Arriving home the first night dead tired from all the exhilaration and celebration of us tying the knot finally. A hot shower filled with giggles and a high that nobody could bring us down from. Walking through a nightly routine that feels as natural as breathing. Cozy pajamas cuddled under warm blankets, our feet shuffling as we yawn and snuggle closer.
Then it hits us. We’re married. Oh shit! Exhaustion turned decadent need.
Tiredly removing layer after layer, kissing deeply as we’ve waited for this day in long abstinence. Moans whisper between each lazy kiss that morph into energetic coupling moments after the dewy petals of my flower parts at your slow deliberate intrusion. Honest “I love you’s” litter our union at the height of each kiss and slow thrust into a heated bliss that lulls us into a deep sleep.
The next night, we’re ravenous.
Bodies pressed against the wall, my wedding ring twinkling under the dim lighting. Clothes hurriedly being ripped off, only to lay me down softly against the neat spread of sheets. Worshipping my body with long languid kisses and teasing nips. Drinking in each and every explicit sigh and hum of pleasure that leaves my soul.
Eternal possession of the beautiful woman laid bare for your eyes, heart, hands, and mouth to lavish with the most sinful and natural love that you could pull from the depths of your being. Tongues tangling and trailing to the very center of my being; dipping in and out of my honey pot. Licking , sucking, practically devouring the entirety of my devotion to you until I see the edge of bliss. Only to thrust me over the edge as we align our souls again.
Heavy pants and solid embraces echoed by the strained squeak of our bed frame. Muffled screams that caress not only your ears but the selfish ego in you that relishes this consummation of our impending lifetime together. Welts stinging across the broadness of your back as I claw to bring you closer. Deeper. Kissing my cervix in ways that has my eyes glistening with tears of extreme pleasure. Vulnerable “I love you’s” transformed into deep seated, “whose wife are you?” then “who owns this greedy pussy” to “fuuuuuccccc.”
Our bodies slick with the evidence of our solidified joining. Soft kisses warm our space, wrapping us in the sanctity of our coupled union and well deserved bliss. Before we drift off into the clouds of our love and a lifetime commitment to one another. Maybe we’ll consider a child in a few years but right now, in this moment, this with you is more than enough.
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Sometimes I think about how being alone felt so much happier than this. In a way. With love comes heartbreak, hurt, headaches. It felt like I spent years building and growing into someone I love and treasure. Then I meet someone and I didn’t think I could be any happier than that. How could I forget the years of work I put into myself, FOR myself, just for someone to get swept up in me, take everything I have to give, then leave?
“I don’t think I’m ready.”
But why did you act like you were? Why didn’t you think of this when you realized I opened myself up to you, let myself be vulnerable to you, put my security in what I hoped would be delicate hands?
Is this my fault for letting my guard down? Was I delusional? Why didn’t I see it coming? Could I have stopped it? Am I the problem? Is it something I said? Something I did? Is there someone else? Was I not what he thought I was?
Enough. Enough.
You’re more than enough, start acting like it.
It doesn’t feel like I only lost you… it feels like I lost a little bit of myself. It kind of feels like I’m back to square one. The beautiful woman I spent years building up, the woman he fell for, the love I had for myself left with him. I’m not sure how that happened.
I don’t know who I’m becoming but I pray it’s someone beautiful. I don’t want this hurt to turn me ugly. I need to trust that everything is always going according to plan. There’s always a reason and that reason will reveal itself in time.
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The most powerful women throughout history were never the most beautiful. They just knew how to wield their power over everyone else.
Cleopatra controlled one of the richest kingdoms in the world and seduced 2 kings.
Zsa Zsa Gabor was a Hungarian socialite in the 1950s and wife to several wealthy men, but her true power was making people feel more elite by being near her.
Despite being fat and a rumored lesbian in the 1920s, Elsa Maxwell became a socialite, professional hostess, and social gatekeeper.
Their energy was enthralling. Their attention was intoxicating. Their love was fleeting.
The world hated them but would do anything to be near them. But why?
These women were self-possessed & self-validating. They didn’t seek your approval. They didn’t need you to like them.
They didn’t have to. Their power was wielded, not given by anyone else. The most powerful women don’t appear to need anything from anyone. That’s what makes the world want to give her everything.
It’s what makes powerful men want to possess her.
It’s what makes businesses want to pay her.
And it’s what makes other women admire her.
The best part of all is that any woman can do this.
This secret superpower is why the world feeds unrealistic beauty standards from a young age: to make you insecure.
It’s why the world gives women social rules that demand her to be supportive of everyone but herself: so you never pour into yourself.
It’s why schools teach about powerful men but negate the women who shaped our world: so you forget who you are.
The world knows your power, you don’t.
How to wield your own power:
1. First, stop making your looks your main source of value.
Your appearance should just get you in rooms. Your value is what keeps you there. Now more than ever, women are told their looks are the MOST important. Do you get better treatment based on your looks? Absolutely. But true power isn’t in free drinks and bags. It’s in your ability to influence decisions and shape the world around you. In affluent spaces, value is the currency. You must be useful or you’ll be dispensable.
This can be derived from your way of thinking, taste, cultural intelligence, or ability to disarm people. It’s likely the trait you’ve had since you were a kid.
Pamela Churchill appeared to be a typical political socialite but became the top Democratic Party fundraiser. Her ability to bring rich people in a room, captivate them emotionally, and raise money for a cause made her an asset to the men around her.
There will always be a woman prettier than you, but real power comes from being needed. The woman who is respected isn’t the most beautiful. She’s the most valuable.
2. Don’t be afraid to take up space.
Cliche? I know, but just hear me out. Women are taught to stay quiet. Don’t be vulgar. Be nice. Be liked. Be palatable. Care what people think. Yet the most powerful women do none of those things.
Kim Kardashian is one of the most hated women in America, yet has the most fans. There’s no one that won’t pick up the phone for her. Her business deals are always in her favor because they know she wields her power, gets attention, and takes up space. She built a billion-dollar family dynasty from leveraging one of the most vulnerable moments in her life.
To do this, you’ll have to get rid of your fear of being disliked and the need to be understood. The more space you take up, the less people will actually know you. They’ll only observe and admire you. You must be content with that. In fact, learn to embrace it.
3. The final advice I’ll leave you with is to worship yourself.
Depending on your religious background, this may turn you off. But it’s not what you think. Throughout history, the most powerful women weren’t seen as women at all, but deities. Rather than looking at external figures or men for your power, you place your higher self on a pedestal. You worship yourself. You become devoted to your vision. You commit to the life you say you want. You begin to see yourself as worthy.
Cleopatra aligned herself with deities by presenting herself as the living embodiment of Isis, the Egyptian goddess of motherhood, magic, fertility, kingship, and divine protection. She appeared in religious clothing associated with Isis, used temple imagery, participated in sacred rituals, and allowed herself to be shown as a goddess queen rather than just a political ruler.
By doing this, you don’t replace the God you believe in, but you embody it to the fullest.
✨Your body becomes your altar.
✨Your mind becomes a temple.
✨Your environment is the church.
You stop putting power in outside sources and realize it was in you the entire time. You just never gave it your full attention. Treat yourself like a goddess, and watch the world follow suit.
Your Turn
People don’t respect the most beautiful woman. They respect the woman who believes in her own power so deeply that everyone else starts adjusting around it.
The reason the world has admired these women for centuries is because they admired themselves. Their ability to be captivated and aware of their own power was so undeniable that the rest of the world followed suit. It’s time for you to do the same.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . Eren, Ony and Connie have a crush on the same woman: the cute, sweet and autistic girl always dressed in pink who works in the restaurant next to their university. Eren loves you because you're so soft when he's so rough, Only loves you because you're always so polite with him, Connie loves you because he has a thing for chubby women like you. You’re always so shy with them, you have no idea to what extent they want to ruin you. When at a college party they find you crying because your boyfriend Jean cheated on you, they offer you revenge with them. You’re a good girl who has never done anything too freaky with anyone so you don’t really know how to handle three dicks inside you. But don’t worry, they will take good care of you. And show you that you can be loved exactly as you are.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 10.3k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, college au, hyper feminine autistic reader w/ social anxiety, hispanic!connie, plug!eren, basketball!player!ony, pervert stuff & stalking, polyamory, romance, affection, reassurance, male friendships, connie calls you ‘mami’ and ‘princesa’, ‘sweetheart/baby/bitch’ by eren, ‘baby/love/mama’ by ony, hard!dom!eren, soft!dom!ony, submissive!connie, gay ass stuff between the boys, mild daddy kink with eren, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, masturbation, choking, blowjob, handjob, vaginal sex, rough sex, gentle sex, shower sex, standing sex, somno, double penetration, consensual recording, hair pulling, overstimulation, cumming on face, crying from pleasure, titty fucking, slapping, dumbification but on a man !
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . finally a new fic since january!!!! very SCARED of your reactions because my characterization of the boys isn't that popular so i hope yall will like it <333
˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐨𝐧𝐲 + 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
‘Kiss of Life’ by Sade was playing in the restaurant, making you hum along as you cleaned the tables left by the last customers. Nearby, Eren, Ony, and Connie were watching you intently, as usual.
“Shazam that song, she seems to like it,” Eren ordered Connie, nudging him.
Connie lazily looked up from his phone to look at his best friend. “It's Sade. You have no memory, 'Ren. She always hums when one of their songs, come on.”
He still used Shazam to find out the exact name of the song and added it to the ‘sweet baby’ playlist that he, Eren, and Ony had created to catalog all your favorite songs.
“She's wearing a new dress,” Ony noticed. The three boys' eyes ran over your body.
You were wearing a new dress that you had bought the day before. It hugged your chubby body perfectly, stopping halfway up your thick thighs. The pale pink fabric brought out the luminous glow of your brown skin. Made of satin and molding to your curves in the most exquisite way, with thin straps that barely supported your breasts, the ribbon bow at the center of your chest made your sexy outfit cute. Your long braids was tied in a low bun held by a ribbon bow at the back, leaving your pretty round face uncovered. Your eyelids were enhanced with glittery pink eyeshadow, your long false eyelashes made your gaze so seductive, and your lips were glossy, looking so delicious. A literal angel. Eren, Ony, and Connie would eat you up if they could.
Eren adjusted his bulge in his black sweatpants and tried to look away so as not to worsen his erection by staring at you, while Connie and Ony were still staring, completely unashamed of looking like creeps. Your Mary Jane heels clicked on the floor as you walked around the restaurant taking orders from your little notebook, and when you arrived at the three men's table, your eyes lit up, happy to see them.
They were your favorite customers. They'd been coming to eat at the restaurant three times a week for at least a year. You didn't know how they'd managed to always be there during your shifts—Connie had threatened your boss to give him your work schedule—but it was always a pleasure to see them. They always complimented you and were so sweet to you, nothing like the old men who had wives and looked at you with lust in their eyes.
The most intimidating one was Eren. He was always dressed in black with a hood over his head that hid his face, but you could glimpse his neck tattoos peeking out from under his hoodie. His eyes were always hald-lidded and red from weed, staring intensely into your soul when you took his order, sending shivers down your spine. He was known as the university's plug; you'd never used his services, but his deep voice spoke to you so sweetly that you considered buying from him so he could talk to you privately.
The friendliest was Ony. Compared to Eren's dark appearance, Ony exuded light. You would have to be a psychoapth to not to like Ony's intelligence and kindness. He loved fashion and taking care of himself, you both always talked about skincare and clothes. He played basketball on your university team, making him the most popular of the trio. You loved learning about his sport, and hear the passion in his voice when he talked about Lamelo Ball. He was a bit of a star on campus but was the least arrogant man you'd ever met, always smiling softly when you talked to him, making you feel so safe and care for.
The most flirtatious was Connie. You could never look him in the eye when he called you ‘princesa’, joking about how you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You never knew if he called you ‘mami’ just because it was normal for latino men, or if he was actually trying to flirt with you. Like Eren, he often wore his hood up, hiding his eyebrow piercings, but he wasn't as intimidating. He always had a teasing glint in his eyes that made you flutter.
“Hey,” you said shyly, approaching their table.
As always, Eren was stoned out, his pupils dilated as he looked at you, making your spine tingle. Ony’s lips curved into a smile, clenching his tattooed hand to bump his fists against yours.
You didn’t have any friends because of your social anxiety, only Jean as a boyfriend, so it always made you happy when they treated you like one of their own, even though they were just regular customers you sometimes ran into at university.
“The usual?” you asked, already knowing what they were going to order. A cheeseburger with fries for Ony (don’t tell Reiner, his coach, that he loves that), a steak with fries for Eren, and a salad for Connie.
“No, I want something sweeter today,” Connie replied, leaning back against the back of his chair. Eren smirked, understanding perfectly what his best friend really wanted.
“You just want dessert today?” You tilted your head.
Ony’s eyes softened; you looked so cute with your head cocked to the side.
“Nah.” Connie’s voice grew seductive. “Just you.”
Your autistic brain, which didn’t quite grasp irony and sarcasm, made you wear a confused expression. “Hm, what do you mean?”
Connie just licked his lips, his gaze lingering on your fat thighs. “Nothing, mami.”
“Is that a new dress?” Ony asked, tugging at the hem. “You always wear frilly dresses.”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, enthusiastic and all smiles. You loved fashion so much; you were happy that Ony, who was also a fashion boy, noticed your new clothes. “My boyfriend said frills were childish, so I’m trying out a new style.”
The trio frowned and looked at each other, silently saying, “We should kill that motherfucker.”
“Break up with him,” Eren advised, his face hard.
You shook your head, your heart squeezing painfully at the thought of leaving the only man who accepted your autism without judging you. “N-No, it’s okay.” You looked at your feet, your lips trembling as you realized that the only reason you were with Jean was because he didn’t make you feel different from other girls, not because you actually loved him. You needed so much validation from others.
Ony caressed your thigh, sliding his hand up under your dress to grasp the plushness.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby. ‘Ren is kidding.’”
“I’m dead serious, man.”
Ony's gentle caresses on your skin relaxed you, and your autistic brain didn't really grasp that this was inappropriate contact between friends. You just thought he was being kind. Your face softened, and Ony took a perverse pleasure in exploiting your lack of understanding of social cues.
After the chef prepared their meals, you brought them. As you placed the tray on their tables, you dropped a glass, which shattered. You apologized and bent down to pick up the shards, the skirt of your dress lifting up. Eren glanced at your ass, now visible to everyone, lingering on the way your panties molded your folds. His gut twisted in arousal.
“Connie, take a picture,” Eren whispered.
“I’m your lapdog or something? I only like orders from her, idiot,” Connie muttered but silently took a picture of your body under your dress. They had a whole dossier like that. Photos of you smiling at other customers, photos of you space-outing, photos of you studying in the university library… They were perverts. And stalkers. They didn't really care that it was wrong.
When you finally picked up your mess from the floor, you gave them a shy smile that accentuated their secret erections before walking away.
What a cute angel. You had no idea these men were devils.
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'I saw Jean with a girl at a frat party, I'm so sorry sweetheart I think he's cheating on you :(('
Your stomach dropped when you saw Sasha's text message, your world crumbled in minutes.
It wasn't possible.
You and Jean had been together for two years. You'd experienced all your firsts with him. He was the first boy who didn't think you were too much, the first boy who didn't seem to see your autism as a burden, the first boy who made you believe that a weird girl like you could finally be loved. He couldn't have cheated on you. Jean loved you. He told you every day. You weren't too much for him. Please, you hope it was a misunderstanding.
You got out of bed, where you'd been studying your botany books, and went to your closet. You'd never been to a frat party because your social anxiety made it difficult for you. Places where there were too many people scared you too. You preferred to stay safe in your apartment, in your bed with satin sheets and stuffed with plushies.
You slipped into a pink denim skirt, a matching bustier top, and your white Naked Wolfe platform boots. You let your long pale pink goddess braids cascade down your back, hoping your outfit was cool enough for a frat party and people wouldn’t overdose with all the pink on you.
Sasha sent you the address, and you left your apartment with a knot in your stomach.
A two-year relationship couldn't end like this. Jean loved you, right? You weren't some unlovable woman who was going to end up alone for the rest of her life, were you?
You clutched the strap of your bag, looking at the floor as you entered the frat house. You didn't want to see the sea of students; it would trigger a panic attack. Rap music blasted from the party's big speakers; maybe a Big Boogie song. People laughed and yelled along to the lyrics. The smell of alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana were everywhere, and you felt like you were in hell. There were too many stimuli all around you, enveloping you and making your brain confused, unable to function properly.
You raised your head, your heart pounding. You had to look around to find Jean. You inspected the ground floor, trying to ignore how your body stiffened when you brushed against the sweaty bodies of the dancers. You hated physical contact because of your autism; you needed to be in a comfortable environment to be touched because of your sensory issues. Sex needed to be gradual.
And then, as you climbed the stairs, reaching the first floor, you saw him.
Pressing Mikasa's body against the wall, his head buried in her neck, his hips grinding into her.
You stood paralyzed, watching them, your heart aching.
You knew Mikasa well. She was a goth girl who was in the same major as Jean. You'd already seen them hanging out together, and Jean had told you she was just a friend.
You didn't yell that he was an asshole. You didn't try to separate them.
You turned around, went downstairs, and left the fraternity house to sit on the sidewalk.
Was it because she understood sarcasm and didn't need the same jokes repeated to her to get the humor?
Was it because she knew how to be quiet when she was passionate about something instead of yapping for hours about a topic nobody cared about, annoying everyone around you?
Was it because she didn't shut down when she was upset?
Was it because she knew how to recognize her feelings when she experienced strong emotions instead of being unable to speak and explain what she felt?
Was it because she didn't need childish things like plushies for comfort?
Was it because she was interested in grown-up things instead of being obsessed with dolls?
You wrapped your arms around your knees and let the tears flow.
As always, because of your autism, you never knew what you were feeling and struggled to identify your emotions. Was it heartbreak? You weren't even in love with Jean. He was just a boy who gave you attention when everyone else rejected you.
No, it was failure.
Failure because you were both not enough and too much. You just wanted to curl up in bed, hug your plushies tightly, and forget that you were an unlovable woman.
To make matters worse, a torrential downpour soaked your clothes, making them wet and sticky, sending shivers of discomfort down your spine. You hated it when your clothes felt too tight because of your sensory issues; it almost hurt and could cause meltdowns.
A flashback of Jean telling you he loved you in the missionary position and that you were his favorite girl intensified your tears.
Could you really blame Jean?
Who would want a girl like you?
A shy girl who was scared of eye contact, never spoke in public, and barely managed to hold a conversation without getting distracted.
You wished you were a normal girl. You wished you were better at hiding your symptoms. You wished you fit in more easily in society.
“Who stole your smile, mami?” A deep voice boomed in front of you, and someone flicked your forehead. You lifted your teary eyes and met Connie's gaze. Next to him, Eren had his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, his hood still pulled up, but you could see his concerned expression. Ony held a coat over you to keep the rain from soaking you even more.
You parted your lips, trying to speak, but no words came out. You felt so many emotions that your brain couldn't function anymore. You were happy to see them; they always brightened your day, but tonight, you were so depressed. You failed at love. You were unlovable.
The combination of your clothes clinging to your skin, the loud music blasting from the frat house, and your pain—you just buried your head in your thighs, ignoring everything around you.
Several muscular arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground, and when you raised your head, you were sitting in a car with them.
They drove for a good hour on purpose so you could calm down and refocus on your bodily sensations. The silence of the car calmed your distress for a moment, and you remained silent until they drove you to their apartment.
You were so depressed that you followed them without a word to their place, instead of asking them for a ride home. When you entered their living room, you sat on their couch, staring at the floor.
Eren casually slumped down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders.
“Where is my bubbly girl?”
“Dead,” you muttered.
He chuckled lowly.
“Don’t say stuff like this, I would be very heartbroken if you died.”
“I doubt it.” You were playing with the bottom of your skirt. “You will replace me easily like my boyfriend did when he cheated on me.”
Eren glanced at Ony, seeming to say ‘emotional stuff is for you, man’, and Ony sat down next to you. He placed his hand on your thick thigh, squeezing the plushness, his voice gentle.
“He cheated on you?”
You nodded, silently. There was nothing else to say.
“You don’t feel like you can change him and the need to go back to him like some abused women do?” Connie asked, standing with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Not really. I think it’s clear I wasn’t the right woman for him.”
“You mean, he wasn’t the right man for you,” Eren corrected.
“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t blame him.”
Connie tsked.
“Princesa, you talk like those abused women.”
“Yeah,” Ony joined the conversation, “I don’t like how you’re talking right now, mama.”
Your eyes watered again as you thought of all the reasons Jean was right to cheat on you.
“You don’t understand,” you sniffed.
Eren leaned against you, his warm breath caressing your neck as he spoke into your ear, his deep voice making you shiver.
“Then explain, sweetheart.”
Ony kissed the tears that were running down your chubby cheeks, and you suddenly felt strangely cared for. Like a warm blanket over your bruised heart. Wrapped in gentle warmth. In the light of affection, not the darkness of rejection.
Maybe they'll understand if you explain? Maybe you weren't really alone in the world?
“I was homeschooled because I had school phobia,” you said shyly. They all listened attentively without saying a word. “I didn't understand the children around me, so it created anxiety. I didn't learn how to mask my autism because I was never in contact with the outside world and my parents were overprotective. So, I just… live my life without hiding my symptoms.”
“That's actually a good thing, you're sincere,” Connie commented, kneeling down to rest his head on your lap. You ran your hands over his bleached buzzcut, your autistic brain fascinated by the feel of his short, freshly shaved hair. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realized you were the center of attention, making you even more timid than you already were.
“Not really,” you hesitated, “you need to mask your autism to fit in. Only people who want to be outcasts don’t mask it.”
“I’m an asshole, I don’t try to soften up for people, and I have a very good social life,” Eren grumbled, absolutely disagreeing with what you were saying. You didn’t need to perform a personality that wasn’t yours to be accepted; just being yourself was enough.
“That’s right, Eren is the worst person I know.”
Eren glared at Ony who had said that, his brown, lidded eyes shooting daggers, but Ony smirked at him.
“What’s your point, mami? Are you saying Jean cheated on you because you’re not masking your autism?” Connie ignored these two best friends, focused on your suffering.
Your breath hitched when you gazed into his eyes and saw only care, concern, and affection.
“I’m just saying… Maybe if I was a normal girl, maybe he wouldn’t—”
“You know what to do when a boy cheats on you?” He cut in.
You shook your head.
“You show him you’re wanted elsewhere.” He lifted the hem of your skirt to place kisses on your plush thighs, his lips soft against your skin.
“W-Wait,” his kisses made you tickle, “Connie, you’re—”
“Get revenge on that bastard with us.” Eren buried his head in your neck, and your body warmed as you felt his hot tongue on your flesh. Ony slipped his hand under your top to knead one of your breasts. His hand was so large it enveloped it perfectly, making you flustered.
Your brain was in overdrive. Just seconds before, you had been crying because you were suffering from your disability, and now three hot men were kissing and touching you intimately.
An hour ago, you would have pushed them away because you had a boyfriend, but now?
Your freaky side had awakened, your cunt throbbing at the thought of letting yourself be manhandled by three men.
“How do I get revenge?” You whispered, your voice sounding innocent as if you weren't squeezing your thighs together to hide the smell of your arousal from Connie.
“You know damn well, sweetheart,” Eren chuckled before catching a piece of your skin between his teeth and sucking it vociferously. A wave of heat snaked through your lower abdomen and up your upper body, warming your entire being.
Your cheeks burned, feeling slutty for even liking the attention the three men were giving you.
Connie took his phone out of his jeans pocket, turned on the camera to record a video. He spread your legs and lifted your skirt, filming your clothed pussy where a wet spot resided.
“You’re gonna show that dumbass that if he doesn’t want you, other men will take good care of you,” he asserted, rubbing his fingers on the darker part of your panties, making you shiver.
You didn't think Jean would really care if you were getting laid by other men; he'd already shown enough that he didn't give a damn about you. But you said nothing, because part of you was thrilled at the idea of a foursome.
When you were 18, you had a list of things you wanted to experience once you were cured of your social anxiety. Group sex was one of the things on the list. You were a freaky girl, what can you say? It was time to make one of your dreams come true.
“You’re not gonna eat her out before me,” Eren pushed Connie’s head from between your legs.
“Nobody likes chubby women more than me, so yeah, I’m gonna eat her out first.” Connie bit Eren’s hand before nibbling at the inside of your thighs. “Right, baby? Nobody likes your body more than me?” He looked up at you, his voice sultry.
Before you could answer, Eren’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you closer. You gasped, your breath coming in the tightness of the pressure, and when you turned your head toward him, his intense eyes made you swallow hard. There was something terrifying about him in that moment.
“Don’t even answer his question, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I love you more than him.” He crushed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. An electric current pulsed beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intensity of the kiss. There was something about Eren's intimidating aura that made you want to be an obedient girl, fulfilling his every desire and simply pleasing him. You moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, kissing you as if he had something to prove. His hand tightened around your throat, making sure you knew who was in charge.
When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. His gaze was burning hot, and you almost wanted to tell everyone to leave so he could kiss you like that all night.
Ony's eyes narrowed when he saw the interaction between you and Eren. That bastard. Eren had always been possessive; it didn't surprise him that he was trying to monopolize you.
There had always been a kind of tension between the three boys. As many people said, there was always a duo in a trio, and that was the case with them. Ony and Connie always teamed up to annoy Eren, ragebaiting him and provoking his anger issues.
Now that they were in love with the same girl, it was a race to see who would be your favorite. Ony could no longer count on Connie to beat Eren; he had to assert himself.
While Eren was dominant, Ony was the gentlest man alive. Most of his exes had left him because he was too nice, but he wasn't heartbroken. He didn't want to become a bully like Eren to be appreciated for who he truly was. He was going to find a girl who would find comfort in his kindness, not get bored by his loving caresses, and be satisfied by his gentle side. He was determined to make sure that girl was you.
“Stop choking her, that's not how you treat the girl of your dreams.”
“I touch her however I want. She seems to like it, doesn't she ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚?”
You looked back and forth between Eren and Ony, silent before giggling softly.
“I like you both.”
“Nah, you need to choose someone.” Eren’s hand around your throat moved down to caress your pudgy belly beneath your top, and he sucked on your earlobe. Ony lifted your top to just above your breasts before leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth. You didn't even think about sucking in your stomach or trying to position yourself in a way that would lessen the sagness of your breasts. You were comfortable, felt pretty under their hands and lips, your body hot all over.
Connie slapped your thigh.
“Stop focusing on these useless men, mami,” he muttered.
He caressed your clothed core, making gentle back-and-forth movements that transformed into circular motions around your clit. His hot breath on you, his intense gaze, and his calloused fingers against you were an explosive cocktail that already had you trembling.
“Sensitive as fuck,” he chuckled. “Autism or you’re just needy?”
“Both,” you breathed shyly.
The wet patch grew larger as Connie played with your clothed pussy. A frenzy took hold of your body. The atmosphere was perfect, the touches were intentional and tailored to your needs; you didn't feel overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation. Ony's mouth on your breast, Eren's teeth on your lob, and Connie's fingers pressing against you… It was so simple, yet perfect.
You rocked your hips against Connie's hands. “I want more, please.” Your neediness was barely concealed in your voice.
Connie smirked. “Yeah? What does my girl want?”
"Um… You know what I want," you whispered, feeling so shy you would have hidden under the sofa if you could. Being a shy, introverted girl in a freak body was a nightmare. You wanted to be slutted out so badly but struggled to get there.
"You have no game, Connie," Eren mocked, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. His petty laugh was hoarse and sent waves of pleasure into your center.
Connie ignores his best friend and slowly took off your panties. You hated thongs and very thin panties with your sensory issues, you were glad nobody made fun of your plain pink cotton underwear.
When he looked at your bare pussy, he had the same glint he had when he called you a ‘tremendo mango’ at the restaurant. For many weeks, you thought it was a cute way of showing appreciation with a fruit metaphor before googling and realizing it was a compliment on your looks in Cuba.
“So pretty.” The tip of his fingers wandered over the gossy folds just to feel your wetness and touch your cunt swollen with desire and expectation.
“Do you like sexual stimulation?” Ony asked gently, his tongue curling around your other brown nipple.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” You said, clueless, shivering again at Eren’s open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
“I mean sex toys and temperature play.”
Your lips parted in anticipation.
“If it’s gradual and we stop when it’s too much, I think it’s okay,” you smiled.
Ony was jealous of Connie at that moment because he would have eaten you for days for that cute expression.
Ony left the room, already missing his tongue on your body. But Eren’s on your neck was divine. He wasn’t ashamed to devour your neck, sucking on the bits of skin he had caught between his teeth, making you dizzy.
Connie set up his phone so he could film you and have his hands free. He sank his fingers between your lips, parting them, and the way he inspected your flesh made you nervous, but the sensation was so good, he chuckled every time you clenched your thighs too much.
“Focus on the top, please, Connie,” you said, trembling with longing to feel his touch on your clit.
“Nah. You’re not dominant enough for my submissive side, I’m bored.”
You widened your eyes as he withdrew his fingers and, in a panic, you grabbed his head, pressing it against your pussy. The vibrations of his laughter against you sent waves of electricity through your body, and when his tongue lapped through the folds, you saw stars. Ony returned with mysterious toys in his hands and glared at Connie, who had the chance to taste you first. You thought Ony was going to use the objects on you, but he sat down next to you and resumed sucking your nipples greedily, as if preparing you and testing waters. One hand on Connie's buzzcut, pressing it against you, the other on Ony's short black hair—with a fresh new fade because he doesn't play about his appearance, just like you (#besties)—you felt like a queen with her loyal maids existing to please you.
Eren had practically become a vampire with all the little bites he'd made on your neck.
"I could eat you up," he whispered, nuzzling you. "Why do you smell so good?"
“Well, to make perfume last longer, it’s recommended to start with a cream and then layer it with oils, butters, mists, and even Vaseline so it lasts longer. You also need a perfume with a high concentration, not just an eau de toilette—”
He bit you so hard you let out a pained moan.
“Nerdy ass.”
“She’s right, though,” Ony joined the conversation, leaving your nipples alone. “Men need to stop with cheap cologne and buy pure perfume. They buy Savage by Dior and are still surprised they don’t have game.”
“Not everyone is a self-care nerd like you, Ony,” Eren chuckled. “Opinion on Maison Crivelli?”
“You’re trying too hard to be niche, just buy Creed Aventus or some Armani stuff.”
“It’s $300, dumb ass.”
“You’re a rich plug, ‘Ren. But I would buy it for you if you weren’t the ban of my existence.”
“Is this… What they call ‘bromance’?” you added to the conversation in a frail voice because the way Connie was eating you out… You tried not to make a fool of yourself by whimpering like a dog in heat.
“More like rivalry,” Eren said, mock-disdain in his voice.
“He’s jealous because I’m taking care of you while he’s hurting you with his teeth,” Ony teased, clipping a nipple clamp to your little finger to check if the intensity of the fixed pressure and tension wasn’t too overwhelming. After receiving your blessing, he clipped them to your nipples, the silver chain connecting them contrasting with your princess-like appearance.
It felt a little painful… but the pain was exquisite, a sensation you hadn’t experienced before. You were discovering a masochistic side to yourself today.
“She looks so pretty like this,” Eren murmured, staring at your body. “I feel like I’m going to ruin her if I touch her more.” He put a little distance between you to unbutton his jeans and free his heavy erection.
Connie stopped eating you out for a moment. He collected a lot of your arousal on his hand to spread it on Eren's dick, making masturbation easier. You looked at Eren, amazed that he wasn't bothered by his best friend touching his cock. He smirked.
"Brotherhood, baby."
You burst out laughing but ended up moaning as Connie went back into business.
Ony and Eren glanced at each other, both captivated by the way you arched your back on the couch, your chest rising and falling, your lips agape.
Ony kissed your arm, along the length of it, as Eren shamelessly stroked his dick while staring at you.
"Ony, you need to fuck her first. I'm going to overwhelm her, I'll save my turn for last," Eren proposed, his voice raspier as his hand worked itself over.
"I like the way you're thinking," Ony smiled against your skin, happy to be the first. Connie's tongue traced around your clit. He was having fun. Sometimes he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit without moving, to make you whimper; sometimes he made circles over it to make you tremble; or most of the time he avoided touching it so as not to overstimulate you and lapped through the folds. The combination of Ony's kisses returning to your neck, the nipple claws, Connie's tongue, and the sounds of Eren's hand rubbing together made you feel like you were overheating, until you finally exploded. It wasn't spectacular; your autism made you struggle to show big emotions on your face, but Connie and Ony caught the way your body was wracked with spasms and your lip was bitten.
"Now get out of the way." Ony pushed Connie aside, who was laughing at his best friend's excitement.
Connie got up from the floor and picked up his phone to be the cameraman again. Ony laid you down on the couch, resting your head on Eren's lap. Eren smirked at you, looking down at you, his erection just next to your shy face.
“Are we going to do double penetration at some point? Because I need to be prepared, it can hurt,” you said softly, anxiously. Your autistic brain needed to know all the preparations and plan everything in advance so you wouldn't be surprised when it happened. You constantly needed clear instructions and reassurance.
The three of them let out a quiet laugh.
Eren used the hand that didn't touch his length to stroke the top of your head.
“You are prepared, don't worry.”
Ony removed his clothes, and your jaw dropped at the sight of all the tattoos that adorned his dark brown skin, making him look intimidating and even sexier now. He lay on top of you, the hard planes of his body pressed against your soft curves. You felt the definition of his muscles against you, the proof of his dedication to his sport.
His head above you, his beauty and his handsomeness made your cunt clench.
“Hey,” you whispered softly.
“Hey.” He smiled wrapping your thick thigh around his waist. “How do you want it, love?”
You wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing him against you. “Slow and deep.”
“I’m gonna give you that.”
“I’m not this filming this sappy shit,” Connie grumbled.
“Yeah, they are acting as if my dick isn’t aching right now. The fuck you mean slow?” Eren added.
Ony and you ignored them. He kissed you as he lined his dick to your entrance and pushed his hips in. Your eyes widened at the size difference with Jean, and glanced at Eren, who also had a large one. Feeling full, you had trouble breathing as he bottomed out, and then being able to do it again when he moved his hips backward.
Ony felt Eren’s jealous glare in the back of his head and chuckled.
“Take care of my friend, baby,” he commanded.
With your free hand, you jerked your wrist to jerk Eren's cock, while Ony fucked you. Eren let out a groan of relief at the contact of your hand.
“Such a versatile girl,” Connie teased, making you flustered.
Ony was a precise man. He hated jackhammering during sex. All his thrusts were calculated to please his partner, not just to ejaculate. He was gentle, but incredibly intense. Slow thrusts didn’t mean no hard thrusts. So he angled his hips perfectly so that every time he hit the depth of your pussy, he struck a sensitive spot that made your chubby body tremble even if his pace was slow. The way your curves jiggled with his every move was mesmerizing, and all three men’s eyes in the room were fixed on you.
Your hand ran along Eren’s length, squeezing sometimes, stroking most of the time, as you moaned because of Ony fucking you. His hips slammed so hard against you, feeling so good, while still being gentle; this man was crazy. How was that possible? You hugged him more, wanting to make love with him forever.
Eren’s hand twitched at the top of your head, his breathing ragged. He didn't even contain his arousal for long and let himself cum on your face. You let out a chuckle at the surprise of the action. Ony leaned down to lick some of it on your cheek.
“Why are all of you so gay?” you asked, confused.
“Shhhh,” Ony pressed his lips against yours, continuing his slow love making
“Okay, Ony your time is up,” Eren muttered, punching Ony in the shoulder. Ony groaned, not even that close from release but agreed to withdraw from you. Eren cleaned your face with a tissue before placing a kiss on your forehead.
You let them manipulate your body into whatever position they wanted. You were now sitting on Connie, who had given the camera to Ony, with Eren positioned behind you.
You knew Eren was aggressive. You could feel it in his aura and the way he spoke to people. So, as both dicks slid inside you, your heart pounded with the excitement of being manhandled. It took a little while to adjust to the two cocks inside you, but once you were comfortable, Connie murmured, "Kiss me." You leaned down to give him what he needed.
You rocked your hips, Eren's and Connie's hands on them for the moment. Eren was dangerously calm as you rode Connie, and didn't give him much friction. The sweat that had accumulated on your back intensified as you thought about when Eren would snap and show his true colors.
“Boring,” he finally snapped, grabbing a handful of your braids and pulling them back, making you gasp.
On his knees on the couch, his hips moved back and forth at a punishing pace. Absolutely no attempt at a gradual rhythm to get you used to it; he didn’t care about your whimpers. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
Connie kept his hands on your hips, guiding them to gyrate on him. Sometimes, his hands moved up to touch your love handles, kneading your softness.
“The way we don’t need any lube,” Ony joked, moving closer to the trio, nudging his dick against your cheek while filming your flustered reaction. “You think you take three dicks inside you, baby?”
You nodded softly, wanting to please him. Eren released your hair to let you lean down to take Ony’s dick in your mouth. But Eren picked up the pace even more, hand on your back.
You almost choked on Ony’s dick with the aggressiveness of Eren’s thrusts, and the worst part was that Ony pushed his hips anyway. You looked up at him in surprise and he gave you a little smirk, zooming in on your betrayed expression.
“What is it? Your mouth is full of dick, you can’t tell me how betrayed you are that I have a bit of Eren in me. Poor you.”
Ony’s tone became more petty and you moaned on his dick, turned on by this new change of event. You hoped he would still have mostly his gentle side, but you don’t mind his mean side sometimes.
“Bounce that ass, bitch. You’re not doing enough for me,” Eren muttered.
Eren’s frantic pace made you gargling with Ony’s dick, the sound of it making the three men growl. Ony fed you his cock with quick snap of his hips, hitting the deepest spot you can take him. Connie played with your breasts and nipples clamps as he lifted his own pelvic floor to penetrate you deeper. Eren still stroked your braids even though he fucked you like he hated your guts.
The video continued to play, filming the spectacle.
But the camera will never be enough to understand the pleasure you were currently feeling. Hearing Ony groan because of you made you feel powerful. The fact that Eren fucked you like an animal made you let go. And Connie, who was a mix of both but in a submissive way, made you feel understood, since he saw your lack of confidence.
Everything was perfect.
But as always, your disability ruined everything.
Maybe they'll get tired of you like Jean did because of it. You patted Ony's thigh to let him know you wanted to stop, and when the boys realized you were overstimulated, they stopped everything, including the video.
It was like you had needles everywhere, and even the touch of a feather was unbearable. Anxiety and discomfort paralyzed you. You couldn't speak until the sensory overload dissipated, and you just sat on the sofa staring at the floor, extremely embarrassed by how you felt in front of them.
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𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
They weren't making fun of you. They understood what was happening and turned off the lights to reduce sensory input and did breathing exercises with you. You begged them never to mention it again, it was so embarrassing and you felt bad about ruining everything, but they always reassured you that they didn't care.
Now, you were in a polyamorous relationship with them.
It happened so naturally. The day after they sent the video to Jean, you were bombarded with messages from him, but you ended up blocking him on Eren's orders. Sad about your breakup, Ony took you shopping with him, and Connie made you Cuban dishes that catered to your autistic food obsessions to comfort you.
After a few days, you had stopped thinking about Jean because you were always spending time with your new boyfriends.
They were all diametrically opposed, but all perfect for you.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
This should have stayed private between you and Sasha.
When she asked you who your favorite boyfriend was, you told her you loved them all equally for different reasons, but that Ony was the one you felt the most cared for with.
One day, Eren was on your phone for some random reason, and Sasha sent you a TikTok about couples, saying, "That's so Ony, no wonder he is your favorite boyfriend."
You never saw Eren so angry.
No matter how much you explained the nuance of your opinion, he wouldn't listen and was deeply hurt that you were had a favorite in your relationship with them.
Connie was nonchalant, so he couldn't care less, but he wasn't helping to ease the tension in the apartment because Eren had been in a constant sour mood since the incident. During the week you made love individually, and on weekends you had foursomes, but Eren had stopped participating in anything.
Eren always played the bad boy, but he was one of the most emotional men in the world.
But, thinking about it, you understood why he was so hurt.
You and Eren had a somewhat special relationship. It had taken you weeks to get used to calling him by the word he wanted to hear from you, because it was new to you. But he deserved it. He lived up to the word. He had punched a guy at a frat party who had made fun of you for not talking much. He was the one who knew the signs of your sensory overload best. He gave you advice on how to earn more respect. He was all about making yourself respected, protected, and taken care of. A dad.
Of course, he was hurt that you felt more cared for by Ony than with him, just because Ony was gentler. It made him feel bad about his personality, about himself. He didn't want to be the favorite, but he didn't want to be one of the least liked of your quartet either.
“Eren, you're such a child,” you pouted when he continued to ignore you while he played Final Fantasy XV on the big TV in your apartment.
“You literally have stim toys,” he mumbled, not an ounce of gentleness in his voice, his jaw clenched.
“A real daddy wouldn't act like that.”
That's when you annoyed him. He threw his controller onto the couch, abandoning Noctis character, and ran after you. You screamed as he charged toward you and started running all over the apartment. Instinctively, you went into his room—big mistake. Eren locked the door and grabbed your braids, pulling you against his muscular chest. Eren had a sleeper build, thin from the outside, a greek god once naked.
“And a daddy wouldn’t fuck his daughter so what is your point, huh?” Eren mumbled.
You nuzzle his hard chest, not finding the comfort you can find in Connie’s body which is less muscular and softer. “Connie is better for hugging, like a real daddy,” you teased him.
“Strip.”
“Uh?”
“You’re going to learn who is really taking care of you in this house.”
── .✦ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
“I’m so sorry!” you cried, but it didn’t matter since Eren had pushed your face into the pillow. All your pleas, screams, and cries were muffled now. The only thing that could be heard was Eren’s ragged and your flesh bumping against each other. The backshots were crazy, and he wished he could send this to Connie.
“Sorry for what? Disobeying dad? Making fun of me? Be specific because you’ve been a really bad kid lately and it pissed me off,” he panted, picking up the pace, if that was even possible.
Your tears soaked the pillow and intensified as he thrust into you. It felt so good; before Eren, you didn’t know you could have sex like this because of your sensory issues. But it was perfect. Eren didn’t change much. He would always be dominant, and you would always be submissive. He would always choose positions where he was in control, always slap you, choke you, and spank you. It was very brutal, but it was so comforting for you, autistically. You loved routine. Eren's brutality was comforting.
“I love you, I'm sorry for saying Ony was my favorite,” you sniffed, lifting your head as best you could so he could hear you.
“You're only sorry because I'm fucking you to make you say it.”
“No, I—”
“I love Ony. He is the smartest man I know. People only care about his athletic performance, but he has a brilliant brain, very strategic. However,” he grumbled, “my kid can't love him that much.”
“You're right, I'm sorry,” you repeated like a robot because you wanted him to turn you over quickly so you could kiss your favorite angry boyfriend. “You're perfect for me, Eren.”
“Uh,” he smirked, his pace slowing down, “I don’t remember being called this.”
“Stop trying to make me embarrassed. Our relationship is already very weird,” you whispered.
“Ah, you're a hypocrite now? It's just because Connie came back from college a few minutes ago that you're whispering. When he's not there, you easily shout “i feel it in my belly daddy”. You think I'm stupid?”
“Shut your damn mouth, oh my god!” you screamed, mortified that Connie knew what you and Eren had as a dynamic. Connie was a bastard, he was gonna make fun of a dynamic that is deeper than just sex.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Eren’s chest. He pulled your thighs back so that you were lying down and in a prone bone position. He nuzzled your neck. “I accept the apologies of my daugther.”
“Ewwww.”
“Acting you’re not into that shit.”
You laughed and he kissed your skin, making you shiver.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : i just heard our girl call eren daddy in bed ??????????
lamelo’s left ball : wdym daddy that boy can’t even handle his own emotions
lamelo’s left ball : how he is gonna handle a kid
goofiestcubandick69 : thats what im saying
[...]
you : ummmm can yall forget this okay…….
worstpsychiatricpatient : im actually her dad tho
worstpsychiatricpatient : do you even know what is hyposensitivity in autism
lamelo’s left ball : you’re acting like that’s a fatal character flaw to not know
lamelo’s left ball : admitting you don’t know something is the first step to be smarter
goofiestcubandick69 : no but do she knows you ate your own shit when we were at the nursery
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : yeah thats what i thought
you : WTF ????????????????????
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐨𝐧𝐲 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Studying for exams was torture for your autism.
Exams disrupted all your routines; you now had to care about things you didn't care about, and you didn't dare complain to your boyfriends because you felt like you complained all the time. As if you had a monopoly on suffering. They suffered from exams too, and you didn't want to bother them with your usual autistic complaints.
You were trying not to burst into tears in the university library because of all the academic pressure and the sheer amount of material you had to study.
As you were reviewing your lectures’s notes, someone sat down next to you. A familiar scent of men's cologne made you stiffen as you looked at the person.
"Not sucking three dicks?" Jean smiled, but there was nothing warm in his expression.
“I’ll do what I want, you cheated on me,” you muttered, unsure of yourself, but like Eren and Connie had taught you to be more confident in your comebacks.
“You weren’t exactly the ideal girlfriend. They’ll leave you eventually and realize it too.” You looked away from the brown-haired man to your textbooks, your eyes welling with tears.
It was your biggest fear.
Being a burden to others. That’s why you tried not to complain too much about your autism so as not to bore your boyfriends.
You wanted your boyfriends to be able to talk about your personality first. About your love of pink. About your collection of perfumes and platform boots. About your knowledge of cosmetology. About your rare vintage clothes.
No, they had to tell all their friends during parties that you were autistic so no one would be mean to you because you didn't talk much because of not understanding the world around you and struggling to read the room.
You were chatty with your boyfriends because they had become routines. But anything new was difficult for you to understand, so you struggled to be yourself.
You shouldn't be ashamed of your disability, but a disability did what it did: it handicapped you in life.
"Many autistic people are happily married. My boyfriends are happy with me. You're the only idiot who can't leave me and prefers to be unfaithful," you said in a trembling voice before leaving the university library. You hoped your boyfriend were proud of you for standing for yourself.
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When sadness strikes, always turn to Ony. It should be a famous saying.
“Point in my life” by Gucci Mane was playing in the gym, accompanied by the sound of bouncing basketballs. You cheered Ony on as he made baskets for his practice. With each basket, you yelled, and he turned to look at you, laughing. The other people in the stands looked at you as if you were the male-centered protagonist of a romance novel, but you didn't care. Your baby, your man was surely going to be drafted this summer; he deserved all the praise!
When he finished his practice, you went to the locker room with him. You innocently watched all the men getting dressed in front of you, giving you strange looks, waiting to be alone with your lover.
Once alone, Ony d led you to the showers so you could get undressed.
“What’s on your mind? I know these eyes cried, ma’. Don’t fool me,” Ony murmured, kneeling before you when you were finally naked under the shower spray.
“W-What are you doing?”
He pressed your back against the shower wall and lifted one of your legs to his shoulder.
“You don’t know? Pussy eating therapy session.”
You burst into laughter at the absurdity but quickly panted when he buried his nose and mouth deep into wet folds.
“I… I feel like I’m going to burn out from the exams. It’s just too much. I can’t sleep because it stresses me out so much, and on top of that, I’m not doing my usual routines anymore, so I’m not myself anymore,” you paused to let out a moan as his tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot. “I cry all the time when I study, and I didn’t want to seem like an attention whore by talking to you about my problems.”
Indulging in your arousal, he groaned at the scent of you; it made him lose his mind. He moved his tongue deeper, lapping at you, twisting it inside.
“I’m scared you, Connie and Eren will leaving me because of my autism.”
That made him stop completely, and he looked at you in horror.
“The fuck?”
Thinking about what Jean said made your eyes water, and fed up, you sobbed. Sometimes you laughed, sometimes you cried; these days you didn’t even remember yourself.
“Mama,” he said softly, rising from the floor to embrace you, kissing your cheek wet not from the shower but from your tears. “Who put these shitty ideas in your head?”
“M-My ex…”
“And what did I tell you about that motherfucker?”
“That he was stupid to look at any other woman but me.”
“Exactly, so why do you listen to him?”
“I don’t know, he was as loving as you all, and still cheated.”
“Being loving doesn’t mean shit. He never helped you during a meltdown. We did. A lot. I hope he dies.”
You widened your eyes. “Don’t say that!”
“What are you gonna do with your socially anxious ass to make me stop, huh?”
You pouted. “Nothing…”
“Right, now let me fuck you good, you need it.”
He lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he stood pushing you against the wall.
He kissed you as his dick slid in, all his affection communicate through his tongue, his kiss, the way his hips slammed again you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands stroking his short hair under the shower jet which dampened it into tight curls.
“I feel so safe with you, Ony. Sorry for what I said, I trust you. I’m a bit tired because of school, I think,” you whispered against his lips.
“Yeah? You’re not gonna listen to this dumbass again?”
You shook your head.
“Proud of my sweet girl.”
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[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : are yall into public sex
you : NO!!!!!!!!!!
worstpsychiatricpatient : yea
lamelo’s left ball : hell no
lamelo’s left ball : nobody looks at my girl like that
goofiestcubandick69 : then why there is a rumor on the campus about our girl looking at naked men with you
worstpsychiatricpatient : thats even gayer than when he licked my cum
lamelo’s left ball : we masturbated together in middle school eren
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : man you’re a child
goofiestcubandick69 : and gay
goofiestcubandick69 : ony i didnt forget
goofiestcubandick69 : you put MY girl with naked men
goofiestcubandick69 : tf is wrong with you
lamelo’s left ball : why are we focused on ME when SHE was in my male locker room ?????
goofiestcubandick69 : mi princesa can do no wrong
goofiestcubandick69 : soy su perro
you : exactlyyyyyy
[worstpsychiatricpatient is back in the chat.]
worstpsychiatricpatient : two dumb bitches telling each other ‘exactlyyyyyy’
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : this man is true to his @
goofiestcubandick69 : don’t call mi princesa a bitch u motherfucker
goofiestcubandick69 : but call me a bitch if you want to i’m into that
you : ????????
lamelo’s left ball : he has the nerve to call eren gay
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
If Eren was your angry boyfriend, Ony your gentle lover, Connie should be your sexy latino man?
That's what everyone thought about Connie.
On campus, the girls with a latino men fetish are interested in him because of his accent. His tattoos. His piercings. His immigrant status. He knows these white american girls well, girls who see latin America as a land full of sexy men, who think latin culture is just about aesthetics. So he created three phases to find the right people for him.
First, phase number 1, which attracts all the girls: The laid-back latino.
Sweatpants. Tattoos. Laid-back persona. Stoned out a lot. Hanging out with the university's plug Eren and the university's star, Ony. Calling any girl 'mami'. The girls love it, adore it, and can't get enough.
Then, he reveals a little bit of himself, and that's when things get out of hand.
There's his "goofy" phase, when he shows how weird and funny he can be, even if it makes him less of a stereotypical latino man.
99% of the girls leave or get the ick.
That's how he knew you were the one because you never thought much of his goofy behavior sometimes and just went along with him. He feels so normal with you; he doesn't have to perform some racist stereotype with you, you just accept him with all his facets.
Now, he can finally show his final layer: his submissive side.
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Being the dominant one in the relationship was so much fun.
Of course, you liked being manhandled by Eren, or being praised by Ony.
But it was just as exciting as getting what your submissive man wanted tonight.
“Do whatever you want to do to me in my sleep. If I don’t wake up with you fucking me, I’m gonna blow up the apartment.”
You and Connie looked at each other during dinner, even when you were on Eren’s lap or in Ony’s arms. You both knew you were going to have fun tonight when everyone was asleep. You were going to have fun when he was asleep.
You crept into his room so as not to wake him. You climbed onto the bed and noticed he wasn’t wearing a blanket or a shirt. You chuckled; he was really waiting for this.
You leaned down to kiss all over his chest and abdomen, your tongue flicking around his navel piercing and all his tattoos.
His body shivered, but he didn't open his eyes.
You stripped him of the rest of his clothes and spat on your bare breasts, then smeared the saliva on the inside of your breasts. Your mouth watered at his hard pierced dick that reacted to your kisses. Big. Thick. Exactly the type of dick you wanted to rub your tits around.
You gently palmed his cock before placing it between your breasts. You added more saliva to your mess as you kneaded your breasts around him. The situation was oddly stimulating sensorially with the softness of your chest and the humidity of your saliva.
“Mami, I missed you,” Connie murmured, voice still sleepy as he rubbed his eyes.
You gave him an affectionate smile. “What do you want tonight?”
“Uh, you never learn? My body belongs to you. You’re the one who chooses everything.”
A fire snaked through your belly, igniting your insides.
You stopped what you were doing even though you saw disappointment in his eyes, but they lit up when you sat on his pelvis, sliding down his dick.
“Oh hell yeah,” he moaned, his hands coming to your hips but you slapped him.
“I didn’t say you could do that, Connie,” you chided him. “Put your hands above your head, I’ll slap you if you move them.”
His gut twisted with arousal, he absolutely nodded and obeyed with enamored eyes.
You couldn't say no to people but were able to slap your man, the duality of an autistic freaky woman.
You leaned down to stabilize yourself on his shoulders. Lifting yourself off his cock, you slid down again brutally, making him gasp and whine for more. When he whined too much, you slapped him and told him to stop. He almost cummed and bit his lower lip till it bled not to.
You did everything you wanted to Connie. A slow pace when your legs were tired. At fast pace, fucking yourself on his dick. Sometimes, you turned over and he thanked God women existed just to see your ass gyrating in front of him.
When you were the dominant one, you experienced less sensory overload during sex, that’s why you loved having sex with Connie so much.
You rode him, rocking your hips against him, your tits bouncing, looking like a voluptuous succubus who haunted him at night. It made him lose his mind, and spouting nonsense, his brain going dumb.
“Yesterday I genuinely cried because I wanted to eat you out but it was Ony’s day, so I ate so many sweets just to feel you on my tongue.”
Your heart fluttered and you leaned down to kiss him. “You’re so cute and weird, Connie.”
He forgot about the rules and just hugged his favorite girl ever.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
worstpsychiatristpatient : how do you cope with the fact that your girl is a rapist
you : WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
you : ???????????
goofiestcubandick69 : she cant rape me since i am her slave
goofiestcubandick69 : my body is her propriety
worstpsychiatristpatient : not only my girl is a rapist
worstpsychiatristpatient : but she uses mind control
goofiestcubandick69 : exactly
goofiestcubandick69 : my mind is controlled by her
goofiestcubandick69 : i always think of my girl
lamelo’s left ball : i’m employed what happened
you : eren discovered somno
[lamelo’s left ball is now offline.]
goofiestcubandick69 : thats why i love ony
goofiestcubandick69 : he knows how to mind his own business
worstpsychiatristpatient : just so you know i called the police
worstpsychiatristpatient : mind u i’m the only one who have a real job and a dangerous one at that
worstpsychiatristpatient : so fuck u lamelo wannabe
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
“Ma’, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
Ony took the star you were trying to put on top of the fake pink tree Connie had found on some niche website. He placed it where you wanted it.
“There is no way, it’s really the only color we will ever see at Christmas,” Eren grumbled, rummaging through the Christmas decorations you and Connie had bought weeks earlier, appalled by all the pink in them. “Christmas is green and red!”
“Well, it’s my girl’s world so I don’t care about Christmas rules,” Connie mumbled, taking a drag of his blunt, sitting on the couch.
“And you guys also have pink Christmas pajamas to wear!” you said excitedly, pulling out the pink pajama sets with snowflake patterns.
Eren winced, Connie gave a thumbs-up, and Ony chuckled. But they wore them all, just for your beautiful eyes.
It was going to be a fun Christmas, but you wouldn't trade places for anything in the world.
Because you were with the three loves of your life. In no particular order. Just the trio of your heart.
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۫ ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ sukuna is smitten with his beautiful wife ໒ྀི⠀ ⁺
⎯⎯ ゛⊹ heian sukuna ﹠ ⨍ brown skin reader + shes a sweetie
to claim that ryomen sukuna did anything less than adorn and adore you would be a disservice to the truth . . . a great one.
he treated you as if you were the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.
perhaps, it was because you were. from your sweet scent, the eloquence in your mannerisms, gift for effortless debate, all the way down to your brown skin. in all honesty, a sight that eased even the sorest of eyes.
while sukuna adored you specifically, appreciating your intellect and the way you kept both his mind and temper engaged . . . he was still a sucker for your stunning complexion. more often than not, he adorned you in foreign gems and jewels, purely to enhance your natural glow. the same one that left the man weak in the knees.
“sukuna…” you began, “are you finished?”, soft eyes wandering aimlessly above as you stood with your back facing him, your feet planted into the packed earth flooring of his quarters, a sliding shoji door leading out to the courtyard: where light and warm spring air filtered gently into the room.
“impatient…” he scolded, voice low yet full of fondness and respect all the same. one set of ligaments fastened a delicate gold chain around your neck, the set other brushing past your waist, the cold touch of metal meeting the warmth of your stomach.
his fingers finally clasping the golden chains together. despite his immense frame, sukuna moved with a careful, graceful restraint whenever he it came to you.
“ryo… you could have simply let the servants—”
“no.” he cut you off, his voice still gruff, yet unexpectedly soft spoken. “that will not do. i would like to be the one to prepare my wife.”
a soft silence settled before you turned to face him. “prepare..? prepare for what my lord?”
he let out a condescending scoff, only earning a frown from you, before brushing part of hair from your face, his large hand lingering a fraction too long. but not in a way that left you displeased.
“for summer. i’d think that much was obvious.”
“ah.. right...” you only nodded slowly, at a loss for what your husband could possibly mean. though his confusing manner of speech was not uncommon, you found yourself smiling and nodding as he spoke about his interests . . . particularly his discussions of historical warfare and battle tactics.
he rolled his eyes before looking down at you, sensing your confusion. akin to a predator sensing the scent of fear in its prey. “your ‘summer shade,’ as you call it. or did you misremember your own words?”
you felt heat gradually make its way up your neck and into your cheeks as realization clicked in your head. “oh! i simply did not think you remembered…” you whispered as he moved you in front of a still basin of water, your reflection trembling softly across its surface.
there you stared at your reflection as you leaned over, clear as day as the water began to calm, stray cherry blossoms drifting lazily across its surface. you could make out the delicate jewelry he had custom-made for you: a slender golden necklace with raised bead-like detailing, tiny diamonds and fractured rose quartz embedded within it. earrings hung gracefully, light enough not to pull at your ears in the way that vexed you.
when you rose to your feet to get a look at your husband, you found him with his lips slightly parted, staring at you in a manner all but identical to awe, his black robing draped loosely over his shoulders — going back to his irritated resting face one he realize he had been caught admiring you from afar . . .
you stepped into his arms with soft, graceful urgency, hugging him tightly. “thank you sukuna! these are perfect!”
he patted your head with faux begrudgement. “yeah, yeah…” he huffed. though the ever persistent beat of his heart and quiet rush of blood to his face said otherwise.
a heavy warm set of hands settled at your waist, the other two fussing lightly with your necklace, despite it needing no real fixing. “we need to try on the new outfits i had for you” he said, gaze flicking over you, taking in your features — poorly hiding the esteem in his eyes.
“sukuna..” you hummed, leaning into his hand as it brushed your face, earning a brief, puzzled glance from him. “you are aware summer is still months away, correct?”
he scoffed lightly, “and?” his hand stayed where it was, thumb idly lingering against your skin. “i simply prefer to be prepared… unlike you.”
a faint, smug curve tugged at his mouth.
“besides… these garments will look better on you than it ever could anywhere else.”
content warning !! - blackfem!reader, fluff, more WW themes, more slight corruption but we #move, more nsfw than last whoopsie, cowboy hat rule teehee, “first” time, creampie, light posessive nami, wee bit o angst but theres comfort
a/n - hey!! check out pt. 1!! glad i could serve u, anon!!!
cowboy!nanami who swore he’d never indulge in you again. he was already in hot shit with your dad because he started to slack off on yard and farm work and he had a feeling he knew why. and while, yes, he was a man of his word, he couldn’t resist your sweet voice calling out to him while he worked. how could he have ignored you?
fucking making love with cowboy!nanami was something that always left you wanting more, he’d never penetrate you and it was almost futile trying to convince him to do so. no matter how much begging and pleading you did, he always said he “had to save you for your wedding night”, at most he’d let his leaking tip slip (bars.) through the wetness of your cunt, a shiver assaulting him at the sensation. and he’d always cum so much! the reaction more prompted when he thinks about just how close he is to filling up your tight little hole as you flutter around him, but he has to wait, for your sake and his.
cowboy!nanami was in no way ashamed of you and was oh-so sweet to you! he rarely—when not prompted—cursed around you. in fact, as harsh as he’d look, acted around others, and how serious he was, you expected him to be a lot more composed around you. he accepted your kisses and wore the evidence of it with pride whenever he went out. anyone who dared question him as to why he had a lipstick stain near his collar or smelled like vanilla and cinnamon was threatened with the barrel of his pistol to the head. though he never would around you, exposing you to his true nature in work was enough.
whenever cowboy!nanami was dared to be questioned, he’s refer to you as his princess, and on the not-so rare occasion that he was laughed at, they were dealt with accordingly. he believed that you deserved nothing short of it all, if you wanted it, or so much as mentioned it in passing, it’d be yours within the next few days. he referred to you in sweet little petnames like that of ‘sweetheart’ and ‘darling’, but how he treated you was exactly that; a princess.
cowboy!nanami who’s touch with you was so gentle, if you were out in town and you began to drift in your steps, he’d carefully grasp your waist and redirect you. as he’d hold open doors for you, a large hand always came to the small of your back as if protecting you from the frame. but when it came to kissing you, he tried to keep his composure but it was so fucking hard, your lips were so soft and supple and he wanted so much to manhandle you right then and there!
sneaking around to see cowboy!nanami began to get harder since your father was home a lot more. why? because he had planned to wed you off soon, to get you back in your right mind after frolicking around with him for far too long. he’s tried to set you up with different men alike, from parlor workers to butchers, but each man was nothing like him, they were rude, partially disgusting, and hardly attractive. every man brought to her felt like an indirect attack on her, none of them lit a spark of fire that had long been there with the man who’d been with her for years now.
on a faithful night in which cowboy!nanami waited for you to notice him outside, his charming smile beckoned you down. it’d been yet another long week since you’d seen him, that then turned into two, three, then eventually a whole month, and every day that you waited, a heavy ache rested in your heart, wondering when he’d be back. immediately upon seeing him, that heavy weight had vanished.
quietly, you rushed out of the house, throwing yourself in his arms where he caught you with ease. the smell of gunpowder, dirt, and smoke—something you’ve come to find comfort in—takes over your senses. no suffocating cologne, no hint of dry raw meat—just him.
“someone’s happy to see me.” he smirks, one hand coming up to pat your head in the tight hug you gave him. when you look up he immediately sees the dread and despair, and moves his hand down to cup your cheek. “what’s wrong, darlin’?” his voice drops to one of a softer tone.
you tell him everything that happened in his absence. while sat in his lap the wheat field, explaining how your father tried, and failed, to play matchmaker, how each man he set you up with was nothing more than a disappointment. he listened carefully to what sounded like the worst month of your life, all while keeping you in his strong hold. he took in your complaints, seeing how much distress you were in, and could do nothing but sigh. he wasn’t the jealous type, far from it actually, especially considering that, from what you described, they didn’t hold a candle to him. he had (supposedly) ruined every other man for you, and he found it hard not to feel some pride about it.
after hearing your qualms and lending you an ear, he tells you, “i’m sorry that happened, sweetheart…” and presses a few short kisses to your forehead, cheeks and neck. your hands jump to his shoulders to which he pulls away and gently removes his hat to put atop your head.
“keep it. the next time you’re with one of them, they’ll know to stay away from what’s mine.”
cowboy!nanami who wasn’t jealous in the slightest, but was definitely possessive, and it was apparent in the way he took his sweet time with you. even though he swore he’d never indulge in you again, never lie, disrespect, or treat you like anything other than a princess—he wanted you to be his and his only, and he did exactly that.
“hn-ngh! hah…” you whined into his shoulders. cowboy!nanami’s cock filling you up to the brim, your cunt caging him in making it even harder to move. “breathe, hun… i gotta move…” he hisses, the deep drag of his dick as he slowly, intentionally, thrusted inside you. you took one, two deep breaths and let him take you, give you his all, become his. “fuck… i should’ve done this sooner…” he groans, his hold on you growing tighter which each moan that slips from your lips. “tell me how good it feels, darlin’…” and yet again, a desperate cry escapes from you, a little pathetically too. “‘m… so full… it’s…”
“you can take it, doll, i know you can…” a hand comes to the small of your back, easing you a little further down on his cock. the sensation being enough to reduce you to nothing but a shaking mess, “na-nami… please…” and you do your best to rock your hips with him, the same way he taught you in one of your many escapades to do something far more “appropriate” than this. a deep, gravely, grunt erupts from his throat, sucking his teeth at your desperate movements. “you keep—shit—doin’ me like that, i won’t last, sweetheart.” he huffs into your ear, breath hot on the shell as you eagerly, yet steadily, hump against his lap. “sounds like you ain’t all that opposed to it…” he grins, bringing you closer to him.
your pussy squeezes at his words, yet another whiny cry ripped from you as he tries to keep himself from bucking into you. an amused chuckle comes from cowboy!nanami as he leans back into the field, his hands now taking rest on your hips. “easy, darlin’… easy…” it’s now his turn to breathe, his hips jolting at every motion you make. “i… i wan’ it in. p-pretty please..?” you beg, and you swear he twitches inside you and not just because you hear his breathing hault for a moment. “you—you’re serious, huh?” he huffs, the chuckle that comes from him being airy. “m-mhm! i wanna… be yours…” he then takes a hand of yours, propping them right on his now exposed chest. “mine… i like the sound’a that.”
and it was at that moment that cowboy!nanami didn’t keep his word, even if he had already crossed the line that was blurred enough. he took you in the same way he fantasized many nights before, when his cock got too tight in his slacks and boredom struck him when away with nothing to do other than fantasize about your sweet “innocent” smile, how you’d take him—like now—and what cute little noises you’d make as he’d do whatever you wanted him to, wondering if you thought of him the same way he did, which of course you did. you try to supress your moans as to not draw anymore attention than you already were with the slick sounds of your juices mixing between the both of your legs and frantic huffing and puffing.
“c’mon, sweetness, take it—all… ruin yerself on my cock f’me…” his pace grows a tad bit, assisting you in reaching that high that was far different from the ones you’d reach on your own. “atta girl… damn, ease up a little…” cowboy!nanami breathes, hardly able to keep himself from spilling in your womb due to the movement from your hips that wanted so bad to reach the edge, to have him claim every inch and all of you.
and he did exactly that.
he came in thick spurts, your own orgasm following suite, his cum heavy as it pooled and leaked out your needy cunt. cowboy!nanami at the mess, pleased with himself as he catches your flustered expression. “yer daddy must be out’ve his mind if he thinks i’m gonna let you get married off.” he promises in a hushed tone to you, and in that instance, you could only think he was just speaking from his high, but he was the farthest thing from joking.
cowboy!nanami who definitely had some sort of influence on the town because the very next day when the next man that dared to stumble onto your front porch, saw his hat in your hand (which at the time your father didn’t recognize or question) and skedaddled right along his merry way.
no other man ever considered showing their face so long as that hat was in your possession, let alone on your property, and it only took you but so long to realize that you having it meant something more than just scaring people off:
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18+ riding your nerdy bf till his glasses fall off ˚₊·͟͟͞͞♡
There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.
You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.
“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.
“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.
“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.
You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.
Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.
onyankopan was steady. he had a confidence about him that wasn’t subtle, but it also wasn’t arrogant.
he was a dependable man, being the oldest out of 5 siblings. he had a hyper independence factor about him that you tried your best everyday to get him to let go of.
he took care of his people, and had a higher understanding of the way things worked than most people due to experience. he loved in his own unique way.
he was an acts of service man. the kind of man you didn’t even have to ask because he just knew you well. he’s smart and observant, always been the intuitive type.
he’s used to being on his own and doing things alone. he never really minded. there’s been girls he’s courted or try to date but it never really went anywhere and onyakopon couldn’t even try to pretend he cared. he knew he’d be good anyway. until he met you.
the type of man to ask you to be his girlfriend a month in. he knows exactly what he wants and he even waited longer than when he felt like he wanted to ask you because he just wanted you to be just as sure as he was.
the relationship was perfect if you could even believe it. obviously you guys argued or got into tidbits but even those were perfect. onyankopon communicated and you did the same. it made the relationship so much easier.
“come on girl, ain’t got all day.” he was rushing you. you hatedd when he rushed you.
“this my world, we got all day if i say we do.” you challenged him.
he rolled his eyes, “you got 10 minutes. you putting on your setting spray so i know you done with makeup. put that perfume and body oil on and let’s get the hell up outta here. this restaurant strict with late reservations.”
he knew your routine so well, studied every little detail about you.
unfortunately you did as he said and you both walked out the house, with correlating/matching outfits on.
he opened the passenger door for you where there was a big bouquet of flowers waiting.
“ony, you didn’t! these are so prettyyy! thank you baby.” you looked up at him with stars in your eyes and put your hands to his face, giving him a kiss.
“you was meant for me beautiful. you deserve nothing less and everything more. and ima give you that everytime.” he gave you another kiss and moved the flowers to the back so he can guide you into the car.
onyonkapon also knew he was made just as much for you than anything else. and he knows he’ll die a happy man living with that.
"you gon let me try y/n?" you frustratedly rub your forehead cuz this is the third time he’s said this with nothing behind leaving an empty space, like you had some damn powers to guess what was going through his rabid ass mind. "do what ony? you not sayin nothing forreal and you bout to get me heated.. sounding like a broken record or something." you roll your eyes focusing on your laptop screen. "try to do what the city girls say ‘n suck on yo clit to see if i can give it a hickey. yo ass need some head cuz you been actin cranky for a lil minute and it was tryna let it slide cus you working ‘n doing ya thing, but yo yelling and attitude shit making me feel some kinda way."
you sigh guilty. "i’m srry baby it’s just this shit is so fuckin stressful, and they act like im the only person in my position that can do this damn work." you get up to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck, sitting on his lap and soft breathing onto his shoulder. he massaged your waist turning his face to kiss at your neck as he spoke in your ear. "it’s fine mama just know that next time this happens tho ima take it as disrespect and fuck the stress outta you, and you might think ‘s a good thing now, but trust.. you won’t even be able to lift yo pretty finger when im done witchu ya heard?"
he felt you nod into his shoulder a "yes onyy." flowing from your lips softly, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, rubbing on the fat in your silk pjs. "ight then." gripping the globes and spreading them making you whine as you felt your pussy lips spreading. his bottom lip tucked between his teeth when he hears your breath hitching then sighing when he lands his usual rough smacks on your bottom. he groans a low "mmhmm" situating you right in the middle of his lap against his bulge. "c’mon ma you know the drill, stick it out f’me."
you comply arching your back, ass further filling his rough but soft hands, your clit rubbing precisely against his bulge as he continued his minsrations. rubbing, spreading then smacking, your moans started to pick up and he chuckles his deep and low chuckle that makes you clench around nothing. "that’s what ‘m talkin bout now gimme a kiss." you remove yourself from his neck, your face heated and eyes low, your pupils are blown wide as he brings his right hand up to your throat, holding it firmly as you look into his eyes, your pouty two toned lips not as glossy as they would usually be, the smell of them a kind of cakey fragrance letting him know that you only have on the vanilla bean chapstick you made him get for you he hums lowly.
"mmhm just look at my pretty baby." he pulls your face closer, pecking your bottom lip, backing his head away every time you tried to get more. he noticed your eyebrows twitch, pulling you into a heated kiss before you got too irritated, the hand adorning your throat squeezed down a little making you sigh pleasantly into the kiss, his left hand still caressing your ass while you’re unknowingly grinding your clit into his covered dick. his tongue made its way into your mouth and yours languidly ran yours against his not even trying to fight for dominance, his head turning the opposite way of yours to get deeper into the kiss.
you pull back out of breath which caused him to slap your left ass cheek, he bit his lip eyebrows furrowing looking down at your hips moving back and forth mumbling an "oohh fuuck." before shifting your jaw to the side, leaning forward to kiss up on your neck, you tilted your head even more giving him the space he needed. you moan, your hips stuttering in surprise when he sucked onto your flesh the painful feeling fueling your pleasure and his deep 'mhms' and 'fucks' that drowned into your ear making you throb, he smirks against your neck when he feels it, his left hand smacking your ass once more before sliding further down into your silk shorts. he moans when he instantly comes in contact with your unclothed cunt feeling your sticky warmth as he slides his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices making you shiver.
"damn ma you nasty.. not wearing no panties cuz you knew i wanted to eat it huh?" he thinks to save your clit for later as he brings his hand to his waiting mouth, groaning deeply when tasting your slick on his tongue, he cleaned his fingers sucking each digit as if he’d just finished a five star meal and if he had a say— it fuckin was. he put his fingers towards you in front of your face, not needing to tell you to lick him clean as your mouth hurriedly wrapped around his three fingers, tongue caressing and licking them precisely as if it were his heavy dick instead. he groans looking you in the eyes "no fuckin panties on ma.. and you sitting on me looking pretty as shit, sucking on my fingers like i won’t take you down right now."
a low breathy "ooh shit." leaves his perfect lips as he watches you purposefully gag on his fingers, knowing you can take way more than that, he damn near breaks his brain tryna pull himself away from you to change positions. he laughed at your startled face full of confusing by how fast it happened. "‘m sorry mama, know you was having fun with that but i needa taste of this faucet." you’re propped up on some pillows against the headboard as he is on his knees in between your legs, towering over your chubby small frame. ony smirks looking over your body, you already look roughed up without him touching you forreal, your twists in a ponytail, lips more puffy than they originally are, chest rising and falling with heavy little pants from y’all’s make out session and if he looked close enough he’d find a damp spot in the middle of your shorts and he was. he pulled his wife beater over his thick frame, showing off a tat going from his pec to just above his elbow on his right side, a half a sleeve on his left arm and your name right above his heart engraved in an infinity sign.
you look further down at his grey hoochie daddy shorts, his dick stiff and poking up a little and your face heats at the little puddle you left behind, eyes trailing back up to his face watching him take you in, his cuban link dazzling with his smooth dark brown skin under the setting sun that shined through the window. you bit the tip of your index nail smiling at what you were thinking before you voiced it, your low eyes looking into his. "ony baby you look like a slut." he smiled an actual laugh falling from his lips, he got closer to you, his knees pressed further into the bed as he did so, leaning over you his chain hitting your lip before the cold metal dragged down your sternum. he placed a kiss on your forehead, then a peck to your lips as his hand fiddled with your silk top, pulling it up from the bottom. you lifted your arms to make it easier for him, he tossed it aside some where in the room as he rubbed on the chub of your belly.
"‘n imma fuck you like one." he smiles at the giggle you let pass through your lips, you sling an arm around his neck bring him back closer to you, rushing him into a kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to pursue, snapping the band of your shorts against you making you yelp giving him time to pull away. he sat back on his calves, pulling your shorts off of you slowly, seeing strings of your slick connecting to the fabric before snapping with how fast he pulled them off, throwing them too. "these the lips i wanna be on tonight ma.. y’gon let me?"
he leaned forward kissing on your neck then your clavicle, wet kisses trailing to your hard dark brown bud making you moan when he suckles on it, pulling off and planting a kiss on the now wet area before doing the same to the other one. his lips wandering downwards, kissing and nipping on your small fupa as he gradually lies down on his stomach on the bed, he kisses your inner thighs dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you fidget from anticipation, groaning in annoyance when he kisses on the fuzz just above your clit, he pulls away a minacious look in his eyes and equally as terrifying grin. "can’t get mad at me mama.. you ain’t even answer my question."
all his teasing and soft but passionate touches have you bouncing back and forth from reality as you grumble a small "what question onyy?" he slaps your thigh lightly spreading your pussy open with his two thumbs, watching them get coated with your juices, more dripping from you when he blows on your clit making you clench around nothing. he licks his lips feeling as if he were a salivating dog "i said, ma.. is you gon let me kiss on these lips? they jus’ feenin for a few kisses right now i can tell." your hand holds the back of his neck, softly pulling him towards you til he gets the memo and willingly follows himself so he’s face to face with you. "yes daddy just wanted one mo’ kiss on these ones."
he smiled kissing you feverishly, licking at the saliva that connects you both, running his tongue along your bottom lip before giving you another peck. "you ain’t said nothing but a word." he went back to his previous position, placing one of your legs on his shoulders as he finally kissed your clit, making you sigh in relief. he kisses again tenderly before dragging his tongue flat on your hole licking your juices up then clamping his lips around your clit gingerly sucking the hardened nub, making your eyes flutter, especially when you feel his pink muscle run along your taint to collect the juice that wept from your sweet pretty pussy.
he spreads your folds licking every inch of your cunt shaking his head from side to side eating you out messily, you laugh breathlessly. "w-why you kicking yo feet uppp hahhh~" he laughs at you this time. "cuz girl.. i’m enjoying this shit, ima munch fuck is you talkin’ bout." your laugh turns into a drawn out moan as he buried himself back into your cunt, lying on his side he pulled his shorts down as far as he could before kicking them off the rest of the way, his right hand going to stroke his hard dick.
he pulled away from your pussy for a minute, chin dripping your cum, his left thumb rubbing your clit in circles. "mmh this dick so hard for you baby.. pussy taste so good ion even know if i want my dick in you yet." you choked back a moan at his words, your manicured hand feeling the waves of his hair beneath your palm as you pull his face back into your heat. "put it innn onyy~ please daddy~" he sucked his teeth pulling away again, removing his right hand from his heavy cock to slap your thigh, making you jolt and moan looking at him. "not yet girl don’t fuckin rush me."
he glares at you before using his left arm, removing it from your clit, draping it across your fupa to hold you down firmly as his tongue piston licks your clit, right index and middle finger easing their way into your gummy tight walls rubbing against the squishy wetness. "aaahhh fuuck onyy ‘m finna cum!" his arm pulls your squirming figure back to him. "unt unh don’t run now.. you was just pushing my face into this pretty pussy now that i’m really eatin yo ass wanna run? fuck outta here told yo ass i was a eater."
your back arched from the bed the best you can do without actually running away from ony— not wanting to be in no real trouble cuz he’s yet to fuck you. your head’s thrown back and you don’t even care if your next door neighbor can hear or not, specially if her ass ain’t come to check on you.. you ain’t giving her ass anymore sugar she better walk to the damn store. you’re pulled out of your thoughts yelling when ony curls his fingers making you choke on air. "hhahhck ahh haaah ony!" he smiles as your legs tremble at his sides, he starts pistoning his curled fingers knowing it’ll get a rise out of you and it did, making your head pop up to look at the man that was bout to end yo shit just in time to see him spit on your pussy to slurp it back up. you squeal, hips rising from the bed as much as it could with ony’s thick arm around your waist. "shhiiit daddy~ ‘m cummin soo much ony." he felt you squeeze around his fingers as he suckled on your clit, surprised when your moans went higher almost pornographic, as a gush of liquid left your hole. "fuuck yea that’s that shit ‘m talkin bout." ony opens his mouth to collect as much of the sweet juice as he could, the gulf continuing to pour because you couldn’t close your legs around ony’s big body.
"ffuuck!! onyyy~ tooo much!" tears streamed down your face as your juices came to a trickle, ony removed his arm from your waist to grip your neck when you were about to fall back. he pulls you towards him to kiss him, your cum flowing from his mouth to yours, you could do nothing but swallow the sweet but tangy liquid as onyankopon’s tongue invaded your mouth, he slipped his fingers out of you gently, letting them softly rub your clit as your legs quaked and body shivered, you sigh fatigued as ony pulled back. "you tired ma?" you shook your head ‘no’ licking his chin covered in your juices, your hazy eyes now a darker shade of brown almost black, while looking into your lover’s who bit his lip.
you lean against him, your chest touching his as you grabbed his weighty dick, making him hiss. "nah that just took a lot outta me, ain’t know i could do that." ony smiles feeling himself, his ego expanding. "i put that thang on ya’ huh?" you rolled your eyes a "whatever" snaking past your lips. "now i wan’chu to put that thang in me." you bat your lashes thankful that they were done yesterday with a newer, longer lasting glue cuz boy.. if not you’d be walking up in that lady shop tomorrow holding them in the palms of your hands like some caterpillars.
you stroke ony as he looked down at what you were doing, you didn’t need anything else to help lube him up because between his heavy pre cum and your squirting he was good to go. you twisted your wrist to give him more pleasure, hearing him groan as you squeezed his length tighter. "mmmh." he tilted your head up, damp fingers slightly clutching your jaw, pulling your attention away from his dick and onto his lips as he kissed you full of passion, moaning into your mouth. he went to kissing on your neck, sucking on your sensitive spots making you gasp and tug his shaft hard on accident, but ony’s nasty ass like that shit so he sucked harder and in different spots leaving your neck littered with hickeys until you had enough.
you pulled back pressing your right hand against his left pec, thumb running over your name as you continued to stroke him, looking into his deep brown eyes a pout on your plump lips fitting with your chubby tear stained face that was still in his grasp. yeaa.. he was finna fuck you up even more tonight. "daddy can you put it in now pleaseee." he hums in affirmation. "yea imma give it to ya’ cuz you want it so bad right?" you say "yes" distractedly, he was just letting you hear everything you wanted "you gon put it in all by yo’self n take allat.." you hum again as he gently pushes you all the way down to lie on your back.
"…ain’t gon run from me again.. no screaming murder when ‘m deep in them guts?" you shook your head a "nun unh" falling from your lips as he continued spreading your leg to either side of his waist again, chain glistening from your slick this time instead of from the sun as it brushes against your hard nipple, ony kisses on your collarbone then up your neck for the umpteenth time. "gon let me slut you out?" he kisses the shell of your ear to finally say "gon let me nut in this pussy.. give us a couple mini me’s?"
you nod the love and lust filling your head making you catch half of what he was saying, the intense intimacy of it all holding you by the throat the light pats on your face revealing it to be ony in its place. "if you heard what i said then answer vocally." you nodded your head wrapping your arms around him as he removes his hand from your jaw, placing it docilely on your hip kneading your chub. "yes onyy yes.. let’s do it all." he softly rubbed on your belly, an "ight then" leaving his plump brown lips that curled into a grin, his hand left your belly to stroke his cock twice.
you sit up on your elbows to see him in all his glory, letting your legs spread a little bit more as a soft whimper leaves your swollen lips when you focus your attention downward. his cock a heavy cut chocolate brown, 8’9 inches, his tip a pretty dark tan being a shade or two lighter than his base, curving to the right just enough for your pleasure, covered with your and his fluids well enough that you catch a glimpse of the veins along his thick shaft in certain lighting, ony kept himself well groomed, black pubes trimmed going up to a little happy trail just under his belly button.
he pulls you out of your stupor, smacking his heavy tip against your clit three times, letting out a low hum as his bottom lip tucked into his mouth. he watched your juices string to his tip as he rubbed your clit and up and down your folds, you could feel the weight of him when he rest his cock on top of your mound, your gaze winding back on ony’s, who’s already looking in your eyes with a smirk on his face as he slightly shakes his head tapping on your thigh. "put it in f’me ma lemme see if you really bout it."
you nod your head a whine falling from your lips as you reach for his cock, stroking it leading it to your weeping hole you tried to shove it in but it slipped, no matter how wet you were it wasn’t going in right away ony laughed at your greed. "be patient ma." you tried again. "onyyy cmonn!" both his hands now on your hips head thrown back when he finally enters your pussy. "oooh fuuck yeah that’s it." you moan, lips in a pouting o-shape at him spreading you only five inches deep. "feels soo good~" he looks back down to you to see you pinching your nipple the other hand on your stomach. "ahhh sshit ony~ waait!"
your breath hitched a moan when he thrusted in you, almost 9 inches fully sitting snug inside your constricting walls. "aht aht mama you said you could take it don’t be lyin t’me now." he begins to move slow and hard his pace making you choke on your words. "mmh.. ‘m not lying daddy.. jus so big.. feel you in m’tummy." the 'mhm' he let out sounded sardonic. "i know it is ma.. but look at yo’ tight pussy takin all of it." he massaged your belly and hips before lifting the back of your knees to your shoulders, making your tummy bunch up.
you grab for his neck when he leans down speeding up his thrusts, feeling your hardened brown buds rub against his chest as you tits bounced from his harshness, you kiss him roughly, moaning into his mouth and your right hand scratching up his lower back when he hit that oh so familiar spot. "fuuck! ony sooo deep~" "mmhm i can feel you squeezing my shit." you whine and bit his bottom lip on a specifically hard thrust that made your legs spasm, it didn’t take long after that before you came, a choked "dah-aghh daddy~" falling from your open mouth before drowning out to a whimper.
ony grunted, struggling to hold in his cum but managed successfully as he only leaked. he pulled out of your tight cavern, dick covered in your cum, bobbing slightly from the weight. "unh huh! on yo knees we ain’t finished yet." you turn over on wobbly knees, panting but still accomplishing your perfect arch as ony rubbed down your spine. "just like that." you jolt forward when ony rubs his thumb on your clit making your ass wiggle slightly, one of his hand gripped your ass cheek spreading it to see your puckered brown hole and pussy that dripped your slick.
his other hand held his cock tapping it against your pussy easing the tip in slightly before pulling it out again he did that a few times to hear the wet ‘fwapping’ sound your sweet pussy made and before you opened your mouth to complain he rammed into you. "ooh sshit!" ony laughed at your surprise slapping the fat of your ass before placing both hands on your hips, massaging them. "gon head ma bounce on that dick." you groan moving your hips, your ass hitting back against ony’s lower stomach, the sounds of your gushy cunt turning ony on to the max, he needed you to get your last nut before he busted in you.
"mmhmm damn ma you hear that shit? pussy so wet f’me.. fuck~" he looks down at where you’re both connected, a thick white ring around the base of his cock and your slick on his pubes making him twitch as he held you tighter, moving his hips so that you both were slapping against each other. "makin my dick creamy that’s what ‘m talking ‘bout.. who’s dick this is mama?" a long high pitched whine left your lips. "minnnee! ony ‘s my dick!" you could feel the tears dripping down your face as he pounded into you. "that’s right." his movements hitting so good it made your legs feel worse than jelly, causing you to slow your hips making ony tsk and slap your ass a lot harder than the last few times.
"throw that shit back ‘n stop playin wimme dance on my shit." you hiccup trying to steady your shaky knees and twerk on his dick, ony could tell the strain you used to stay upright was getting to you so he leaned up against you, caging you in, his palms next to yours and your hips flush against his stomach right below his bellybutton as he whispered dirty words into your ears while repeatedly pumping into you. "this shit all f’me.. all mine, ain’t it?" you were breathless as you felt yourself getting closer from his relentless thrusts, but ony didn’t care for that silent shit right now he wanted words, knocking that special place inside you with precision.
"i said right ma?.. ‘m hitting yo spot huh shawty?" you groan, eyes rolling back. "i’m not playing witchu y/n.. answer." he gripped your throat tilting your face to his, he thought your were beautiful with the tears running down your face and drool falling from your lips as he pecked them. "c’mon ma i needa answer." your eyes land on him as you nodded crying out. "yess!! ony ‘m yours! me, my pussy, everything s’yours!" your words slur into a loud moan as he kissed your cheek. "good girl now lemme give you this nut."
ony could feel you clenching on his dick and with one last hard thrust hurling you both into an orgasm, your upper half fell forward as ony moaned in your ear before leaning up, massaging your sides, back and ass. "you did good mama.." you hummed sleepily, ony pats your ass lightly knowing it’s sore from all the activities, pulling out of you slowly making you inhale harshly, he picked you up facing him as he laid down on his back pulling you on top slipping back into your filled cunt.
you let out a whine some of his cum leaving your pussy sliding down to his balls when he entered again, he shushed you kissing your forehead. "i know ma i know.. i’ll clean us up later i need to make sure you get pregnant tho forreal." you hum again, basically asleep as ony rambled about y’all’s future children which you paid no mind to, all your senses being fucked out of you as he rubbed your back lulling you further to sleep.
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