attacks

You let out a startled yelp as you feel the impact of several water balloons hitting your back, while Rintaro remains unscathed

"Rin!" You exclaim, glaring at him

Rintaro chuckles, thoroughly pleased with his impromptu defense tactics

But before you can retaliate, the two familiar figures join the scene

Atsumu and Elijah, both holding armfuls of water balloons, burst onto the scene with matching grins on their faces

Atsumu tosses a water balloon in your direction but misses by a hair as you skillfully dodge it

"Nice move, Rin! Way to use Y/n as a shield!" he shouts

Elijah, on the other hand, throws a water balloon toward Thalia, his aim landing spot-on as she lets out a surprised shriek, Her arm being now the color blue

"You're next!" she declares, quickly retaliating with her own counterattack

Jaelyn, never one to back down, grins at the chaos unfolding around her

he snatches a water balloon from a nearby bucket and launches a perfect throw at Rintaro

It connects with a satisfying splat, soaking him from head to toe

You laugh at him being completely pink

Soon, more students passing by are drawn to the excitement

The water balloon fight becomes an all-out spectacle, with students of all ages and genders joining in the hallway without a care

Laughter echoes, colorful balloons burst, and the sound of joy fills the air

The sound of an authoritative voice cuts through the commotion

Principal Wilson, looking stern and unamused

"Children’s!" he bellows, his voice booming across the hallway

"Stop this instant! You are disrupting the order of the school!"

Everyone freezes, the joyous expressions on their faces quickly fading

The six of you exchange worried glances, realizing that their newfound playground has caught the attention of higher authority.

Principal Wilson marches over to the group, his towering presence sending a wave of unease through the six friends

"You have all clearly violated several rules," he declares, pointing his finger sternly

"Playing with water balloons, causing mayhem, and disrupting the learning environment."

“The last part is false since school is over” Atsumu mumbles

He pauses for a moment "You all have detention!" he declares with an air of finality, his voice leaving no room for argument

“Your comment probably made it worse” Jaelyn mumbles as she start walking

“It was the truth!” The blonde defends himself

With heads held high and their colorful paint still evident, the six of you trudge through the school corridors towards the designated detention room

The weight of the punishment is palpable as you navigate through the bustling hallways, silently hoping that time would pass quickly

However, to their surprise and delight, their spirits are lifted when, after just a few minutes into their detention, the door creaks open, announcing the arrival of your other friends

Aran, Oikawa, and Sakusa step into the room.

Grinning widely, Oikawa announces their fashionably late arrival

"Sorry for the delay, folks. But you can always count on Ms. Anderson to take her sweet time!"

Aran feigns offense, raising an eyebrow playfully

"I wouldn’t say that," he retorts

Time flies by as the group falls into the familiar rhythms, laughing

The once daunting detention room transforms into a space of shared experiences and cherished memories

It's only when the sound of the final bell rings through the school, bringing their detention to a close, that everyone realize how quickly the minutes had passed

[A/N] :this is part of chap 24 :)

Starlight. Pt1 & Pt2

> Starlight

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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Kiss Me, It’s Midnight

Pairing: Suna Rintarō x Reader

Word Count: ~3.6k

Genre: Fluff, Mild MILD angst if you squint

cw: celebrating new year’s, slight mentions of drinking, mentions of kids, the twins are dumb i love them, um i think that’s it, oh! one mention of condoms lol

summary: Suna never thought a 4-year-old would beat him to the punchline, as if he wasn’t already nervous.

“Aunty!!!” There was a flurry of giggles that followed the exclamation and you suddenly found yourself jumped on by two small bodies. You could barely see the flash of silver and black hair as the two giggling kids latched themselves onto your waist. The setting sun reflected off the door as it opened wider to let you and the boyfriend trailing after you in, a little sign hanging in the window reading ‘closed for private party’ right under the ‘Onigiri Miya’ banner.

“Kids, let y/n breathe and settle in first, please.” Kita’s voice was soft but stern and you shot him a soft smile as he detached his two children from your body.

“I don’t mind, really Kita, but thank you.” You laughed as you took a few steps to be fully into the shop before kneeling down to kiss each of the two kids on the cheeks. The little girl beamed up at you as the boy turned a bright red, his fists bunching up at his sides.

“What about me? Do I not get a welcome?” You glanced back over your shoulder where Rin was looking offended at the two little ones.

“Hi Uncle Rin!” The little girl giggled before jumping at him. The little boy, however, stuck his tongue out at his uncle before turning his attention back to where you were now laughing, a proud smile on his face.

You managed to barely exchange pleasantries with Osamu, Atsumu and Aran as you were dragged off to where the kids had also decided to hold their mother hostage in a pile of games they’d received for Christmas from uncles that loved to spoil them. Rin, however, had lucked out, and was able to meander to the counter where Osamu had laid out some fresh food for them all for the night to come.

There were base decorations thrown around the shop, sparkles of gold and silver from where the streamers were haphazardly put up and the little sign reading the upcoming year was a little lopsided where it hung from the ceiling. Rin had made a smart comment about how it must have been Atsumu’s work, starting chaotic ramblings from the accused before he’d pointed his attention back at you.

You were rarely aware of when he got like this; of when his eyes were trained on your movements while a soft smile toyed with his lips. He couldn’t help himself from staring. He thought you were the most beautiful thing that he’d ever laid his eyes on. Gorgeous. And he especially loved when you were playing with Kita’s kids. It was like they brightened you up, giggles filling the air as you let them climb on you. Whenever there was a gathering that included the two of you and Shinsuke’s kids, you were bound to have at least one attached to you at all times.

His ears were definitely muting the chatter of his friends around him, not caring what they said as he watched you. Easily proved by the way that Atsumu had to jerk his shoulders to get him to participate in the conversation again.

“What d’ya want?” Rintarou rolled his eyes and Atsumu went to shove him again only to be smacked by Osamu.

“Yer gon’ spill the food, stop it.” Atsumu rolled his eyes at his brother but listened anyways, grabbing another snack as he turned back to Rin.

“Well?” Aran pressed, a follow-up to his question that Rintarou had missed while he was caught up watching you.

Rin cleared his throat awkwardly, shooting a sideways glance at Osamu for help, which was not provided. He lifted the glass of cheap wine to his lips, trying to avoid the question but was ‘saved’ by Kita. “He wasn’t listenin’ to the conversation. Busy watchin’ y/n play with my kids.”

Rin choked on his drink quickly, smacking his chest a few times as he coughed. “I was not!” He tried to defend but it really was futile to insist this to his oldest friends.

“Thinkin’ about havin’ one with her?” Aran asked, nudging Rin in the ribs slightly. “Add a little one to yer family o’two?”

Rin would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of it. He glanced over at you again, you were standing and chatting with Kita’s wife now, his daughter sitting on your hip as she giggled and tried to mess with a section of your hair. Every couple of seconds you would turn to nuzzle your nose against the little girl’s chubby cheek and press a wet kiss there as she protested with little hands pushing against your chin through her giggles. Yeah, Rin wouldn’t mind one with you. He just needed to-

“He’s gotta ask her t’marry him first.” Rin quickly shoved Atsumu’s face away from him, tempting himself to toss the wine in his friend’s face.

“He don’t gotta.” Osamu defended for him. Rin smiled lightly knowing that more than likely, Osamu was just trying to contradict his brother but he didn’t mind when it was for his predicament. “Kita did it a little backwards, too.”

“Yeah! Kita got his girl knock-” Kita’s hand slapped over Aran’s mouth quickly as one of his children came running up. The little boy was bouncing on his toes as he looked up at his dad.

“Papa! Papa! Can ya help me get the stuff!” His voice was a little whiny with excitement as he tugged on the sleeve of Kita’s shirt, trying to coax him out of his seat.

“The stuff?” Rin questioned as he eyed his friends who were now trying to stifle giggles. Kita just gave Rintarou a small and amused side-glance as he guided his mini-clone behind the counter and towards the office of the shop. “Hey! What stuff?”

“Mini-Kita got y/n somethin’. A late Christmas present.” Osamu nodded back to the door of the office where the little boy was reappearing with an array of what looked to be hand-picked flowers. “They’re from his ma’s garden.”

Rin glared lightly as Kita’s son walked determinedly over to you. He paused and looked over at his uncles nervously, to which Aran, Atsumu and Osamu all gave him little thumbs up. Kita’s son straightened and nodded lightly before stopping right next to where you were crouched with his little sister. He was smiling up nervously at you as he tapped on your shoulder, drawing your attention to him.

“You wook reawy pwetty.” He said softly, hiding his face behind the flowers in his hands. You giggled slightly, side-eyeing his mom who was trying her best to not break into a full laugh.

“Thank you.” You gasped softly, tapping on his hands as they held the flowers. “Are these for me?”

He nodded lightly and squeezed his eyes shut as he held them out to you. “They’re so pretty, oh my gosh, thank you.” You smiled at him as you took the flowers gently, giving him a smile as you took in the little boy’s flushed cheeks.

“What’s he doing?” Rin asked as he scrutinized the way the little boy was reaching into his pocket.

“Stealin’ yer girl.” Aran laughed as he clapped him on the shoulder. “Spent an hour ‘fore ya got here gettin’ a pep-talk from us.”

“You’re all encouraging him?!” He exclaimed, looking at his friends in betrayal.

“Oh yeah,” Atsumu laughed as he took another large bite of his food, “we’re all rootin’ fer him. He’s gon’ pop the question ‘fore ya get t’it”

Rin glanced back to where the little boy was presenting you with a small ring made from woven grass. His eyes narrowed as his finger twitched towards his own pocket.

Osamu’s eyes caught the movement and widened as he took in the shape of a box just barely peeking out of Rin’s pocket. “Holy shit, Sunarin, is that what I think?” Osamu’s hand went for his pocket only to be swatted away.

“Shut your face ‘Samu.” Rin growled, shoving his hand into his pocket to hide the box, to hide the intentions he’d had for the night.

“Ma god,” Osamu smacked Atsumu’s shoulder first and quickly cut off the latter’s anger with “Sunarin’s plannin’ t’propose.”

“SUNARIN’S GON-” Rin slapped his hand over Atsumu’s mouth quickly, glad that you were too busy with Kita’s son to notice.

“Shut your trap.” He hissed out through his teeth. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that you were too preoccupied slipping your grass ring onto your pinky to notice the commotion Atsumu had almost made. “Learn to keep a secret Miya.” Rin sighed as he retracted his hand, now having the attention of all four of his former teammates. “Don’t even know if I’m gonna do it anymore. Especially since mini-Kita over there beat me to it now.”

Kita huffed a soft laugh as he patted Rin on the back. “She’s been waitin’ fer you to ask. Y’gotta know she don’t care when it comes.”

Rin sighed again as he propped his chin up on his free hand, watching as you laughed and smiled brightly across the room. He knew that you didn’t mind when the proposal came, if you were even expecting one at this point, but he was tired of making you wait. He wanted to ask you to be his wife, wanted to change your title from girlfriend to fiancee. He wanted it to be tonight. Which made the fact that Kita’s kid had just asked you the question that Rin had been dying to ask you, sting that much more.

Rin was known for being the quietest of the group, even when he grew out of high school and learned that his snarky comments in his head would get laughs when he said them out loud. Learned that the little pride he felt when his friends laughed at his jokes was his favorite feeling. His favorite right behind being with you. But he was quieter than usual tonight. Nearly silent all night. He was just watching, waiting for the right moment, building up the courage.

You noticed him being quiet but, not wanting to confront him in front of his friends, decided to wait until the two of you went home before asking him about it. You pressed sweet kisses to his cheeks now and then as you passed, squeezed his arm softly as you engaged in conversations with your friends. He smiled at you as you did, a dopey little grin that his friends noticed and snickered about to each other as you stayed oblivious.

“Hey,” Rin’s voice was a whisper in your ear as the two of you watched Osamu secretly feeding caffeine to Kita’s children as they tried to stay awake until midnight. “Will you come with me for a second?” He jerked his head slightly in the direction of the door to Osamu’s office.

You followed without question, silently thankful for the chance to be alone with him and ask him if he was okay. There was still ten minutes left until the clock hit midnight. When you quietly shut the door behind you, you turned around to see him nervously fidgeting with his hands, twisting them into each other. “Hey,” your voice was soft as you crossed the space between you two, “you okay? You’ve been really quiet tonight.”

Rin could feel his hands shaking, he didn’t know why he was so nervous. He’d thought of a whole speech, one that he couldn’t think of now. Now that you were in front of him and the weight in his pocket felt almost too heavy to carry. “I, um,” he cleared his throat awkwardly and scrunched his face up, “I needed to, uh,” he took another shaky breath, avoiding eye contact, “to talk to you.”

“Hey,” you lowered your voice more as you cupped his face with both hands, bringing it to look at your own, your thumb brushing softly against the skin of his cheeks, “what’s going on? You can talk to me.” You took in the way his hands shook slightly as they rested against your own.

He breathed out slowly as he took your hands into his own and brought them between you. His eyes trailed your hands as he moved them and he cursed himself because he was sure his palms were sweating as much as they were shaking. Maybe he was the one who needed the pep talk from his boys to ask you this. He definitely needed the pep talk more than mini-Kita. “We’ve been dating for a while now and I mean…” He trailed off and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes flicked around, unease in them. “Wait, that’s not how-” He dropped your hands and rubbed his cheeks with his palms.

“It’s okay Rin, take your time.” Your eyes glanced at the clock. 8 minutes left until midnight. You wanted him to take his time but the closer it got to midnight the less time you knew you had before your friends came to look for you. But what he had to say seemed important. “Is everything okay?”

Rin wound his hands into his hair and tugged a little bit. He had a whole speech planned and couldn’t remember even a word of it. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it, and I just haven’t found the right time to have the conversation.” His anxiousness seemed to extend away from him and wrap its claws into you, his uneasy tone of voice putting the worst ideas into your head.

You bit your lip in worry, eyes flicking away from him to where you could barely see your reflection in the window of the dark office, where you could see both your figures not looking at each other. And although you hadn’t thought anything was wrong, his weird mood for the night seemed to click an idea into place. “Rintarou, if you’re about to break up with me, can you please wait until we’re home. Our friends are out there, let’s not ruin their holiday.” You whispered it to him and ignored what sounded like a slap coming from the other side of the door.

“What?” Rin’s head snapped up so fast he thought he might almost break his neck. “Why would you think I’m breaking up with you?” He rushed the words out quickly, slurring a few. “No, no, no. I don’t want to break up, I wanted to talk to you. Did it come out that way?” He groaned and let his head fall into his hands. “I didn’t mean it to sound that way, dammit.” You glanced back confused, but as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by the office door opening abruptly.

“Okay lovebirds, five minutes until midnight. Suna Rintarou, you’re an idiot, get out here.” Atsumu stepped past you quickly, beelining for Rin and taking him by the arm to drag him out of the office. Kita smiled apologetically as you could hear Rin protesting.

“Didn’t think you’d need the same prep as a four-year-old.” You could hear Osamu chastising before Kita’s wife slipped into the office with you and shut the door. Cutting off the sound and separating the two of you from the men and the kids.

Before you could ask what was happening, she smiled at you and held a finger to her lips. “Oh, just give them like, she glanced at the clock, two minutes maybe?” You shot her a skeptical look but stayed quiet as you both listened to hushed voices and an occasional shout of protest from the other side of the door.

Kita’s wife was kind enough to make small talk to try and distract you, but didn’t try for any deep conversations, knowing your mind was much too preoccupied with attempting to figure out what it was that was happening outside the office. But true to her prediction, the boys jerked open the door again with three minutes left until midnight.

Atsumu ‘guided’ you out of the office, more like pushed you really-hands on your shoulders as he relocated you, and to a spot in the center of the room where some of the tables had been haphazardly shoved out of the way. You looked around confused for a moment, there were a few candles on the tables surrounding you now that hadn’t been there before, the tv on the wall still playing the ceremony for the new year as they broadcasted, waiting for a countdown.

It was when your eyes landed on Rin that your confusion really set in. He looked worried, hands wringing each other as he stood awkwardly in front of you. His eyes were glancing between Kita and Aran, looking for the reassuring glances they were trying to send in opposition to the twins who looked more impatient than anything. Rin cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked at you.

“Um, y/n I-” he winced at himself and you drew your eyebrows together in confusion. You could hear the tv in the background announcing two minutes until midnight. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and I-” He cut himself off again and shook his head, opening his mouth to start over.

Osamu, however, had other plans. He was quick to kick into the back of Rin’s knee so that he fell to his knees on the floor. A harsh “ferget the damn speech, Sunarin” fell from Osamu’s lips.

You looked as Rin shot Osamu a pointed glare over his shoulder before simply adjusting himself so that he was on one knee. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized the position… maybe he should have started like this. “Rintarou, what are you doing?”

The little voice of Kita’s son graced your ears and you glanced to see the little boy tugging on his dad’s sleeve. “Papa, what’s happening?” He was quietly hushed and it was Rin’s voice who caught your attention again.

“Okay, screw the speech I guess.” Rin sighed, his eyes trained down, afraid to look at you. “I had this whole speech planned, I swear I did, but you make me so nervous. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone.” His voice shook a little bit and you couldn’t help but try to tuck your lips in between your teeth to keep your smile at bay. “I’ve wanted to ask ya this for so long. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve had this thing sitting in a box just waiting for the right moment.” He was clumsy with pulling the small ring box out of his pocket but you didn’t mind, he could have pulled out a ring pop and you’d be happy. The tv in the background signaled a minute until midnight.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’ve been waiting and waiting, and I’m tired of waiting.” Rin finally got up the courage to look at you and his worry was written all over his face. Worry that you wouldn’t say yes, despite knowing that you would. “Y/n,” he lifted the top of the box and presented the prettiest ring you could have hoped for, “would you marry me please?”

You laughed slightly, softly as you let yourself smile at him. “You never even had to ask, of course the answer is yes.”

He let out a laugh of relief, his head falling forward as he finally smiled, his nerves relaxing for the first time that night. “Oh, thank god.”

“Put the damn ring on her finger!” Atsumu shouted and you couldn’t help but laugh as Rin cursed him but did so anyway.

You felt a little bad for mini-Kita who was now crying ‘no’s as his mother tried not to laugh at the 4-year-old’s distress, but you were too busy smiling as Rin stood back up in front of you. “So,” you could hear the tv going off in the background ‘ten,’ “fiance.” You giggled as Rin’s face split into a grin at the new title. ‘Nine, eight!’

“Fiancee.” He mused back and you smiled too, ignoring the way Atsumu and Osamu gagged over the sound of ‘seven! Six!’

“Well what are you waiting for?” ‘five!’ Rin gave you a small tilt of his head in confusion and you laughed. ‘Four! Three!’ You wrapped your arms around his waist and stepped closer. “Kiss me, it’s midnight.”

Rin smiled and leaned to you easily. ‘Two.’ His lips ghosted against yours just as the tv sounded ‘one!’ and there was a shout across the room from the other members. ‘Happy new year’ exchanges. You were focused on the heavy weight of your fiance’s lips against yours, the cold band now settling on your ring finger. A happy new year, indeed.

Bonus:

Rin looked down at the box in his hand and rolled his eyes. “You’re joking right?” Disbelief painted his tone as he resisted the urge to smack his two friends.

“Think of it as an early birthday gift.” Atsumu snickered as Osamu covered his mouth.

“Look, instructions for you and everything.” Osamu snorted a little bit as he flipped the box in Rin’s hands and tapped the directions.

Rin was quick to smack Osamu’s hand away. “I know how to use a condom, ya dumbass!” He sneered at his two friends and rethought his decision to not hit them.

“Rin?” Your voice sounded by the door where you were holding Kita’s sleeping daughter, trying to hand her off to her mother. “You ready to leave?”

He was quick to shove the box under his jacket so you wouldn’t see and rush towards you, ignoring the taunts of ‘whipped’ terribly disguised by coughs as he went.

a/n: i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive and bad at posting/updating. going to work on it and finish up some of what i’ve started and not finished. i love y’all <3

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧 • 𝐀. 𝐎𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

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black fem reader

themes and warnings: pornography, masturbation, use of sex toys, alcohol mentions, oral sex, penetrative sex, recording/sex tape, sexual verbiage (a lot of dirty talk basically), spit play-ish?, a little spanking and choking but nothing serious

it was that time of night again..

the one moment out of the day that you looked forward to in hopes to unwind and relax..for a better lack of terms.

your bedroom door locked and secured shut without the chance of interruption from your roommates.

pillowy comforters surrounding your nearly nude body on crisp sheets; snuggled comfortably in bed.

the room dark with the exception of a dimly lit television playing music and red colored LED lights strewn across the perimeter of the ceiling.

the mood was set and you were looking to make use of it. On your nightstand sat a glass of wine that you had been nursing throughout the night was flowing through your veins and other areas as well.

granted, after a long week, it was the one luxury you had to look forward to.

the white AirPods plugged firmly into your earlobes as you tapped your acrylics against the glass screen and scrolled the pages of the infamous adult website.

it wasn't something you were particularly proud of but you frequented it quite a bit. Especially when the days were extremely long and you just needed something to take the edge off.

but there was also one reason in particular that you found yourself becoming a regular visitor: him.

it all started one night, around two a.m..you were feeling particularly sexually frustrated; single with no desire to deal with one of your sneaky links.

the normal videos you'd spot on Twitter during the late nights weren't even hitting the same..

countless thumbnails of the same positions and pornstars. It was becoming a blur. You were slightly aroused but not enough to feel anything.

that's when you stumbled upon a video of a guy exposing only his neck down with a tattoo on his forearm and the prettiest brown skin you'd ever seen, oiled up.

simply known by the username 'YourFantasyBF’

his voice was so sexy..a little deep but still had a whiny pitch to it that turned you on.

and his dick was so pretty; long, thick and very clean shaven. His balls were so full and you'd definitely fuck him stupid if you ever got the chance.

but when you pressed play and the sounds filled your phone, it was from that moment forward that nothing else could suffice to fit your needs.

it started with him slowly jerking himself off, telling you how much of a good girl you were for sucking his dick..telling you to get it nice and sloppy for him.

beside you lay one of your many toys so you followed along to his instructions. Slowly stroking the veiny silicone in your fingertips as your wet tongue traced across the tip.

you'd close your eyes, imagining that it was him in front of you..

"Yeah..that's my nasty bitch..my good girl. Letting me use that throat."

the words sending flutters to your already throbbing heat. But it didn't stop there..

he covered himself in more of that glistening liquid and began pumping his closed fist around that thick shaft and your mind was spinning as he continued to talk the lucky listener through their nut.

"Open that shit up for me..you're taking it so good."

"Nut on daddy's dick, I love that."

"That pussy is so pretty, babygirl. All wet and creamy for me.."

"Shut up and take this dick."

your eyes glued shut, focusing on the words as that dildo pounded your tight hole. Your imagination was running rampant of what it would be like to be underneath him.

hand around your neck while he looked you in the eyes and fucked you dumb.

he hit every point he was supposed to..praise, degrading, even a little bit of submission right before he came. And when he did, a very thick and healthy nut covered his knuckles in white.

you would've licked it clean had you been given the chance.

but at the same time, you found yourself making a mess on the towel underneath you; coating that toy in your own slick..

you had never came that hard in your life!

one video right after the next and the orgasms to follow until you couldn't move an inch.

for days after, the voice lingered in your head and at the most random moments, you'd hear his words and they invoked some..interesting feelings.

everybody you hooked up with afterwards paled in comparison, and soon, the thought with him became better than the actual act of sex itself.

tonight was no exception. The moment that video began playing, you were sent spiraling into that headspace of submitting for him.

not before long, you found yourself gliding a hand down your body, spreading your legs apart in the process.

this time, you didn't even need the screen..his voice was doing it for you just fine. Panting, arching your back and curling your toes as he rang off in your ear with those lewd sounds.

closing your eyes to imagine it were him on top of you, pounding your pussy until you couldn't move the next day.

your fingertips slowly circled your clit, stimulating that bud and covering them in your own juices.

soon, your breathing became sharper and lust had overtaken your body. It was a shame how badly this man had ruined you without so much as a glimpse at his face or his name..

subtle moans rose from the back of (y/n)'s throat as that toy slid in and out of that tight opening; still massaging that aching pearl.

your entire body was trembling and beginning to burn up in ecstasy..that's when you heard it..

"Nut for me, baby..cum on your fucking dick."

in that moment, you lost it and made a mess everywhere. Hearing it referred to as yours was the breaking point.

for a minute, all you could do was lie there a sticky, sweaty mess and try to gather your thoughts. Needless to say, you had a problem.

luckily, you'd soon be finding the solution to it in an unexpected way.

**page break*

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)"

it was the only thing you could hear from earshot from your closed bedroom door. It was your roommate.

she was sweet and you loved her to death but right now really wasn't the time. You were currently in the middle of a big project that was due at midnight so you were working really hard.

having your focus broken right now was not exactly what you needed.

nonetheless, she wouldn't stop calling so you got up in frustration, setting your MacBook to the other side of the bed.

you'd sling your door open and come out, only to be greeted by your energetic roommate..and a mystery person you had never seen before.

"(Y/N)! I want you to meet my brother, Aran! He's in town for the week visiting! Aran, this is my roommate and best friend, (y/n)!"

for a moment, you were stuck in place..in awe of how fine this man was!

brown skin, a pretty smile and he was tall..must've been an athlete of some kind. Reaching over, he'd extend his hand for you to shake and you'd accept.

it was then that you'd spot a very specific and oddly familiar tattoo....

maybe you were just bugging because last night, you watched him again. Because there was no way..

"Nice to meet you, miss. I hope you don't mind me crashing here with you ladies for a couple of days."

"No..not at all. Happy to have you!"

currently, your head was spinning rampant with a bunch of thoughts. The second he opened his mouth, there was no mistaking...

it was him! That voice was unmistakable.

you were thankful for your excellent poker face right now because on the inside, you were having a meltdown.

the mystery man that you had spent months fawning over was not only here in your living room but your best friend's brother?!

a fever dream at its fucking finest!.."hey, (y/n).."

it was one you weren't waking up from anytime sooner because she was about to make it worse.

"Listen, I got an appointment in like thirty minutes on the other side of town so I gotta go like right now! Aran's gonna be popping in and out, so I'm leaving him one of the keys. He ain't gone bother you, his ass barely likes to talk so you won't even know he's here."

it wasn't for a lack of trust that you didn't want that but being in the same room with this man..you were already sweating bullets.

you couldn't know for sure right now if it truly was him but you wanted to find out.

in more ways than one.

"That's fine. I'm just gonna be in my room. Just let me know if you need anything."

for some reason, this man wasn't taking his eyes off of you and it made it harder to drive the thoughts out of your head that you were in the same room as this mystery man!

"Thank you, it was real nice meeting you, miss (y/n)."

"You too! See you later."

like that, you were back off to your room and feeling even more anxious than before. All of the signs were there!

the voice, the tat, the hands..it had to be.

but you couldn't be weird about it and act funny around the man. Once you got back behind the door, you threw yourself on to the bed and tried to pretend all of that never happened.

maybe it was all in your head...or not!

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a couple more days would pass and you were laying in bed, scrolling on your phone when you'd get a knock at the door.

it was later in the evening so your roommate was working right now so that only left..

"Coming."

getting up, tugging the hem of your shorts down, you'd go over to the door; cracking it open to see Aran standing there.

"Hi. Did you need something?"

"I was just wondering if you had some extra towels. My sister forgot to leave them in the guest bathroom and she didn't tell me where they were."

your heart was racing a bit but you remained calm. It was just towels, what the hell were you so worked up about?!

"Yeah, sure. There's some in mine, I'll get you one."

at this point, your curiosity was going to get the better of you so you had to ask.

he stood patiently in the door waiting, being respectful as to not enter your room but he couldn't help but get a side glance as you walked away.

his sister had mentioned you quite a bit but never how fine you were!

when you returned, you decided to strike up the conversation..

"You know, you look really familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Playing oblivious to see how far you'd get.

at first, he just kind of stared, not really thinking anything of it. Honestly, there was no way your paths could have ever crossed.

not to his knowledge at least..

"I mean, I do a little bit of streaming from time to time. Nothing too serious though. Maybe there?"

you'd shake your head, knowing full and well what you were alluding to but you had to get him to admit it first.

he mentioned that he played a bit of ball for his college and still no hit.

"Yeah, I'm not sure. Maybe we've seen each other in passing before. But um..."

peaking back over his shoulder, he'd swirl his tongue around his lips in a quick motion and look down at you.

"I mean I'm sure we can get to know each other more. I'll be in town a little longer than I expected."

that made you excited! Get acquainted was exactly what you wanted to do. Honestly, you were just about to say fuck it and shoot your shot.

"That's good to know..I'll be around." you'd utterly sweetly, even tracing a finger down his chest.

"Bet.."

but instead of leaving immediately, he did something that shocked you. He didn't want to be disrespectful but the sexual tension between the two of you in that house was ridiculous.

two days of tiptoeing around each other, pretending otherwise was eating away at you both.

"Aye, (y/n).. lemme ask you something."

stepping closer, leaning against the doorframe as he stared down at you..he was so damn attractive, even more so in person.

"Of course."

"You can keep a secret, right? I mean, I don't take you as the type to run your mouth."

your brain began flipping in regards to what he was about to say. "Not at all.."

while he was leaning there, his eyes wandered your entire body, undressing you and so much more in his head.

if he was being totally honest, you would've been getting fucked on if you two had truly met prior to this. You were fine as hell, he couldn't lie.

but better late than never, right? Or at least make an attempt to.

"I'll be honest, I though you were fine..like damn fine and I mean, we both grown..been eyeing each other since I got here so I thought I'd come see what was up with you."

by now, he was one foot in your doorway with a finger underneath your chin. If it wasn't already clear, yes, you wanted to fuck him.

and badly.

hearing that voice up close and not through headphones for once hit different.

this was your best friend's little brother though and as wrong as it was, it was also a chance you wouldn't get again. So..

"I mean, come in and find out for yourself.."

(I'm sorry for all of the page breaks y'all but I'm bout to jump clean into the actual smut now cause I don't feel like writing a lead up lmaooo)

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"Damn..you sucking on this shit so good, baby..fuuuuck!"

the pitiful moans escaping his lips were the only things you could hear over the sound of your own gagging.

it didn't take long before he had you on your knees, swallowing him whole. That dick was so full, gliding in the back of your throat.

truthfully, he didn't know what had him more aroused; the way you handled him with care or the way you stared at him.

he was sitting on the edge of your bed, pants shuffled around his ankles as you pumped his shaft in and out of your palm, spitting on the tip and slapping it against your tongue.

"Shiiiit, you so fucking nasty, (y/n)..imma nut in this throat, baby..goddamn."

there was spit and remnants of his pre cum everywhere. You didn't care what you looked like or how big of a mess you made...

already, you were this man's slut! This was only the beginning though. He and you both had plenty of plans.

your roommate wasn't coming back tonight so there was plenty of time.

scooping strings of saliva into your palm, (y/n) rubbed the mixture across Aran's sack as you massaged it. He was clutching the corners of your sheets, crying out in pleasure.

"Y'know..now I remember where I've seen you before. It's even better in person, (his username)."

that took him completely off guard for a moment but eventually he'd just laugh, gently resting his hand on your head.

there was no need in denying it!

"Well damn, seems my cover is blown..how'd you know?"

his voice catching as you placed gentle kisses on his tip and continued stroking him.

"Your voice, the tattoo and of course..this pretty ass dick. Wouldn't ever forget it."

he couldn't lie, it felt good to have a woman taking care of him as opposed to his hand for once.

"Don't worry, like I said..it's our little secret. I won't say anything. I just want to see what you can do for real."

that was a relief. No one had ever figured it out so he assumed you had to be constantly viewing his videos. In exchange, he knew he had to fuck the shit out of you and leave a good impression.

"I mean, I can't disappoint one of my biggest fans, now can I? Climb up here and I'll show you, baby.."

popping his tip from your mouth, you'd rise to your feet, where he put his hand around your throat and kissed you.

a man that wasn't afraid to kiss after getting head was the sexiest in your opinion and not just tiny pecks..sucking on your tongue in the process.

pulling you onto the bed, flat on your back, Aran began to undress your heated body, piece by piece until there was nothing left.

he'd follow suit and finish taking off those pants and his shirt, leaving nothing but a watch and a small gold chain around his neck.

at first, he'd kneel down into the bed to hover over you, eyeing your frame up and down. Your body was perfect in his opinion.

thick thighs, big titties, a lot of ass and you had some stomach so he knew the pussy was good.

he was a solo artist kind of man but if he wanted a partner in his videos, you'd be the top pick!

right now, all you needed was to be pounded and he better not have come with that gentle shit. You needed it nasty and rough, just the way he talked in his content.

"..got my dick all fucking hard..so nasty with that shit, just how I like it."

when he sounded helpless, it was the best and it got you every time. He'd part your legs and crawl between them with his cock in his hand, brushing it across that slit.

"So imma treat you right, don't worry."

it was apparent that you needed no fore play but it still couldn't hurt.

his warm breath scaled your ear and neck as he left subtle kisses on your lobe. They then trailed to your throat, sucking and nibbling on it.

meanwhile, his fingers were toying with your swollen clit, gently caressing it and turning you on even more.

"This lil' pussy is so wet...yeah, I'm definitely nutting in your shit. Sorry.."

"Don't be..that's what I want."

those whiny moans kept coming and encouraging him to keep going. It was very rare that he was with another person but it didn't mean he was any less competent.

not before long, he had you creaming all over the sheets and after sucking your nipples, he knew you were ready.

he was somewhat nervous but you were already impressed, handling you with such care before he got started.

that's when he'd shift to his side a bit, positioning you on his thigh to hold you in place.

he wanted to make sure he hit your spot but that he could still see your pretty face as well.

with an arm around your waist, he'd slap that appendage against your slippery folds, trying to pace himself.

sucking his teeth, he'd steady your head and fold you to his liking; legs spread open and pent up and ready for him to do his worst.

"You ready for this dick, baby? Ready for me fuck this fat little pussy?" asking rhetorically but you liked that.

"Been ready..fuck me, please."

nodding your head, you'd chew on your finger as you both watched it go in together. The first two inches were okay but around the five or six mark, your mouth was agape.

it was thick and stretching you out but the sensation was nothing like you've ever felt. He was easing and coaching you to take it.

being dominant was more his style but he definitely didn't want to hurt you so for now, babying it was.

watching your eyes widen and then light up with excitement brought a smile to his face as well.

that was also brought on by feeling that warmth wrap around him and squeeze down on it. It had grip and was super wet..dangerous combo, honestly.

that much was apparent by his attempted subtlety in his moaning. He couldn't play around with it, that was for sure.

once he gathered himself, the thrusts would began and he'd just go slow to get his footing.

this wasn't his plan and although he had great stamina, he couldn't get too cocky and ruin the moment. His focus was on making you feel good.

and he was accomplishing his goal because you were already molding to his shape and taking it so well.

"Fuck..you feel so good. "

as he gained his pace, the thrusts would speed up and those big, full balls began making contact with your sensitive folds.

it was puffy and swollen but that didn't stop him from slowly tracing circles across it.

it was already taking its toll on you because you were making a mess on it. Sticky and creamy..it was heaven.

for the time being, the two of you kept close eye contact, watching each other's expressions.

that shock of how big he was hadn't gone anywhere and all (y/n) could do was whine helplessly as he impaled you on his dick.

he was gritting his teeth, sucking on them to stay strong as he felt you clamp down with each stroke.

"Ooh shit..take that—oh my God." at this point, he was going faster and picking up the pace, bouncing you in the process.

you wanted to cum so bad but you had to wait it out a few moments longer.

the bed underneath was shaking and becoming covered in fluids but you didn't care. Getting dick from someone like him was worth it.

he was in your ear, talking you through your nut and you were about to lose it.

"Look at you creaming on my shit, baby. That pretty pussy is doing all this for me..fuck. You wanna cum? Nut all over this big ass dick, baby?"

questioning as he pounded you nonstop. He didn't miss a beat, even while feeding kisses to your cheek.

just to make you even crazier, he'd stick his fingers in your mouth and make you spit all over them.

watching a woman like you go completely dumb and brainless for him was everything. Skin was smacking, the room was filled with loud moans and you both were reaching that climax.

"Yes, I wanna cum! I wanna fucking cum all over it..please, oh my God!"

completely helpless and begging for more, your eyes crossed and drool fell from the tip of your tongue when you cried out.

he was fucking you so good, your brain went blank and the only thought was being used as his fuck toy. After this, you didn't need anyone else.

Aran moved his hand to your throat and kissed away those tears that were falling down your cheek.

his opposite hand was still teasing that clit and he could tell you wouldn't last another minute.

no need to feel bad because he would be right behind you.

"Get your fucking nut, baby. Cum on daddy's dick..cum for me like a good girl."

his voice was so soft and comforting yet you wanted to follow every word; easily submissive to him.

that's exactly what happened and with a couple more pumps, you were pushing him out with a powerful steam of juices. That was his first time making someone squirt and he was in awe.

he couldn't help but smile when you couldn't control it yourself and the shit sprayed all over you both. He tried to hold you still but your body was spasming.

"I'm sorry! I just—"

"Naaah, what are you apologizing for? You did so good..c'mere."

he couldn't help himself and kissed you yet again. This time with slow, sloppy ones and even sucked your tongue.

if he didn't stop, you weren't letting him leave!

"You ready for some more of this dick, baby?" The way he cooed to you was so hot and you wanted to be babied like this all the time.

"Yes, please. I want more.."

so he told you to get on all fours and arch your back for him. With that ass in the air, he could see just how good it looked.

he quickly got himself in position to give you some of the best back shots you've ever had. But not without spanking you a couple times.

in response, you'd begin bouncing your ass and he'd meet them every time with his heavy hands.

"This shit heavy..goddamn." Needless to say, he was equally as infatuated with you.

while you kept bouncing against him, he began easing back inside of you. It wasn't until he reached halfway that you were stopped in your tracks.

"Oh fuck.."

"You got it, just relax.."

bringing that hand back to your throat, he'd tilt your head up and make you look at him. He didn't waste another second..bucking his hips forward and thrusting into you.

the two of you fell into sync so easily and it was the best thing you had ever felt.

talking to you the entire time, telling you how pretty you looked taking his dick, choking and slapping your ass..you couldn't take it.

the way you were gripping the sheets, it let him know he was deep in it. You were crying out and moaning, begging for more.

"That's my good girl..fuck me back, baby." encouraging you with more slaps but he had one more thing he needed to do before releasing.

panting, Aran scuffled around in the sheets until he found your phone and swiped over to the videos.

"Since you my biggest fan and all, I gotta leave you with a little something..."

tilting your head back up, he'd lean down and start twirling your tongues together. Meanwhile, his other hand was pointing your camera at the two of you.

he was still going, rubbing on your back and pounding deeper. He was going to leave you with your own personal sex tape..and a little more.

he was practically begging you to let him nut in it and you couldn't possibly say no. You were losing all sense of control.

"This my pussy now, imma fill you with my nut. You ready, baby?"

"Yes please!.."

on the three count, you felt your womb fill with warm cum and your legs wobbling uncontrollably.

the sounds he made were enough to finish you but when he whimpered in your ear, begging you to do the same, you added to the mess.

struggling to catch your breaths, both you just fell onto the other and laid there for minutes.

neither of you had ever had anyone make you cum that hard and he was for sure going to appreciate this moment for a long time.

"You done amazing..damn."

"Better than your hand?"

you'd both laugh as he kissed your forehead and hugged you right.

"Way better."

and your sentiments were the same. "Yeah, you're definitely just as much pressure as I thought you were. I'm not disappointed at all."

maybe he should come into town more often. You'd be waiting for him, that was for sure.

after all, he couldn't let down his biggest fan.

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