#girl who brings grown man to my house and he fucks me and cums in me without protection and a couple
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Bummmmed rn bc I quit the queen music theater show I was gonna work in March/April bc some ppl (💨’s boyfriend and mom) are gonna be working the show which means 💨 will be around which means we will have to deal with each other and I don’t think I could also bring around her boyfriend or mom would make me lose my mind rn I think and like. Just. UGHHHH. FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER
#girl who brings grown man to my house and he fucks me and cums in me without protection and a couple#months later I’m diagnosed with ptsd. and then she wonders like. what went wrong with our friendship. like. GIRL. you surround yourself wit#shitty people and then made it affect my life in such a dramatic way that I lost interest in my only community outlet#so. fuck off I guess 😭😭#not even like she’s trying to talk to me or that anyone reached out about me leaving the shows groupchat#I didn’t even go to any meetings other than the original script reading#it doesn’t matter. fuck it. whatever. it’s fine. I don’t want to go to theater anymore bc im scared about seeing certain people but also I#want to go to the 24 hour plays tmrw but idk if they’re involved at all and I want to cry and scream#but it’s fineeeeeee everything’s fineeee I just want to curl into a ball and cry and scream and cry and sob and yell and punch and cry#💨#🥀#🎭
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Ari… you know you must elaborate on dad Gojo… do it for the father fuckers like me ❤️
cw ; dead dove: do not eat, dark content, father / daughter incest, manipulation / coercion, reader has their own set of problems <3, use of the word daddy + papa at some point 18+
a/n ; answering u aleks. my brother (gn. pun not intended) in arms. also this is just. thirst becausde my brain is rotted with no sleep
i am . just . well
i just wonder you know. how gojo copes with you bringing boys home. the thing is gojo loves you so terribly. he has since the minute you were born. fatherhood is a little different to mentorship and it is so different having a child mold by the palms of his own hands to raise.
gojo is a busy man through your childhood but he's adoring. but he's sweet and tender. all through his life - you may as well be the only person who never resents the fact he was born. always looked at him so warmly, approval seeking and affectionate. you were always a little shy - but when gojo was away long enough you would come crawling into his arms and crying.
that habit of yours never changes. you have all encompassing love for your father and you let it embody you. it doesn't occur to him how much his absence and frivolity ruined you until you're twenty and you come onto him. and he must've ruined you a little too, because he doesn't have the courage to stop you. gojo can't see it as wrong, though he tries his very best.
but ultimately the scales of wrong and right do not like the same for gojo satoru as they do everyone else. gojo encourages you to take what you need. there's a sense of normalcy as the lines blur, a relationship that is so rotted from the inside out that you can't remember what it looked like before. rot is a strong color, a strong taste.
even ruined things can look beautiful, he figures.
when you start bringing home boyfriends - it's then when gojo realizes that these feelings can no longer be solved by seeing you or hugging you or playing father. gojo is the man of the house. the one of your life. so he makes it a habit. leaves the crack of your bedroom door open at night when they come to visit, and lets himself into your room. you're the same, groggy as you stir awake.
he gives it time. makes sure they take the guest bedroom right across the hall. he attends to you, a nightly routine. his darling girl who always cries for her father, for her papa she loves so much. maybe it's only natural you get along so well with him. he starts slow. kisses gently but works his way down your neck. you've grown into a woman, with soft breasts and hips that feel firm and heavy in his palms.
but he likes when you leave those frilly little socks and shorts on when he fucks you. his beautiful daughter who accepts him. who wants him. he wants you too. he wants the boy you've brought home to listen to the sound you're making as he sheathes his cock into you so slowly.
his hand on your tummy as you face the door, your back to his chest with you both on your side. gojo loves the way you whine when he ruts himself into you so slow and so deep. your crying is comforting, you know? to him anyways.
gojo fucks you good and hard and makes sure there's enough hot noise to travel through the house until that silly boy you've brought over wakes up. gojo stares with a wicked smile when he defiles you right in front of them. sometimes they look on in horror.
other time they look on in awe and arousal, as you pussy swells and stretches for him. as you cum so sweetly all for your daddy who you love so much. those boys always last a little longer than the others.
you always come crying to him when you break-up, and gojo always cheers you up how he knows best, rocking you in his lap - so deep you can't do anything but cling to his shoulders.
a feeling he wants to keep trapped in time forever and ever.
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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager
summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.
pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader
genre: smut, pwp
word count: 5.4k
warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink
authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist
uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.
him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.
you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.
one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.
it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.
even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.
at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.
“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.
knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.
“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.
alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.
“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.
the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.
“are you waiting for something?”
you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.
“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”
“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”
zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.
“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”
you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.
the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.
five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.
as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.
you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.
no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.
as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.
you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.
the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.
you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.
after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.
when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.
“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”
at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?
you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”
as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.
“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.
feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”
“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”
the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.
trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”
“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”
“stop.”
this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.
your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.
your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.
not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.
“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.
you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “
only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.
“did you fuck him?”
zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.
the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.
“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.
the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.
“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”
stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”
the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.
looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.
“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”
just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.
zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.
seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.
“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”
at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.
you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.
it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.
above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.
“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”
you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.
as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.
at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.
on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.
zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.
you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.
strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.
as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.
“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.
“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”
as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”
zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.
in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.
after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.
“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.
your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.
the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.
when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.
zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.
a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.
“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.
another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.
“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.
smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’
at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.
when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.
“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.
after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.
as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.
“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.
the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.
every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.
at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.
you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.
suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.
not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.
“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.
with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.
“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.
“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”
a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.
“open your mouth, sweetheart.”
without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.
zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.
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HQ Middle blocker kinks <3
@xxxxtanaxxxx request hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺
I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is
i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!
here is the setter version <3
Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa, Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi
Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn
content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys
i think thats all?
buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.
Tsukishima Kei
Degradation
This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT
He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)
His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”
And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out
“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”
And it's not limited to this!
“You're just a hole”
“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”
“You're only good for sucking my cock”
“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”
It won’t even be only during sex
You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”
Humiliation
Goes with a dirty mouth
He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students
He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.
One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class
No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!
He’ll make it better!!
You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!
Purposeful neglect
He wants you so horny you can’t think
If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.
No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?
You will wait for him to touch you.
He’ll also just ignore you.
No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.
Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.
Bondage
It's all about control <3
Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.
He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips
This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3
He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in
He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong
Kuroo Tetsuro
Pet names
Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)
He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public
He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.
So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!
Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3
And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.
Thigh highs
It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut
It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off
He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.
He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.
(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)
Caregiver
He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you
This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths
He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!
You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.
He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3
He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!
Threesomes
Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!
He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.
Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering
He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten
Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do
Rub your clit? Yes Sir.
Faster. Yup
Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3
Suna Rinatro
Purposeful neglect
Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time
He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(
Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!
Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.
Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.
He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby
Cockwarming
Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick
you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out
He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”
No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.
But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds
But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening
And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)
Edging
Will literally just do this out of nowhere
You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing
HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum
He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge
He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?
Que pouty bby
Video/Photography
We all saw this coming-
But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you
He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”
that's not even it, he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either
Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.
But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.
One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.
Satori Tendou
(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)
Humiliation (mentions of pee)
This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public
He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher
It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.
He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.
This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.
**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?
Overstimulation
He wants to see you a complete mess all over him
The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms
He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)
One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/
And it's a big boost of confidence for him!
he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!
Dacryphilia
This AND overstim?
Good luck
He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.
You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out
It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.
Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.
Anal
Oh ho ho
This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good
OR
He does it as punishment
That means no lube
No adjusting to his dick
And no extra pleasure to help you get off
He’s so mean </3
Taichi Kawanishi
This man screams pornstar
Public sex
This man is unstable
You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.
Who are you to stop him?
Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.
Exhibitionism
The thought of being in the open? This man loves it
And you don't really have a choice but to love it
Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch
He doesn't even care who sees
Children? Who cares, look away or whatever
Getting caught
It doesn't even matter who it is
If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming
It's just hot
He doesn't need to explain it to you
he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while
Issei Matsukawa
I’d let this man kill me-
Leather/ latex
LEATHER GLOVES
He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.
He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.
That's not even it
He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby
Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.
Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle
This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!
He loves to take care of you all the time!
He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you
And you love him so much too!
You would do anything for Daddy!
And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.
Size kink
Big dick Mattsun-
This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful
And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??
He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you
Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!
And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://
But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3
Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS
Voyeurism (receiving)
Makki Makki Makki
I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you
And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.
And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have
Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off
You look so pathetic :)
extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3
I am a whore for the Seijoh 4
You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.
Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock
And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.
Takanobu Aone
It's always the quiet ones-
I just gotta get these first two out-
Consensual non-con
I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house
Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it
Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee
You were just too pretty to ignore
Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does
Primal/prey
He wants to feel like he earned his reward
A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy
His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs
It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)
Soft sex/ praise
I know what I said up there
But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love
Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin
You need to be vocal though!
Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!
Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.
Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy
Bubble baths and chocolate
Movies and cuddling
All of this makes him so glad that he found you
Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.
Shoyo Hinata
oh he is so pretty-
Mutual masturbation
It's the perfect way to experience pleasure
He can see you in all your glory
All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!
He also learns from it!
He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!
(he is so precious-)
Pegging
You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-
But it felt good!
The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.
Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-
And he voices that as much as he can!
And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out
(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)
Riding
It doesn't matter if it's you or him
Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything
Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.
when it's him?
he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks
Lingerie
Especially pastel babydolls
But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes
Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on
Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT
Lev Haiba
Size kink
Unintentionally too
He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.
He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard
On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick
Praise kink
A given
He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times
It doesn't have to be words either!
loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!
Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off
He makes you feel that good huh?
Wall sex
Just playing on the size kink thing
He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon
Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that
He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-
Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)
Sexiest team-
Daddy/ Captain kink
Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you
He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips
And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out
Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it
Angry or not you WILL use his title
Spanking
Will threaten you with this almost everyday
He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass
He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him
It would look a bit like this
“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”
But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass
But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well
Controlled orgasms
By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so
And you have to ask
Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”
And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then
And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.
but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((
Deepthroating/ Face Fucking
Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready
But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?
Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days
He’ll literally fuck your face no question
He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach
Yutaro Kindaichi
Hate sex
He just makes everyone angry
And he gets off on it
You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry
Makes him want to just slam into right then and there
Dom/Sub
Clearly he wants to be in control
Controlling someone is just such a turn-on for him
Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3
Hickeys
Wants to show off that you are his
What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises
Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them
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go greek!
18+
synopsis- after a lot of convincing eren managed to get you to come to his frat party, where will the night take you?
cw- eren jaeger x f!reader, college au, praise kink, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol (y/n nor eren get drunk), sub reader, nipple play (f receiving), sex, all characters are 18+
these are just stereotypes about certain sorority’s/frats at a college in my state! Each college is different!
you didn’t really understand how you got put in this situation. Loud cheering, the smell of cheap beer and the sight of people making out in almost every corner of the crowded house.
You belonged to a sorority on your campus, definitely not a top tier… but you were in a sorority! Everyone knew your house as sweet and cute, but were innocent, rarely left the house.
You focused mainly on your classes like your sisters, you didn’t pay attention to any of the frats. That was until you met him. Eren Jaeger. It was a simple school girl crush on a guy in your poli sci class. You would of never imagined that a guy like him would ever pay attention to you.
When Eren found out that you were in Greek life he asked “why haven’t I seen you at any parties?” He quickly understooon once you said your sororities name, chi o’s. Everyone know chi omegas dont party much to keep their “good girl” status.
Eren asked you if you wanted to come to a party on Friday that his frat was hosting, pi kappa alpha (pike), you told him that you needed to study. Your sisters always told you to never hang out with a pike, they were just rich fuckboys who would use you and throw you out the next day.
But eren couldn’t be like that- could he?
Eren had grown bored of fucking tri delta’s and kappa kappa gamma girls, all they cared about was status. But not you. No, you were different. Eren knew the reputation he held, a class A douche bag. He just hoped that you hadn’t of heard about his reputation, in fear that it would scare you away. He hated how he was In the past, he wanted to change for the better and leave his fuck boy status in the past.
That’s how you ended up here. At the pike’s frat house, alone, no eren to be seen. As you tried looking around the house you felt an arm reach around your shoulder. Your plan was to stay at home and watch a movie like you did most weekends, but something overcame you and you decided to do something out of your comfort zone.
“Why are you all alone little lady?” Asked a clearly drunk man, “I- I’m sorry, have you seen eren? I was supposed to meet him here” you nervously responded looking up at the male.
“Y/n!” You heard from across the room. It was eren, even from at a distance you could tell he was upset. There was some bickering between eren and the boy who was talking to you, jean. But eventually he grumbled some words under his breath and left.
“I’m really sorry about that. He didn’t scare you too much did he?” Asked eren guiding you to an empty sofa. “I’m okay! Thanks for inviting me, your brothers seem nice…?” Your words came out more unsure than you were planning.
Chuckling he said “yeah sorry about them… so um, can I get you a drink?” Nodding your head you replied “s-sure!” Eren came back with two red solo cups, one for you and one for him. You smelled the liquid within the cup for a second before bring it to your lips. It tasted like strawberry lemonade with a bitter vodka aftertaste.
Your face scrunched your at the bitter taste. “Don’t force yourself to drink that if you don’t like it” chucked eren as he watched you try to drink the vodka concoction. “It’s okay! It’s just a little stronger than what I’m use to!” You replied taking another sip. By now that the alcohol was flowing through your system, the taste didn’t bother you as much.
You continued to chat with eren about your major; poli sci. Which was the same as erens, you talked about favorite tv shows and your favorite places to get food near campus. You where really surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself. Frat parties had always seemed really scary, but this was the exact opposite. You were actually having fun for once, not stressed about grades and trying to keep your high gpa.
Your conversation was suddenly interrupted as girl walked up to eren. “Hey eren” she slurred, “you look really nice tonight… wanna go back to my place and have more fun” she asked. Your heart sunk. She was extremely pretty, and you recognized her. She was the president of a sorority on campus. The top sorority on campus.
Before eren could open his mouth you said “s-sorry umm excuse me” as you quickly got up from the sofa tears started to prick the corner of your eyes. Somehow you found a room that was empty, you sat down on the bed as you tried to control yourself from crying.
I knew it was a bad idea to come here… eren could never see me as more than a girl he chatted with in class…
The door surprisingly swung open causing you to become startled. “I’m sorry y/n- I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just worried, you ran off so suddenly” eren spoke as he made his way to the bed. “Shouldn’t you be with that girl right now…” you mumbled brushing some stray tears from off your cheek.
“Why would I be with her? Y/n- I want to be here with you. That’s why I’ve been talking with you this whole night, your fun to be around”
“Really…?”
“Yes really, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel sad”
“It’s okay… maybe we should go back downstairs, I don’t want to be in a random persons room.”
“Nah don’t worry about it this is my room”
“O- oh okay”
Eren leaned in a bit closer, “you know your really pretty, right” you felt heat rush to your face as you quickly said “oh- umm thank you!” You felt his hand cup your face as he said “is it okay if I kiss you?”
“Yes please”
When his lips finally connected with yours the sweet taste of the strawberry lemonade filled your senses. He nibbled a bit on your lower lip letting you know to open your mouth a bit more letting his tongue slip in.
A little moan escaped your mouth as erens hand made its way to waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You make the cutest sounds” he hummed as he pulled away from your mouth.
“At any moment you want to stop, just let me know, okay” he spoke in a gentle but stern tone. “O-okay” you replied. “So are you like a… virgin?” Eren asked, “what! n-no, I’ve only done it once… it’s been a while” you said shifting your face away from his as embarrassment spread through your body like a wild fire.
“Look at me cutie, that’s totally okay. Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked as his fingers lingered on your skirt. “Yes please” you breathily murmured. Now that your skirt was off you were left in your lace panties and a tank top.
Eren began lightly sucking on your neck as he made his way closer to your chest, looking at you he asked for permission to remove your tank top and bra as was well which you quickly gave him a nod of approval. His mouth made its way to your breasts as he began sucking and licking your nipples, you could already tell that by the time he reached your panties you would be drenched.
“Fuck- your going to look so pretty all marked up” he spoke as his tongue sucked on your nipple while he rolled the other one with his thumb. “Pleaseee eren” you breathily moaned as the pulsing feeling in your pussy was growing stronger.
“Please what?” He teased, “eren!” You whined giving him a pouty face.
“Come on y/n, tell me”
“Eren please touch me!”
In an instant eren swiftly removed your underwear, he threw it to some random corner of his room. Before you could complain about him throwing them so far away you were pleasantly surprised when he thrusted two of his fingers into you.
You quickly smacked your hand over your mouth to conceal your moan. “I want to hear you” he said sternly, you quickly removed your hand from your mouth not wanting to disappoint eren.
“Much better”
Even though he was just fucking you with his fingers it felt so good. “Ah!” You moaned as you felt eren move his another finger to your little bundle of nerves. “You like that?” He questioned, although he knew the obvious answer.
“Yes! Feels ‘s- so good!” You managed to speak out. “I can feel you tightening around me, are you gonna cum?” Questioned eren. “Y..yes!” You moaned loudly as your body finally gave in to all of the pleasure as you hit your release.
Eren pulled his fingers away from you, your essence dripping down his hand. “Look you made a mess” he spoke as he brought his hand to his mouth. “Mmhm you taste sweet” he said after licking his fingers clean.
“Erenn that’s embarrassing” you whined throwing your arm up to cover your face. “Don’t do that” said a stern voice as a hand grabbed your wrist and brought it down to the side of your body.
“Don’t hide from me, I want to see your face” said eren, by now you could see his cock was hard, the outline very prominent in his pants. “Please eren” you panted as you squeezed your legs together in anticipation. “You want my cock?” Chuckled eren knowing that you desperately wanted him.
“Yes eren! Please”
“Good girl”
He slipped off his sweatpants and shirt, you could see how big his cock was just from the imprint in his boxers. Your mouth was basically drooling from staring at erens flawless washboard abs.
Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you felt eren rub is flushed tip against your soaking entrance. “Erennn just put in it” you whined giving eren a pouty face. “You are just so needy” he chuckled as he teased you a bit more. You gasped when you suddenly felt eren thrust himself into you, barley giving you any time to adjust to the feeling.
“Holy shit- your so tight” he swore as he picked up his pace. “Aah! Erennn” you moaned as his hips slammed against yours. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in, you tried to remember how it even escalated to this but your body was so overwhelmed with pleasure you were having a hard time remembering.
“H-harder!” You cried tightening yourself against eren. “Fuck” a curse slipped out of eren’s mouth as you did that. “Feels ‘s- so good” you said as ecstasy flowed through your body.
“Your being such a good girl for me, taking me so well fuck- such a good job” he praised as he fucked you at a ruthless pace.
As eren looked down at you tits bouncing up and down, he felt so much different than he did with other girls. He didn’t want to fuck you then throw you out, he wanted to cuddle with you and litter you with kisses. Was he crazy…? Or was he just catching feelings…?
“Keep going eren! I-I’m so close!” You moaned as one of eren hands made its was to your clit gently massaging it. “Your doing so fucking good for me, I know you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said as he felt you squeeze him even tighter than before. You felt yourself finally hit your peak. Pure bliss washed over your body as you rode out your orgasm with a high pitch moan.
“Fuck” groaned eren as he quickly pulled out squirting his cum onto your stomach. After taking a couple deep breaths he got up, leaving you alone. You knew deep down all he wanted was sex, you decided that in a minute you would get up to clean yourself off then leave the party.
“Eren..?” You said in shock seeing him come out of the attached bathroom with a small damp towel. “Yes y/n?” He questioned as he made his way over to you then began cleaning you off.
“Oh- nothing!” You responded quickly smiling at the boy in front of you. “You didn’t think I was gonna leave you here, did you?” He questioned with a smile.
“What! No-” you replied with a huff, before you could finish eren cut you off with his laugh.
“I would never leave you here alone, I hope you know that”
“Yeah, I do now….”
“Good”
Eren laid down in bed next to you grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body.
“Goodnight y/n”
“Goodnight eren”
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camboy part two
authors note: hehe i decided to leave you all on a cliffhanger once again. if you haven’t read part one i suggest you do so! i think my tags are working again so hopefully this can be seen in tags!! i’m sorry that i took forever to post this, i’ve been really busy :( now, if you would like a part three let me know!
words: 1840
pairings: camboy!akaashi x female!reader
warnings: NSFW, male vibrator use, female and male masturbation, mentions of sex toys, reader gets sad, akaashi gets sad, kinda angsty, leaves you on a cliffhanger
part one
“so...” akaashi’s voice spoke into the microphone sitting on the desk, “thank you all for your suggestions. i’m going to be taking them into consideration for my next video.”
he quickly turned off the microphone, stopping everything he was doing to check out the list of items people had suggested for him to use in his next stream.
a harness, blindfold, handcuffs?? he didn’t know how much that would work. he’d have to find a way to restrain himself without having to call someone else to do it for him. that would be tricky. some viewers even suggested he used some sex toys such as a vibrator because they wanted to see what akaashi would look like squirming and overstimulated. or some even suggested that he were to edge himself, not letting himself cum just yet. cat ears, a harness? the things people were suggesting to him made him really interested to see just how far they wanted him to go. maid outfit? he chuckled.
it would’ve been next to impossible for akaashi to hide all the clothing items from you, his roommate, the one person he has definite feelings for. he couldn’t just keep some women outfits in his closet - you would believe he has a girlfriend who you didn’t know about. and if you felt the same way about him, you would be upset with the fact that he never told you about being in a relationship.
he shivered to these thoughts. which is why akaashi kept the idea of just getting the simple items - cat ears, harness, a skirt, sex toys etc. at least he wouldn’t need to try and hide them from you.
if you had found akaashi’s secret sex toy stash on accident - he knew you would probably just brush it off, considering you know him and his hormones, and knowing he wasn’t taken by anyone, there really wasn’t anyone to fuck.
you see, akaashi isn’t the type of person who is interested in one night stands. yes, he had lost his virginity before his ex girlfriend, which he regrets very much. but now, akaashi was a grown man. he was out there looking for a relationship that he wanted to last for a long time, a relationship where he can properly love the person for more than just the sex.
a relationship that he wanted to build with you.
he left his room quickly as he heard the door shut, signalling that you were back home. he was excited to see you, yet, he hid his excitement from you.
“can you help me?” you asked, pouting softly. akaashi chuckled, grabbing some of the heavy bags from your hands, setting them down on the kitchen bench.
a soft pink blush spread across your face. he was so big compared to you, and you liked it. you felt so small next to akaashi, so tiny and adorable. and you know he liked that too - akaashi feels that he can be able to protect you because you’re smaller than him, but that’s just how he feels.
the next day, akaashi was out early to leave for work. the apartment felt cold and empty when you had woken up to the painful sight of the sun shining too brightly into your eyes. it would be one of those days which you had gotten used to overtime, where you would spend all day at home on your own, waiting for akaashi to walk back in through those doors once more. you waited, and waited, thinking of things to do could seem to make time move faster than it had previously.
by noon, you were sitting on your bed, laptop in your lap as you scrolled through your work, submitting it to your manager before he yelled at you. you sighed softly, in desperate need for a break. that’s when the idea popped into your head, to check if he had uploaded. seeing that he had, you smiled greatly. a smile of relief had sprouted over your soft cheeks. you slipped your sweatpants down, watching how the man sat on the screen, his cock already hard and noticeable in his boxers.
you almost drooled at the sight of his cock. it was pretty. if that was even a proper way to describe it. you watched as the man took his erect cock from his boxers, thinking about how it would fit inside of you. he was bigger than what you had seen and taken before, but he was the only man who made you drool to the thought of what it would be like inside of you. how your cunt would feel sucking him in, how he’d hit those spots inside of you that you could barely reach with your own fingers. you’d let him fuck you over and over again until you’d become dumb and unable to think properly, drooling all over the white bedsheets of your bed.
soft fingers rubbed your clit, tracing around your folds before finally slipping a finger into your wet hole. a hand clamped over your mouth quickly to try and surpass your moans as your hips bucked up for more friction. you chased after that one feeling that made you lose control every time, the feeling that had your legs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head. moans slipped forcefully from your lips, a wave of pleasure spreading quickly throughout your body from the feeling of your fingertips desperately trying to reach that one spot inside of you which always sent you over the edge.
however, what you didn’t know was that akaashi was in the apartment. his jaw had dropped quickly while hearing a moan slip from your lips. without having to look into a mirror to see his painful expression, akaashi could tell a tear had fallen down his cheek. he felt as if he was tied down to the ground by some invisible shackles, keeping him in place, forcing him to accept the reality that he did not want to accept. he didn’t want to stand there and listen to some guy fuck you, he didn’t want to hear you moan for that man, praise them and give them all your attention. selfishly, akaashi wished it were him.
slowly, akaashi made his way out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. he rushed to bokuto’s, planning to send you a message saying that he would be at work late. it was only because he was too scared to see you right now, akaashi was too afraid to see you. he didn’t want to see your fucked out expression. he didn’t want to see the man or whoever was making you feel this good.
and so he left.
when akaashi arrived home that night, he acted as if nothing had happened - and so did you. it made akaashi mad, knowing that he had clearly heard something going on in your bedroom earlier that day, but he didn’t want to sound like a jealous idiot and bring it up. which is why he chose to keep his feelings to himself as he sat beside you, watching the stupid rom com on the tv. he hated the fact that he felt as if his feelings were twisted into a tight knot that he couldn’t untie. there was so much love for you filling his heart that he could’ve sworn that at any minute his own heart would combust from the anxiety which danced around his mind.
akaashi knew that he needed to get a new video out, his fans were growing desperate and he was needing the money. he waited patiently until you had left the house, before locking the door to his room, changing up his setting to the camboy’s room.
time passed and quickly moans were spilling from his lips, his hips bucking up as his hands grasped desperately into the bedsheets. he chose today to incorporate a toy, a vibrator specifically, yet, he didn’t know that this much pleasure would spread through his body. he blushed from how he was moaning, he was so desperate, so subby even. he felt dirty, overstimulated from the way the toy was making him feel. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as another orgasm washed over him, his fucked out body falling to the sheets after taking the small toy away from his length.
he waited until his body filled with some energy before he got up from his spot on the bed, moving to turn his camera off. he quickly changed his sheets, accidentally forgetting to put his skirt away, before passing out underneath the sheets of his bed.
you smiled, seeing akaashi in his bed fast asleep. you could tell he was in a deep slumber from the way he clung to his bedsheets, not even moving a muscle. you adored the sleeping boy.
“he must’ve worked himself too hard today” you thought, knowing that akaashi never falls asleep unless he’s exhausted.
how you wished that you could go over to him and kiss his forehead, telling him to sleep well, or even that you could get into bed, wrapping your arms around him and falling asleep with his back to your chest. there’s so much you wanted to do, but akaashi wasn’t your boyfriend, so it wasn’t going to happen.
you grabbed your washing form the bathroom, a pale blue skirt catching your eye in the process. this wasn’t your skirt. who’s was it? your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, almost swearing that tears began to bombard your eyes as your mind came to realisation.
akaashi has a girlfriend.
you left the skirt there, pretending as if you had never seen it. however, the thoughts of akaashi being with someone else made you feel sick. soon enough, you were also curled up under the sheets of your bed.
days had passed, yet the thought of akaashi having a girlfriend didn’t leave your mind. you wondered what she was like. how pretty is she? how tall is she? what is her hair colour? what’s her style? or in general; what does she look like? you couldn’t find a part of your mind that wasn’t thinking about this as you made your way back to the apartment. you felt sick, almost anxious even being there. you felt scared, scared that you would run into the girl who had crushed your dreams of being with akaashi.
opening the front door to the apartment, you heard a loud cry coming from akaashi’s room. his door was slightly spread open, screams and moans coming from there. you didn’t care about the moans, why was akaashi screaming? rushing to his room, you shoved the door open.
but what you saw wasn’t what you expected.
“akaashi...” you noticed the familiar set up to the way the cam boy has. the bed, the walls, even the pretty skirts, some of the toys he’s brought out before sitting on the bed beside him, “what are you doing?”
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Sneaky Link 🔗
Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!
Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader
Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex
Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.
Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.
Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.
Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.
Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.
Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.
HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm
HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm
Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.
It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.
There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.
Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.
Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.
Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.
Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.
BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm
Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.
HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm
She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.
BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm
Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.
HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm
Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.
BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm
Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.
HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm
Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.
BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm
Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.
HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm
HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm
There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.
BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm
Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.
HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm
Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.
BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm
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After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.
Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.
The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.
“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.
Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.
Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.
“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.
“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.
“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.
Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.
“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.
Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.
“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.
He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.
She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”
“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.
Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.
“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.
They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.
“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.
Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.
Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.
Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.
“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.
“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.
Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.
“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.
Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.
“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”
Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.
Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.
Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.
Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.
Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.
“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.
Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.
“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.
“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.
Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.
Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.
Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.
Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”
Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.
“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.
“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.
Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.
“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.
“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.
Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.
“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.
Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.
“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.
“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.
Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.
“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.
Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.
“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.
Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.
Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.
“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.
Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.
“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.
“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.
Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.
“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.
“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.
Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.
“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.
Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.
“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.
The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.
“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.
Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.
“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.
Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.
Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.
“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.
Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.
“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.
Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.
“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.
“There you go.” He pecked her neck.
Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.
“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.
A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.
“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.
“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.
Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”
Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.
“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.
“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”
He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”
Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.
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Casper the cum-filled ghost
It is Friday night and josh is getting ready for the Halloween party at his girlfriend’s sorority house. Josh always disliked the large parties Sara’s sorority threw; they are full of drunk dudes trying to prove their manliness and fuck anything that moves. It doesn’t help that Sara’s sorority sisters are some of the most.. slutty girls on campus, for lack of a more polite term. Josh always hated how guys would lump Sara into the group of sorority sluts just by the letters on her little jacket. And guys were always staring at her as she bounces around campus in her sorority mandated short skirts. Josh couldn’t blame them, though. Sara was blessed with a body of a fertility goddess: long legs, thick thighs, a full bubble butt, slim waist, large boobs, and wavy red hair.
As Josh stared at himself in the mirror, he can’t help but worry about tonight. His costume is a baggy ghost costume that Sara sewed for him out of a white bed sheet. Josh mumbles to himself “ugh I look like Casper the socially awkward ghost.” Sara quickly walks up behind him and gives him a firm hug around the waist. “Don’t worry about tonight, babe! Your costume looks super cute, and we will look so adorable with our scooby-doo theme. I make a very sexy Velma, If I do say so myself.” Sara was right, she looks amazingly sexy, as usual. Josh looks her up and down and says “ I Don’t know, Sara, are you sure Velma would show that much… everything? Those guys are gonna see you as a piece of meat to sink their teeth into as soon as possible!”
Sara puts on a pouty face and stares into Josh’s eyes as she runs her finger up and down his chest “But babyyy- all the other girls are wearing sexy costumes. I don’t want to be the only prude there! They will bully me for weeks!” Her hand starts to work its way down Josh’s torso and into his pants. “I may even be inclined to give you a special gift, if you are a good boy tonight. hehe” Her hand grasps his soft dick and starts to slowly move back and forward. Josh begins to moan and says “Babe, that’s no fair! You know I can’t say no to you like this.” Sara looks up at him and coyly says “Then don’t.”
The party
As Josh and Sara walk down from Sara’s room, the music grown louder and louder. There are already a handful of guys from the frats hanging out and drinking with Sara’s sorority sister. The guys are dressed in all sorts of half assed costumes such as lumberjack with no shirt on, fireman with no shirt on, and professor with a cutoff tee-shirt. This is exactly what Josh was trying to avoid. Of course, the girls are eating the costumes up. Its just because they have muscles, Josh thinks to himself. Soon Sara notices a guy she has class with and runs over to talk to him. She turns her head to Josh as she is walking away and says “Hey babe, I know that guy from statistics, I’m gonna go say hi! Why don’t you mingle with the other guys?”
Josh watches with an uneasy feeling in his stomach as Sara salters over to some guy and grabs his arm as she starts to laugh. The guy is wearing a similar costume to Josh. A ghost costume, with the arms cut off, of course. Josh walks over to the other guys and grabs a beer. “Hey man. Is that your girl?” one of the bros asks. “Yea that’s Sara. My girlfriend.” The group whistles and nods in approval. “I didn’t know the girls in this sorority were allowed to have boyfriends haha. With all the party responsibilities and all that.” Josh does not like the sound of that. He knew the sorority had a bad reputation for having lose women, but not that everyone in the frats knew too. Josh swallows hard and replies “Oh yea. Well Sara isn’t like the other girls. She just likes to have fun and hang out with her friends.” The guy motions over to Sara and says “Oh like she is having fun with that guy right now? Haha good luck, bro. Steve is a player if I’ve ever seen one.” Josh’s stomach drops even further as he looks over to see Sara on some dude’s shoulders being spun around in circles… Her skirt is WAY too short for that.
As Josh begins to walk over to Sara to ask her what she is doing, Amanda, Sara’s friend, stops him. “Hey Josh, can you help us move some boxes? They are really heavy and we need a big strong guy to handle them! Pleassseeee.” Josh tries to object, but Amanda is already pulling him into the basement stairway. As he looks back he can see the group of guys he was standing with try and get a good look up Sara’s skirt, but they can’t look long as the guy begins to walk off with her towards the kegs. Fuck. “Hey Amanda, who is that guy Sara is with now?” Amanda looks back at him and smiles “Ow that is Steve! He is so cool. He helps us around the house when anything breaks. He is such a manly man. hehe he also helps a few of the girls out in another way, if you know what I mean.” She says slyly. Josh is confused “You mean like… tutoring services?” Amanda looks at him blankly “No silly. Now take these boxes of beer upstairs for me please! Thanks, hun!” and she scampers up the stairs. Josh sighs.
As Sara sees Amanda lead Josh down the stairs, she quickly turns to Steve and says “Alright baby, its time you show me what my friends have been talking about for the last month! I’m very… curious. Hehe” As Sara moves Steve into the kitchen, away from the crowd, she glances down eagerly to his crotch. Steve looks her up and down and then says “hmm well it won’t be much to look at until its hard so… I don’t know what to do about that.” Sara looks him in the eyes and slowly smiles. She moves over to the counter and pretends to reach for something in a shelf high up. Clearly, she cannot reach, so she looks back at Steve and says “A little help please.” Here words dripping in sensuality. As Steve comes up behind Sara, she pushes her ass into his crotch and begins gyrating her hips back and forward. She can feel a large mass begin to press into her firm ass. After a minute of this, Sara hears a familiar voice out in the living room. It is Josh asking where to put the boxes from downstairs. Sara then hears Amanda tell him to bring them into the kitchen.
Josh walks into the kitchen carrying a large box of beer and sets it on the floor with a large grunt. Steve speaks up “Hey buddy, those look a little heavy for you. Do you need a hand with that?” Josh looks up and sees Sara and Steve standing together by the counter. “Umm no they aren’t too heavy for me, but thanks. What are you guys doing?” Sara says “Oh we were just.. looking for cups for the guests. But they were too high up, so I had to get Steve to reach for me.” Josh looks at Steve suspiciously but eventually states that he needs to get the rest of the heavy beers from the basement and walks out.
As soon as Josh leaves, Sara looks at Steve and asks “So, is it ready for me to have a look now?” Steve chuckles and reaches down to his pants, under the cloth of the ghost costume, and zips open his pants. He then grabs the base of his dick and pulls the fabric on the costume taunt. Sara’s mouth drops open. Steve has what looks like a giant, extra thick dildo hidden under his costume. Sara gasps “O.M.G… that can not be real!” Steve seems to like her reaction “Oh its real alright. Just ask Amanda.” Sara growls “there is no way that dumb bimbo is gonna keep this all to herself.” And, with that, she drops to her knees and craws under the ghost costume. As Sara looks up, she is met with the biggest dick she has seen in her life, even watching porn. Suddenly Steve hears a “Holy fucking shit” come from under his costume, and he can’t help but smile.
Soon Steve feels a warm hand grasp the base of his thick cock, followed by a pair of moist lips at the tip. Steve moans and says “Careful babe, it’s been a day or two since I drained these balls. Go easy on me.” Sara notices that each of his balls are big enough to fill her hands. What Sara heard was ‘please suck my soul out of my cock’ and that is exactly what she does. She grasps the monster cock with both hands, and there is still enough room for two more hands to fit. Sara begins to slowly force the bulbous head into her tiny mouth. After a few effortful grunts, the large head squeezes past her plump lips and POPs into her mouth. Steve shutters as he can feel Sara’s moans on his cock head. Slowly, more and more cock is forced into Sara’s tiny mouth and suddenly they can both feel the monster bump into the back of Sara’s tight throat. Sara is trying her best to fit Steve’s big cock into her throat, but she is out of practice due to Josh’s below average dick never making it this far. She gags and slobbers on Steve’s member, but to no avail.
As Josh begins to enter the kitchen with his second case of beer, he is relieved to see Steve standing alone. “Hey man. Did you see where Sara ran off to? I have a few more cases to bring up, but then I want to hang out with her some.” Steve looks at Josh for a second before answering. “Hmm yea.. last I saw her was a minute or two ago. I’ll tell her you are looking for her though.” Josh looks around and then replies “Ok. Thanks man. Hey, can you get me a cup from the cabinet too? I think I need some beer after all this heavy lifting.” And he slaps the case of beer he just brought up. Steve begins to lean to the cabinet, but then he realizes he cannot get close enough with his dick and Sara in the way. Steve decides the only way to keep things inconspicuous is to slowly lean into the cabinet, pushing Sara into the base of the cabinet. Once she is pressed up against the drawers, Steve can almost reach the cups, but he is still about a half a foot away.
Josh takes this opportunity to point out that Steve is being weird “Umm why are you moving so slow? Is this some sort of joke? Whatever, I can just get the cup myself.” Steve replies “No! No, I’m sorry I was just thinking about something else. Here I’ll get it.” And with that he leans forward and forces the remaining half a foot of cock into Sara’s throat, directly in front of her unsuspecting boyfriend. Underneath the ghost costume, Sara has tears running down the side of her face as she fights back the urge to gag and cough. Her nails are digging into Steve’s thighs as she squeezes them for all she is worth. Finally, Steve has the cup in his hand and leans back to give it to Josh “Here you go. Sorry I got distracted there for a second.” Josh takes the cup and says “No problem. Thanks.” And he walks out of the kitchen.
Once Sara hears Josh leave, she begins to have an unbelievably strong orgasm. She starts to shake and moan, and Steve feels all of this through his rock-hard cock. Sara’s orgasm pushes Steve over the edge. His bulging sack pulls up against his cock and Sara feels the monster in her throat begin to swell even larger. The first shot of cum forces its way up through the cock, and Sara can feel her tongue be forced down by the expanding cum vein. Soon She feels a warm sensation filling her throat. This happens two more time before Sara notices the warm feeling is filling her stomach now too. She begins to pull back, but Steve notices and places his hands firmly against the back of her head. “You aren’t getting off that easy, slut. I told you I was backed up!” and with that Steve forces Sara’s chin up against his pulsing balls and continues to fill her with his cum. All Sara can do is count the pulses of cum being unloaded into her stomach. Five, six, seven, … ten, eleven, twelve, … and they finally begin to tamper off around twenty.
Steve lets out a heavy sigh as he feels his balls relax and his cock begins to soften. He releases Sara’s head and she slowly falls backwards, the monster cock sliding out of her mouth like a sick version of the never-ending handkerchiefs magic trick. Once a foot of cock is outside Sara’s mouth, another POP is heard as the fat cockhead is forced from her mouth. Sara collapses on the floor in a quivering pile. She is still cumming. Once she regains her senses, she reaches down to her once tight and toned tummy to find a bulging cum filled belly. Steve puts his cock back into his pants and sighs “Oh Sara… what am I goanna do with you now? I can’t leave you here for Josh to find.” Steve reaches down and picks her up over his shoulder, like earlier, and he begins to carry her up to her room. Steve cant help but notice the stream of girl cum running down Sara’s legs.. he may need to address that shortly.
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butterflies
❥ sugawara koushi x fem! reader
❥ TW// nsfw w/ keishin, stalking, blackmail
» request// “hi!! okay so seeing as you know i now love the coach ukai stuff imagine a really creepy scenario (or thirst i don’t mind!) where y/n and ukai are doing their stuff as they do and y/n thinks she sees suga bc he’s stalking her but she doesn’t want to believe it but it keeps happening, and other weird stuff like she comes home to things in her room moved, underwear missing, creepy feeling of being watched- i love you and your work so much!!!💗” — @sugawara-sweetheart
» A/N ahh neems bby <3!! ily!! i feel like i tell you this all the time, but your mind? out of this world dude. also, thank you for having patience with me on this.
“I think... I think we should try and make more friends this year.”
You bring it up absentmindedly on your way to the store. It’s the hottest it’s been all summer, the heat making you say whatever comes to mind.
“What?”
If you were looking at him, you’d be able to see the fear in his eyes. Instead, you took to viewing a stray butterfly fluttering about.
“Yeah, my brother has a lot of friends and it’s cool. What do you say, Koushi?”
“I-I don’t know...” he mutters out.
“Huh?” you turn to look at him, pouting. “Do you not think it’s cool?”
“No! I just— I think we’re fine with just the two of us.”
“Oh... okay. I think so too.”
You’ve known him since you were kids.
He was your only friend for years, way before Karasuno, way before volleyball. You’ve become accustomed to each other, learning each other’s quirks and pet peeves. You know what topics to avoid talking about and he knows the same. You remember when you first met him and when you first cried in front of him… everything.
You’ve been there for each other no matter what. Koushi is your confidant and you’re his.
Two peas in a pod, your mother said.
You would always eat lunch together. He would talk about everything and anything while you would talk about how difficult your studies were, but here’s the thing... that hasn’t happened recently. Eating lunch with him isn’t a thing anymore. He always wanted to know what you were doing on your phone and you couldn’t exactly keep your relationship with Keishin a secret if he found out.
It was days after you stopped seeing him when things started happening.
It’s outside the gym long after hours when you first see it. There’s a sliver of gray that you catch in the corner of your eye as Keishin fucks you against the wall. You don’t think much of it. You were too fucked out and tears were clouding your vision, is what you say to try and convince yourself.
But it’s been gnawing at you. It can’t be him. It has to be anyone but him.
Your panties are going missing and you don’t know what to make of it. They disappear only to be back in their respective places, almost like they were never gone. It can’t be Keishin. All the ones you have at his place are the same ones you left there. None are gone like the ones at home.
Keishin tries to be there for you, but what can he do? He’s not much help when he feels as if someone is watching his every move, so he tries to take some tension off the both of you by inviting you over. Keishin made a decent dinner for a man who barely knows how to cook. You both sit at the table talking about anything that comes to mind, though you can’t help but let your mind wander off.
“Calm down, baby,” his voice brings you back. He can see the visible worry on your face. “Honestly… I think we’re just scaring ourselves at this point.”
“Keishin…”
“I’m serious!” he sighs out and takes your hand from across the table. “I know you’re scared that we’re going to get caught, but I promise you no one knows. No one suspects a thing, pretty girl.”
The nickname makes your face heat up, causing you to look off to the side bashfully. There’s a grin on Keishin’s face that you can see from the corner of your eye. You stand up, snatching your hand from his as you grumble, “Cut it out.”
He scoffs and gets out his chair, arms coming to wrap around you. He’s speaking right into your ear in that voice he knows you like all too well, “I’m just telling the truth, y/n. You’re my pretty baby… my pretty girl.” You can feel his hand drift down to your ass before he gives it a firm squeeze. “You’re mine.”
It doesn’t long for you to make it to his bed, clothes astray and scattered along the hall. You can’t help but feel like someone’s watching. It's a feeling you’ve grown all too familiar with recently, but it fades away as Keishin enters you. His prick is being sucked in by your gummy walls and he wastes no time in setting a pace, furiously thrusting into your little cunny. One hand moves to hold yours while the other stays rooted to your hip.
“No matter what happens— fuck!” he cuts himself off, hitting a deep spot within you that has you mewling. “—we’ll always be together, right?”
Those last words... it felt like deja vu. You’ve heard them before.
“Yes! Yes, Keishin!”
You nod your head adamantly, locking lips with him, spit being swapped and wet smacking making its way through the room. He shoves his face into your neck, sucking deep bruises into the skin as his hand trails down to circle your clit.
You can’t remember when this started to turn into something entirely new. When did it stop being lust for him? When did you start looking over how this all began? You don’t get too much time to dwell on it as the sensations become overwhelming.
“Has it really been this long? Because— shit!” he groans out.
His grip on your hand tightens as your walls clamp down around him. It’s been so long since you two have done this, your bodies desperate for release. It’s almost sad how soon it ends.
The pain mixed in with the pleasure makes you scream out, “Cum in me Keishin, please!”
There’s a string of ‘please’s and ‘I love you’s that leave your mouth as you hold onto him tightly, nails scratching down his back. It feels like you’re bruising with the way he’s slamming into you, making your back arch. He stills not too long after, flooding your insides with his seed. Keishin is panting as he places his forehead on yours.
“No matter who catches us, I’ll always be with you. No one can take us away from each other, y/n.”
Hearing him say those words made the butterflies go crazy in your stomach.
“Obviously... we’re meant to be, Keishin,” you whisper against his lips.
You kiss him once more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. It’s in the early hours of the morning when you wake up, leaving a note for him and then making your way back home. The walk is filled with contemplation. Would you still be in this mess if you never met Keishin? What would have happened if you never agreed to his ultimatum? Would whoever it is that’s doing this still be around?
You enter your room, sighing as you close the door and lean against it. You’re just about to pull off your shirt when you hear something, switching on the lights quickly. You swear you’d rather die. He’s sitting on your bed, a pair of panties that went missing in his hands.
“Sugawara? W-What are you—?” you stammer out only to stop.
It’s him. It’s been him the whole time and you know it. He doesn’t need to say anything. You don’t know if you wish it wasn’t him or if you wish you never caught him. Your head feels like it’s going to explode with how fast it’s running. How long has he been waiting here? Why would he want to do this? What’s the point?
You shake your head in a horrible attempt to stop yourself from crying before speaking out, “Kou—”
“Where have you been?”
The look on his face lets you know he’s far from playing around. Sugawara has always been like this, wanting to know your whereabouts. He was just a worrisome friend is all, but now you think there’s a deeper meaning to it.
“I was— I was just out with a friend.”
“Really?” he laughs out, a sheepish smile on his face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were getting your whore hole pounded by the coaches cock.”
He’s never spoken to you like that and the words sink deep coming from someone you’ve known for so long, coming from someone you trust the most.
Tears are falling as you try and defend yourself, “That’s not true!”
“Coach Ukai and you are in a relationship.” You open your mouth to try and respond but he cuts you off. “Don’t deny it. I’ve seen it, but I’ve been wondering,” he pauses, looking straight into your eyes. A humorless laugh leaves his mouth before he continues, “Do you just fuck anywhere? Is that how easy you are? You just let guys fuck you out in the open?”
He moves off your bed, walking towards you. You know you should move. You know you should leave, run back to Keishin’s house and tell him. Just something, anything... but you can’t.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that, not when... not when you’ve been stalking me! Not when you’ve been breaking in and stealing my clothes, Sugawara!”
He stops right in front of you. You’re shaking, voice sounding so meek and small, “Why? Why would you do this?”
He doesn’t say anything. His hands are on your face, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your eyes. He’d do this to calm you down when you were kids, panicking over something that happened. The only difference is this time his fingernails are biting into your skin and he’s the one causing the panic to rise within you.
“If I have to tell everyone about you and the coach just so I can keep you to myself, I will. No one will want you when they find out about how much of a slut you are.”
Your eyes are wide.
This isn’t your Koushi.
“I love you, y/n. No one can take us away from each other. Not now, not ever.”
When Koushi says it, the butterflies in your stomach die.
“We’ll always be together, right?” he speaks out into the summer air.
Both of your legs swing off your backyard porch, not tall enough to reach the bottom yet. You have a blue twin popsicle this time, you fought with him at the store due to you wanting to diverge from your usual red.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean... hm, no one can take us away from each other. No one can come in between us, right y/n?”
You think this has something to do with your talk about making more friends this next school year. The thought disappears as quickly as it came. It made your face heat up, Koushi only wanting to hang out with you.
There’s a big smile on your face.
“Yeah! No one can come between us because we’re meant to be, Koushi!”
The butterfly wings stop fluttering and instead they get caught in intricate spider webs. They’re blind to it. They don’t see it coming, but if they weren’t so careless maybe just maybe they would have survived… if only they paid attention to the signs.
#yandere haikyuu#yandere haikyuu x reader#yandere sugawara koushi#yandere sugawara x reader#yandere x reader#sugawara koushi x reader#sugawara x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#request
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The 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 Sound of 𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 │ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕆𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟
Ch 1: a god, a boy, and my dead mom.
Smut warning. Please click here for series description and TWs. 💕
“Thor!" I yelled from my mom's basement. No response. I turned around and sighed. "THOR!!" I yelled louder.
"Woah, there. No need to yell, I'm right here," Thor came around the corner of the stairs and crinkled his nose at me as he slightly mocked me.
"I've been calling you down here for like ten minutes. I could have been dying." I took the bottle he was holding in his hand and took a swig. "Gross." I said, taking another sip.
He smirked at me and took it back. "No. You just have bad taste." He cocked his eyebrow. "And you're not dying or dead. So what did you need?"
I pointed up at the box on the top shelf. "There. The black box. I need it. It has the key I was talking about." My brightly painted finger nails glistened as I pointed.
He reached up, hoisting the box down with one hand. "Y'know. I love your nails. Nat and I always talk about how much we like them." He set the box down.
"Uhh....ok....." I looked at him confused.
"Well she doesn't get hers done and she comments on them. And I just like the different colors. You know what-never mind." He rolled his eyes. "Just get the key." He kicked at the box and walked away.
"Aw. Thor. I'm sorry. Thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it. Just kinda random. Especially from you." I said, thoughtfully, as I opened the box.
Papers, receipts. Awards and photos. I dug through them all, ignoring the sentimental value until I got to the smaller box inside of it.
"What? A grown man can't compliment a lady on her nails?" He rolled his eyes and finished off his bottle. "See that's why you're single. Your standards are low..." he mocked a bar on the ground.
"Obviously. It's so low I have resorted to fucking Pet-" I stopped myself. I turned red as a tomato, shut the big box and fiddled with the small one.
"Uh, since when?!" Thor was almost giddy with excitement. He grabbed the box out of my hand and pried it open. He handed me the key and put both boxes up as I pretended to ignore him.
"No, no. You have to answer me." He snatched the key and held it above my head.
"Thor. No. Now give it to me!" I jumped up and couldn't reach it.
"Give it to you? Oh, is my name Peter now? I can just see it..." he pretended to have Peter's webs and shot them at me. In the process I grabbed the key and stomped up the steps.
He followed after me, using a high pitched soft tone, moaning "Oh, Peter! MY spidey senses are tingling toooooo!!!"
I halted on the step, causing Thor to almost crash into me. "Just because you didn't want to fuck anymore doesn't mean you can make fun of me. Or Peter. Peter raises the bar if he does anything to it. He's kind and GIVING. He DOES raise my standards. Better than the likes of you." I flicked his nose and turned up the steps. We made it back to the car without him saying a word.
After a few minutes on the highway. He finally spoke.
"Y/N I'm sorry..." Thor said quietly. His generally booming tone was soft and solemn.
"Thank you, Thor. That's really mat-"
"THAT YOU HAD TO RESORT TO BASICALLY FUCKING A BOY AFTER BEING WITH A GOD!" He laughed hysterically, tears in his eyes.
I slammed on the breaks and careened into the shoulder. "You. ASSHOLE!!!!" I punched his arm and smacked his cheek. "Go ride your goddamn hammer home you jerk!" Tears fell from my eyes as I yelled at him. "You're the meanest, nastiest..." I sobbed. "I hate you."
He was quiet again. This time the silence was different. "Y/N...please don't cry. I hate when you cry..." he tried to wipe a tear but I swatted him away. He sighed.
"Listen. I know...we ended things on a weird note. But I want to be friends...I do. I just don't know how..." he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.
"For starters. Stop bringing up our past. Secondly stop making fun of me and thirdly DON'T CHASTISE ME AFTER WE LEAVE MY DEAD MOM'S HOUSE!!" I paused. "And don't make fun of Peter. He's so sweet and good to me." I looked up at Thor. He had his serious listening face on.
"Yes, ma'am. Promise me you won't bring up who you're screwing... I can't handle it. Not yet." He looked out the window.
"That's rich..." I scoffed, pulling back onto the highway. "Me not tell you??" I shook my head and laughed. "Mister go out every night. New lady friends waltzing in and out..."
He blushed. He ran his hand through his hair and then cleared his throat. "Anything to numb the pain, right?" His words stung. I had said the same thing to him almost two years ago. The first time we hooked up, we were trashed. My mom had just died.
"Tony is gonna be so mad..." Thor whispered-yelled as we got into the back of his new Audi. We both laughed as he pulled me in on top of him. His hands rode up my skirt and got lost under the fabric, gripping my ass.
"Mister Odinson...my lord...how scandalous." I giggled in his ear and my hips involuntarily rocked against him. I could feel his cock grow under me. He gripped me harder and rocked me against him again. I moaned in his ear. I pulled away from his face just for a moment.
My hands went for his head and neck, lacing with his thick hair. We kissed and I felt my whole body melt. I needed him right then. Our kisses became rushed and his hands roamed my body like there was an emergency.
I reached down and unbuckled his belt, jeans, and unzipped them. He pulled them down just enough to reach into his boxer-briefs. His cock was as thick and manly as he was and I could feel my cunt begging for it.
I pulled my panties to the side and sunk down onto him. We both moaned out in what seemed to be perfect unison. It took a minute or so of laughter and adjusting but we found a good rhythm and angle.
"Oh, yes..please just like that." I moaned as I rode him. He had begun to use his thumb to rub my clit as I rocked into his cock. It was grazing the perfect spot inside of me. I gripped the headrest of the nearest seat and quickened my pace.
"That's my girl. Cum on me. I wanna feel you grip me." He was panting. I could tell he was close, too.
"Thor, Thor I'm gonna cum." My eyes slammed shut, my lip was stuck between my teeth. My fingernails dug deep into his shoulder and into the headrest. I felt my back arching and then complete collapse. My forehead pressed against his. I rode him more, focusing on his pleasure, trying to manage the sensitivity of my pussy but it was overwhelming.
"Don't give up. Ride me. I want to fill up your cunt. I've wanted you since the day I met you." He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, revealing my neck. His tone, his words, the grit in his voice. I felt the heat building. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me. I did as I was told and kept riding him.
Thor sucked on my neck and gripped my hips. He guided me to the pace he liked and met my hips with his own thrusts from beneath me.
"You're going to cum again" He commanded me. I had never done that before either. I'd always been too nervous because I was so sensitive after the first time.
But the tension inside of me built as I rode him and he bucked under me. The sweat started to form on my neck and back. My breathing matched his in their ragged and uneven waves.
"I'm going to cum inside you and I want you to cum immediately. You'll love it." His grip on my hips tightened. I was sure I would bruise. And he came. Just like he said. And I did as well just as he said. I could feel the new sensation along with my second orgasm and that was enough to send me into overdrive. My legs shook and my screams were obscene. Thor held me in a gentle and balancing manner for a moment before placing a kind kiss on my nose and forehead.
“Now...Y/N. I know we're drunk. But don't tell me you haven't wanted that since you met me, too..." he winked. He helped me off of him and handed me his shirt to clean up with.
"Uhhh what will you wear?" I asked, almost ashamed.
"Like they haven't seen me walk in shirtless before." He rolled his eyes.
"Uh...and to answer your question. Honestly at this point...anything to numb the pain." I flung his shirt back at him.
Back then I hadn't noticed the hurt on his face but now...recalling that moment and seeing him in the present. I could see it.
"Thor..." I started to apologize but Peter's name popped up on the incoming call screen. I gave him an "I'm sorry" look and answered.
"Pete. Hey buddy!" I said trying to sound chipper.
"Buddy? That's not what you were calling me las-"
"Speaker." I nervously laughed. "You're on speaker phone..." the line was silent. I could imagine Peter just tapping the phone to his head mouthing "stupid, stupid, stupid..."
"Right. Uh. Well. Ok. Ummmm...."
Thor rolled his eyes.
"Peter?" I inched.
"Yeah. Uh. Tony wanted me to check in with y'all. He said something about not trusting you two in a car? He said something about a detail bill that still needs to be paid?" He sounded confused. Tony was such an asshole sometimes. He knew about me and Thor. And me and Peter. But Peter didn't know about my history with ole' thunder boy. I know Tony loves Peter to death but...he doesn't know when to stop sometimes.
"Anyway." Peter said. I could hear laughing in the background. "How's it going?"
"We got they key. Headed home. No issues." Thor said, hanging up.
"Thor!" I almost yelled. "That wasn't nice..."
"Yeah and Tony making jokes at his expense was?" He shut his eyes, crossed his arms, and stayed silent the rest of the way home.
#thor#marvel smut#avengers smut#thor smut#peter parker#peter parker and y/n#Thor and y/n#lemon#fluff and angst#smut#avengers fanfiction
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JEALOUS
Nathan Bateman x reader.
Summary: you persuade your husband to go to your collage reunion but thing get a little messy leading you to leave early but that doesn’t mean that you didn’t had a little fun.
Warnings: smut, so please if you’re not 18+ don’t read it, unprotected sex (remember always use a condom) dom Nathan.
A/N: hey everyone, I’m excited because this is my first one shot about Nathan I hope you like it, I based on an episode of Gilmore girls and I thought that maybe Nathan was the right character for this, let me know what you think!
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When you met Nathan you knew he was a difficult man, a brilliant and handsome man but still difficult, but on the moment he lay his eyes on you, he knew you have to be his, and even if your relationship wasn’t completely normal, you love the man and you know that no matter how many fights you had or how many nights you spend alone because of his work, you know you wouldn’t change anything about him. You smile when you feel an arm around your waist, when you turn around you see that he still has his eyes closed, his now curl hair was a mess and he had a little smile.
-Stop staring, I can’t sleep if you stare at me- he said.
-Now you feel how I felt last night.
-You didn’t complain about that, on the contrary, it seem like you were enjoying it- he said, making you smile before you give him a quick kiss, when he look at you and notice that you were debating about something -What is it?
-What are you talking about?
-You have your thinking face...
-I don’t have a thinking face!- you said.
-Of course you do, you frown a little your eyebrows, look down and bite your lip...
-Everyone do that- you said said, he just shrugged -ok what I was thinking is... there’s a reunion...- he sighed.
-Come on baby, your better than those stupid reunions, you shouldn’t distract on those dumb things.
-But... it would be fun, we could see old friends, we can make fun of the guys we used to hate...
-Or we could stay home working on Ava, that’s important, we’re creating something important...
-But one free night won’t make the difference, we could go see if it’s funny and if it’s lame we can come straight back home and I would never try to convince you of going to this kind of things, but... if it’s fun... we could dance together, have a couple of drinks and have a great night- you wink at him, he thought for a moment before he sighed again.
-Fuck, you win- he said not really excited, you kiss his cheek -beside I have to go to the university tomorrow...
-Really, why?- you asked him.
-They want me to give a lecture...
-Honey that’s great, Can I come with you?- he shook his head.
-I don’t think that’s a good idea...
-Because I wouldn’t understand it?
-No because I won’t be able to concentrate because I’ll be watching my beautiful wife instead to be concentrate and I would feel like the idiot of your ex boyfriend.
-Are you really going to be jealous about him?
-I’m jealous that he have the change to taste you first- he said making you blush.
The hole morning you were trying to found the perfect dress for the reunion, one of your oldest friend told you that it was going to be something elegant and fancy, just the kind of party that Nathan hate, honestly he hate all the parties but while there was alcohol he tolerate them, he never refuse to a drink and sometimes you hate that but even if that was one of his defects you love the man. As you drove to the party you think on your husband, you picture him with his cocky attitude as he give the lecture, you want to be there but no matter how much you try to convive him he didn’t want you to go and he insist to meet you at the party, so now you were on a car all by yourself. When you get there you park in front of the valets and wait for on of the boys to show up.
-Yn, is that you?- You look to your ex boyfriend smiling outside your car.
-Michael, hey, I didn’t see you there, how are you?- You said.
-I been fine, you look really pretty...- You didn’t know what he said, before you know it someone crash in to you car -Oh my god, Yn are you ok?
-Stay away from my wife!- Nathan said as he get down from his car and made his way to where you were -Yn...
-Nathan! Had you lost your mind?- you said angry.
-I misjudged the distance...
-You misjudged? You hit my car!- you said angry.
-I was distracted...
-Yn, are you ok?- Michael asked you winning a deadly look from Nathan.
-You stay out of this, I’m her husband... I’ll asked her if she’s ok- he look at you concerned, but you can still look jealousy on his eyes -Are you ok?
-Maybe is a good idea if you see a doctor...
-Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and leave my wife alone- Nathan said -Come on Yn I’ll take you home- he said as he took your hand and guide you to his car, he turn to the valet and give him instructions for your car.
The whole travel none of you say a word, not even when you get home, the second the door opens you get inside the house and made your way to your bedroom, you could feel Nathan behind you, he didn’t say a thing until you finally stop.
-So that was the reason you were dying to go to that party?- he asked you, you rolled your eyes.
-No Nathan, I didn’t even know he was going to be there, I want to se my old friends see how they were doing, but you had to get drunk and crash my car...
-I’m not drunk.
-Of course you are!- You said -I could smell you back there, you know that you could hurt me?
-Of course not, I know how physics work, darling...
-You bastard... you do it on purpose?
-Yeah! You know maybe I was a little drunk because a few assholes were talking about this girl on the collage who everyone want to fuck but just one guy did it properly- he said as he push you to the wall making you gasp -and I was intrigued, who was that girl? But then you name came up and I smile when I remember all the moans and all the times you came because of my cock...
-Nathan- you whisper when you feel his hand traveling through your back as he unzip your dress and squeezed your ass.
-But...- he took your chin and make you look at him -when the name of that idiot come from their lips- he chuckle -I might got a little jealous -he guide you to the near table and pick you up- maybe took a few drinks and then I saw him talking and smiling to you that kind of make my blood boil- he start to kiss you neck as one of his hand play with your breast.
-Nathan... God...- you feel how his hand left your breast and travel through your side before it landed on your panties -Please...
-Tell me what you want sweetheart.
-I need you...- he kiss you roughly, but the kiss didn’t last long before you press your forehead on his arm when he start to play with your clit.
-Shit sweetheart your soaking...- you didn’t say anything, you keep moaning as he insert a finger inside you, you saw the smirk, you could feel the knock that was forming on you but before you could let go, he took his fingers out of you and he shook his head -uh uh, you’re not going to came until my cock is inside you and you remember who you belong, did you understand?- You nod -say it sweetheart.
-I understand sir- he smirk.
-Take off the rest of your cloths and lay on the bed... and if you touch yourself you don’t get to came- he said.
You do as he said, he saw the way you take off your clothes and walk to the bed and wait for your husband, with every second it pass you want him more and you knew he was teasing you, he want you to wait for him, and when he finally get to the room with just his boxer you, you smile, he try to keep his face straight as he take off his boxer letting you see his cock.
-Spread those legs for me darling- you did as he said and he smile -Shit darling your fucking perfect- he said as he bump himself a few times, you try to reach for him but he shook his head -Sorry darling but as much as I love your mouth, today is all about you- you look at him confuse but he just place between your legs and trust you, your head fall back as you moan -shit, this tight little pussy is mine, do you understand?- You nod, and he start to move at first it was slowly but every trust became harder than the last one, making you scream Nathan’s name -That’s it darling, let the hall neighborhood know who fuck you this good- he grown when you clench your walls on him -Did he do this to you?- he asked you -did he make you a mess of moans like I do?- You shook your head, he keep trust you again, your legs were around his waist trying to make him close, he smile before he lean over an put your nipple on his mouth, your hands travel to his hair as your back keep arching, you could feel the knot start to became bigger and bigger -Beg for it, sweetheart- but he didn’t had an answer in that moment he found that exact place that made you crazy -Fucking beg for it.
-Nathan... please... Let me come...
-Not until you tell me who is the best sex you had- he trust harder making you scream -who make you scream like a whore?
-Fuck... you Nathan...- he smirk and his trust became faster and he start to play with you clit again.
-Let go sweetheart...- he groan and he knew he was getting close -come for me...
In that moment you feel like something explode inside you, and you feel the air stuck in your chest as your orgasm wash all over you, Nathan didn’t last long after you, you could feel his cum feeling you and how he fall above you while he try to calm himself, when his breaths became normal he made you lay down on your side without getting out of you.
-Fuck baby, that was amazing- you said with a smile, he put a lock of your hair behind your ear.
-I’ll take your car to the workshop tomorrow- you nod -And I’m sorry for how I act, I was jealous...- you kiss him.
-You shouldn’t be jealous, he doesn’t mean anything to me, beside even when I was with him I always want you to fuck me- he laugh.
-I should bring something to clean you- she shook her head.
-Can we stay for a moment like this?- she ask shyly.
-You keep surprising me- he said before he kiss your forehead -You know maybe it’s time to creat something together.
-I thought we already working on Ava...
-I wasn’t talking about that, I was talking about to make our family growth- she smile.
-I’ll really like that.
-Should we start it now?- he said making you giggle and then kiss him deeply.
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Erik fucking plus size OC and he is obsessed with how wet her pussy is/ Erik fucking plus size OC in college and she wants to do it with the lights off.
Warnings: SMUTTY, Hardcore, College Erik, Sorority OC, Fraternity Erik, Inspiration from Zane story called APF. Just a disclaimer I am not a member of any of these sororities and I don’t want to disrespect or take credit.
hey y’all! This is so long and detailed. I’m doing another story with an OC. I’ve been reading this Zane book called APF and it is straight up nasty and I figured if I’m doing college Erik and OC I could put my own twist on this amazing erotica and I hope you guys love it! I recommend reading the book y’all I promise you won’t be disappointed 😩😩😩
“Rodney, ohhhhh, Fuck, Rodney! Yes yes yes!-“
“Jada, Stop moaning so damn loud! You want Valentina and Chanel to hear us?”
“She won’t say anything,” Jada laughs before whimpering, “Your dick is just so good, baby.”
“How about you quietly let a nigga know how good this dick is. I don’t want Erik coming up in here ready to kill me-“
“Now, I want you to shut up and fuck me. You better work this pussy and stop complaining! Better yet,” Jada could be heard flipping over on the bed causing the springs to bounce, “Gimmie back shots, you know how much I like it like that, Daddy.”
“So damn nasty, JJ, ahhhhh, Fuck,” Rodney quietly moans before grunting, “Fuck, you got some good pussy on you.”
Valentina didn’t understand why Rodney complained about Jada being so loud when he was making her ass clap back on him. The entire Sorority house could hear them. Both of them were stupid as fuck. Valentina was on her way back from her shift at the Founders Library on campus when she first heard them. She worked in the back of the Library archiving books. This situation with Rodney and Jada has been going on in secret for over a month now. Valentina began to notice some wild shit going on in her Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha, just a few days after she joined in her Freshman year. Valentina pledged to uphold the values and ideals of the bond she was seeking to join. It's like a marriage to your sorority.
After she pledged for Alpha Kappa Alpha, Jada Summers asked Valentina in her sophomore year if she wanted to be in a secret society that involved Not just Alpha Kappa Alpha, but other sororities as well. It wasn’t for the faint-hearted but Valentina decided to go along with it to make new friends. The secret society was involved in sexual freedom and the fulfillment of its members. They titled it Alpha Sigma Zeta Delta because pledges from all the different black sororities were involved.
Valentina could still remember the initiation process. She had to sleep with a Kappa Alpha Psi member. It was embarrassing at first because she didn’t feel comfortable with her body but he sweet-talked her the entire night like no man has ever done to her. Valentina thought the sex was great, mind-blowing, fantastic, but he complained about her being too shy and how it killed his mood. Luckily he graduated in the winter and she wouldn’t have to see his face again. Ever since then, Valentina hasn’t participated in any sex with her fellow sisters or other fraternities. She was surprised Jada didn’t kick her out yet. It was probably because she was afraid Valentina would tell someone about their secret society.
“Fuck, JJ, no wonder why Erik kept you, Mhm,” Valentina could hear Rodney slap Jada’s ass, “You can suck some dick girl. Look at that mouth.”
“Ugh,” Valentina complained while trying to get some sleep. She shared a room with another pledge, Chanel, who practically slept like a baby throughout it all. It’s probably because Chanel had Rodney too.
“Suck the nut out my dick, bitch,” Rodney spoke with a gruff tone, “Suck my shit dry like I told you to.”
“Mmmm, mmmm,” Jada mumbled with a mouth full of dick.
“I wish I could cum in that pretty pussy but that’s Erik’s job, right?”
There was no response but Valentina guesses that she probably nodded her head.
“Fff-fuckkkkkk, uhhhhh,” Rodney damn near lost his cool. The bed rocked a little more, probably from Jada sucking him harder and Rodney fucking her mouth. Right when Valentina grabs one of her champagne silk pillows to cover her ears with, Rodney growled and moaned with his release. After about 30 seconds, Jada and Rodney started laughing and talking with low voices. Too bad the walls were thin.
“Doesn’t Erik stop by around this time?” Rodney asked.
“Yes, but I didn’t hear from him about that. Why do you always ask about him? I’m sure he’s out there doing his fucking dirt too. I’m grown I can do whatever the fuck I want to.
“No disrespect, beautiful, just asking. You know Erik is my boy-“
“Just shut the fuck up, Rodney. You’ve been fucking me for over a month now. If that was your boy you wouldn’t be coming to my room every chance you get, would you?”
There was silence followed by the sound of clothes ruffling. Rodney was getting himself dressed to leave. Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty sleeping mask up from her eyes to check the time. It was 11:00 PM. They’d been laid up having sex on and off for about three hours. Now, Valentina was hungry and thirsty. She pulled her comforter back, put on her Ugg slippers, and walked from her room and down the hall to the stairs. She walked at a fast pace so she wouldn’t have to run into Rodney. She tiptoes down the steps and made her way towards the kitchen. Valentina has a habit of snacking late at night and her taste buds were calling for some sour cream and onion chips with an ice-cold glass of apple juice.
So far so good as she checked the cupboard. They were still stocked with all the junk food in the world. Valentina grabs the rolled-up bag of sour cream and onion chips, then opened the fridge to grab some apple juice with her Alpha Kappa Alpha cup. When she opened the fridge she noticed that it was stocked with Martinelli's 100% Apple Juice. She’s never had it before but Valentina assumed it was because of Erik. He drank those things to death. Jada probably bought them because Erik put her on and now she wanted to put her Sisters on. Taking a chance, Valentina grabs two, closing the fridge and walking to one of the bar stools in the kitchen to sit her round backside on.
Valentina tried crossing her much thicker thighs while sitting on the barstool, but her plumpness and the area didn’t leave her enough room to get more comfortable. She groans, swinging her feet while leaning over the kitchen island to eat her snacks. As she munched, Valentina could hear Rodney and Jada descending the stairs. The first thing Valentina noticed about Rodney that made all the girls go crazy was his piercing green eyes. His skin reminded you of desert sand and his hair was faded around the temple with loose bouncy curls up top. Jada has tortilla colored skin with sandy brown hair and eyes close to the color of gingerbread. She had abundant umber-colored freckles that covered her nose and cheeks. Athletic and short. Jada wore nothing but an Alpha Kappa Alpha hoodie and her feet were bare.
“So, when do you want to meet up again?” Rodney pulls Jada closer by her waist, bringing his lips to her neck to suck on. Jada slowly pushes his head away before rubbing the spit from her neck.
“You better not had put a hickie on me,” Jada glowered.
“I didn’t calm down. So, when can I see you again?”
“I’ll let you know. You can’t have me whenever you want, Rodney. Erik has to have some of me too.”
Valentina almost choked on a chip.
“Ugh, I should have never fucked you,” Rodney reached behind her to slap her ass, “You should be mine and only mine.”
Jada giggles before lightly pushing Rodney away, “Boy. Go back to your frat house. I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.”
“Aight,” Rodney gave Jada a couple pecks on the lips before turning his gaze towards the kitchen and catching Valentina’s eye. He didn’t seem to care not once that he was touching on Jada in front of her. Jada clearly felt the same.
“Sup Valentina,” Rodney gave her a coy smirk, “Couldn’t sleep?
“Apparently not,” Valentina took a sip of her apple juice.
“Hm, Sorry about that. Jada here is to blame. A nigga can’t help himself when he’s in that pussy.
Rod, stop it,” Jada shoves him lightly while trying to hide a smile, “Let Valentina snack in peace.”
Rodney puts his hands up in surrender, “Aight, I think it’s time for me to bounce. JJ, Val, I’ll be seeing you.”
Rodney finally makes his exit, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jada properly locks it before making her way into the kitchen. She walks to the fridge, grabbing one of the apple juices to drink herself. Jada slapped the bottom of the bottle to make it easier to open. Once it was opened, Jada guzzled that juice in practically one gulp before throwing the glass bottle in recycling. Jada pulled all her sandy brown Dominican blown out hair up into a ponytail before taking a seat directly across from a disinterested Valentina.
“So, Val,” Jada licks her full lips, “What has been up with you? You seem to have an issue with me and Rodney.”
Valentina twirled a piece of hair from her wig, “Not an issue. You’re grown, I’m not your mother. But I do think it’s reckless.
“Teh,” Jada gave a short laugh, “Reckless? Sis, how long have you been a pledge for ASZD? Did you forget your initiation? Did you forget that we participate in all kinds of sex that would have the faint-hearted laid out dead on this kitchen floor? I mean, I’m surprised you aren’t dead.”
Jada chuckles, folding one cream-colored leg over the other, “Sis, what? Are you jealous because I have Rodney and you don’t?
Valentina rubbed her temples, “No, JJ, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I just feel like you have Erik so I don’t understand why you would want to fuck Rodney-“
“Because I can,” Jada gave Valentina a wide grin, “Erik is cute, fine as hell, but I don’t owe him anything. We are in an open relationship, Val. He’s probably at some booty call right now giving the bitch some good dick. But it’s cool, one thing I know about Erik is that he will always come back. This good pussy has him hooked. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes knocking on this door right now-“
Knock Knock
“Oh? Would you look at that.”
Valentina rolled her eyes at Jada before hopping off the bar stool causing her silk half shirt to push out extra cleavage from the top of the shirt. She couldn’t stand Jada at times. She thought she was the best thing walking on two feet. On the outside, she looked breathtaking but on the inside, it would only make you puke. Jada acted like her shit didn’t stink. Valentina walked to the cupboard to put away the chips and that’s when she heard his voice
“Daddy sorry he’s late, baby girl, you know I’m apart of that teacher's assistant program so I had a lot of papers to grade, look at you,” Valentina looked up in time to see Erik cupping both of Jada’s ass cheeks nice and firm before slapping them extra hard. Jada whimpered like a child in need of attention, wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck
“Don’t keep me waiting again, Daddy,” Jada sucked on Erik’s neck, “You miss this pussy?”
“You miss this dick?” Erik grabs one of Jada’s hands to rest over his crotch, “Yeah, that’s right, you know how I get when I see you.”
“So damn big,” Jada sighed, “Let’s go, I need it right now.”
Valentina just about heard enough. How was she going to get away with having sex with Erik in her bed after she just had sex with Rodney there? Valentina didn’t want to stick around so she placed both bottles of Martinelli's 100% apple juice in the recycling bin and walked out of the kitchen. Screw being discrete, Valentina loudly walked past them both and towards the stairs
“Valentina?”
She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Turning, Valentina caught Erik’s eye. Those almost black eyes because of the low light. He always overawed Valentina. Even in just a pair of basketball shorts and a Raiders hoodie with a durag on his head he looked appetizing. Then, he smiles at her with his full lips and deep dimples. Valentine wraps her arms around her belly to calm the butterflies. She was sure she looked a bit peaky and her forehead was sweating. Valentina couldn’t understand how Jada slept with Rodney and whoever else she wanted when a man like Erik stood before her with his large biceps wrapped around her.
“Hey, Erik.” Valentina shyly places some hair behind her ear, “Long night?”
“Always. Then I have this dissertation to write as well so your boy is tired.”
“Hey, why don’t you get some rest then, yeah? We can pick this back up tomorrow night.” Jada rubbed circles with her long lime green nails in the center of Erik’s chest.
“You tryna keep me away, ma?” Erik gave her a suspicious look before smirking, “I need you to take care of me. I didn’t come all the way over here for you to put me out.”
“Oh, she’ll take care of you alright,” Valentina mumbled before taking the stairs to her room. She had to figure out how she was going to get sleep with an 8 AM class tomorrow.
“Goodnight, Val,” Erik called out to her, Valentina waved at him before turning down the hall and to her bedroom. She felt a ping of jealousy and she hated that it was because of Jada. Erik needed to cut ties with her. Valentina didn’t want to tell him about Rodney because that would be fucked up but at the same time, he didn’t deserve it. Rodney was supposed to be his best friend. Finally, in bed, Valentina pulled her Hello Kitty mask down over her eyes, brought her comforter up and over her whole body, and forced herself to sleep.
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“What’s happening tonight? A party? At our house?”
Valentina looked around the lunch table at her Alpha Kappa Alpha sisters. She pushed away from her bacon grilled cheese with a side of sweet potato fries to listen in on the conversation. Party or not she had a research paper due on Monday and if she stayed up to party with AKA and everyone else she wouldn’t get any work done on Saturday. The house would be an uproar.
“Nah, it’s an ASZD party,” Jada spoke with a whisper, “We have new pledges and they have to go through initiation. They have to be trustworthy, secretive, and be willing to take all the freak nasty shit we do to the grave.”
Valentina forgot all about that. She felt her heartbeat quicken behind her rib cage. She really wanted to back out of this one like the last time but if she did she would probably fuck up her chances of being an AKA and she needed that. Valentina comes from a family of women who were AKA.
“So, I have to lie to Malcolm about where I’m going?” A new pledge of AKA and Jada’s little sis, Janelle, wanted to become a part of ASZD, “We were supposed to go to the movies-“
“Nelle, what did I tell you, sis? This is a serious commitment. You want that sexual gratification? You gotta keep this a secret. We could all lose our reputation and possibly future careers if word gets out to the wrong crowd.”
“You gotta be a woman and look to take sexuality to another level,” China, a southern bell from Texas says, “Freaky Friday is our day. We do this twice a month.
Janelle nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, “Are the Kappa’s gonna be there? They recruited Tory as a new pledge and Tory is in my Health class. If Tory sees me...he may say something.”
Jada shared a look with the others before turning her gingerbread-colored eyes back on her sister that could pass as her twin, “If Tory is gonna be there, sis, Tory wants some pussy. If he sees you, he might want to sample what’s between your legs. You’re gonna let Tory have some if he asks?”
Janelle blushed, looking down bashfully at her two slices of veggie pizza, “Yeah...I like Tory.”
“There you go, sis,” Chanel cheers while applying lip gloss to her heart-shaped lips, “It’s gonna be wild and fun. You won’t regret it.”
“So, what do we wear?” Janelle asked with a chipper tone.
“Nothing,” Jada replies.
“Nothing?” Valentina finally speaks up, “Um, like butt ass naked?”
“Yeah, that’s the point, Val,” China jokes, “We’re supposed to be having sex so what’s the point in wearing clothes? We rented out a loft for the night near DuPont Circle to have the event. That way, we can have free roam to walk around with our ass and titties out.”
“Y’all nasty bitches,” Valentina laughs, “I’m bringing lingerie fuck that.”
“Do you even plan on fucking, sis?” Jada asked, “I mean, you haven’t since that one time.”
“Um, we’ll see,” Valentina smiles, “I haven’t had some dick in a minute so I need a sexual release besides my dildo and vibrator.”
“How are you going to handle Erik and Rodney, Jada?”
Valentina perked her ears up for this one in particular.
“I’ll have Rodney this afternoon and Erik this evening.”
Valentina rolls her eyes and turned back to her food. She couldn’t even find her appetite anymore.
“Are you okay, Val?” China asks with a worried expression
“Yeah, I’m cool,” Valentina packed her food away in a to-go container and got up from her seat at the table, “I gotta head over to the library I’ll be back to the house in enough time for us to get there.”
She didn’t even entertain the smirk that Jada had on her face. Clearly, she knew that Valentina was bothered by the fact that she was juggling sex with both Rodney and Erik.
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Valentina didn’t want to sit at a study table in the Founders Library so she walked in between the bookshelves to sit down on the carpet to study. She fluffed out her black and white pleated skirt, crossing her Doc Marten covered feet while pulling out her Theatre Arts books to study for her upcoming exam. Even though it was quiet, Valentina needed to tune out the world and listen to some Floetry and Lauryn Hill.
All you gotta do is say yes
Don't deny what you feel
Let me undress you, baby;
Open up your mind and express
I'm about to let you know you make me
So, so, so, so, so, so, so
You make me
So, so, so, so, so, so, so, ah
Purple glitter gel pen between her lips stained with NYX Butter Gloss in chocolate brown, Valentina read from her textbook that rested over her knees. She was invested in her music and studying that she hadn’t noticed Erik Stevens standing at the end of the aisle admiring her while munching on an apple. Erik wore a denim jacket with Sherpa collar, a basic crisp white t-shirt, Khaki cargo pants with a chain, and a pair of UGG Neumel Utility boots on his feet in black. He didn’t want to disturb her just yet because she looked so in tune with her studies. His eyes kept drifting down to Valentina’s exposed legs in that black and white pleated skirt. Legs the color of peanut butter with a left thigh tattoo of a pink lotus flower. Erik inhaled deeply before removing his Airpods from his ears, approaching Valentina slowly while twirling his half-eaten apple in hand. Valentina’s mocha eyes looked up at Erik, that glittery purple gel pen falling from between her juicy lips. The pen rolled towards Erik’s feet. He reached down leisurely, grabbing the pen, then holding it out for her to grab. He could still feel her gloss on the pen as his thumb rubbed against it. Valentia took it from him before saying thank you in a soft-spoken voice.
“You’re welcome,” Erik placed his apple between his teeth to take off his camouflage Supreme backpack. He removed the apple from between his lips, licking them, and then speaking in a hushed tone, “Can I sit with you?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Erik got down on the carpet so close to her that his knee hit her thigh. Valentina almost rips the edge of the page in her textbook while turning it. Erik took out his own various books along with an iPad. Valentina peeks over at his books to see what he studied. Systems and Computer Science. Supposedly he already completed schooling with a Computer Engineering degree.
“Applications for Artificial Intelligence.
“Huh?” Valentina looked up at him with a whimsical expression.
“That’s what my dissertation is about. I have only 15 pages typed and I still have another 15 to do.”
“Sounds...stressful.”
“I just can’t wait for this shit to be over with so I can get back on the grind with the Military.
“Military? Wow.” Valentina was inraptured by Erik’s smile and warm hickory-colored eyes. His teeth were so white, Valentina figured he must have gotten them bleached. She felt ashamed of her lack of skincare because Erik’s russet skin is blemish-free and so smooth like he regularly visited an Aesthetician.
“Theatre Arts,” He pulled her book from her lap to rest on his, “Acting?”
“Yes.” Valentina blushes.
“What made you get into that?”
“My mom used to act on Broadway. My father is a Writer. My family is full of the arts and I figured if they followed their passion, so can I.
“I like that, I don’t know why I thought you were a law major.”
“If you would have asked me, you would know...yeah?” Valentina teased.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Erik licks his lips, making his voice lower “So...will you be at the party tonight?”
“Um, I plan on it...why?” Her heart damn near bounced around her chest.
Erik uses his thumb to rub the tip of his nose while trying to fight a smile, “Teh, um...I’m tryna see you there.
“Excuse me?” Valentina was perplexed.
“I wanna see you there,” Erik’s head fell back lightly against the bookshelf, “That’s the only reason why I’m going.
Valentina tittered, “Erik...what?”
“You don’t believe me.”
Valentina shook her head slowly, “No, I don’t.”
How could she anyway? Erik never showed her any interest. Then again, he was always nice to her. Then it was the looks he gave her that made her body shiver. It could be believable but he had Jada. Last night he practically hounded her. They probably didn’t make it up the stairs. It was pretty silent. Jada could have been arched over the steps getting plowed by Erik. The thought of Erik only going to the Freaky Friday Night because of her blew Valentina’s mind. He definitely knows what happens with ASZD. Sex, sex, sex. If he wanted to see her there...
“Valentina.” Erik must have called her name 20 times.
“Sorry,” She timidly placed hair behind her ear, “What would seeing me there do for you?”
“Hm,” Erik’s hickery-colored eyes watched her face closely, “What do you think?”
Suddenly, Valentina’s lips become dry.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. What about Jada?”
“What about her?” Erik says with an annoyed tone.
“Isn’t that your girl? Aren’t ya’ll you know...fucking? In a relationship?”
Erik laughs bitterly, “We are fucking, but she ain't my girl, Val. I don’t make bitches like Jada my girl. You gotta earn it and just because you have good pussy doesn’t mean you're mine. We fuck, that’s that.”
“Oh,” Valentina looks down at her knees, “She seems to think you two are together.”
“Look at me, Val.”
Valentina fixed her eyes on his. She wished she hadn’t.
“I know about her and Rodney already.”
“When did you find out?”
“last night. I saw Rodney leaving.”
“They are so stupid,” Valentina chuckles, “I don’t understand why she thought this would go on forever-”
“Oh, it can go on for infinity, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not surprised. I know how she gets down. She slept with a lot of niggas and that’s not even including bitches.”
“Yeah, Chanel, China-”
“I saw that in action a month ago,” Erik closes his eyes while laughing, “I respect the sexual awakening and togetherness though but you gotta be careful, feelings can get involved and I know Chanel felt some type of way when Rodney and Jada started having sex.”
“Oh, definitely. I’m shocked she slept through it all last night. I just hope Janelle doesn’t get like that. She has a boyfriend and everything.”
“Nelle just might. Tory, the one here on the basketball scholarship? He’s feeling Nelle heavy heavy, That Lil’ nigga is gunning for her.”
“Damn,” Valentina licks her lips, “I can’t believe I agreed to be a part of ASZD. I’m not cut out for this at all,” Valentina looked from side to side then between the books behind her head to see if anyone was around, “Gotta be careful talking about this shit here.”
“Can’t fuck up yall little secret society.”
“Shut up,” Valentina bumps Erik with her shoulder
“So, if you aren’t cut out for being a member for ASZD, then that means you aren’t freaky.” Erik jokes but then Valentina looked away with embarrassment.
“I’m just fucking with you, Val-”
“I’m sure you know about my initiation, right? I didn’t hear the end of that shit for at least a month. Jada made sure I remembered that horrible fucking night.” Valentina brought her knees to her chest, folding her arms across it and resting her chin there. She avoided Erik’s eyes and focused on the stack of books across from her on the shelf.
“Calvin talked a lot about you so all that other shit you heard is a fucking lie. Probably some shit that Jada made up to make you feel like shit because he jumped on you before her. I told you, Valentina, Jada be lovin’ the crew.”
“He liked it?” Valentina glanced over at Erik with a hopeful look in her eyes
“Oh yeah,” He smirks, “He said you had the wettest pussy in the motherfucking world. And the fattest pussy too.”
“For real?” Valentina hadn’t noticed that she scooted closer to Erik. He could smell whatever scented oil she was wearing. His dick jumped and tapped her textbook resting over his lap
“Girl, hell...yeah,” Erik cut his eyes down to stare at her cleavage. It couldn’t be helped because the compressed white turtleneck outlined her DD’s perfectly, “That nigga wanted round two honestly. If it wasn’t for him graduating he would have. Ma, he could not shut the fuck up about that body in general.”
“Oh my God,” Valentina squealed behind her hands, “So I’ve been feeling like shit for so long and he actually enjoyed it? I can’t believe Jada.”
“She’s jealous of you, Val.”
“I can’t understand why. She’s so pretty”
“Fuck all that. So are you.”
Valentina gawked at Erik like he spoke German. He frowned slightly at her reaction. How could she not believe she was more beautiful than Jada? Plus size or not Valentina is BAD. Badder than Jada in his opinion. Erik fully turns his body to face Valentina while bringing his knees up to rest his arms on. Her textbook thumped against the floor loudly because of all the silence. Valentina picks it up, closes it, and places it behind her with all her other belongings. Erik’s hand reaches out to touch her knee. Valentina melted like an ice sickle under the sun when his warm hand came into contact with her skin.
“What’s not beautiful about you?” Erik asks with a whisper.
“I know I’m beautiful, I just have my insecurities. All women do.”
“I can’t tell you what you should feel but I will say that you shouldn’t compare yourself to JJ.”
“Thanks, E,” Valentina gave Erik a sheepish smile, “Jada doesn’t deserve to fuck you-”
“What? You do?” Erik bites his bottom lip, “Is that what you’re telling me, baby girl?
“May-be,” Valentina murmured before giving a short, half-suppressed laugh. Erik reaches out to play in Valentina’s ombre honey blonde wig. She found herself rocking back and forth nervously because now, Erik was studying her face. If someone told her she would be coming to the Founders Library to run into Erik and flirt with him she would have cackled but now, Valentina couldn’t even mutter a word. She wondered what would happen next. If he kissed her, she wouldn’t stop him. He has nice full lips that looked like they tasted sweet. They had to be sweet right now because he was munching on an apple that’s currently going rotten right next to his left foot on the carpet.
“Nah, answer my question properly.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I feel like I deserve to fuck you instead of her.” She couldn’t believe the words that flowed from her mouth.
“Cool cuz that’s exactly what’s gon’ happen,” Erik peered behind him then over Valentina’s shoulder before turning his eyes back on hers, using the hand that was in her hair to push her knees apart forcefully so he could get a glimpse of her panties stretched over her phat pussy. Sure enough, sky blue cotton panties with little clouds on them, and a wet spot in the center, the fabric taut over her pussy lips and exactly what he needed to see. The perfect image to make his dick even stonier than what it already was.
Erik twirled his finger in an authoritative manner, “Take these off,” He demanded in a low gruff tone.
Valentina lifts her butt from the ground, using her thumbs to push her panties up and over her thighs, down her calves, and then over her boots. She waited patiently for Erik to pull her knees apart again as she watched over his shoulder closely. Anyone could come and find them. Erik’s sharp intake of breath is what made Valentina look at him. She could hear her pussy lips spread each time Erik opened and closed her legs. He was doing that on purpose, generating her pussy to make smacking noises. Valentina bit down on her lip and looked behind her, then over his shoulder again. She could feel her leg being lifted up and onto his back while Erik eases his way down to eat her pussy from the side. Valentina blinked her eyes rapidly before closing them when she felt Erik kiss her pussy lips. He repeated this going up and down her pussy. Valentina brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth. Now, Erik took his fingers to part her glimmering pussy lips. Directly in his face was her pink clit, labia, and entrance dripping with all her wetness. His entire face was in her pussy as soon as his tongue poked out to lick her pussy up in one strike. She could hear the way his tongue sounded gliding over her. The constant flickering and lapping noises like a dog licking water from a bowl.
“Uhhh,” She moaned softly, “Mmmhh, uhhhh.”
When his lips sucked lightly on her clit, Valentina’s head steadily fell back to rest against the bookshelf.
“Keep that leg up,” Erik whispered into her pussy. Valentina used her left hand to keep her left thigh up while her foot rested on Erik’s back. Her other thigh was down enough so Erik could properly fit his lips around her clit and labia to nibble on.
“Umph, uhhh,” Valentina couldn’t see him eat her pussy past her large breasts. If only she could watch the way he ate her.
“Shut that fucking noise up,” Erik spoke through clenched teeth.
“E-Erik, I c-can’ttttt,” She gasps, “Ohhh, Fuck. It feels so good please.” Her voice was barely audible.
Erik wiggled his tongue in her pussy, catching all of her juices in his mouth. Valentina’s hips bucked into his mouth, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Valentina tried to be aware of her surroundings but the more Erik tongue-fucked her and flicked that tongue up to show her clit some attention, She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Valentina lifted her hips off the carpet, Erik following her with his lips slurping her like an oyster. Valentina hissed sharply making her lungs burn from a deep breath she took while pushing his head away. Erik wasn’t having that, He smacked her hand away so loud the sound almost echoed through the many rows of books. Before Valentina could strengthen herself for what Erik had in store for her, she was flat on the carpet with Erik’s hand around her neck while he continued where he left off before she pushed his head away. The way he sucked on her made her thighs quake. She never felt pressure like that on her pussy. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into a silent scream. The heels of her boots dragged back and forth across the carpet. All she could see every time her watery eyes looked down was her mountainous breasts heaving up and down. The muscles in her belly twisted tightly causing her to get a painful cramp on her right side like she was doing sit-ups. He just would not...stop...sucking.
“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhh-uh-u-uhhh,” Her hot tears rolled down her cheeks and into her hairline. The feeling of her release crept up slowly like an intro to an orchestrated song. Erik’s hand gently released from around her neck to place his hand over her mouth. Eyes crossing like the Exorcist, Valentina’s hips oscillate back and forth into his voracious mouth. Her body finally gave in to his insatiable nature. She never knew a man could be this insane over eating pussy. Valentina could feel herself leaking into his mouth. He was right there to catch it all so he wouldn’t miss a drop. Like Calvin said, she has the wettest motherfucking pussy in the world. Valentina was so wet Erik’s lips smacking against her sounded like he was drinking from a puddle. Her thighs will slip and slide as she walked the rest of the day. Her ass was probably a mess too. So much came from her pussy. Erik couldn’t find it in him to stop. Valentina lightly pushes his head away with a pout of her lips. Erik caught sight of her pussy twitching before his eyes glanced up at hers to see her face. His nose down to his chin was covered in her mess. The lights above them caused the juices on his face to shimmer. His thick tongue licked around his lips and his hand smoothed down his face to wipe it clean. He could still smell the sweetness of her pussy on his upper lip and his face felt warm like her mound was a thermal.
“Goddayum, ma,” Erik adjusted his dick in his khaki cargo pants, “Just know I am eating this pussy whenever the fuck I feel like it, do you hear me? You are so fucking wet down here,” His fingers slipped between her fat lips, “Come sit with me at one of the desks up here. If I get a taste for some pussy I wanna be able to crawl under the table and eat it”
“Erik,” Valentina smoothed hair from her face, “Won’t people see-”
“Not where I sit. C’ mon, Valentina. Come with me to the table. I’m not finished eating your pussy just yet.”
“Won’t you have some later?” Valentina looked over Erik’s shoulder.
“Yeah, and then whatever time after that. But that’s later, I need that shit now.
“Ugh, this is too reckless,” She couldn’t ignore the way Erik was looking at her and the way he kept licking his lips like he was hoping there was still more of her left on his lips.
“It’s all good, Val, I promise,” Erik gave her a charming smile, “Please?”
This man could get anything he wanted.
“Okay, Erik.”
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It was raining heavily when the Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority arrived. The other Sororities such as Sigma Gamma Rho, Zeta Phi Beta, and Delta Sigma Theta were already there and dressed in nothing but their birthday suits. All women in all different shapes and sizes and shades of brown. They had the perfect fuck songs of the ’90s playing loudly from a large Bluetooth speaker system that belonged to whoever owned the loft. The only things missing from the large scatter of women were the men. Undergraduate students, Graduate students, Alumni, and even some men who had cash flow such as Lawyers, Doctors, and Engineers. All black and brown men who came to fuck and suck like them.
Valentina arrived wrapped in a long pink trench coat with a black lace teddy underneath and some black red bottom pumps; the only good pair of heels that she has. The rest of the Alpha Kappa Alpha entourage wore long trench coats as well, some wearing pink like Valentina and others wearing green like Jada. The only difference was that everyone else was completely bare underneath. Valentina didn’t have the confidence enough to drop that coat around her ankles and walk around with her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling with every step she took. That didn’t include her thighs and her stomach as well. She wished she had the same confidence as the other plus-sized women at the party. They were so sexy.
“The sex better be good this year because the guy I hooked up with last year was a joke!” China complains while removing her coat. She dropped it revealing A cup breasts, traveling down to at least a size 16 around the hips because she has a lot of ass. China kept her hair in a buzz cut and she colored it different colors but her favorite to flaunt was violet purple. China has almond-shaped chocolate eyes with skin that reminded you of maple syrup. Lips like Megan Good. If Valentina were to ever sleep with a woman it would be China. China was known for being the girl who orchestrated threesomes and orgies. The same men showed up every year with a few new ones sprinkled here and there. All tested and clean, and the Sorority ladies clean as well, some on birth control and enjoying the idea of a man fucking them and releasing their load deep inside of them while the other women needed the men to wear a condom. Some even enjoyed simply having their pussies ate and being fucked by ten-inch dildos. Valentina only had sex with Calvin a while ago and they used a condom because Valentina wasn’t on the pill. Now she was.
The men began to arrive. Some in groups and others by themselves. All of them knew each other except for if you were new to the ASZD parties. All of them were taken off guard when they walked into the loft to find every single woman there naked. The shared looks and mischievous smirks on their faces let Valentina know that this Freaky Friday would be the best so far. Valentina looks down at her lingerie set. She couldn’t do it. She was so shy and the way all these men looked they would probably jump on her. All these butt-naked women walking around with wet pussies. Jada and a Zeta Phi Beta Graduate student named Ariana decided to plan it where the men assumed it would be a 90’s house party for them to arrive in 90’s attire and find all these beautiful black women stripped and ready for dick. Huge fluffy floor pillows surrounded them so they could have the comfort to freak on.
H-Town Knockin’ da Boots played putting everyone in a vibe. Janelle was a lightweight, already drunk and twirling her petite naked hips to the beat.
Good lovin', body rockin', knockin' boots all night long, yeah
Makin' love until we tire to the break of dawn
But oh, come on, come on and turn the lights down, and let me get on it, yeah
'Cause when I do, just me and you, it'll be so right
A-give me some good love
(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots)
A-give me some good love
(Somebody rockin' knockin' da boots) somebody rockin', baby, ooh
Out of nowhere, Tory shows up behind Janelle wearing paint-splattered overalls and a tye-dye with a backward cap. Janelle looked back at him, biting her lip before bending over to grind her ass further into his crotch.
“That’s little sis ya’ll!” Jada spoke over the microphone before handing it over to Ariana.
Ariana spoke with her Dominican New York accent, “Time to strip! Let’s get busy!”
Valentina grabbed her cup of 1800 pineapple to take a long swig of. She needed it in that very moment. Every single one of them was blessed between their legs. Thick and long, curved and wide, lengthy and veiny. Moisturized, all shades of brown and heavy balls to suck on. Dicks swaying and wagging in her face. China was primal next to Valentina. She handed Valentina her cup when she spotted a 6’5 carob-skinned man with shoulder-length dreads and a body that would put Hercules to shame. China climbed that man like a tree, wrapping her plentiful thighs around his chiseled waistline that looked to be carved from stone. His fingers were so long when they squeezed her abundant ass and made it bounce up and down. That long tongue rolled along her neck like Venom. Valentina could not hold it together. She felt her knees wobble. Turning away from China didn’t help because everywhere she looked, her ASZD girls were either kissing, sucking, dancing, and fucking on a man of their choice. Moans overpowered Ginuwine’s Pony and the heat was turned up in that loft; literally. Valentina’s body was sweating. There was dampness on her forehead, back, chest, and thighs. The moisture between her legs was on a whole other level. The lace fabric of her thong felt slick and slimy. It was so wet that the crotch of the thong kept sliding to the left side of her mound causing her lips to spill out. All the moans had her heart pounding.
Mmm! mhm! ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Umph! Mmmmhhhh!
“Erik!”
Valentina’s eye cut to the entrance of the loft. Erik was fashionably late and shocked. He was wearing a cropped muscle t-shirt with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it, some basketball shorts, and a neon 90’s hat that reminded Valentina of the hats that Wesley Snipes wore in White Man Can’t Jump. He looked around like he woke up from a coma. Jada rushes over towards him with her large teardrop breasts bouncing. Jada tried wrapping her arms around Erik’s neck but he was walking away from her with his mindset on reaching Valentina. Valentina felt like she was stuck in a soap opera moment with the way Jada glared at her.
“Erik, where the fuck are you going? Erik?!” Jada yelled angrily.
Valentina wasn’t surprised that no one reacted to Jada’s loud outburst. Erik took his hand, gripping the back of Valentina’s head, and pulling her in for a searing kiss. His tongue was lethal. Valentina’s eyebrows furrowed and her arms reached out to squeeze his biceps. Erik’s hands gripped her cheeks to keep her steady while his lips and tongue did all the work. She needed to breathe because Erik was literally sucking the air from her lungs with such ferocity Valentina was growing weak. Erik finally stops, Valentina, taking in a deep breath before closing her eyes and rocking backward as if she were dizzy.
“Why do you still have this on, Val?” Erik looked at her lingerie with raised brows, “Daddy’s here now you can take this off.”
“Out here?” Valentina looked around at all the sex, “In the open?”
“We don’t have to,” Erik rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, “I want you to myself anyway. I plan on being in you all fucking night so what’s good?”
“We can go to the bedroom,” Valentina sucked on Erik’s thumb, “Please?”
“I got you, ma. Let’s go all this sex got my dick so fucking hard. You gon’ suck Daddy’s dick like I sucked on that pussy earlier?”
Valentina was having flashbacks while leading the way past everyone exploring each other. He was a man of his word when she sat with him at the study table. She wasn’t even sitting there for ten minutes when Erik puts his iPad down looking around him secretly, before lowering his body under the table and crawling between her legs. Erik ripped her panties down the crotch without even taking them off before licking her pussy. He did that about three times before she couldn’t take anymore. The largest bedroom in the loft was where they went. It had a great view of DC. Erik didn’t close the door. Valentina nervously looked towards the bed then over at Erik expectantly. Erik started undressing, Valentina finally having the opportunity to admire him. Broad-shouldered, sturdy, and powerful. The gym had to be his second home.
“Get on your knees and be Daddy’s good girl. It’s my turn now, baby girl. Show me how freaky you can get on this Freaky Friday.”
“Wait,” Valentina walked towards the door to turn off the lights, “It’s better like this.”
“Nah, turn the lights back on.”
“But Erik-”
“Valentina flip the switch.” Erik commands, “Do it.”
“Ugh, okay,” Valentina pouts, “It’s just better that way-”
“How am I supposed to see you? Are you tryna hide from me-”
“No, I swear-”
“I think you are,” Erik walked towards her with labored steps but his eyes were gluttonous and his lips were curled up into a wolfish grin, “we're fucking with the lights on. I want to see everything.”
Valentina was moving too slow for him so Erik flicked it on himself. His left hand covered the switch while his right hand elevated her chin to make her look at him.
“Look at those eyes,” Erik bit down on his full bottom lip, “How do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?”
“Deep and hard,” Valentina spoke softly.
“Let me see that body, ma,” Erik removed his hand from her chin to pull down her left strap to the lingerie she wore, “It’s just me and you. Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?”
“Mhm, I remember,” She was exposed from the waist up now. Valentina pressed her face into Erik’s solid chest. He uses her hair to pull her back so he could look at her breasts. Large and bell-shaped with tawny colored areolas and nipples. Erik could see her veins under her peanut butter skin. So healthy and hefty. He imagined himself laying on them like pillows. Erik leans down to suck on her breasts while holding them up in his mouth. Valentina weakly nibbled on her bottom lip with a scrunchy nose and eyes shut. Her hand stroked the back of his head, dragging her nails over the faded area of his hair. She could smell lavender castor oil in his hair. While he sucked, his hands pulled down the rest of her lingerie except for her thong. Valentina’s arms wrapped around her stomach. She really wanted the lights off. Erik sensed her insecurity, placing soft kisses up her neck and to her lips again. Valentina melted in his mouth and slowly, her arms fell from around her belly. Erik pulled her body in close almost lifting her from the floor. Valentina giggles against his lips causing Erik to give her a dimpled smile.
“Don’t you ever cover up when you’re with me, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” Valentina blushes.
“That’s my good girl. Now let Daddy force this dick in your mouth. Show me how you suck now, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” Valentina got down on her knees, reaching out to pull Erik’s basketball Shorts off. She looked up at him through her lashes while pulling those shorts down that were already poked out in the crotch because of his dick. When Erik’s dick finally sprang free, it hit Valentina in the nose. She went cross-eyed staring at it. Getting into a squat, Valentina grips her Daddy’s dick, bringing her face closer to wrap her juicy lips around the tip of his dick. She began to suck lightly before lowering her lips to try and fit him further inside.
“Good girl deepthroating Daddy, you better try and fit my dick in there before I pop that ass. Give it a nice smack.”
Valentina drooled and slobbered as she controlled her breathing to fit him all in. Screw fucking ten inches of the dildo when you have all this real dick in front of you waiting. He was giving her the dick without even touching her. His hands were behind his back while his hips moved.
“Open that mouth, BABY, let Daddy put that dick all the way in. Say I love big black dick.”
Valentina slips her mouth off before licking her lips, “I love big black dick,” She spoke timidly.
“Say, I want Daddy’s big black dick in my phat pussy all night,” Erik strokes Valentina’s hair back.
“I want Daddy’s big black dick in my pussy all night,” She licked his tip.
“Hmm, yes, you knew Daddy would be horny and needed a throat to fuck?”
Valentina nods her head while sucking his dick with her mocha eyes drawing him in.
“You got some sexy ass eyes, ma. Looking up at me like that. Are you gonna suck the cum out this dick and swallow it?”
She blinked at him while nodding her head.
“That pretty face with those big brown eyes looking at me like you want me to turn you out. Stay still so I can fuck your face with this big dick.” Erik fisted Valentina’s hair to keep her still while his hips propelled his dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged and made gurgling noises around his thick pipe each time he went deeper. Valentina and Erik hadn’t noticed a chick from Delta Sigma Theta sucking dick herself outside of the bedroom door while forcing a glass dildo in and out of her pussy. She had a few towels laid out under her butt to soak up her squirting mess. Speaking of squirting, that was exactly what her pussy was doing. She pulled that cream covered glass dildo out and rubbed her clit to help her pussy squirt. The guy getting his dick sucked palmed the back of her head and forced his dick inside so hard and deeply that her nose touched his pelvis.
“Can you help me bust a nut before I play all in that pussy? I’m tryna give you this big black dick from the back, you little nasty bitch. Hmph, that's my girl.”
UGHH!” Erik snatched Valentina’s lips from his dick, some of his cum shooting on her cheek before her lips hungrily swallowed him whole again to milk him more. He tasted so damn good. Valentina fingered the cum from her cheek to lick clean. She swallowed cum for the first time. Now she wanted some more but Erik was pulling her up from the floor and walking her over to the bed where he arched her body over it. He didn't waste any time spreading her pussy lips apart to munch on her peach. Instantly, Valentina was a fountain in Erik’s mouth. She squirted and squirted each time he sucked on her clit like it was a never-ending popsicle. That was her weakness. LIcking and tongue-fucking her pussy did that job too but when his full lips wrapped around her clit and labia and sucked she wasn’t herself anymore.
“Fuck, Daddy, stopppppp uhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” She whimpered with her release. All Erik kept whispering was that she was so wet, so fucking wet, so juicy.
“Daddy, Daddy, nooooo, umph, Daddy, Umph!!!!!”
Valentina had Erik’s face between her ass cheeks from how hard she rocked back and forth. Erik slowly but tightly pulled his lips off her clit, finally full with her juices. He wipes his mouth with the back of her hand before rubbing Valentina’s clit. His eyes looked up to see a few chicks in the bedroom, on the bed, rubbing their pussies. They were all eyeing Erik heavily, hoping to have their turn next. They all stared with dripping pussies while finger-fucking and rubbing themselves. It was such an erotic sight.
“Look what you’ve done,” Erik pops Valentina’s ass, “You got all these bitches in here waiting for me. Look at their fucking faces, come on, do it, bitch,” Erik barked out between clenched teeth while fixing her arch so he could fuck her, “They are so fucking desperate, shit doesn’t make no sense, HOLD THAT PUSSY OPEN WHILE I BEAT IT UP!”
Valentina quickly did what she was told while staring at the women as they moaned and came all over the bed.
“Yes, Daddy, bang my pussy out,” Valentina begged.
“Can you bang mines out next?” Valentina recognized the face. Her name was Taylor, they had Sophomore English ii together. Tall chick with long lemonade braids in her hair and features that reminded her of Dorothy Dandridge. A striking beauty.
“Fuck,” Erik’s dick got harder at that. He grabs Valentina’s cheeks while using his hips to push his dick in. Not only was she wet, but she was also tight too. It felt like a force grabbed hold of his hips to make him push his dick in all the way. It happened so fast, no time for Valentina to get used to him. She clenched him tightly that his dick sank in. She arched further, her head whipping around to give him a dumbstruck look. She was stuffed to the hilt with ten inches of big black dick.
“Oh my God it’s so thick,” She pants heavily.
All the women around them moaned in unison. A few guys piled into the room to help them out since their pretty pink pussies needed attention from a man and fast. Now, it was like one big orgy.
“Erik, it’s so big. Daddy, you were right, it’s so huge inside of me! I can’t even move without feeling it in my stomach, Oh! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She said that each time Erik dug deep.
“Listen to how her pussy sounds!” A random guy's voice yelled out.
“Damn, Erik, yo, she’s creaming all over your shit.”
“Give it to him baby, it’s okay,” A seductive female voice spoke.
“I just love to watch a big dick nigga fuck some black pussy! Ahhh!”
It was multiorgasmic. Just hearing other people getting fucked and watching big black dicks swing in her face with Erik grunting and clawing at her hips while he pounded away inside of her gave Valentina a sexual high. A straight-up fuckfest. Dicks, tits, ass, and pussy. You had women who came to these events with the urge to suck dick. You had other chicks who needed their puss ate out so bad to the point that the person sitting next to them were their victims. China was in that room and Valentina caught a glimpse of her grabbing the back of an ASZD member's neck, bringing her face down and in her puss.
“Look back and watch this dick while I fuck you,” Erik watched as Valentina looked back at him with her sexy eyes that he couldn’t get enough of.
“Make a mess on this dick, pussy just creaming while you getting fucked. So you like em’ long and thick, huh?”
“Ummm, yesssss,” Valentina loved the way he stretched her.
“You were built for a big dick in you, huh? Show out, ma, show me how much you love the way I treat this good pussy.”
Erik went still while Valentina bounced off his dick. She was fucking him like she was fucking a dildo suctioned to the wall. Erik just bites down on his lip painfully and watched her ass ricochet off of him. Valentina was throwing that ass in a circle on his dick.
“Yeah that’s right, fuck me hard. You cumming? You gon’ use Daddy’s big dick to make yourself cum? You gon’ use me, ma? Wet fucking pussy, I need all that, use me, uh-huh, mhm, pussy sound wet as fuck too, throw it back on Daddy’s dick baby girl, yes, you the best, baby, fuckkkkk, cum, cum, I bet this feels amazing-”
“OOOOOOOOO, Uhhhhhhhh!” Valentina’s ass clapped louder than any other chick in that room while she came on Erik’s rigid pole.
“Long strokes only,” He thrust forward so sharp and sudden making Valentina let out a silent scream.
Fuck, I love it. Why your dick so big like this? Why Daddy? W-why?” She shuddered when he hit her hard from the back.
“Fill her up so good!”
“She got that phatty too!”
“That’s how you work a pussy.”
“All up in that shit.”
Valentina’s hair was being pulled as her hands reached out in front of her to grab hold of the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks while Erik used all his strength to knock her pussy down and into that bed. The headboard smacked against the wall as he chased his release.
“Look how far it goes in! Mmm”
“Daddy, I love this dick. I’m yours, I’m all yours, fuck me like this all the time, Be a good Daddy and fuck me like a Daddy would. Make me your little slut, yes, Daddy!”
“GODDAYUM oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!”
Erik was defeated. He slaps Valentina’s ass causing it to sting as his dick rippled and expanded inside of her to shoot his cum into her pussy like he was busting a cap in her.
“Fuck my dick with your wet pussy baby! Give me your juices on my dick!”
“Umph, I’m coming, Daddy,” She turns onto her back, pulling her legs back and making that pussy laid out for more.
“Come to Daddy then.” Erik put that dick back inside its rightful place sliding in and out that wet puss.
She felt so warm with a belly full of cum. He still wanted more of Valentina. The night was young. She will offer her wet pussy to him as long as he continued to be the best Daddy and fuck her silly. Exactly what she needs.
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Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-22
I can't wipe the smile off my face as I head back to my dormitory. Dean had driven almost 70 miles, an hour one-way, just to speed a few hours on a college campus with me.
I grab the knob on my door and open it, walking into the room. Sheila and Debby are sitting on Sheila's bed. They look at me and smirk.
"What?" I ask.
"Now, I know you made your bed this morning before you left for class," Sheila begins.
"And now it's a rumpled mess. Look-" Debby says, pointing to my side of the room. "-the sheet is barely hanging on and the comforter is practically in the floor!"
"Plus it smells like sex in here," Sheila claims. "So we want to know who'd you boink today? Valentine's Day 2010."
I can feel the heat of the blush rise up on my cheeks. I can't exactly tell them who had been in my room, in my bed, buried inside me could I? So I just stand there embarrassed and flustered.
Dean's cum was dripping out of me into my panties and my roommate and her best friend was questioning my activities. Shit!
I relent and tell them, "Just a guy from back home."
"Oooo, so he drove all this way, just to see you for a few hours and a quick romp in the sack? On Valentine's Day?!" Sheila questions.
"It must be love," she continues, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Girl, why haven't you told me about him?! Who is he? How'd you meet?"
"Where is he?" Debby interjects, but I don't hear her. Sheila's words have me panicking.
Love? No, Dean doesn't love me. He loves my mom! But then the words he said right before we had sex come back to me. "Can I make love to you now?”
OH. MY. GOD! Has Dean fallen in love with me?!
Trying to quell my overactive mind and flailing heartbeat, I focus on their questions. Thinking quickly, I come up with answers.
"His name is John. We went to school together," I lie. "And he only had a few hours today so he drove up here to see me for Valentine's Day and now is on his way back."
"How long has this been going on?"
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"Dude how long have you been seeing someone?!" Sheila asks, rolling her eyes.
"Oh. Since last summer, "I tell them as I begin to try to remake my bed. "My 21st birthday actually. " Well, at least it's not ALL a lie.
"Oh," Sheila says and then her eyes widen. "OH! He is daddy isn't he?!'
“I really don’t want to talk about that,” I say as I begin picking at the hem of my shirt. “It’s private.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. But,” Sheila says as she and Debby head toward the door. “When do we get to meet him? You know put him through the test, give him the ‘You hurt her’ talk?”
“Soon,” I fib. “As soon as he can get away and get back up here.”
SPRING BREAK
I wake with no problem Friday morning, knowing that after turning in my projects for Commerce and Statistics, I will have 9 ½ days of time off to do absolutely nothing.
Well, Dean. I plan to do a lot of Dean during Spring Break. I have ideas and intentions of getting my mother's boyfriend in my bed, in my arms, in my pussy.
Ever since Valentine's Day, I had memorised and analyzed every single thing that was said and done and could only come up with one result.
Dean Winchester has fallen for me. He is in love with me! The thought causes a flutter in my chest and puts a smile on my face because I feel the same. And I can't wait to go home for Spring Break and tell him; to say the words I've never told anyone else.
As soon as I submit my report to Professor DuMire, I take off running out of the lecture hall and to my car. If I leave now, I can make it home before Ben gets out of school and Mom or Dean gets home. It will give me time to put my plan into action.
But when I pull into the driveway an hour later, my good mood quickly deflates when I see mom's car in the drive. 'What is she doing home so early?'
Parking behind her Fusion, I turn the key off and look toward the house. 'Well not everything is ruined,' I think to myself. 'I still have time to enact my scheme for seduction.'
I open the door, pulling my duffel from the backseat before heading inside. As soon as the door opens, Mom appears with a baseball bat raised, ready to strike.
"Mom?! What are you doing?" I ask.
"Oh! Abs," she says, relief evident in her tone. Show lowers the weapon and keans it against the staircase. "Thank god it's you."
She looks over her shoulder. "Ben, it's okay. It's just your sister. Come say hi."
'Ok,' I think. 'There's definitely something going on. She's never made Ben talk to me unless he wanted to. "
I'm torn from my thoughts as sixty pounds of kid tackles into me. Ben wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel him shaking.
"Ok, what the fuck is going on?" I demand. "Where's Dean?"
Mom's face falls as she says, "Ben, why don't you go upstairs and play your game."
Ben lets go of me and does as she asks with no hesitation. As soon as he is out of earshot, Mom turns back to me.
"He's gone. Uh, his brother showed up here. Apparently some bad guys were after him so he faked his death last year." She heads into the kitchen so I follow.
"So his brother came back? Where are they? Gone to the bar? Gone to catch up?"
"No," mom answers with tears in her eyes. "Sam showed up and then the next day the people who were after him showed up. Your brother and I ran out of the house. Dean took us to his uncle Bobby's house while he and Sam came back to deal with it.
"When it was safe, Dean came and got us and brought us home but then he packed up and left with Sam. Said it wasn't finished and that as soon as it was, he'd be back. That was 2 weeks ago"
My heart was breaking in my chest at the thought of Dean in danger. "Have you heard from him? When will he be home?"
My voice is calm and collected although inside I was going crazy. 'No, this can't be happening! He can't be gone! I love him! I was going to tell him I am in love with him!'
"He calls when he can," she explains. "Trying to keep more things from coming here to use us as bait so he calls to check in but that's about it."
I will the tears I feel welling up to stay at bay as I ask my next question. "Mom? Do you think he's coming back?"
"Truthfully, Abby…..I don't know."
I hold the tears off until I get to my room. As soon as the door closes, I release them and throw myself on my bed, muffling my sobs with my pillow.
When I slide my hand under the cushion my hand hits something. I grab it and pull it out. It's an envelope with my name scribbled across the front.
As soon as I see the messy penmanship I know exactly who wrote it. Dean. I rip it open, gently piling the page from its confines.
A new set of tears plague my eyes as I read the letter.
Abigail,
I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
I'm in the middle of something I don't really understand. And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me to understand?
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time, Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you.
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.
Baby girl, there is no maybe about any of this. Before you, I was a lonely man. I didn't know what caring deeply for someone meant until I met you (the grown up you). I am amazed at how well you understood me and took me for who I am.
I understand that life had to go this way to bring you into my path. I am amazed at how well we got along, even before we began making love. And I'm definitely sure am afraid of the way this is ending, me leaving without saying goodbye to you and I sure as hell am amazed at how much this hurts; how fucking much I'm going to miss you. I love you.
Dean (Daddy)
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Corona Diares pt 3: An Arrangement Sequel
Prompt: Maybe for the Corona diaries we could discuss Shawn and Y/n having the baby talk and how they both have different views on it, like Y/n last concern is having baby with the epidemic happening but Shawn just can’t help be day dream about it so they’re just both conflicted.
WARNINGS: Smut, lots of smut, talks of abortions
*y/n’s point’ of view*
Look, you sympathized with the parents and the zoom meetings and trying to remember fourth grade math. Truly! Familyhood in the middle of a pandemic was rough. At least it seemed rough on instagram. However, y/n and Shawn had their own trials and tribulations okay? Like really important, complex shit. Honestly.
“Babe I can’t get good leverage, the countertop’s too high.” He groaned against your shoulder.
You whined softly licking a--truly perfectly made--chocolate meringue off his shoulder.
“Mmm. Leverage feels just fine to me papi.”
His hips stuttered against yours and your legs tightened wonderfully.
“God I love it when you call me that.”
“Yea and I like eating my desserts off your body. So maybe keep some motion in that ocean and take me across the finish line.” You giggled.
“I love you so fucking much. C’mere.”
Quarintine sex is a lot of hard work y’all. It’s also a world of possibilities. Fun...inventive...delightful possibilities. You loved being a married woman in her thirties. No kids. No major responsibilities besides the health and wellbeing of each other. And beyond the world falling apart and the crippling weight of depression, ya girl had to get serotonin in whatever way possible. Enter Shawn’s dick.
Sex in the bedroom was no longer as enticing as sex...everywhere else. The beauty of being grown ass adults with no children, in a big ole house all by yourselves was there you could be creative. And Shawn and you loved to get creative.
“What if you rode me in the home theater babe? I’ve always secretely wanted to have sex at the movies.”
You had just finished getting handsy in the shower and you were trying to dry his slobber off your neck while this man was already trying to get you in another compromising position. Men.
You rolled your eyes at him. “If you think I’m doing all that thigh work just so you can watch Harry Potter, you’ve got another thing coming, sir.”
“Ew! I would never watch a movie with children in it while we’re having sex. What the hell do I look like?”
“The nerd that you are.” You snorted.
“Funny. Very funny.”
Shawn ran a towel through his curls leaving you to stand in front of the mirror watching him instead. It’d been weeks since his last hair cut and his curls were getting long. He usually kept it short for you, because he knew you preferred in that way. But in hindsight there was something quite enticing about the way those curls looked flopped against his head. He looked so damn soft.
He looked up at you and smiled gently before turning to wrap his arms around your waist. His lips trailed your skin still fresh from the shower. You could smell the mint body wash you used, and the warmth of his shampoo. His lips were warm against your cool skin. You melted against him with ease, didn’t even question it. He’d always been your weakness.
“I just thought it could be fun. Different.” He hummed against your shoulder. “Truth is, making love to you is always going to be amazing. So, we can do it wherever you’re comfortable.”
“You mean that?” You mumbled fingers dancing into his curls.
“Of course.”
“The first part though? Even when I’m old and my ass is saggy and so are my arms and my boobs and everything else?”
He rolled his eyes. “As if you even have to ask me that. I’m in love with your soul baby. Everything else will only get better with time.”
Those cheesy lines of his were so ridiculous. And yet here you were being swept up by them constantly. Ew.
“Yea, okay big guy...So, the home theater huh?”
His eyes widened and he nodded quickly like a dog wagging his tail, curls flopping against you.
“And you can pick next. Anywhere you wanna go, anything you wanna do. I only aim to please. And we both know I do.”
“You are so cocky and so obnoxious, it’s astounding.”
He grinned down at you without care.
“Exactly. It’s basically why you married me, my sweet.”
Well. he had you there.
***
“Fuuuuuuck.” He whined.
You giggled leaning back into your glutes to push further down his length. His hands were all over you. Desperate and needy. Who would have thought shawn would be right? You were liking this theatre more by the minute.
“Feel good?” You hummed leaning back onto his knees.
“You know it does. T--Take this off. Need to see you.”
His fingers reached for the straps of your bra, hips still rutting beneath you. You smiled down at him reaching behind your back to undo the snaps. The second he touches you, the second his palms are on your body? Caressing. Touching. Gripping. It’s phenomenal. Leaves you gasping for breath so hard you think you might pass out. The fucking home theatre.
“‘M gonna cum.” you whimpered clawing at his shoulder.
“Yea? Cum for me then. Be a good girl and fucking cum.”
He bucked his hips again sending you sprawled out over his shoulder. And then it was a tight grip on your waist drilling into you for all that you were worth it. It didn’t matter how much you screamed, how much you sobbed, even if you begged him to stop. Shawn was after complete and total destruction. And he always got what he wanted.
“Fuck you are so beautiful when you cum.” He sighed hunting down your lips with his own. “I love you.”
“Mmm I love you. Hold me.” You demanded, legs still very much quivering.
“I can do that.”
And so you sit for a while, all the fire and brimstone of dominance gone, and replaced with comfort. You loved the way he held you. The way his fingers drew lines on your back, and his neck still gave way to the feel of his heart beat. Being intimate with Shawn was one of your favorite pastimes, and you swore it wasn’t just the sex. It was so much about him and who he was and how he made you feel. You were his because of it.
“I know what I want mine to be.”
��Hmm?”
You licked your dry lips and leaned up still feeling the stretch in your thighs. The way his fingers gripped your ass was a dream.
“I want it on the roof in the sunlight. On the day beds. Just like Rome.”
He chuckled and moved his hands along your back again.
“Rome, aye? Shit. I haven’t thought about Rome in years. You used to scare the shit out of me, you know that?”
You snorted. “I should still scare the shit out of you if you know better.”
“Oh you do, just for different reasons. I was so scared of saying the wrong thing. So scared of losing you before I even got you. I--I wanted it all to be perfect. I was so in love with you already and I didn’t even know it.” He chuckled. “Hey we’ve had a pretty good go at it so far, haven’t we?”
“I’d say so. I’ve never been happier in my life, so I think we’re good right here ya know?” You said, and reached for his curls to tug them back against his head. “I’ve been in love with you so long I can’t remember feeling anything else.”
He smiled so big it made your heart sore. So you kissed him and squeezed your fingers into the firm muscle of his shoulders. And he held you against his chest in the middle of the home theatre with nothing but the sounds of your breathing against one another. Life is perfect in that one little moment where the outside world couldn’t find you, couldn’t take what the two of you had if it fucking tried.
***
“You’d make such a beautiful mother one day.” He hummed and rolled one of your curls around his fingers.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm. I’m gonna be honest I always thought the pregnant fetish thing was weird, but perhaps I could be persuaded.”
“Ew! Shawn, you’re such a creep!” You grunted shoving at his arms
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He whined. “I swear. I just...you’d be beautiful, ya know? I can’t think of another joy stronger in this world than to make a baby with you.”
You bit your lip at that, eyes flickering to and away from his face.
“Shawn...we talked about this.”
“Yea, when we first got married. And if I remember correctly that ‘talk’ was you saying you weren’t ready to talk about it.”
“Yea, well I’m still not ready.” You huffed. “The fucking world is ending and you wanna try and bring another person into the middle of a shitstorm?”
“Hey, look at me? I’m not pressuring you. I’m not telling you I wanna have a baby today. I’m simply saying that I’ve been thinking about it, and I’d like us to discuss it. I--I want a family with you, y/n. When we got married, we both said kids weren’t off the table. I just wanna talk about it.”
“Okay just...not right now okay? Can’t we just enjoy the day together?”
“Of course.”
He kissed your head and settled firmly against you on the day beds. It was nice, but you knew the conversation was far from over.
***
Shawn and you liked to take the day to yourselves. It was a good way to manage time and not get sick of each other so much. Shawn would spend the day in his studio, or going for a run while you tried to master the art of breadmaking, or worked on securing more donations for front line workers and impacted community members. Then for dinner you’d meet again, almost like a date. It kind of felt exciting. Sometimes you dressed up and ordered something special. If not he’d cook something or you would. Dinner was still a special time for the two of you, a time to reconnect and come together.
Dinner tonight is this amazing italian place who did bolognese better than you had the time or precision to pull off. Shawn grabs a bottle of wine from the cellar. There’s garlic bread. It’s a wonderful fucking time. Until it isn’t.
“Hey, I was thinking after dinner we could go sit in the backyard? I’ll build us a fire. We can get drunk and maybe break into that stash of ours.”
You placed the salad on the dinner table while Shawn moved the food to plates.
“Hmmm. Sure, that sounds fun to me. I haven’t been high in days. This pandemic keeps going, I’ll end up on some Seth Rogen shit.”
“Good...and uh maybe before we get too fucked up we could . . . return to that conversation from earlier this week?”
You paused at the kitchen table, tension appearing thick and heavy in your shoulders. It was too soon. You weren’t ready yet. And the thought of his fucking doe eyes by campfire light was making you more anxious than ever.
“Conversation meaning?”
You went to grab napkins only for him to stop you at the kitchen counter. His eyebrows were raised in irritation but his hands couldn’t be softer on your hips. That was your guy, always giving everything to you even when you couldn’t be more stubborn.
“You know what I mean, sweetheart. Please? Just talk to me?”
And you were his girl because despite every nerve ending in your being that yearned to be in control, to have all the answers a hundred percent of the time, you could still always fall right into him. Give and take had never looked so good.
“Okay. After dinner. But I want to open the bottle of whiskey from the Obamas. Michelle would want that for me.”
He rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead.
“Of course she would. Let’s eat.”
The backyard is a near endless field. Shawn had promised you apple trees and peach trees and mint and carrots and arugula. And you got it, though it would be a while before you would see the fruits of your labor, pun intended. There was room for growth is perhaps the point. So, when you sat there on a beautiful summer night, right around the campfire with two glasses of whiskey and a blunt, it felt far from suffocating. Shawn had a way of making you feel calm in the craziest of times. It’s what you loved most about him, what had drawn you to him all those years ago. He was always the light, the cool to balance out your heat. Tonight is no different.
“Y/n, I want a baby.”
Welp, so much for that.
“Well shit, no lube on the entrance huh? You’re just going straight for it.” You sighed between gulps of whiskey.
He only smiled the smile of a man who had grown used to your relentless beating around the bush. It was so annoying to be endlessly loved and intimately known by him. Ugh.
“It’s your body. And I respect that so much. That’s why I want us to talk about it. We always said after the label was stable, after the house was put together, after we lived for a little while. And I just keep watching all these milestones pass us by ya know? The awards and the honors and everything else I...I don’t want to spend my whole life accumulating stuff for no one to share it with.” He explained.
You peered down into your glass and reached to pour another shot.
“You’ve got me.”
“I do. And that’s the greatest privilege I’ve ever known, but I think you know that’s not quite what I meant, y/n.”
You rolled your eyes and slid down in your seat until your head peered up into the night and the blanket had fallen around your waist.
“Yea, I know. Look I just...I can’t help but feel like Mother Nature hereself is telling us all to calm the fuck down right now, and I don’t know that bringing a baby into the world doesn’t shit all over that.”
He nodded. “I know that things are kind of crazy right now. I guess that’s why I’ve been thinking about it. I--I want something good to come out of all this. We’re finally forced to slow the hell down, and I guess it just sort of feels like maybe Mother Nature wants us to be doing something with it.”
“And you think she wants you to cum inside of me, is that it?”
He’d been holding the blunt hostage for long enough, and so you reached for his fingers so he could hold the blunt to your lips. His expression was one of amusement.
“I already do that sweetheart. You’ve got a bit of a breeding kink.”
“Excuse me?!” You gasped sending a coughing fit through your system.
Shawn clapped you against your back to make sure you were okay and laughed like any of this was funny.
“Hey, I don’t judge. I told you I aim to please, only. Look this is beside the point. It’s not about the sex. If it was about the sex, we’d just keep having more sex. This is about a serious conversation about our life together. We’ve been married three years now, and I think we’re ready to move to the next step. In fact I don’t think there’s ever been a better time to plan out the next phase of things.”
Your eyes stayed on your drink. Stayed on the blanket or the fire. Anything to not have to look your husband in the eye.
“But I...I get pregnant and I lose everything that I am Shawn.”
He frowned at you, fingers reaching to caress your chin.
“How could you say that to me? You think I’m the kind of guy who wants you barefoot and pregnant? Sweetheart you run one of the largest labels in the industry. I--I would never take that away from you.”
“But the--the touring? The night long studio sessions? The negotiation meetings that last hours. How can I do any of that and be a mom? I--I’ll lose who I am, everything I worked so hard to become.” You sniffled. “I’m not ready to give it all up yet.”
“Honey you don’t have too! I’m not saying it’s gonna be peachy fucking keen for either of us. How am I supposed to tour, write records, fly across the world? It’s gonna be hard to figure it out, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try, right? I--I mean...you want to start a family with me, right?”
His voice got so low and his eyes downcast. You knew him better than anyone, better than you sometimes knew yourself. There was a pain in his face. A betrayal you’d only seen once before when you thought leaving might make life easier for the two of you. Shockingly enough it still guts you all the same. And so the tears come strong and your fingers tremble on the glass because there’s no one, absolutely no one, you'd want to hurt less than him.
“It’s not what you’re thinking.” you whispered.
He reached for your face now and made work with his thumb to rid your face of tears.
“Yea? Tell me then. What is it that I’m thinking?”
You blinked up at him and swallowed. “Shawn I...It’s not that I don’t want kids. It’s just that something happened to me a long time ago and I guess--I guess I’m just not quite over it yet.”
He nodded. “Okay. And what’s that? You can tell me anything sweetheart, I just wanna understand.”
You broke gently from the hold of his hands and reached for the bottle of whiskey. Only this time it was his glass you refilled.
“You’re gonna want that.” You sighed. “Look the industry was much different when I was coming up than it is now. There were absolutely no safeguards to protect women like me. And I--I didn’t have a fancy degree. I wasn’t white. I wasn’t a man. I had to crawl my way up the ladder until my fucking fingers bled, alright?”
“Of course. I know how hard you worked.” He mumbled in agreement.
“Yea well, not quite. I was twenty years old. I left home to tour with Paramore. It was my first gig doing more than the merch table. I was assistant to the production manager. It was my shot. The tour was for over ninety dates. It would have cemented my place you know? The opportunities were endless if I did a good job. Plus during the day the band was bored so everyone would just hang out, play music. People started to notice that I knew what I was talking about.”
“I was a dumbass kid. I was just as driven as I am now but I didn’t really take things seriously. I drank. I partied. Did all sorts of dumb shit. And uh...I made a really fucking stupid mistake.” You sniffled.
You reached for your drink only to finish it and reach for Shawn’s. His hand stayed warm and soothing on your back as the tears worked their way down your face. He was calm and quiet and attentive. It only left more room for you to be honest and to also revel in your pain a little bit.
“It’s okay. I’m right here.” He whispered.
You shook your head and tried to control your emotions, but it just wasn’t in the cards.
“I slept with some guy. H--He worked in audio. It wasn’t serious, but I didn’t want anything serious. I wanted to be free, whatever the fuck that means. After a few months I notice my period’s late. We were between legs so I was at home.”
You had to pause to let the tears run down so that they didn’t choke you as much.
“Oh y/n. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
But you’ve dredged it up now. You’ve reached deep into the part of yourself that was made up of past selves and you shook her free. There was nothing left to do but see it all through.
“I got pregnant and I thought my life was over. You think a black woman in the music industry is a tough cut, a black pregnant woman is like a fucking unicorn. I--I had just made it. My boss was promising my pick of future tours. I was gonna learn from the greats. I was gonna...I was gonna be the business woman I always wanted to be.” You sobbed. “I couldn’t lose it Shawn. It was everything I ever wanted.”
“I understand.” He nodded, eyes wet and voice uneven. “I hear every word you’re saying. And I’m so sorry. I--I didn’t realize. Come here, please?”
He held you for a while. Your face in his neck and his fingers rubbing into the skin of your back. He was trying to root you, to bring you back down from the clouds where you sometimes couldn’t help but go. It was a place you hadn’t been in so long, but here you were facing a part of yourself you’d done everything to forget.
“Ti went with me to a clinic.” You whispered hoarsely in his ear. “She’s the only other person I’ve ever told. Not even the father. I’m sorry.”
His arms tightened around you. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. Never, do you hear me? I’m so sorry you went through that. And I’m sorry you were in a position that made you choose. I’m just sorry. I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
His shoulder is as great a place as any to wipe tears and to find solace at the same time. No one had ever held you like Shawn. There’s a warmth there that couldn’t be found in the fire or the weed or the whiskey. He was special. The love of your life for lack of a better word.
“I--I’m sorry. I should have told you when we got married.”
“No. I’m only happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me now. That’s all that matters to me. Look let’s not talk about this anymore tonight. We can come back to it. Let’s get you to be instead huh?”
You nodded softly. “Yea. Please.”
“Course. Let me put the fire out. Just sit here, finish your drink. I’ll take care of everything.”
The last thing you remember was him pulling you into his arms The smell of his leftover aftershave against your nostrils. The feel of his grip on your arms as he held you through the night. Even in tragedy the only thing that registered was him.
***
*Shawn’s point of view*
She’s peaceful when she sleeps. It’s perhaps the only time that there aren’t a million expressions and thoughts on her face. So with the sun streaming in, bright yellow shimmers of gold across melanin cheekbones, he just watches her as long as he can. Because it’s truly a moment of comfort for him, when all he has to focus on is how beautiful she is. They’re the moments he lives for, waking up before her.
When she wakes up and stretches like a cat he chuckles a little bit. That’s his baby without a doubt. And he loved no one the way that he loved her. Not even himself.
“Good morning.” He smiled softly reaching for her cheek. “Missed you.”
She snorted. “While I was sleeping?”
“Yep. It’s been what...like seven whole hours since I saw you? It’s been awful, babe.”
“I can see that . . . Look I just wanted to apologize for last night. I feel like I really fucked things up.”
He shook his head. “Hey, no, no you didn’t alright? Look, there is nothing that means more in the world than us being honest with each other. I am so happy you told me, and I’m just sorry that this brings those kinds of memories up for you. It’s the last thing I want okay? Promise me you believe that.”
“I do, I do.” She whispered. “Look, I would love to have kids. I would love to have someone to leave everything we’ve been working towards for the past five years. But, I’mafraid. I’m afraid of the anxiety and the fear of the world right now, and I’m afraid that maybe I’d be a really shit mom. I don’t know, it’s just a lot.”
“Yea...You’re right. It’s scary. I can’t deny that. Look I don’t want to try and convince you that your fears are silly, because I have the same fears. I just want us to keep talking. I just want us to be honest with each other. And yea, eventually I’d like us to get to the spot where we felt comfortable giving the baby thing a shot.” He explained. “It doesn’t have to be today. Just never stop talking to me okay?”
“You sure? We both know my ass can talk.”
“Sweetheart, I’m counting on it.”
***
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El Castigo
Pairing: Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Female Reader/You
Summary: You decide to push all of Bishop’s buttons. And you pay dearly for your sins.
Warning: NSFW 18+ only please! Explicit smut, dom/sub power dynamics, degradation, choking, vaginal sex, rough oral sex, cumshot because why not, just all around a really nice time.
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: This is a collaboration for the masses. @negansdirtygirl22 and @irrelevantwriter are joining thirst forces to bring you their first collaborative fic. It’s a filthy one, so douse yourself in holy water because we’re all about to spontaneously combust. Bishop is El Presidente so it’s only natural he gets his turn first. Hope you all enjoy and share with your friends! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated 💖💖
“Where there hell you think you’re going?” Bishop asks as you slip from his hold around your waist. His large hand clasps your wrist, the grasp tight but not painful.
“Bathroom.” You say simply, batting your eyelashes. Bishop’s dark gaze and touch had been attached to you all night. You’d been in deep shit with your boyfriend since the day before and you were on a short fucking leash as a result.
“Not a fucking chance, baby.” He’s smirking, but his eyes are intense and angry. He’s upset that you chose to detach yourself from him while he was mid-conversation with Tranq. You were trying to be discreet, but the sentiment wasn’t appreciated.
He pulls you back against him, his arm back around your waist and hand firmly planted on your ass. He’s pissed. He mouth hovers against your skin, whispering lowly into your ear.
“Be a good girl for once and get us some new beers. There and back. That’s it. Me entiendes?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You agree hastily, vaguely aware of Tranq’s proximity. He could probably hear Bishop’s words. And the thought both humiliated and aroused you.
You walk over to the bar and pull two chilled bottles from the fridge, acutely aware of Bishop’s heated stare on you the entire time. It makes you overthink your every move, both fearing and welcoming the consequences were you to disobey his specific orders, which is exactly what you decide to do.
The glass bottles had begun to perspire in your grip, the clubhouse feeling extra stuffy from all the body heat accumulating in the small space— Saturday nights always brought a packed house and good times.
You chance a glance at Bishop, batting you lashes innocently as you take one of the bottles and work it over your neck, letting the beads of water drip down between your exposed cleavage. His eyes darken as you approach him with an effortless sway of your hips, his jaw clenched, the air oppressive between you. The intention is all too clear to him, your actions were a subtle act of defiance meant to invoke the beast within him.
“Here are your beers, boys,” you lilt, beaming up at Bishop who only scowls back at you.
He shoots Tranq a wordless glare and with a firm nod the stoic Mayan leaves the two of you alone.
Bishop wastes not time, reaching out to grip your throat possessively, graveling lowly into your ear.
“Don’t think for one second that little fucking show you just pulled will go unpunished, princesa.”
“Daddy I— I’m,” you start, but Bishop beats you to the punch.
“Shut the fuck up and walk.”
He leads you straight into Templo with a shove, the smell of leather and cigarettes lingering in the dimly lit room. You feel a shudder of anticipation shoot down your spine as he slams the door, finally turning to face you, seething with rage, burning with desire.
He approaches you with the same air of authority he was known for, the room itself a symbol of his status as leader of the Mayans. You feel the unmistakable throb between your thighs, heat blooming all over your body, desperate to have him touch you in all ways but one— soft.
“You wanna act like some common puta in front of all my men, then you’ll get treated like a common puta.”
And with that he’s on you, twisting your body with brute force to pin you against the table, ass up and face down. There’s no foreplay, no scratch of his beard as he kisses you deeply, only an unceremonious sweep of his hand between your thighs, pushing your panties aside before he thrusts into you. You bite down on your lip, stifling your wanton moans but it’s useless with the merciless way he’s fucking you, drawing out obscene sounds that you were certain could be heard beyond the walls of the room.
You feel his hand snake it’s way around your throat, coarse fingers meeting smooth flesh.
“When I give you an order, you fucking follow it,” his voice strains as he speaks, the grip around your throat tightening.
It scares you for a moment, your airway constricted so forcefully that your vision begins blurring to near blackness before he releases, letting you fill your lungs again.
The sound of raucous laughter and clinking glass tethers you back to reality, the closed door not fooling any of the men outside. It’s intoxicating, knowing that they are painfully aware of Bishop’s depraved form of punishment on you.
It takes you by surprise how hard and vicious he’s being. But you don’t shy away from it. You immerse yourself in it, silently begging for all he can give you. He’s untamed and angry, your favorite combination when dealing with El Presidente.
His hand is tightening around your throat again, your blood pumping loudly in your ears as your breathing gets more and more restricted. You push back, wordlessly telling him what you want.
“More? Fucking whore...” He growls as he slaps your ass, hand finally loosening against your neck.
You moan loudly, uncaring anymore of who hears beyond the Templo. The slap of skin as your body takes him would be unmistakable. Everyone will know. And you can’t find an ounce of concern or care.
“Obispo,” You whine, feeling the end start to near. Your body is tense with unreleased pleasure, your limbs aching from the position he’s forced you in against the table. The sound of him fucking you only fuels your mania, forcing you onto your tiptoes to meet his thrusts.
“What the fuck did you just say?” He snarls, yanking at your hair so that your back is arched painfully against him. His outburst causes your impending orgasm to dwindle, and you gasp at the loss and pain against your scalp.
“D-Daddy.” You sputter out, quickly trying to right your wrong. It had been a true slip of the tongue, but Bishop caught it and he wasn’t one to let things go unpunished.
“That’s what I thought.”
A thick finger makes its way down your body to your throbbing clit. He pushes down harshly, making you cry out. You vaguely note the now silent clubhouse, the spectators no doubt trying to eavesdrop on how their President punishes his old lady.
You feel the hand gripping your hip start to dig into your skin, no doubt leaving bruises behind. He’s thrusting faster and deeper, his primal instincts taking over. You start to pull away from it, the sensation too powerful and overwhelming.
“No. You take your punishment, princesa.” He’s taunting you. Bringing you to heights he’s never taken you before. You find yourself scampering away from the edge, but still ready to fall off the proverbial cliff. You would go anywhere Bishop leads you, even if it's to the depths of hell.
His hands are back on your ass, spreading you lewdly. “Fuck...you can’t follow instructions for shit, but you take dick like a pro.” His tone is brash, his words crude. They strike a nerve.
You felt a wave of shame, a blistering heat rising to your cheeks at his lambasting words, feeling every bit the part of some cheap whore. It spurred a new feeling within you, one that was less submissive to El Presidente’s whims.
With what little resolve you had left, your body teetering on the precipice of its release, you pull the trigger and shoot.
“Fuck you, Bishop,” you rasp between moans.
He indulges your indignancy with an arid laugh, though you both know it to be more sinister than lighthearted in its inflection.
“That fucking mouth of yours is going to pay dearly for that, querida,” he grunts, hips sputtering as your pussy bears down on his cock with a vengeance.
You’re so close, he can feel it, his ego swelling with pride in response to seeing you come undone beneath his practiced touch.
“Come on, preciosa, cum all over daddy’s cock,” he growls, fingers moving against your clit in a sloppy, desperate rhythm.
You cry out, guttural and incoherent, the intensity of your orgasm taking you by surprise. He’s brutal, even when you’ve grown overstimulated, fucking you raw until he feels his own end nearing.
“On your fucking knees,” he command.
You obey, secretly thrilled that Bishop isn’t going to finish inside of you. That’s when you know he’s fuming because the man is addicted to watching himself spill from your lips.
You move as fast as you can, knees making contact with the hard floor. Bishop’s hand attaches to your hair immediately, pulling at the roots with a stinging grip. You don’t get a chance to get comfortable before he’s shoving his cock against your mouth, unconcerned that you almost instantly gag. He’s fucking your throat viciously, ensuring your voice would be raspy from abuse. You place your hands at his hips, gripping his jeans in hopes that he’ll let up. He chuckles darkly down at you, enjoying the sight of saliva dripping down your chin.
He backs off for a moment, giving you a chance to take in some much needed air. His hand caresses your cheek, moving a strand of hair from your face. The switch in mood leaves you flustered as you try to keep up with his demands of you.
“These fucking lips are trouble. Aren’t they, querida?” He pulls your bottom lip down and watches as it plops back into place.
“Yes, Daddy.” You answer obediently, shifting on your knees. His dark gaze burns across your skin, eyes traveling over your disheveled hair and makeup and then down to your cleavage.
“You like disobeying Daddy, don’t you?” He asks though he already knows the answer. His hands leave you and are now moving slowly up and down his own length. You can see the cum at the tip and you lick your lips hungrily.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want it?” He gestures to his angry cock, his hand moving faster. You clench your thighs, the flames of an orgasm starting to rise again.
“Please...” You unabashedly beg, too far gone to disobey anymore.
“You think you deserve it?”
You nod, hands moving of their own accord as you knead your own breasts, desperate to be touched in some way. Bishop’s eyes cloud over, savage lust and heat mixing in a thunderous storm.
“Pull your shirt down.” He demands gruffly.
You tug at the flimsy straps of your top, letting the fabric slip down your sweat slicked skin, your nipples hardening as they make contact with the cool air.
Bishop eyes you intently, face hard as stone, but the subtle twitch of his brow gives him away. He grunts, hips jutting forward on their own accord as he roughly fucks his hand, growing impatient.
“Cum on my fucking tits, daddy,” you beg, uncaring of how much you sounded like a bitch in heat when you achieved the desired effect from him almost instantly.
The grip on his cock tightens, the veins in his neck protruding as he lets out a heavy breath.
“Fuck!” He belts out, painting your tits in thick white ribbons.
You can’t help but moan at the sight of him coming undone, relishing in his expressions, the feel of him hot against your skin. He was marking you for his own enjoyment, sparking a feral desire within you as you knelt to worship before him.
Bishop smirks down at you, gathering some of his cum on his fingertips, bringing it up to your lips for a taste.
“Open,” he coaxed, smearing himself around your swollen pout before you welcomed his fingers into the warmth of your mouth. You lavish them obscenely, tasting the bitter tang on your tongue, Bishop’s mouth going dry from the sight.
Once satisfied he pulls his fingers out, delivering a playful slap to your cheek before he begins tucking himself back into his pants.
Once he’s decent, he extends his hands down to you, a loving smile stretching his bearded lips. You accept his help, hissing at the ache in your knees. You feel exposed as his eyes take in your still half-dressed state, his cum coating your breasts and nipples in an act of possession.
He reaches into his leather and pulls out a black handkerchief. The gesture makes you smile, Bishop’s old-school tendencies coming to light. It’s one of his many quirks that you love and admire. He may be your Daddy when you need it, but he’s always a gentleman.
“You good, mi amor?” He asks as he begins to delicately wipe away his spendings, the act taking on an eroticism all on its own.
“Yeah.” You reply, your voice breaking from the abuse your throat had recently taken. He chuckles at the sound, a panty-dropping smirk adorning his lips.
You stand still as he cleans you up and readjusts your top, his touch now soft and a stark contrast to the roughness he’d exhibited moments before. He folds up the handkerchief once he’s done and places it back in his pocket, ridding the sacred room of evidence.
He reaches for you and pulls your face to his, his lips attacking yours immediately. You get lost in the taste of him, moaning as his tongue massages yours. His rough hands tangle in your hair, caressing you gently. His body heat pulls you in as you mold against him, still hungry for him.
You both pull away, chests heaving in quick breaths.
“Still need more, huh?” He asks with a devilish grin, well aware of the sexual appetite you possess with him. He basks in it, well aware of the effect he has over you. Of course, the appeal goes both ways. Bishop has a difficult time reigning in his arousal when he’s with you, as was demonstrated by the way he just defiled you in his clubhouse.
“Always, Daddy.” You readily agree, eager to please. He laughs, both impressed and in awe of your fervor. His face turns serious as he wipes at the smeared mascara beneath your eyes, preparing for your emergence from Templo.
“Act right.” He warns sternly, letting you know you still aren’t off the hook. “Escuchame.”
You nod, biting your lip as you look up at him through your lashes. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grabs your hand and leads you out of the room, sliding the stained glass door aside. You walk into the clubhouse, low thumping music still radiating through the speakers, though the volume has been turned down significantly. You can feel eyes on you, but you don’t pay attention. It isn’t the first time Bishop’s fucked you in Templo and it isn’t going to be the last.
You follow dutifully behind him as he leads you to the couch and sits, pulling you into his lap. You catch Angel’s knowing smirk and EZ’s slightly stunned expression. Looks like the prospect wasn’t forewarned about El Presidente’s activities with his old lady. You smile at the notion, the shock value alone making the slight embarrassment worth it.
“Did you at least clean up this time?” Angel asks Bishop, cigarette dangling from his fingers as he laughs. Coco and Gilly snicker, though they await for the answer, knowing its a genuine question.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks, but you don’t shy away from their teasing. Instead, you stay silent as Bishop laughs, his hand resting on your hip.
“Fuck you guys.” He mumbles around the cigarette now perched between his lips.
“Hey! It’s a valid question.” Angel replies with his hands up in surrender. “I don’t wanna find panties in my chair again.” He winks in your direction and you laugh silently, remembering the incident he was talking about. Bishop had not been pleased when he’d come home that night with your black lace panties clutched tightly in his fist.
Bishop accepts the beer from Tranq as he rejoins them, your boyfriend’s chest shaking with laughter.
“It's necessary, hermano. Takes a lot of training. Especially if they’re as disobedient as this one.” He slaps your ass and you jump, caught off guard by the action. You aren’t surprised by his words though. He often spoke about you like this in front of the guys. It was part of the punishment. And he knew you got off on it.
He blows tendrils of cigarette smoke in your face, his molasses-colored eyes gazing up at you with love and amusement. You smile, appearing as if you’re going along with his teasing, but your hips and ass rock almost imperceptibly against his crotch. You can feel his body’s reaction to your movements and Bishop’s hand tightens against your ass. It's a warning, but you ignore it. As you usually do.
A shot of excitement and desire shoots up your spine. You hear his breathing hitch as you adjust yourself once again, feeling his cock nestled beneath you. The thrill of the game you play fuels you, encouraging you to disobey your lover. Your reward is your punishment, and Bishop knows just what it takes to keep that rebellious streak going.
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Sweetheart and his bodyguard
Summary: Jensen is used to be the hero on his show. He’s not a coward, not at all - but when he gets attacked by an unknown man the studio insists on a full-time bodyguard. Specialist in protecting people while living with them - you agree to protect Jensen but he doesn’t like the fact a ‘small’ girl shall protect him. Will you be able to protect the unwilling actor?
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Bodyguard!Reader
Characters: Jared Padalecki, unnamed ofc’s
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, possessive Jensen, dirty talk, both not being sure who’s in charge, fun, fluff, language, a hint of crack
Passcode for this last chapter: Hera – Guardian angel retires
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“Jesus that guy doesn’t even look like me, Ackles,” groaning you must watch Jensen hover over you like a mother hen. He forced you to come to his house two days ago and since then, he’s not letting you do anything but lie on his bed.
“I know, you’re sexier but let’s watch the movie anyway,” Jensen snickers, covering you with another blanket.
“I do not freeze, Jensen. Stop suffocating me with pillows, blankets, and gifts,” he winces at your tone, a frown on his face. “I know you are used to girls whining about her period or headache but I had it worse, baby.”
Baby, the word let Jensen's eyes lit up and his frown turns into a dirty grin.
“OH, I’ll only take good care of you to let you heal faster. You owe me a night to remember and any night after. You were wrong about my ex, so your ass is mine,” now his features darken, and you gulp audibly.
“I never said you’ll get my ass, Ackles,” humming Jensen checks your temperature, noting the degree value. “You’re not a nurse.”
“You are dead wrong, sweetheart. You ass belongs with me, I am your sexy nurse and we are going to have naughty and loud sex as soon as the doctor gives his okay,” Jensen grins widely and you groan, closing your eyes.
“Why didn’t I let him kill you,” you smirk now, opening your eyes to find Jensen still next to you. He is lifting the blankets to check on your wound. “Can I call you Nurse Ackles now?”
“You can call me anything you want to when you are underneath me, writhing on my dick,” you lick your lips, not missing the way your body tingles close to Jensen. “Maybe I’ll let you call me Sir?”
“Dream on, sweetheart,” Jensen nods, still a dirty grin on his lips. “I’ll not call any guy Sir or daddy. If you are into that crap, look for a nice submissive girl.”
“I’d like you to handcuff me, throw me around the room and ride me like a stallion,” no longer holding back Jensen carefully removes the band-aid, wincing at the sight of the closed wound. “Does it still hurt?”
“I got hit by a projectile which hit my body with,” you can see Jensen flinch so you do not tell him how it feels to get hit by a bullet. “I am better, Jensen. I’ll need a bit more time but soon I’ll punch your nose for your dirty talk.”
“Damn, talk dirty to me, terminator. Makes me want you even more,” snickering you let Jensen cover you with the blankets. He lies next to you, switching the large TV at the opposite wall on. “Terminator or something else?”
“How about Supernatural? I was at the episode, wait, uh-the one with the tiny black-eyed guy sacrificing himself,” addicted to the show you smirk as Jensen looks for the next episode. “You’re not that bad, Ackles.”
“How is Y/N?” watching his friend rummaging in the kitchen Jared smirks. “Earth to Jensen. Jay, I asked you a question.”
“Fine, Jared. Her wound is healing, she’s tough as ever and I still didn’t get to see her naked,” frustrated Jensen tries to open the milk only to fail and rip the carton open, spilling milk all over his shirt.
“I am going to go…yeah,” Jared smirks, walking out of the kitchen, laughing as Jensen mutters under his breath. “Call me if you need anything, Romeo.”
“Asshole,” grumbling Jensen places the milk onto the counter to walk upstairs.
Your voice on the phone catches his attention and his throat tightens hearing another Greek god's name leave your lips.
“I am sorry, Cat but Hera,” you whisper hearing your friend sigh before she replies to your passcode. Jensen stands in the doorframe, frozen to the spot as you give Cataleya last instructions.
Remembering you handed him a list with the passcodes Jensen unlocks his phone and his breath hitches in his throat. “Out of business?”
“I got to go, Cat. If you need help, ask Scott, or call me. I suggest you’ll get happy and stop doing this shitty job,” you hang up, facing Jensen who smiles at you.
“You are not going to leave,” you shake your head, watching Jensen close the distance between you. “You’re going to stay.”
He’s holding you against the wall, not caring your nails bite deep into his shoulders. If anything, he urges you on to hurt him, to make him feel you are there, wrapped around him.
“You’re so tight, baby,” groaning against you Jensen grips your ass tight enough to dig his blunt nails into your cheeks.
You would give him a snarky comment, would call him sweetheart to show Jensen you are in charge but his cock hits that spot making you cry out, and you can only dig your nails deeper into his flesh and watch him fuck up into you.
He is determined. His brows furrowed; Jensen seems to calculate how to take you apart to make you stay.
“You know, you’re not that bad,” you grin, giving Jensen a wink when he carries you toward the bed to toss you onto the mattress.
This time you grasp his arm, flip him over to straddle his lap, letting his length slap against his stomach.
“Going to make you cry out my name, sweetheart,” sliding your hands over his chest you grin wickedly. “Maybe carve it into your chest.”
“No, terminator. This is my game,” you shriek feelings his hands grab your waist. He’s squeezing your flesh and you let him, of course, you would never tell Jensen so, flip you onto your back. “Gotcha, sexy kitten.”
He’s proudly crawling back between your legs, a sexy smirk on his lips as you let him spread your legs to slide back into you.
His forearms braced on each side of your head seconds later he looks down at you. Before Jensen can protest you cup the back of his neck to bring him down for a messy kiss. You smirk, knowing he believed he’s in charge.
“You know, sweethearts make their girls cum,” you challenge, watching Jensen toss one of your legs over his shoulder. “You gonna play fair, Ackles?”
“I am going to destroy this little pussy, terminator,” he groans, feeling your cunt contract around him when he starts moving his hips. “Feel this? Feel how deep I am inside of you?”
You nod, playing coyly for Jensen, but you can’t hold back your bratty side for long. “Fuck, Ackles, is that a toothpick?”
“You little minx,” you would laugh but your legs end around his waist and your hands get pinned above your head. “Gonna fuck you now.”
“Uh-huh, there he is,” watching his cock slide in and out, in and out, you try to muffle the noises escaping your tongue. “Not that bad, Ackles. More, fuck more.”
“Yeah, my girl wants more,” cockiness dripping from his tongue Jensen starts moving his hips at a madding pace.
You wanted to take over control again but only this once, you let yourself fall back onto the pillow and just – enjoy the show…
“That was a C+, sweetheart,” pants leave Jensen's lips when he turns to face you.
He’s a gorgeous sight. Sweat runs down his chest, his hair sticks to his forehead, still, his eyes sparkle and his lips silence your mocking tone. “Maybe a B+ for trying.”
“That was, without a doubt, an A+ performance, Y/N. Just admit you never came harder,” Jensen gasps when you roll to your side to pat his cheek. “Y/N?”
“You know, I like me a good partner,” you hum to yourself. “I think I’ll keep you, sweetheart. Now let’s talk about your performance…”
Around five years later…
“Look out, no! Oh-god, down, you need to roll over,” gasping you rush to your sons’ side, helping him fight his sister who tried to attack his teddy bear.
“You know, showing our children how to take their toys down without getting caught is not the way to raise them,” you grin at Jensen’s tone. He plays the grown adult while you show your kids how to trick their father.
“Uh-huh, Mr. Ackles,” you pat his chest, licking your lips lazily. “What are you going to do about it, sweetheart? Punish me for being a bad bodyguard?”
“I’ll let the nanny who will arrive in ten minutes take care of the kids and then I am going to bring my bodyguard upstairs and teach her how not to ruin our kids,” Jensen states and you kiss his nose. “I mean it, Y/N.”
“I know baby but,” you press your lips to his plump pillows, “I want to play with you and show you how I can take you down on my bed and use your body.”
“Tell me more, terminator,” gasping against your lips Jensen moans when you fist his hair. “I want to know everything…”
“Let’s start with how I stole your heart, Ackles…”
That’s it, this is the end. Maybe if I find the time I’ll write a prequel to tell ‘terminators’ story. Stay tuned.
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