stack definitely the type to bully you while you got his dick in your mouth
just talking shit while grinning and looking down at you
i feel like that nigga really would hurt his girl feelings lol đ
he get carried away with the shit too telling you how you suck dick too pretty and then force it down your throat
he not a overly serious daddy dom like smoke is or mysterious daddy dom that keeps you coming back like Erik
i feel like he genuinely just be playing with you because he don't take shit seriously đ lol
like overly playful and doing to much and just overall disrespectful as fuck but the dick be hitting so you keep coming back
Confessions Restaurant & Lounge pulses with booming 808 basslines of UGK, Z-Ro & Trae Tha Truth. Thick Southern drawl in every Dirty South lyric that matched the crowd moving below. Brown skin, dark skin, copper skin, deep mahogany skin caught the strobe lights and threw it back in flashes. Gold hoops swung. Rings glimmered. Fresh lineups, silk presses, locs, curls, braids, and fades moved through the sea of black people like art in motion. Everywhere you looked, somebody was laughing. Heads tipped back. Hands slapped shoulders. You could see girls huddled and gossiping while sipping vibrant drinks that snuck up on them like a chill. Bodies packed the main floor, women in lace jumpsuits, tight dresses, skirts that barely covered ass, stilettos and platforms. Men wearing sneakers straight out the box, all the jewelry in their collection, grills gleaming like rainbows. Women twerked low to the southern beats while men watched from the edges with drinks in hand.Â
Up in the private VIP section, separated by velvet ropes and a low glass partition that let the noise in but kept the space exclusive. Plush black leather couches lined the walls, low tables scattered with bottles of top-shelf liquor and ashtrays holding half-smoked blunts.Â
Stack sat back in the center couch, one arm draped along the backrest, black shirt open at the collar to show the gold chains layered against his brown skin. His tailored pants fit sharp over his athletic frame, expensive loafers planted wide, rings catching the colored lights every time he lifted his glass.Â
She sat right beside him, thigh pressed against his. Her dress clung like it was painted on, short enough to show the length of her legs and cut low to frame the curve of her chest, the fabric shimmering. She held her posture straight, shoulders back, chin lifted just enough to project that ice-queen distance she wore like armor. Her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the room with cool assessment, and every time Stack leaned in, she answered with clipped words or a raised brow that dared him to push further.Â
Stack watched her for a long moment, the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes narrowing as he read the attitude rolling off her. His honeyed, Mississippi drawl came low, meant only for her ear over the thump of the music.Â
âYou been runninâ that mouth all night like you forgot where you at. Like you forgot who put you in this section, who decides how long you stay.â His free hand rested on her knee, fingers pressing just firm enough to remind her of the grip he could tighten. âYou know who you belong to. You know what happens if you keep givinâ me that look, like you too good for a reminder.âÂ
She shifted in her seat slightly but didnât pull away, her expression staying composed even as the tension between them rose. Stackâs thumb traced a slow line along her skin, his gaze dropping briefly to the way her dress rode up before lifting back to her face.Â
âKeep it up and Iâma put you right where you need to be. On your knees in this boothâŠthroat open while the music covers every sound you makeâŠyou think that attitude protects you out there but in hereâŠit just tells me how bad you want the correction.âÂ
His voice always stayed smooth, flirtatious on the surface but edged with the control he wielded so easily. It made her pulse quicken despite the cool mask she kept in place.Â
Stack fixed her with that sharp, amused stare.Â
âWhy the fuck you show up if you canât stand me?âÂ
She crossed her arms, her posture stiff and eyes darting to the crowd beyond them. âI came for the music. Thatâs all.âÂ
He chuckled low at first, then let it roll out fuller, shaking his head like sheâd told the best joke heâd heard all night.Â
âNah. Donât play that. You knew Iâd be here. So whatâs the real reason?â
âDrop it,â she whispered, turning her shoulder slightly away.Â
Stack leaned in closer, his gold chains catching the colored lights. His lips brushed her cheek, nose pressed against her hair, taking a sniff.Â
âI donât like being ignored. You hear me? Answer the question.âÂ
She stayed quiet, jaw tight, refusing to meet his gaze even as the tension pulled tighter between them. Her eyes flicked down for a split second, catching the thick outline pressing against his pants, heavy and obvious. She snapped her focus back up fast, but not fast enough.Â
Stack caught the glance, his lips curving into a slow grin. He chuckled, the sound warm and knowing.Â
âWhat you lookinâ at?âÂ
She shifted her weight, voice flat. âYou know what Iâm looking at.âÂ
Stack reached out without hesitation, catching her wrist and guiding her hand straight to the fat bulge in his pants. Her palm landed against the heat and solid weight of it, fingers brushing the shape through the fabric. She rolled her eyes hard, pulling her usual ice back into place like armor, expression bored and distant even as her hand stayed where he put it.Â
Stack watched her face the whole time, reading every flicker she tried to hide.Â
âYeah, I see you. Actinâ like you donât care, but your hand ainât moving.â His voice dropped lower, rough around the edges with that familiar taunt. âYou gonâ keep playing games or you gonâ get on your knees and suck this dick?âÂ
The question hung between them just like that fat dick twitching hard beneath her hand, a sudden pulse that made the thick shaft jump against her fingers. Heat radiated through the fabric, intense and alive, the warmth seeping into her skin like it was trying to brand her. She could feel every detailâthe fat girth stretching the material taut, the way it throbbed with a steady pulse that matched the bass from the club floor, the subtle ridge along the underside that hinted at its veined length. It was solid, unyielding, and growing firmer by the second under her touch, the warmth building until it felt almost feverish.Â
She bit down on her lower lip, teeth sinking in to trap the moan that threatened to slip out. Her body betrayed her even as she kept her expression locked in that icy mask, eyes narrowed and jaw set like she was above all this. But her mouth watered anyway, saliva pooling at the thought of wrapping around that big dick, and her clit thumped insistently between her thighs, a dull ache that pulsed in time with the twitch she felt in her palm. Defiance kept her spine straight and her shoulders squared, but the way her fingers curled just slightly against the bulge gave her away, pressing in to feel more of that thick, warm weight.Â
Stackâs eyes never left her face, noticing the way her breath hitched despite her best efforts.Â
âThatâs what I thought.â Stack whispered, shifting his hips just enough to grind the print harder into her hand.
Stack didnât wait for an answer. His free hand went to his pants, unzipping with a quick pull that freed the heavy length of his dick. It sprang out thick and dark, the fat head glistening with a bead of precum, veins pulsing along the shaft. She couldnât tear her eyes from it, the sight locking her in place even as her fingers stayed pressed against the warm skin now exposed.Â
Stack laughed low, the sound rumbling from his chest as he caught the way her gaze locked on, wide and hungry despite the stubborn set of her jaw.Â
âLook at that face,â he taunted, voice thick with amusement and that Mississippi drawl. âEyes all big like you ainât never seen a dick this size before. You actinâ like you too good but your mouthâs damn near droolinâ. Go on, admit itâŠthat look says you want every inch down your throat.âÂ
Stackâs hips thrusted upward, positioning that fat dick straight up so it stood rigid against his stomach, the full weight of his balls hanging heavy and tight below. It twitched visibly, the shaft bobbing with each rush of blood, the warmth radiating off it in waves that she felt even from inches away. The head flared dark and slick, a thick vein running the underside that throbbed in time with the southern bass.Â
Her defiance cracked right there. She gave in with a sharp breath, sliding down to her knees without another word, dress bunched at her waist, bare ass resting on her heels. Her hands reached to grip his thighs as her lips parted. The heat hit her first when she leaned in, that feverish warmth from his skin making her clit throb harder between her legs.Â
Stackâs dick stood heavy and rigid in front of her face, a network of raised veins pulsing along its length. The fat head flared wide, shiny with a bead of precum that stretched into a thin string when she leaned in. Her mouth watered openly now, tongue flicking out to taste the tip before her lips parted and stretched around the broad crown, struggling to take the girth as she sank down. Saliva welled up fast, coating the upper half of his shaft in a glossy sheen that caught the strobe lights every time she bobbed.Â
Stackâs hand rested on the back of her head, rings heavy against her hair. He let her work for a few strokes, watching her cheeks hollow and her throat flex. Then, he gave a short push that forced another inch inside.Â
âThat mouth tryinâ, ainât it?â He said, voice low and taunting. âYou call that sucking, baby? Feel like you just holding it.âÂ
 She tried to take more, jaw aching, but he tightened his grip and eased her back until the head remained between her lips like she was sucking on a lollipop. A wet pop sounded when he pulled free completely. His dick swayed, slick and heavy, the veins standing out darker now from the suction. Stack tapped his fat head against her cheek twice, leaving wet marks and sticky trails of pre cum.
âNah. Lick it proper first. Base to tip. Slow. Show me you want it.âÂ
Her tongue dragged along the underside, tracing every ridge and vein, saliva dripping from her chin onto her cleavage. Stack watched with half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth lifted, dimple peeking. When she reached the head and swirled her tongue around it, he let her suck the tip again for a moment before yanking her off once more.
âGreedy. You ainât earned the whole thing yet.âÂ
Stack gripped the base with one hand, angling the thick length so the head brushed her parted lips but stayed just out of reach. She leaned forward; he leaned back an inch, keeping the distance.Â
âUh-uh. Ask nice. Tell me what that mouth is good for.âÂ
Her answer came out hoarse, âfor sucking this big dick.â
Stack rewarded her with a single swallow thrust that barely stretched her lips before withdrawing again. Spit trailed from her lower lip to the head of his dick.Â
âThatâs better,â he said, feeding her another inch, then two, until her nose nearly brushed his trimmed hair.Â
He held her there, feeling her throat flutter around the fat intrusion, then pulled her off completely. His dick glistened from root to tip, strands of spit connecting her mouth to the head. Stack slapped it lightly against her tongue, the weight of it making a soft pat-pat sound.Â
âBreathe. Then try again. And donât stop until I say.âÂ
She dove back in, lips sliding down the veined girth with more determination, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. Stackâs fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her but never letting her set the pace herself. Every few strokes he would ease her back, denying her the deeper reach she chased, his voice smooth and cutting above her.Â
âStill half-assing it. Open that throat or Iâll do it for you.âÂ
That fat head popped free again, shiny and swollen, and he dragged it across her lips in a slow tease before letting her have it once more. She slid back down on him, lips straining wide around the broad crown, but Stackâs fingers tightened in her hair and he gave a low chuckle that held no warmth.Â
âNah. I donât want that pretty dick sucking either. You hear me?â He yanked her off with a wet pop, dick swinging heavy and slick, thickness coated in ropes of spit that dripped from the tip down to the base where veins stood out dark and pulsing. His fat length twitched, shiny and obscene, Stack slapping it on her tongue again.Â
âOpen wider. Get nasty witâ it. I want spit running down my balls, not this tidy little bob you think pass for sucking.âÂ
Stack fed that wide tip back between her lips but only halfway, holding her there while she sucked softly, then pulled free once more so his entire veined girth glistened and swayed in her face in a hypnotic dance. Her chin was shiny, drool sliding down her neck. Stack angled his dick so the head brushed her cheek, leaving a wet smear.Â
âLook at that. You tryna keep it cute? Fuck that. Slobber on it like the greedy slut you is.âÂ
Stack pushed her face lower, making her tongue drag along the underside where a thick vein pulsed against her taste buds, then let her suck the tip again only to deny her the rest. Every time she tried to sink deeper he eased back, the fat crown popping free shiny and swollen, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his dick.Â
âThatâs right. Make a mess. I want it dripping off my shit âfore I even think âbout letting you choke on the whole thing.â His free hand stroked the base once, slow, showing her the full heavy length before tapping it against her parted lips. âBreathe through your nose and get sloppy. Or Iâll just fuck that throat myself.â
She stopped fighting the urge and let it happen, drool spilling freely from the corners of her mouth as she worked her tongue along every inch he allowed. Spit coated the full length of his dick, thick strands stretching and snapping each time she pulled back for air. Wet trails ran down her throat and soaked the neckline of her dress. Stack watched with a satisfied smirk, his grip in her hair firm.Â
âThere it is,â he said, voice low and approving in that mocking way he had. âLook how quick you got it. All I had to do was tell you once and now you making a proper mess. Easy, ainât it?â He let her sink a little deeper on her own, the head of his dick nudging the back of her throat before he eased her off again. âFollow directions and this shit get simple. No need for all that fuckinâ attitude you walked in witâ. Just open up and slobber like I said.â Â
Her tongue dragged heavy and wet under his shaft, spit bubbling at the corners as she tried to take more without being told. Stack chuckled, tapping his slick head against her lips before sliding it back in halfway.
âYeah, just like that. See how much better it feels when you stop pretending? You can act like you run shit out there, but right here you follow every word, makes my job easy too.âÂ
His fat crown pressed deeper while spit poured down over his balls. The wet sounds filled the VIP space, louder than the muffled bass from the club floor. Stackâs free hand rested on her jaw, thumb stroking the slick skin as he held her in place for a moment.Â
âKeep going exactly like that. No fancy tricks just the nasty shit I asked for. You do that and we both get what we want.âÂ
She kept at it without hesitation, her mouth working steadily over every inch he gave her. Spit ran in heavy streams down his thick dick and over his heavy balls, soaking the front of his pants where they hung open. Her tongue pressed flat and eager, dragging wet and thorough each time she pulled back before sinking forward again. No resistance left in the way she moved, just the steady rhythm he had set for her.Â
âYou really canât stand me, huh? Always got that look like you wanna slap the smirk off my face. But here you are again, lips stretched around my dick like itâs the only thing that shuts you up. Every single time you swear this the lastâŠyou end up on your knees. Canât leave it alone, can you?âÂ
He rocked his hips forward once, testing how deep she would take it on her own. She did, throat working around the head without pulling away. More spit bubbled out and dropped onto the floor between his feet. Stack laughed, thumb brushing the corner of her stretched mouth.Â
âLook at this mess you making. All âcause you canât stay away from what you claim to hate. I tell you to get sloppy and you do it like itâs second nature. Follow every word I give you, even when you glaring at me with those sharp eyes. You hate how easy it is. Hate that you keep coming back for more of this.âÂ
The club music thumped somewhere beyond the VIP curtain, but in here it was only the sound of her wet lips and his voice laying out every contradiction.Â
âYou walk âround like nobody can touch you, but the second I tell you to open up you turn into this. Canât stand me, yet you canât stop sucking me off every chance you get. Makes me wonder what youâd do if I told you to stop right now. Bet youâd keep goinâ anyway, just to prove you can walk away whenever you want. We both know better.âÂ
Stack rose to his full height, glass in hand, the ice clinking as he took a slow sip. He looked down at her on her knees, eyes locked on the way her lips stayed wrapped around him.Â
âNo hands,â Stack commanded. âJust that mouth. Work it like you mean it. All jaws, no shortcuts.âÂ
She adjusted without a word, hands dropping to her sides. Her jaw flexed as she pushed forward, taking more of him in one steady glide. She moved like she knew exactly how to angle it, cheeks hollowing on each pull, tongue pressing hard along the underside with every stroke.Â
Stack watched her, drink still in one hand while the other rested at his side.Â
âThatâs it. Suck that dick like the pro you are when nobodyâs watching. Look at you, throat working overtime. You act like you hate my guts when we in public but in here you swallow every gahdamn inch of this dick like itâs your favorite meal.âÂ
Stack rocked his hips once, testing her rhythm, and she took it deeper without pulling back. More spit spilled over her bottom lip and ran down his balls. Stack chuckled, low and rough.Â
âAdmit it. You love this big dick. Say it while you got it stuffed in your mouth. Tell me how much you love choking on it every time you swear you done witâ me.âÂ
She refused to give him that satisfaction with words but her jaw worked harder, the wet sounds filling the space between them. Stack took another sip, eyes never leaving her face.Â
âCome on. I wanna hear it. You canât leave this alone âcause you love how it fills your throat. You love gettinâ bullied while you drool all over it. Say the words.â Her pace stayed relentless, lips stretched tight. Stack tilted his head, voice turning sharper. âThatâs my mean girl, keep going. Admit everything. How you canât stop thinkinâ âbout this dick even when you give me attitude. Say it loud enough so I know you mean it.âÂ
Stack held still, letting her drive the motion, watching every bob of her head and every flex of her throat as she worked him deeper. The club noise stayed muffled beyond the curtain while he sipped again, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.Â
âGood girl. Now keep that mouth moving and tell me the rest. How bad you need it. How you hate yourself for loving every second of this.âÂ
Stack yanked his dick free from her throat, gripping the base and started smacking the heavy length across her face. Each slap landed with a wet thud, the head dragging over her cheek, across her lips, up to her forehead, leaving shiny streaks behind. He did it slow at first, then faster. Her eyes watered but she kept them open, staring up at him.Â
âI canât fucking stand you,â she rasped, voice thick and broken from how deep sheâd been taking him. âBut I love it. I love all of it. This big dick, the way it stretches my throat, how you make me kneel and take it. I love choking on every inch even when I swear I hate you.âÂ
Stack let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and amused. He slapped his dick harder against her cheek, then dragged it down to smack her chin.Â
âLook at this pathetic face. Sayinâ you canât stand me while my dick all over it. You love it so much you drooling just from the words. Go on, keep talkinâ. Tell me how bad you need this dick you claim to hate.âÂ
He kept the pace going, smacking the thick shaft over her nose and lips, the wet slaps echoing in the VIP section. Spit flew with each strike. Her expression stayed wrecked, mouth open, tongue half out like she couldnât help chasing it.Â
âThatâs right,â he mocked, voice smooth even as he bullied her with his dick. âAdmit it all. You sneak around just to get treated like this. Canât get enough of how I make you feel like nothinâ but a hole for me to use. Say it louder.âÂ
She swallowed, throat working, and kept going between the hits.
âI love this big dick more than anything. I love how you make me do this, how you donât let me use my hands, how you laugh at me while I beg for it. I hate you but I canât stop wanting every second of it.âÂ
Stack grinned, dimples flashing, and gave one final slap across both cheeks with his tip girth before pressing the head against her lips again.Â
âGood. Now open up and prove it.âÂ
She proved it right away. Her lips parted wide and she took him back in, sucking hard and sloppy like she was desperate for some prize at the end. Her tongue worked the underside in fast strokes while she bobbed her head, cheeks sunken with every pull. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her dress as she pushed deeper, taking more of him without any hesitation.
Stack felt his dick swell thicker in her mouth, the head pulsing against her tongue as he got closer. He groaned low and gripped her hair tighter.Â
âYou want my nut that bad, huh? Look at you workinâ for it. Tell me where you want it. How bad you need it.âÂ
She pulled off just enough to speak, voice hoarse and frantic between licks.Â
âAnd want it so bad, Stack. Give me that nut. I want it all over my face, down my throat, anywhere you say. I need it more than anything right now. Please, just cum for me.âÂ
Stack chuckled again, mocking and low. âHold still then. Grab my glass and donât spill a drop.âÂ
She reached up with one shaking hand and took the glass from him, holding it steady while he planted both palms on her head. Stack drove forward, fucking her throat in hard, steady thrusts. His hips snapped towards her face as he chased his release, using her mouth like it was made for exactly this.Â
Stackâs body tensed hard, his hips jerking forward one last time before he yanked his dick free from her throat with a wet pop. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head, the first heavy spurt landing across her cheek and splattering up toward her eye in a hot, sticky line. More followed in powerful pulses, each one shooting out in long, creamy strands that painted her face white. His load was massive, costing her skin in heavy globs that dripped down her jaw and onto the neckline of her dress.Â
His face twisted in raw pleasure, brows furrowed deep, full lips parted around a guttural groan that built into a low, drawn-out moan. His deep brown eyes narrowed to slits, lashes fluttering as his chest heaved, the veins in his neck standing out while he emptied himself with a stutter of his hips. Stack aimed the next burst lower, letting the cum land directly on her wiggling tongue as she held it out for him, the warm fluid pooling there in a thick puddle before overflowing down her chin.Â
âFuck, thatâs it.â He rasped, voice thick and taunting even as his dick twitched through the last shots. âLook at all that nut on your pretty face. You earned every drop, didnât you?âÂ
She didnât pull away, instead leaning in to suck the remaining cum from his still-hard length. Her lips sealing around the head and milking him clean with slow, tight pulls until nothing more came out. Stack watched her with a smirk, his hand still tangled in her hair as he praised her through the taunts.
âGood girl, swallowing what you can and wearing the rest like a badge. Such a nasty little slut for me, huh? Bet you love feeling it cool on your skin.âÂ
She rolled her eyes at him from her knees, the gesture full of attitude even with his cum streaking her face. Stack burst out laughing, the sound rich and amused as he tilted her chin higher with one finger.Â
âThere she is. Always got that fire, even when sheâs covered in me.âÂ
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âShhhhh.â Tojiâs voice is dangerous. Low. His chin was hooked into the crook of your neck - and youâre getting pushed back down, down, dooooown his-Â
âOh myâŠâ Your mouth waters, weak arm reaching out to grasp the edge of the futon.
But Tojiâs guiding it to his shaggy salt-and-pepper hair. Making you tug. Making you wrench.
His other palm - calloused after what you assume to be countless years of training his Heavenly Restriction - comes up to plaster over your mouth. âUnless ya want them to hear.â He mutters, referring to the council of elders seated behind the sliding doors.Â
You knew it was part of the ceremony: to make sure that you and the older clan leaderâŠaffirmed your new union.
An arranged marriage, of course. The marriage of the century in jujutsu societyâs highest circles.Â
But even after a lavish wedding, and an even more lavish title suited to you, you still couldnât believe that you were married to Zenin Toji.
Perhaps expected considering that the two of you had met just a few weeks ago; youâd announced to your council that you were ready for marriage. And theyâd then presented you with a list of all the potential candidates for husbandâevery eligible bachelor from the Kamo clan to the rather obscure Fujiwara clan. The list had gone on and on with their names and ages.
And at the very end youâd spottedâ
Zenin TojiâAge: 38 (once divorced).Â
As soon as the elders had noticed you focusing on that one name, theyâd dismissed you with a nervous chuckle. âOh, thatâs just Toji. Ignore him, heâs just there out of obligation-â
âBut why would I ignore him?âAnd that had effectively shut them up.
Although what you really wanted were more answers.
Toji.
Toji.
Most of the other candidates ranged across their twenties, and they were names youâd heard of in mere passing during those stuffy clan functions. Toji, however, was beyond that age range and once divorcedâand youâd heard of him almost too well. You knew him without ever knowing him.
Youâd heard of the newly-appointed Zenin clan leader as he fought against every single elder to claim his rightful title as head - the first one sinceâŠever without a speck of cursed energy.
Youâd heard of the terror of the Zenin clan - or so they whispered - who could bring down battalions with a single swipe of his cursed weapons. He didnât need cursed energyâand what they feared above all was the power of raw humanity underneath it.
ButâŠyouâd also heard of the merciful man. The first Zenin clan leader to grant his wife a divorce when she wished for it, thus leaving him printed once more upon a paper listing jujutsu societyâs bachelors.Â
Leaving him impressioned in your mind.
Zenin Toji was an enigma you wanted to understand.
And you laughed at the expressions upon your eldersâ faces as you announced that the sole candidate you were interested in was none other than the notorious Toji. You could count on one hand how many had readily agreed to your union with the older manâand that would be exactly zero fingers.Â
However, the meeting had proceeded as tradition dictated. Your council of elders reached out to the uptight council of the Zenins - and theyâd reached out to re-confirm thrice that the man you were really looking for was Toji. Wasnât he much older? Wasnât he fearsome? Wasnât he difficult to understand?
You waved off their worries and met him over a fragrant tea ceremony.Â
To be quite honest; there wasnât much talking between the two of you - although the Zenin elders kept up a constant stream of chatter with the elders of your own family. Meanwhile you simply looked at Toji over the rim of your ceramic cupâandâwatchedâ
And he met your gaze just as intensely.
By the end of the tea ceremony, you nudged your elders to proclaim your approval for a union.
And Toji nodded his own approval.
The wedding preparations were accomplished in a week. It was a wedding for the history books - you heard that your council of elders were pushing to get it written in already - and it ended off with a lavish banquet that lasted into the long, long hours of the night.Â
As sunlight started seeping into the horizon, you and Toji got up from your seats at the head of the table. And you made your way to the master bedroomâwhere rows upon rows of elders sat outside in preparation for the consummation.
They were here to hear you-
âFuck.â You canât stop the sudden whimper that escapes you at the feeling of Toji hiking up one of his muscular thighs. He still had his wedding robes on - dishevelled upon his frame, the graze of expensive Zenin cotton nâ silk makes you shiverâ
And as soon as you do, you feel one of his large palms settle at the base of your spine.
Toji keeps you pinned down - deliciously helpless - once he reaches that upright leg forwards and rests his heel atop your scalp. Stepping on your sweaty crown. Keeping you pinned in one place as he fucks you- with a sheer audacity that makes your jaw drop.
âCareful.â Tojiâs low tone trundles out. Youâre bent into such a shape that it makes his cock thicker- stretchinâ out your snug channel with a sultry squeeeelch! âKeep your mouth open like that and youâll catch flies.â
Leaning down as far as he could, he then spits.
âOr youâll catch me.â
A few more vicious strokes that leave you gaping.
A few more changing angles- Toji was the type to not just straightly thrust. He was stirring his cock âround in somewhat circular motions of his hips as he pummeled inside, managing to hit eeeeevery single nerve-ended spot inside you. âAnd- hah, and we wouldnât wanna explain that to those old toads, heh?â Asking you. And thenâŠnot you. âIsnât that right, fuckers?â
Thereâs restless murmuring from outside.Â
âW-well, maybe if youâfuuuuuck.â Just as soon as youâre mid-sentence - as though Toji had been waiting for this exact moment - he reaches forwards and slams! his ruddied tip into you hard enough that you can feel him in your damn throat. âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-âÂ
âLoud.â Scoffing. âThough I bet they already know whatâs happening- hah.â
You were in utter shambles.Â
Tojiâs cock was sensually curved towards the right - the perfect angle to spot those areas where you were most sensitive and stimulate them until you were crying. âY-youâre so shamelessâ!â
With a roll of his forest-green eyes, the clan leader crouches his body further forwards and accelerates his pace. His heel pressing down even harder.
With this position he had you in, Toji couldnât keep his palm glued to your drivelling maw anymore. And he was letting it aaaaaall outâthe more nâ more pretty moans that were leaving you, the more heâs speeding up his hips. Purposefully thumping his blushinâ red tip down your most precious spots.Â
And as if that wasnât enough, heâs using his free hand to sift apart your stuffy pussy. Pressinâ aside your folds and getting a good eyeful of your entrance - getting flooded with his rock-hard inches, and then emptied out for him to do it all over again. And again. And again and again andââAnd who was it that decided to marry me?â
You donât know whatâs hitting you harder: the shock of being called out, or the sudden wad of saliva that heâs spitting between your legs. âWellâŠmeâŠâ
Toji nods. âPretty young thing like youâŠfor what reason could you want to marry- me-â Every space between his words was punctured with a targeted strike to your g-spot. âMoney? Name? Power?â
Your headâs getting foggy - you donât even realize that youâre drooling before Toji looks down and tuts. He watches as a slick puddle formulates underneath youââDid you wanna marry this olâ clan leader for power, doll? Sâthat what you wanted?â
As much as you could, youâre shaking your head- difficult, given the way he still had the heel of his foot on you.
âNo? Then what?â Toji pretends to think. âHmmm, could it be that your clan elders pressured you into this, doll?â And just at that moment, he stops- even though it seems as if he wanted to say more. âIâll kill you all ifââ
It wasnât targeted towards you.Â
But youâre vehemently denyingââNo. No. Not at allâŠâ Sobs and sultry moans strangle in your throat, and your poor, poor hips are driving back into his as much as you could. âPlease- oh, I j-just wantedââ
âLet me think.â Now that heâd started his vigorous pace up again, your eardrums were crackling with the constant pap-pap-pap! of Tojiâs toned hips hitting yours. He was just so large - in every possible way, it was as though he was engulfing you with his massive body, with his shaft stretchinâ out your insides in ways youâve never experienced before. âIs it because- haaaaahâŠâ Toji breathes, the cloud of his heated breath wafting down your arched spine. âIs it because you knew that those other- boys couldnât fuck you as well as I could?â
Your jaw drops- âFuck.â
But it seems that Toji had found his footing. He drags you even harder against him - the ramming of your two bodies almost violently shaking the flooring beneath. âIs it because you knew that- mmm, this pussy would always be satisfied with me?â Whatever little jostling youâre experiencing at his movements, heâs considering it a nod. âIs it because youâd been greedy? Because youâve been yearning-â
Somehow, heâs tipping his head backwards and managing to perfect a stream of spit down onto your stuffed cunt.
â-for someone more mature. Someone that knows how to handle a pussy, doll?â Voice dipped in lust. âHave you been yearning for Zenin Toji to fuck you properly?â
âY-yesââ You pitch out softly. Sniffling. Seeing stars behind your eyelids. âToji, mâso closeâŠâ
âSo cum, then?â He snickers, as though it should be the most obvious thing in the world. âWhatâre you waiting for? Permission?â Leaning back and projecting his voice - though, not for you. âJust so yâknow, Iâm gonna make my wife cum.âÂ
âOh-oh my godââ The words crackle in your throat as a final bash to your syrupy-sweet spot leaving you careening into your high. Stars of pleasure burst behind your shuttered lids - and youâre dragged through wave upon wave of white-hot bliss.Â
It overtakes you like nothing youâve ever felt before.
And Toji was only more than happy to prolong them using his length. Hitting you right when your peaks were at their highest - and if you were in the right state, then youâd wonder how he even managed to time them - and making your veins feel molten within. Making you whimper and thrash into him. Thrashing and thrashingâfucked like youâve never been before through your orgasm.
Youâre so hazy afterwards that you barely even register the shuffling outside the bedroom - as the elders started making their way back to the banquet. Mission accomplished, you suppose.
And Toji takes his foot off your head.Â
âHaaaaah, fuck.â He hisses. âWant to give them an encore, my wife?â
You couldnât nod faster.
Before you know it, heâs tipping his head back and calling out - at the eldersâ
âGet ready for an encore, fuckers.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Parent-teacher DATING?!
âMs. TeacherâŠâÂ
Itadoriâs sweet, sweet voice breaks through your conversation with one of the parents; and youâre looking down to see him clasping one end of your flower-patterned apron. Pink brows furrowed. Chubby cheeks puffed. And how could anyone resist that face?
So throwing an apologetic smile at the parent, youâre leaning down slightly so that you could hear the little boy better. âYes, Yuji?â
He cups a hand over his mouth then leans in towards your ear as if to whisper. âI have a secret to tell you.â And he does not whisper.
Still, you bite back a giggle and ask. âOh, really? How exciting. Do I get to know that secret, Yuji?â
He nods.
Then leans in once more-
âMy papa has a big, big crush on y-â
âYujiâ!â
You didnât have to look up to see that it was none other than Nanami Kento, Itadoriâs father, pushing past a few gossiping parents and kids playing jumprope- heading in your direction. He quickly clasps Itadoriâs arm and gently tugs the boy away, âI am so, so sorryâI have no idea whatâs gotten into him-â Nanami pinches the top of his nosebridge with a sigh. âHe seems to have gotten it into his head that I have f-feelings for you, andâŠâ
You watch, almost astounded, as the ever-stoic Nanamiâs ears burn bright red.
âA-and I sincerely apologize if he made you uncomfortable in any way-â
âOh, no.â Youâre raising your hands up and fervently shaking your head. âHe didnât make me uncomfortable at all. Did you, Yuji?â
âYup!â Those tufts of pink hair atop his head bounce as he nods as well, beaming - happy to see that you were on his side, at the very least. He then turns back to Nanami. âI didnât make Ms. Teacher uncomfortable, papa. I just told her what you told me-â
âSunshineâŠâ Nanami grumbles, though with less panic in his voice this time.
And youâre biting back a smile as you look between the handsome father and his son; itâd been two years since Nanami had adopted Itadori, according to what the man had told you when heâd first enrolled the boy in Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary. Since then, youâve had the privilege of watching over the father-son duo as they become closer, as they found family in one another, as they opened themselves up to both the school and you.Â
And although you knew you shouldnât have favorites as a teacher - you canât deny that one of the best parts of your day was seeing the two.Â
Yes, the two.
It didnât quite help that Nanami Kento was the talk amongst the single ladies and men at pick-up. Tall. Tender. With his broad shoulders and his blond hairâalways slicked back, not even a single strand out of line.Â
Nanami was the type of man to hold doors open for students, other parents, and teachers alike - heâd happily stand there for half an hour as an entire grade passed by, if he had to.
Nanami was the type of man to not worry about what anyone thought of him as he let his energetic son paste stickers all over him, or use the play make-up heâd snagged from Kugisaki.
Nanami was the type of man to buy you a large bouquet of roses for Teacherâs Day- roses. And heâd apologized for at least fifteen minutes about not meaning any sort of innuendo, and heâd completely understand if you didnât want to take themâyouâd cut him off then nâ there by taking them with a gracious thank you. Even if others at pick-up shot you knowing smiles.Â
So could you blame yourself if you happened to form a crush on the man?
And hearing what Itadori had to say about it nowâŠ
âI wouldnât mind, yâknow.â You speak once youâd ushered Itadori to play with some of his friendsâFushiguro and Kugisaki had just been dropped off. And Nanami was still standing next to you, watching as his son scampered off after causing perhaps the most chaos heâs ever experienced in his life.Â
But ahâŠyour voice was low enough that it couldnât be heard by anyone around you two. Perhaps not even Nanami himself- but of course, he heard.
Of course, he heard.
He turns to you with widened eyes, âI uhâŠI- excuse me?â
You turn back to him with a grin, âHow about coffee sometime this week?â
âI have a better plan.â As soon as the first bout of shyness wears off, heâs clearing his crackling throat and answering you. âHow about dinner?â
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âFuck. Fuck. Fuh-fuck.â Nanami wrenches between clenched teeth. His hot breath sticks against the side of your throat; and every single puff makes your skin erupt with perspiration.Â
Which worked for himâit just let the movements between your two ravenous bodies proceed even faster, slipperier, sloppier. Nanami has you pressed flat against his neat mattress, in a bedroom that was humble and meticulously organized - and with Itadori at Fushiguroâs for a sleepover, the two of you could let those ancient bedsprings creak as much as they liked.Â
Nanami could fuck you as hard as you liked.
Heâs grinding that golden happy trail into your front; both palms pressed flatly atop your inner thighs to keep them open. To keep you stretched as faaaaar apart as you could goâbecause fuck- Nanamiâs cock was thick enough that he had to pin you down nâ squeeeeeeze his inches inside as far as they could go.Â
Rubbinâ his prominent veins along your walls. Entire body tensing up whenever you clench-
âFuuuuuuck.â With a heavy sigh, heâs letting his head tip backwards. And honestlyâyou donât think youâd ever seen a more attractive sight.Â
Youâve always known that Nanami was ripped underneath those office button-ups of his - but this was damn-near Herculean. The way his shoulders were defined and pulled taut as they closed in on you, the way his chest was absolutely lusciousâyou almost wanted to take a bite. And youâd guessed that with energetic Itadori as a son, he hadnât had the time to hit the gym lately.
Because there was a layer of thickness over his muscles that left Nanami softer and stronger- the soft curve of his belly pushes down on your core.Â
Jostling your body back nâ forth with every honed thrust.
Banging at the back of your cervix and your throat- âFuck. It feels so good, Kento.âÂ
âS-soooooo fucking good.â And you wonder which one of you two was more gone on your syrupy cunt: you or him. Nanami struggles to keep his damn head up- collapsing into the crook of your neck and letting out botched groans- every single time his sensitive tip slid uuuuuup your channel into its deepest depths. He almost sounded as though he was in pain as he weptââF-forgive me, darling.â
Perking your head off the plush pillows, âWhat for, Kento?â
âWell itâs justâŠâ And his foggy glasses were still on his face - which Nanami pushes up his nose bridge. âI havenât felt this good inâforever. So forgive me if Iâm a littleâŠâ
And then heâs surging his hips forwards and giving you a good thwack! with the rounded end of his shaft. Enough to make stars appear in your vision-
â-rough.â
And then itâs like the floodgates have opened.
Because Nanamiâs grip on you grows hard enough to leave fucking nail marks, his sweat splashes with the urgency of his movements. âAnd I wanted to f-fuck you all niiiiiice and slow like this pretty pussy deserves.â Those strong arms keep manhandling you open as he shovels straight into you. âW-wanted to show you that a mature man like me could- hngh, make you feel the best youâve ever felt.â
âBut I already doâŠâ You huff out, arms thrown needily around his neck.Â
Yet Nanami doesnât seem to hearâhe doesnât even seem to register. At least, the only acknowledgement that you get of your response is the way his body flinches ever-so-slightly at the mere sound of your voice. âAnd yetâŠâ Those hazel-brown eyes of his widen as they run down your body, ultimately resting where your pussy was bloated all âround him. âAnd yet, one kiss of these pretty lips and Iâm done for.â
âD-done forâŠâ You repeat - mostly because you donât know what else to do.
Donât know what else youâre capable of doing other than wrapping your weak legs around his waist. Your hamstrings stretch and scream; and youâre sobbing yourself as his pace seems to accelerate.
âI can feel myselfâŠâ Nanami speaks through a watery mouth. â-getting fucking addictedâshit, like some hormonal punk. I should know better. A man my ageâŠâ
âOh- oh, Kento.â
âI should know better- I should fucking know better.â He admonishes himself - though that doesnât stop or even slow down the feral pap-pap-paps! of his pelvis hitting yours. Through scrunched-up eyes, heâs gazing upon you. âC-canât believe you got some old man like me-â Despite your instant protests. â-to finally break.â
After a few more sudden strikes - almost animalistic - youâre managing to string together enough syllables. âButâŠI donât mind, Kento.â
And thatâthat might just be the one thing that makes him falter. âPardon?â He blinks up at you with glazed-over eyes.
Nodding, âI promise I donât mind.â In fact, youâre tugging him in with a fistful of his blond strands between your fingers. âI- ngh! want you to go even harderâŠif you can-â
âOf course I can, my love.â The both of you are startled by his instant answer. âI-I mean, if you know that it means I might leave a few marks andâeven more marks.â Perhaps most notably on your spongy cervix, welcoming his bashing thrusts.
But you donât mind. Like you said.
Youâre nodding even harder, âYes, please.â
So polite. How could he ever refuse?
And in the blink of an eye, the blond-haired man leans over to clasp that patterned tie draped over his bedpost. Itâd gotten thrown there sometime after the frenzy of getting home - quite convenient for when Nanami wanted to throw it loosely over his clammy neck and give you the other end to hold ontoâ
âDonât be afraid to pull if it gets too much.â He puffs out at you in a breezy breath.
âToo much?â You ogle up at his handsome face. You half-jokingly wondered whether the bed - and perhaps you - would be in one piece by the time that Itadori gets home tomorrow. It was going to be a never-ending nightâŠ
âMhm, because this is going to be rough, darling.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Controversy.
WHO IS ROCKSTAR HEARTTHROB GETO SUGURUâS GIRLFRIEND? HOW CAN WE BE HER?!
GOLD DIGGER?! BASSIST OF 6EYES SHUTS DOWN MALICIOUS RUMORS SURROUNDING BEAU: SAYS THEY ARE âBULLSHITâ.Â
DILF OFF THE MARKET: GETO SUGURU CONFIRMS RELATIONSHIP OF âYEARSâ HE SAYS.Â
Everyone knew of Geto Suguru. Or so it seemed when they were screaming his name and cursing yoursâeveryone wanted to be with him.Â
Or be him.
Who wouldnât? Thick rings. Grey-black hair. Feline smile.
A 6â2, long-haired dreamboat that just-so-happened to be the bassist of the hottest rock band on the charts right now: 6Eyes. Theyâd been discovered quite early on - when theyâd just been out of high school, actually - and had maintained a steady presence in the music scene ever since. Shattering record after record and filling stadium after stadium. By the time youâd gone with some of your college friends to one of their concerts, they were already titans in the industryâand youâd been an instant fan.Â
So imagine your surprise when your friend announced that one of the security had invited your group backstage.Â
That was the night youâd met Geto Suguru - youâd locked eyes and the both of you had just known.
You signed that NDA. You met for dates under disguises. And youâd even met his young adopted daughters- oh, you adored them.
Several months later, when TMZ or some other site had broken the story of Geto secretly dating a fan over ten years younger than him - and that was when scandal ensued. The fandom was rabidâand you understood.
Though Geto, who was rather used to biting headlines and speculation, told you that the whole thing would blow over soon enough- you holed up in your shared penthouse. You turned off your social media notification. You tried not to turn on any celebrity news channel.Â
And you decided: the very least you could do is make a good first impressionâŠ
âEasy nowâŠeasy thereâŠâ Geto holds the recorder in one hand nâ the side of your hips in his other. Youâre maddeningly aware of both the rolling tape and the way his puckered, pretty tip is getting guided to your entranceââDonât strain yourself now. Trust Suguru.â
Just the very first inch of it slipping lusciously between your pussylips and easing inside.
Geto was always so thick, donning numerous veins that creep up the sides of his shaft in zig-zagging patterns. And the sheer girth of him intruding is enough to make you gasp-
âMmm, thatâs good.â The older man murmurs with a smile- long, greying hair forming a curtain around the two of you. âLetâs try again. A little louder this time.â Before he reels his hips back the mere inches heâs squeezed inside, and then ramminâ right back in again - it sounds the loudest squelch! as youâre taking even more of him. âOhhhh, thatâs good. Maybe I can use that as the outro, heh?â
âMaybe just use it for the entire ch-chorus.â You hiss.
âTrying to take my spotlight?â Geto leans down to kiss your swollen lips- or so you think. Heâs pressing his pierced mouth against yours and gnawinâ down on your lower lip.
âScared of- mmpf. Scared of being ousted by the young new talents?â
The edges of his lips curling upwards. âA rock veteran like me? Oh, I donât think I have anything to be scared ofâŠâ
And you can only moan straight into his greedy, greedy maw as youâre jostled back and forth. Getoâs thrusts were oh-so-merciless and puncturing deeeeep into your wombâusing the smooth Prince Albertâs piercing atop his flared tip, heâs torching every hidden spot and nerve-end inside. Mazinâ around your walls and pushing into those little ridges that just made your back arch into him-
His eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles.Â
âHey hey-â The only thing snapping you out of your frenzy is Getoâs sharp tuts. He stalls your restless hips by hooking his fingers into your thighs and throwing them over his broad shoulders- dragging you back into him. âDonât run away, gorgeousâthe studio sessionâs not over yet.â
âI wasnât running away.â You huff.
âSure seemed like it to me.â He grins - that silver piercing of his glinting in the dim lighting. It was the type of Cheshire-cat grin that you knew wouldnât bode well for youâŠand as soon as youâre thinking about it, Geto opens his sensual mouth and spitsâstraight between your lips.
The wad lands softly on your tongue.
And Geto himself reaches a second ringed hand up to close your jaw- to urge you to swallow. âRemember to keep those vocals hydrated, gorgeous. Weâre getting to the good part now.â
You think you could gasp at the audacityâbut whatâs leaving you instead are a series of long, lewd moans. Mewls. Pleas.Â
Heâs drawing them out over and over again by hiking your thighs up his shoulders and pressing you into a mean mating press- lunging his body down into yours. Crushing your pliable self underneath him. Slashing your cervix with loooooong thrusts and his ropey precum puddling sweetly at the back of your pussy.
âYeah- yeah, louder now.â Pushing the recorder even closer. âLouder, girl.â
âI amâoh.â With the way he was fucking you like he almost hated you - though it was rather the opposite - your sentences warble with hiccups and gasps. The lines of his veins were somehow massaging the exact hidden spots that drove you wild.Â
âYou got this.â
âFuck-â
âLouder. Sâjust you and me.â This was exactly what he wanted to hear - his favorite melody was you. âJust a bit of chopping up nâ remixing- this is perfect. Gonna sound so fuckinâ pretty to my bass.â
âFuh-feels so good-â
âMhmmm, I know, gorgeous. Now let the listeners know.âÂ
Making your noise pitch upwards in volume.Â
After a few more strokes, he bores down at you with a thoughtful expression. âNowâŠwhy donâtcha try calling me âSuguâ for the recording?â
âYou want me to be sappy? Okay, rockstar.â Youâre unable to bite your tongue fast enough- though your snapping only makes him even more excited.
Amethyst eyes glistening. âOh, donât be a diva just yet, newbie.â The older musician brings the audio recorder closer to catch your every breath, âTrust me. Iâve been in this industry for a loooooong time- câmon now. Listen to your- heh, vocal coachâsay âSuguâ.â
How you loved riling him up just as much as he did to you. âThen give me something good to moan for, baby.â
âDonât test my patience, superstar.â
Though he does as you say.Â
You should have expected it all the same; the rockstar had mapped out every single good spot inside you. And it was with a near-photographic memory that heâs inching his length backwards- until it was just his lavish red tip lickinâ up your entrance.
Just for a secondâŠjust for twoâŠ
Before slamming into your g-spot so hard nâ suddenly that you almost sob.
Making your cunt mold to the exact texture of his circular piercing- hitting your sensitive area first, before then pushing his smooth tip into it as well. Youâre feeling every bit of himâand youâre making sure that your future audiences can hear it, too.Â
âS-Suguâ!â Youâre thrashing in his arms- and heâs crashing and crashing his hips into you. Gluing the heated, stinging pink skin of his pelvis against yours so ferally that you canât keep up with his pace no matter how fast youâre attempting to buck and bounce.
âOh, that oneâs going in the intro for sure.â He titters.Â
âSâfucking mean.â You whimper as he pushes down on your lower half - purposefully, so that his scruffy happy trail scratches your clit.
âSugu knows best.â So sweetly, he kisses your foreheadâand you wonder whether the loud smacking sound that he leaves behind is more for the recorder or to make you squirm. Shy, much? âNow how about I fuck you pregnant nâ we just announce the baby on the album?â
You pause for a second - before a smile twitches at your lips. âA rockstar baby? You read my mind.â
He reciprocates. âAlways knew you were made fâme.â
The headlines were sure to love this.
⥠CHOSO KAMO - MY UNCLEâS GF?!
Someone had suggested playing two truths and a lie:
You werenât a lot older than Choso- at least in his eyes. That didnât matter to him.
Choso has always wanted you.
Heâs over that now, though.
Chosoâs palms are sweaty âround his lightweight beer as he utters the words; words just a little louder than he intended them to be. Maybe that was the pre-game finally kicking inâbut he couldnât blame it on that, either. Had it been called three truths and a lie, then Choso would have also confessed that he was stone-cold sober as he murmurs two of his deepest secrets to the little circle of drunk college kids.Â
And you.
YouâŠyouâre looking at him like youâd already guessed heâd say that.
Had he really been that obvious? Choso first met you three years ago, during his sophomore year in college, when heâd gone home for the holidaysâand discovered that, this year, Sukuna had been dragged home, too. ExceptâŠhis uncle hadnât come alone this time.
Heâd brought along- you.Â
You were the one to greet him at the doorâand Choso remembers his breath catching in his chest. He remembers feeling his heart bang against his ribcage. He remembers his eyes widening- and his mouth gaping stupidly as you introduced yourself.
So caught up in you, heâd been forced to ask Sukuna for your name again-
âBack off.â His uncle had scoffed, crimson eyes narrowing. Honestly - Ryomen Sukuna was the only person alive that could make cotton candy-pink hair look intimidating. âDonât think I donât see the way yer looking at her.â
Heâd probably stammered something intelligible-
âLook all ya want- if she feels uncomfortable, sheâll thump ya herself. But you canât touch.â Sukuna set his beer bottle down. âMâactually serious about this one.â
And Choso could see why - you were the first person that Sukuna had ever brought into the Itadori family home. You were smart. You were funny. You werenât afraid to put the pink-haired man in his place. You were fucking gorgeousâ
AndâŠyou were Sukunaâs girlfriend. Ten years older than Choso.
Which is why - no matter how badly you made his heart flutter - Choso had vowed to never, never so much as even think to act upon his feelings for you.Â
He just had to grit his teeth and avoid prolonged conversation with you during every family function and gathering you attended with Sukuna- of which the man was making an appearance at every single one now. Almost as though to provoke him even more.Â
And Choso was forced to make peace with the fact that heâd never make peace with his feelings.
That isâŠuntil the two of you broke up.
Heâd heard news about it just a few weeks ago, actually- his father had said something about Sukuna being down in the dumps after youâd broken up with him. Something about not making enough time and drifting apartâChoso hadnât heard the details, heâd been too overwhelmed with the guilty glee thatâd shot through his body and made his heart pound. And then just tonight - oh, how he wished he could kiss whoever was looking down at him (but no, that was saved for youâŠ) - Choso just-so-happened to run into you at the bar he was attending with his friends.
So of course he had to invite you over to their table.
Of course, he had to ignore your protests about being older than them all. None of that shit mattered.Â
Of course, he had to sit right opposite you on the table and divulge his greatest secret - one heâd been keeping to himself for three years now.
Youâre just opening your mouth to respond-
When Chosoâs feeling a harsh smack! on his back and one of his friends crowing in his ear. âAtta boy! You never struck me as the type to like MILFs, man.â
âTechnically Iâm not a MILF yet.â You giggle, fixating your gaze upon him. He almost flinches. âBut youâre rightâŠI never thought youâd be the type to like older women. Iâm ten years older than you, Choso, you know that right?â
Choso mumbles almost too quietly to hear. âTh-that doesnât matter to meâŠâ
âYeah- and youâd probably like that âmaâamâ shit, eh?â His friend guffaws, making the now-bashful Choso - whatever courage he had liquified - duck his head. âOh- sorry I didnât meanââ
âNo, no.â You dismiss the babbling college boy. âIâm not offended at all. In fact, you might be right.â
The table bursts into wolf whistles-
And itâs a blur until youâre ragging with the banter a little more - before discreetly excusing yourself to go to the bathroom. Chosoâs staring up at you - totally not admiring your back like some pathetic lovesick fool - before catching your gaze and your pointed wink.
And then heâs scrambling right after you. As discreetly as a sledgehammer.
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Nose buried into the crook of your neck. Mouth gaped wide open- letting out the sweetest crackling moans into your skin.Â
Choso had you pushed against the bathroom stall - clean, donât you worry - with his arms wrapped around your body nâ his cock shoved between your legs. Dragging in and out in a way that was so messyâheâs roverinâ around his globules of cum with that fat tip of his, and then reeling his hips rapidly backwards to spray it down your walls over and over.
Heâd cum as soon as heâd put it inside.
And it wasnât his fault.
Honest!Â
âOh- oh.â And now he was panting desperate breath after breath between thrustsââIâm sorryâŠthe condom broke, baby.â Chosoâs lower lip cutely trembles as he speaks. âCanât help it. And then your pussyâs just so warm and welcoming a-andâŠâ
His breath hitches as he hits that one gluttonous spot that makes you clench.
â-and I just- canât- when youâre squeezing me like that.â
Basically hypnotized, Chosoâs slender fingers dip down between your legs. And so swiftly - that youâre almost surprised at his nimbleness - he pulls out of your wet hole nâ clasps his hand around his barely-wrapped length. The rubber condom had been too tight around him, and itâd shattered into a million piecesâChoso looks up at you through his doe-like lashes, and waits until youâre nodding.
Thatâs when heâs wringing off his broken condom and squeezing out whatever wetness it held. Pushing out the cum back onto your pussy.Â
Making such a mess.Â
Those pure-white droplets that end up splattered back down on your pussy- warm and utterly unwholesome. A sinful cover. He wasnât leaving a single ounce wasted. âSh-shit.â Chosoâs mouth gapes wide open. âItâs all your faultâŠâ
Just the cutest trickle of saliva makes its way down his lips - and youâre reaching upwards to wipe it away. âAwwww. Ever done it raw before, Cho?â
After a brief bout of hesitation, he shakes his head.
âIâve never done it before.â He confesses. Your eyes widen, so he was a virginâŠ
âThen are you sure you can handle it, baby? No need to push yourself if-â
âNo.â He gasps. Sharp. Shot-through. It leaves his lips before he even knows whatâs happening- and then youâre clenching again in a way that makes his brows twist together, and his fingers dig into your waist. âNo, no, no, no-â Eyes frenzied. âWe donât have to stop fâme, baby. We donât even have to slow downââ
Cum-coated; his thickened cock gets sandwiched between your lips then jerked back and forth a few times. By now he was so wet with slick nâ sap that it was making him slip a few times before heâs actually managing to get it in againâand that, too, with your help.Â
You reach down to help grip Chosoâs raging-hot erection, and guide it inside your cunt: an action that leaves the other man blushing down to the roots of his hair. Even his tip throbs just a little harderââTh-thank you, maâam.â
Your brows raise in amusement- and it only hits him then. So he was into the âmaâamâ thing.
âI mean- baby.â He sounds so utterly ruined. âThank you, baby. Promise I can handle it now, mâkay?â
And ohâŠyou canât deny that it was just so fun to tease him. âHmmmâŠI dunno, Choso-â
Chocolate-brown bangs sticking to your skin, heâs lurching his face away to bore straight into your eyes. âI-is it because Iâm younger?â He asks with a hint of desperation, and your lips part as your exâs hot nephew keeps steamrolling away with his pussydrunken mouth. Poor, poor Choso. âBecause I promise I can handle it. I can fuck you- ngh, the best. Promise mâgonna make you feel soooooââ
Chosoâs hips were hammerinâ away at a pace youâd never have suspected- and his hips end up crushed against yours. So close that the scruff of his happy trail scratches your clit raw.
â-g-good.â A single tear track runs down his face - youâre unsure whether heâs talking about you or himself.
âEasy there, tiger.â Youâre pushing back on a stray lock of his hair- darker now with perspiration. The sweet gesture makes Choso huffs.Â
It wasnât doing him any favors, however, as that only made him look even cuter. Youâre craning your neck and planting a chaste peck on his bubblegum-pink lipsâonly for Choso to take control of the kiss and softly bite down on your bottom lip. âBaby-â He rasps. And with just how sweet Choso had always been to you, you couldâve almost forgotten how strong he was- how easily he could bounce you down on his cock- how needy he was for you. Feral. Even though you had him wrapped âround your finger, he was jostling your pussyâs inside like craaaazy. âDonât do that. Donât baby me- I need to be taken- ngh, s-seriously by you, mâkay?â
âOhâŠâ Youâre letting out a heated breath as his tip empties out at your cervix.
And to prolong that sensation; Choso claws his hand up and pushes on the lower part of your stomach. Right beneath where your cunt was expanding and contracting with his cock. âFeel how big I am?â He doesnât stop putting pressure on that spot until youâre nodding - âHow hard? How much Iâm leaking?â Just on cue, a splatter! of precum leaks between your pussylips.
And with something like a broken whimper- Choso snakes his fingers down to push the leakage back up your channel.Â
âO-ohâthis pussyâs so fuckinâ wet. And I can handle it- I can handle it.â He utters more to himself. The more heâs speaking, the harder and longer heâs fucking you, the more ruined he sounds. âMânot as innocent as you think, baby.â
âOh? Do tell.â You smile.
Such a gorgeous, gorgeous smile that he almost hesitates wiping away with a roll of his thumb - stimulating the nerves of your clit. But it makes you break out into the prettiest lewd expression that leaves him rutting his hips even harder, âDo you have any idea how fuh-fucking long Iâve waited for this? How badly Iâve wanted to- ngh, stuff my cock and fuck you like an animal?â As he trails off, he feels his stinging tip start to twitch even more wildly. Dangerously. âFuckââ
âH-how long?â Youâre asking with a smug smirk.
Chosoâs blinking a few times just to let the question register- and finally muttering. âEven when you were dating- him. Ever since I first saw youâŠâ And then he rubs his thumb at an even more steadied pace, matching it to the pushes of his spearing cock. âYou were wearing that red dress of yours- hah, and I could see the strap of your pretty pink bra peaking outâŠthe one with the bows on-â
That makes you gasp.
Which Choso takes advantage of to plaster his lips against yours nâ suckle on your tongue.Â
âAnd then-â Barely managing out through kisses- through stabs of his length- through the pleasure. âAnd then you called me âbabyâ as you were getting ready to leave, and I- ngh, knew you were teasing me for being youngerâfuck, I h-had to run to the bathroom just to jerk off.â
Rovering his mushroomy trip straight into your nerve-ended g-spot; youâre arching into his chest as you feel Choso lose his grip on his sanity.
Already having been so loose.
Heâs babbling as he cums long and hard, and oh-so-deeeeeply into your cunt. Mouth ajar. Body collapsing against yours - caging you even further against the bathroom wall. âBaby- fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-â
âShit, so muchâŠâ Just feeling the ribbons upon ribbons of creamy-white sap he was emptying out. Hot. hypnotizing. Every stroke managed to hit your best spots, and every push meant your pussy was getting overloaded with his cum. The inches of his shaft were curved just perfectly enough that heâs managing to slip aside your walls and use his tip to circle and circle those webs of cum at the very base of your pussy. All over.Â
Soon enough, youâre feeling a layer of it make its way down your inner-thighsâand Choso still didnât seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. You moan, âH-how can you cum this much- mmpf.â
He captures your lips in another sloppy kiss. âMust be the stamina of a younger guy.â
âChoso youâre pussydrunk.â Youâve never heard him sound so drawling and dreamy.
âHmmmmâŠâ Heâs nuzzling the crook of your neck, leaving bite marks that will be entirely too difficult to explain when youâre going back outside. âDid you cum? Promise I can- ngh, make you cum, tooâŠâ Grazing your skin with his lips.
âProve it, then.â
âYes, maâam.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 6âŠ9?
âItâs a fuckinâ pandemic, isnât it?â
Youâre looking at your boyfriend over the rim of your book, âExcuse me?â
Sukuna was seated on the armchair in the corner of your bedroom; just having finished a video call with his brother and his nephew. The bright chatter (at least from their end) had died down some minutes ago, and theyâd bid your boyfriend goodnightâwhich was rather the same routine for these biweekly calls. Despite how much the two of you visited, Itadori Yuji always found it too hilarious to put strange filters on his grumpy uncle.
Except, tonightâŠSukuna had sat in the armchair for a few minutes longer.
Usually; he would join you in bed.
Usually; he would grumble - though with a fond smile on his face - about whatever Yuji had been chattering about before.Â
He was practically an honorary father to the boy, and it always made you smile to see.Â
Usually; he wouldnât look up at you as expressionless as if heâd seen a ghost- as if his soul had wafted away. And ask you about someâŠpandemic? Did Yuji put something in his head again?
At the confused expression on your face, Sukuna was heaving out a sighâpushing up those glasses that were totally, most definitely not glasses and merely a tool he uses toâŠseeâŠbetter up his handsome nosebridge. Sukuna was in his late thirties, and silver was beginning to tinge the edges of his pink hair, climbing up his temples. His crowsâ feet creased as he frowned at you, âTheâŠ67 thing. Itâs a pandemic.â
â67 thing?â You gape, your book plopping down on the bed.Â
âYou heard me.â He scoffs. âIâve been thinking itâs mass hysteria- every brat at his kindergarten keeps repeating it. But there seems to be no pattern or cohesion. I thought it was just those damn kindergarteners, but the other day I even caught Jin saying it-â
âS-sixâŠsevenâŠthing.â Youâre repeating - for no reason other than to confirm to yourself that what youâre hearing was real.
Sukuna straightens in his chair, âSee? Now itâs got youââ
âKuna, like the meme?â Youâre shaking your head, âThe one from the song? Oh my god, itâs not mass hysteria-â
He crinkles his nose. âThe hell is aâŠmeme?â
âYou donât know what aââ How has he been Yuji - of all peopleâs - uncle but still had no idea? You continue, âItâs basically an Internet inside joke- itâs been over for a while now but the kids are still obsessed with it.â Finally gripping your book once more, you level him a look. âYou didnât seriously think it was mass hysteria, did you, Kuna?â
Sukuna crosses his bulky arms and looks away. âTchââ
And when he catches you giggling, he barks-
âWhat?!â
âOh- nothing.â And from the smile upon your lips - Sukuna knew that whatever was coming out of your mouth next wasnât about to be anything sincere.Â
Which is why heâs raising himself off the sofa and climbing up the foot of your bed.
You continue, âItâs just youâre getting old, Kuna.â
Joking; nothing ever riled Ryomen Sukuna up more than teasing him for not understanding some new slang or lyric.Â
And with how much he riled you up sometimesâyou had to get back at him somehow, alright?
Soon enough, heâs pinning you down to the bed - with his toned pelvis pressing down on your waist, and his arms creeping upwards to keep your wrists pushed against the mattress. âSay that shit again. I dare you.â
Youâre leaning up as though to kiss him. âOld man.â
.
.
.
Sukunaâs tongue was zig-zagging wiiiiildly between your legs- striking the soft circle of your entrance and then swervinâ as deeply inside as it could go. Deeper. Deeper.
No matter how fervently his mouth was glued to your pussy.Â
No matter how ravenously.
His hips rut off the bed with every single lickâand that fat, throbbing tip of his kept shovelling nâ shovelling at a synchronized pace with his tongue.Â
He had you twisted in sixty-nine with your pussy latched onto his lips.Â
Sukunaâs own cock squeezing out heavy volumes of his salty precum near your lips, then promptly pushinâ them inside with his thrusts- Sukuna was so loooong and rock-hard that he was managing to swab across every spot and directly target the back of your throat. Playing with that dangly in the back.
Youâre moaning as he squeezes two ringed-decorated fingers into your tight cunt. And he grins as he feels the vibrationsââAh ah- sârude to talk with your mouth full.âÂ
Just then, Sukunaâs planting a smack! on your pussy that makes you pull off of his shaft with a loud pop! âH-heyâŠâ
âWhat?â He trundles. Reaching his hips up and guiding his needy tip back into your mouth, âSpeak.â
All because he knew that youâd attempt to nonetheless- and it would end up with the most lewd noises being muffled into this cock. It would end up with his eyes scrunching shut, his head throwing backwards at the shocks of pleasure. âTh-thought I told you to speak? Hah- not babble. Cock got your tongue or something?â
AndâŠit would end up with you being all huffy nâ puffy. âThatâs not even f-fairâŠâ
âHeh- fair?â From where heâd been nipping at your clit, Sukuna pulls off - just to confirm he wasnât hearing things. He wasnât. And though you couldnât see his expression from this angle, you could practically hear the amusement in his tone. âWhat happened to me being old, huh? You surely donât need me to go easy on you.â
âI d-didnât say thatâŠâ Youâre stubbornly answering him - though the constant drives of his fingers were driving you absolutely mad. Sure.Â
âGood.â And then youâre feeling two more consecutive smack-smacks! atop your bloated folds. âBecause, babydollâŠmâbarely even started.â
In no time, Sukuna has you manhandled so that your stomachâs against the soft bed. Your backâs against his thoroughly toned front - so incredibly strong; he was bulkyâwith a layer of thickness to him that made your skin tingle with want - and his erect cock placed between your legs. He takes a few moments to wetten your core up- because no matter how many times youâve taken him, you think youâll never get used to Sukunaâs sheer size.
And before long youâre clawing onto the headboard for dear lifeâas he damn-near molds your tender cunt to his size. Startinâ at the tip-top of his bloated shaft, and then bouncing you down- down- down so many inches greedily.Â
Utterly greedily.Â
âOh- oh, fuuuuuck.â Hands shooting forwards to grab onto more of the mahogany frame.
But Sukuna stops you right then nâ there by wrapping his right arm around your neck; like a wreath, your pants are immediately cut off. And his muscles bulge as they tightenâthe defined ridges of his biceps pushing against your throat - itâs sensual enough to make your mouth waterâŠâAnd whereâd you think youâre going, huh?â
âNowher- mmpf.â Cut off immediately by the tightening of his muscled restraint.Â
âLyingâs not a good look, brat.â Then his second set of fingers snakes down to spank! your stuffed pussy- right atop your bloated folds. The shockwaves that run up your spine are enough to make you buck and whineâand enough to make him drag you back into him. Again and again. âWasnât stuffing this mouth earlier ânough to teach you a little lesson?â
So stubborn. âNot at all-â
Heâs spitting straight between your lips.
And when Sukunaâs fucking you; itâs with harsh, pointed jabs - scouring deeeeep into the bottom of your pussy and leaving the mark of his cockhead. That rounded bruise you feel throb-throb-throbbinâ away every time he repeats the actionâhe fucks you like he hates you.
And heâs only growing faster, harder by the second.
Only tightening his headlock and wrenching your body back into his. Again and again.
Over and over.
Until the globes of your ass were stinging with impact, and youâve memorized the pattern of his happy trail. Itâs practically a part of you.Â
Sukunaâs rugged cock knew aaaaall the right spots. Making your pupils roll around in the whites of your eyes, and leaving you wondering just how he had this much stamina stillâŠâAwww, câmon now.â His low voice trundles in your ears. âGet your act together, girl. You donât wanna be this cockdrunk for someone so old, huh?â
âI-Iââ
âWhat was it you called me?â He growls, sharp canines nipping at the shells of your ears. âHuh? What was it you called me? See, this fossil âere has some troubleâŠremembering-â
Every syllable of his was punctured by a thorough glide across the velvety channel of your pussy- âUmmm, then in that case, I didnât say anything?â You try your luck.
âNice try.â Sukuna grins. âBut mânot that geriatric yet.â
Another spank. âPlease-â
âWhat did you call me?â
âI-I just meant-â
And another. âWhat did you call me?â
âAnâŠold man.â You feel embarrassed just letting the words slip between your lips.
You didnât think he could get even rougher with his movements - his shaft was throbbing, and his pelvis was smack-smack-smacking into you. So hard that youâre propelled forwards by the sheer force; and Sukuna roughly lurches you back with his headlock. âI might be an old man- cheh. I might not know all theseâŠdamn Internet memes- but I do know how to fuck this pussy right.â To prove his point, he scours in-between your pussylips to squeeze your pretty clit. âLook at her- sheâs in love with me.â
âO-ohââ Eyes fluttering shut.Â
âI know how to make her cry with pleasure. I know how to make her- mmmngh, squeeze like she doesnât want me leavinââŠheh.â He continues muttering into your ear as his hips grow more fervent. âI know how to make her feel so goodââ
Your teeth grit. âShit.â And you recognize the twisting sensation at the pit of your stomach. âK-Kuna, Iâm gonna cum-â
âAnd even better.â He chuckles. Gnawing at the top of your ear shell, before moving down to bite the tender crook of your neck - like a wolf catching his prey. âI might not know those fuckinâ- memes like the youngsters do. But I do know how to make this pussy- cum.â
âS-sooo closeâdonât stop.â Youâre bouncing nâ bouncing back into his pistoning hips.Â
Feeling the pleasure well up. Feeling your head start to spin a little as you near your high-Â
Youâre crashing past your tipping point. And Sukuna gives you one, two, three good strokes to fuck you through the bursts of white-hot pleasure running through your veins - before heâs suddenly setting you free of his headlock and letting you drop straight into the plush pillows.Â
Reeling his damn cock out.
You donât know whatâs louder: your disappointed groan or his rough cackle.
âWhat? Wanted this old man to be nice in bed or something?â As soon as youâre looking over your shoulder, youâre met with Sukunaâs priggish grinâhis sharp canines peaking out at the edges of his lower lip.Â
Grumpily, you nod. âYes? What- canât last orâoh.â
Another smack. âThatâs not gonna work on me again- sorry, babydoll.â And before you know it, youâre being flipped right over - getting your legs thrown over his shoulders and pushed into the meanest mating press youâve ever experienced. âBecause mânot letting my bratty girl properly cum until Iâve had a good few rounds to blow off some steam. And mâsure you can keep up- heh, if notâŠâ
âAnd um- how many rounds might that be exactly?â
Sukuna smirks. â67.â
âI hate you.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - âM-mommy!â
AITA for seducing the HOT rich MILF (40âsF) that I (23M) pool-clean for while her ex-husband and kids were away?! In my defense, sheâs reeeeeally hot.
You freeze.
Ino freezes.
The world itself seems to freeze; all except for the ruby-red tip of Ino Takumaâs cock. Shoved deeeep inside your cunt - deep enough to leave a permanent bruise there - and throbbing away wildlyâheâs cumming with that particular title escaping his lips.Â
And then his lower lip wobbles once- twice- before he ducks down and attempts to hide his face in his arms.Â
âHey hey-â Swiftly, you reach down to push his hands away - youâd be disappointed not to see his pretty expressions as you fucked him even further. All pouty lips and doe-like eyesâIno Takuma was so pretty, and perhaps thatâs what drew you to the younger pool cleaner in the first place. âWhatâs the matter, Taku?â
âI-I didnât mean to call you that- honest!â He stammers out.
To which youâre cocking your head with a sly smile- time to try something. âCall me what, Taku?â
âYâknow what it isâŠâ Ino grumbles, huffing. And when you simply continue to stare at him in slight confusion, heâs rockinâ up into your wet cunt as he speaks- âThe way I c-called youâmommy- oh.â Just as youâd predicted, his velvety length jolts at the mere utterance of that title. Excitedly spurting out a few creamy-white wads of cum that glue to your cervix.
So messy. He was so fucking messy.
How ironic, considering that his entire job was to clean your pool.
Youâd been introduced to Ino through one of your friends - those networks of older rich women with far too much time and money on their hands. Juggling kids and businesses. And youâd just been complaining to them over a gold-flaked brunch that your last pool cleaner had moved towns, and with your kids now entering middle school, the pool was left without use and starting to gather leaves.Â
Thatâs when theyâd shared Inoâs number with youâa reliable pool cleaner. Just graduated college, and so easy on the eyes if they did say so themselvesâŠ
Youâd huffed that youâd tell their husbands- meanwhile you on the other hand had just recently gotten divorced. One too many nights of your husband coming home with a cloud of mysterious perfume around him, or a lipstick stain on his collar - at least youâd gotten a good chunk of everything in the divorce!
But that was all in the past- maybe love just wasnât for you.
You had your kids. You had your gorgeous hillside mansion. You had your hobbies and friends- men just werenâtâŠforâŠ
Fuck, thatâs when heâd showed up at your door.Â
Bright and early. Beaming with all his gorgeous pearly whites; the sweetest smile on such a killer body. Ino showed up in nothing but an unbuttoned flowery shirt and swim trunksâtheir lightning-yellow color perfectly complemented his slightly-tanned skin and messy brown hair. Slightly tawny from the Sun.
âEr, I hope you donât mind.â Ino had said, a sheepish smile on his face. âI thought Iâd get changed for the job before I got here.â
Mind? Mind?!
In simply what world would you mindâit took every speck of reason and rationality in you to dart your eyes away from the plane of his chest, his washboard abs. Sultry shoulders. Slender waist. There was a scattered happy trail that ran between his six-pack and- beneath his swimming trunks.Â
Fuck.Â
Instead, you focused on the tight necklace of shells around Inoâs throat. âC-come in.â
On the first day, you stayed inside - only peeking out occasionally from your bedroom window - as Ino cleaned your pool. You tipped him heavily.
On the second day, heâd told you that it was completely okay with him even if you used the pool whilst he was cleaningâand you took that as your sign. You donned a bikini you hadnât gotten the chance to use in years, and sprawled yourself out on the nearest sun bed - making occasional conversation with him almost as an excuse to ogle him.
And if you werenât mistaken, youâd say that he ogled you too.Â
But you really did discover that Ino was a sweetheart- and made you giggle like a schoolgirl, too. How embarrassing you felt admitting this!
And a part of you was almost relieved when your kids arrived home from school - escorted by their driver - so you could resume your mundane lavishness. But a bigger part of you was already yearning for when youâd see him againâŠ
And so continued the third day.
And the fourth day.
And so on to the fifth and the sixth.
Before you knew it, Ino had been employed as your pool-cleaner for at least a monthâand heâd quickly grown to become someone you and your kids were quite fond of. Even your driver had caught on, and shot you a knowing smile every time you asked him to escort Ino back to his downtown apartment. Perhaps feeling jealous of such an occurrence, your ex-husband had showed up with tickets to an amusement park - already having planned a day trip for your kids.
Theyâd, of course, begged to go. And so youâd agreed.
Leaving nobody inside this vast mansion: but you, Ino, and the growing tension between you two.Â
The only thing was, right before he left, your ex-husband had the audacity to stop Ino and snipe at him. Low and threatening. âTouch her and Iâll make you very, very sorry.â
So, of course youâd fucked Ino as soon as they were out of the house.Â
Squeezing your robe-covered thighs âround his waistâjust so perfectly curved to meet your embrace. âW-we really shouldnât beâŠI mean- Iâm old enough to be your-â
âWorks just fine for me, pretty.â Heâd cut you off. Pulling on the gauzy material of your robe to let your tits spill out- fuck, he was in heaven.
Enough so that itâd taken just putting it in for Ino to cover your luscious inside in his sap. To watch the satiny liquid seep between your pussylips and leave his pelvis gleaming with a sheen. To wrench out the most pathetic calls of your nameâand one particular title that made him want to get swallowed up by the Earth.
Again and again.
Inoâs cock was longer than youâd expected - and all this time, youâd been wondering where the hell heâd been hiding all that in his swimming trunks. Just reaching over six pretty inches. Just smooooth and leaned ever-so-slightly towards the left. Itâs making his bulbous tip drag across every sweet spot inside you, and your thighs quiver as you take him.
Every single inch. Youâre arching your back and mustering up your strength to grind your hips forwards and back, forwards and back.
Milking himâ
âCâmon, baby.â Youâre cooing down at the handsome man. He blinks his teary eyes open- and you just canât help but lean down nâ kiss them away from his cheeks. âCall me âmommyâ again?â
âC-canâtâŠâ Ino blushes down to the roots of his chocolate-brown hair. âItâs embarrassing-â
âBut it gets me so wet, Taku.â You poutâand his eyes widen at your admission. You watch as his pupils shift down- as if making sure. âPleeeeeeeease? Just once?â
And in response, you smush your thighs harder around him. Youâre sure you leave red, red welts on his skin - but that wasnât registering in his mind right now. Nothing was. Nothing but the smooch of your soft velvety insides embracing his cock, and the sensation of cum sploshinâ around inside you. âFineâŠbut only because I wanna impress youâŠâ His breath hitches. â-mommy.â
You shiver. âOh, I liked thatââ
And he does, too, because your cuntâs just suctioning on his length as if you were trying to take his soul. His fucking soul.Â
The thing is- Ino would have gladly given it to you at this moment.
âIt feels good- it f-feels s-sooooo good.â Tears begin to crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and Inoâs fingers dig into the sides of your hips as he bucks upwards. âFuck, it should be illegal for it to feel this good- mommy.â And he canât fucking help itâit echoes before he can stop himself.Â
âTaku, I think you like saying that more than me.â With a soft chuckle, your dominant hand ends up wrapped around his throat. âCâmon now- a little faster for mommy.â
âSh-shutângh.â No matter how hard he attempts to regain control- it doesnât work. He pushes upwards into your soft, syrupy cervix as though marking it.
After a few desperate thrusts, he asks you- âIs this okay?â
âHmmmmâŠâ You pretend to think - and the ruined expression on his face is oh-so-completely worth it. âHow about a biiiiit faster?â
His jaw drops- but he doesnât complain. Heâs grabbing onto either side of your thighs now, and plunging straight into your deepest depthsâmultiple thwacks! every second, it feels like. âH-how about-â
âJust a little faster.â
Doubting himself. âIs that even possible-â
âBut youâd do it for- heh, me wonât you? Youâd do it to make me feel good?â
Nodding and nodding. âYes, mommy. A-anything for you mommyââ Broken moans and pleas cycle at the back of Inoâs throat, and heâs planted his feet flat on the mattress to push himself up ravenously. âMâjust here for you to use me.â
Your eyes widen - your smile grows.
âJust use me-â He gasps, face reddening as he follows your instructions. âFucking use me like a toy. Use me- fuh-fuuuckââ
âA liiiiiittle bitââ Your head tips backwards as heâs entering the perfect pace - rapid enough to leave your thoughts stupidly muddled, but still steady enough that youâre feeling every single ridge, vein, and curve. Giving your walls such a good massageââTh-thatâs perfect, Taku.â You squeeze his pretty neck tighter, and youâre hearing him let out a little hiccup of a sob. âMommyâs so proud of you.â
Oh, and you thought that he was ruined enough already?
You thought that he was reaching his limits?
Because after that particular sentence - oh, youâre evil for that - Ino digs his digits into the flesh of your thighs and rams deep into your womb. His pistoning cock resting there for a brief few split-seconds as he sputtersââL-let me make you a mommy all over again.â
Your breath catches. âDo you even know what youâre asking for, Taku-â
âFucking yes.â His glazed tip twitches dangerously in a way that told you he was oh-so-close to cumming again. Again. âYes, please- fuuuuck, let me get you pregnant. Let me make you a mommy for the third time. I-I promise Iâll be the best- ngh, dad and nothing like that asshole. Iâll take care of you and cherish you and-â
You kiss him to shut him up.
âBut of course, baby.â You hum. âBut you have to be quick before my ex-husband finds out.â
Heâs never cum harder in his life.Â
Verdict: NTA (drop the fucking tutorial, OP).
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sugar, sugarâŠ
Gojo Satoru wasnât technically a DILF - but he was a sugar daddy.
And they called you a gold digger.
Gojo called you business-savvy.
It was a rather unique situation: the relationship between the two of you had started out as a regular sugar daddy-sugar baby relation. You met Gojo Satoru at some stuffy olâ business function when you were the arm candy of some other businessmanâone whoâd been ignoring you in favor of one of his business associates the entire night, of course.
Whatever.
Youâd gotten used to this routine by now - and so youâd drifted by the grazing table with microscopic clean cuts and cheeses you couldnât even pronounce.Â
And that was exactly how your knight-in-shining-suit had sidled up next to you.
With two champagne glasses in-hand and a flirtatious smile upon his face, he handed you one of the drinks. Then you gestured at the businessmen youâd arrived with- and Gojo had the audacity to roll his eyes and pretend to retch. That was when you knew youâd get along.
Tall. Toned. With twinkling blue eyesâand just the slightest bit of silver creeping into his already-white hair. Gojo Satoru was as handsome as he was richâand considering that both aspects occupied a fair share of the conversations tonight, you were rather flattered to be in his presence. Though the CEO of Gojo Corporations didnât waste time: âYâknow, if I was lucky enough to arrive with an angel- Iâd never leave her sight. Why waste time with some geezers over such a gorgeous gal?â
You smiled.
And you left that night with Gojo instead.
From the boxes of jewelries and flights around the world - to the tabloids and online speculation that couldnât get enough of you.Â
CEO of Gojo Corporations finally finds love?!
Gold digger or gold-hearted: All we know about Gojo Satoruâs girlfriend!
Is it sugar baby season? The newest IT Girlâs best red-carpet looks so farâ
But of course, there was always some truth to those headlines. Perhaps.Â
You were Gojo Satoruâs sugar baby. You were in a transactional relationship- though he never laid a hand on you. Not unless you initiated it.
SoâŠwhat was it really?
You got your answer a few months into this limbo of lustâthe two of you finally started dating.Â
And to be quite honest; it wasnât that big of a change at first. The two of you went out for romantic dinners either way. The two of you dodged paparazzi and rumors every step. The two of you bantered and teased as much as you did anyways- the only change would be that Gojo Satoru finally let loose when he fucked you.
Though, at times, he still did like to let his sugar daddy side peek throughâŠ
âA-awwww- just look at you.â Gojoâs hands were rubbinâ furiously down his length - from those curls of white cozily decorating his base, up to that poor, pretty tip that just wouldnât stop cumming. Up and down. Up and down.Â
Salty-sweet heaps of cum were pouring out of his cockhead and splashing down your front- your stomach, your inner thighs, your cunt. He watches as it creates a little waterfall effectâand Gojo reaches down to pat your stuffed pussy with his long fingers. âNo matter what pretty trinkets nâ expensive lingerie you wear- you always look the prettiest covered in my cum, sweetheart.â
âS-Satoruââ Youâre squirming underneath him. Hands clasping the silken sheets.
Your fingers were decked-out in diamond rings. Your lacy lingerie was tugged nâ pulled aside for access.Â
Around you were bracelets upon necklaces upon every piece of jewelry that your heart could desire - Gojo had taken it upon himself to empty out Tokyoâs luxury stores earlier. All for you, of course.
All to drown you inâwhilst he attempted to do the same with his fucking cum-
âI fuckinâ loooooove it when it covers you like this.â He hisses- nose scrunches in a feral way as he glides his fingers across those splatters. Those smears. That ruinous mess. His favorite was to see you like this: pull out game, who? You often scoffed whenever Gojo claimed that his was unmatched. âLove the way it looks like your pretty pussy canât keep it in-â Just another light tap on your cunt. âLove the way it looks so pretty on your skin like thisâmmm, youâve got me obsessed, girl.â
Your thighs were shaky- but not shaky enough to stop you from attempting to pull him even closer. Theyâre wrapping around his waist, and careening him close ânough to kiss your puffy pussylips with his throbbing tip. His length doesnât stop sensitively twitching for a single secondââO-ohâŠgreedy for more, my girl?âÂ
âMore.â Just barely managing to wrangle out. âW-want some moreââ
âFuuuuck.â He whispers underneath his breath - something so ragged in his tone. That blushinâ tip of his was twitching in excitement already, and Gojo probably doesnât even realize before heâs slotted his still-erect length between your legs and his rockinâ away at a slow pace. âYou seriously want more?â
Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation of him intruding your hole- seemingly only growing bigger every time he feels you clenchinâ around nothing. So needy.Â
âYes-â Youâre nodding furiously. Perhaps had this been any other time, then youâd have been almost embarrassed at your unabashed eagerness. âB-but this time, I want it inside, Toru.â
âInside?â Gojoâs pale brows fly to his hairline. âBut youâre already stuffed so full, my sweetheart.â
And then heâs smearing his fingertips between your bloated folds- teasinâ them apart and taking a good look at your entrance. He canât help himself - heâs spitting straight into that puckered holeâand watching at the glossy wad slips down your crevice and only adds to the mess heâs made previously. Youâre shivering as he runs his nimble digits up nâ down your slit and presses on your clit.
âYes, butââ You keen, arching into his firm core. âBut you never really came inside, Toru.â
âOhâŠâ Those glossed lips of his part.
And youâre taking the opportunity to throw your arms weakly around him- âAnd I want it inside this time.â Though Gojo loved teasing you with his creamy-white sapâmaking you beg for it at times, heâs never properly cum inside.
He always thought itâd be too soon: you were younger, after all. And a pregnancy at this point might derail your plans-
âBut I want it.â Had he been babbling this entire time? The sheer determination in your eyes sends a jolt of dark-black need through him - far more primal than he ever thought possible. Far more. Gojoâs blue peripherals glaze over as he clasps his cock even tighter, as though afraid heâs so hard now that itâd fucking fall off.
âShouldnât fall off now.â He whispers breathily.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â Gojo quickly amends. Before he uses the pointed tip of his shaft to web up those dollops of cum heâd spurted âround your thighs and foldsâit creates a gloss of white that he thinks would suit the insides of your pussy so well (did he mention that he was the one to pick out your lingerie colors?) âRound and âround.
It devises the most sinful sounds between your legs. And your breath catches in your throat: âA-are you gonna cum inside or not, Toru? Hurry-â
âSo impatient.â Heâs tutting. Voice low and husky. âI hope you know that if I fuck my cum insideâthen mâgonna fuck you pregnant, sweetheart.â
Goosebumps scatter across your skin.
But Gojo doesnât let you squirm, he doesnât let you move about restlessly- heâs pinning you down with his hips and rumbling lowly in your ear. âMâgonna make sure it takes.â A rough sliiiiiide of his length sandwiched between your cushy pussylips - drooling for him by now. âMâgonna stuff you so full that you wonât even be able to walkââ Another rough slide. A thrust. âMâgonna give you the most precious gift of all - in my eyes.â
âP-pleaseâ!â
As youâre letting your head tip backwards, Gojo reaches his hand up to and clasps your gorgeous, gorgeous face. Smushing your cheeks together in a way that was so pathetic - âAre you okay with that, pretty baby?â
Youâve never heard him sound so serious.
And youâve never yowled an affirmation faster in your entire lifeâ
In the next few seconds, Gojoâs stuffed rawly all the way to the hilt and is messinâ up your insides with determined strokes. Once. Twice. Thrice- he punctures through your clingy walls and hits all the best spots - memorizing your g-spot and running his flared tip along it.Â
And honestly, it doesnât take much - the two of you were already so overstimulated already - before youâre feeling the wave of euphoria start to build up in your stomach already. Almost as lewd of a sensation as the clear twitchinâ mess that Gojo and his length had turned intoâbabbling, gasping, sobbing as he runs his fat cock raw on your velvety walls. Fucking raw.
You were going to make him an actual DILF.
âY-youâre gonna get it nowâŠâ Itâs the last thing heâs getting out before a flood of white sap enters your tight cunt. Getting absolutely drenched from the inside. âWhen have I ever forgone you of a gift, my girl?â
âNeverââ Youâre keening out. Rushes of pleasure start up between your legs- before crackling through your veins and ultimately ending up at your brain.
Hazy and startling at the feeling of him fucking you through both your highs. Thrust after thrust. Gush after gush of both pleasure nâ his milky-white cum.Â
Underneath the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm; you can feel his spurts of cum start to trickle between your legs. It was just as warm as your skin was getting, and creating a little puddle beneath you that Gojo takes one looks at and gasps-Â
âNow now, are you wasting your gift, sweetheartâ?â He cocks his head, genuinely ruined.Â
âN-no?â
âOr do I just have to- heh, regift it to you again?â
âShut up.â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Ms. Babysitter.
âWe have to be quiet, angel- fuck. Fuck.â Higurumaâs voice sounded raggedâ
Ruined. Nothing but carnal desire creeping up into the edges of his tone; giving you a jolt, considering that youâve known the older man to be nothing but utterly calm and collected.
He was one of the best parents that you babysat for.Â
One of your college friends had recommended you for the job - the hot lawyer in your neighborhood needed someone to look after his young daughter whilst he worked long nights? You were agreeing before youâd even heard the hours, you canât denyâand despite how hasty of a decision it had been, you thoroughly enjoyed working under Higuruma Hiromi.
And being under Higuruma HiromiâŠthough that didnât come until a few weeks after youâd been employed.Â
The first night, youâd barely seen him. Dark hair. Dark circles.
The main thing you remember was that he looked exhaustedâand some strange part of you was actually enticed by the hard-working man. Especially when he was such a gentlemanâŠ
Fuck, that suit fit him so well.
He addressed you oh-so-respectfully; unlike some parents who were tempted to treat you like a live-in server. Hands behind his back. Jet-black eyes to himself as he gave you a two-minute tour around the house- youâd been thoroughly enjoying yourself admiring his broad shoulders in that suit, when a sudden call from the office meant your tour had to be paused.Â
Higuruma had pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. Heâd sighed.
And he was out that door before you could even confirm bedtime- which hadnât been too much of a problem, to be honest. His daughter was extremely well-behaved and didnât hesitate to let you know.Â
She also didnât hesitate to let you know that her dad was very, very single.
You let her stay up just a liiittle past her bedtime.Â
And then the second night, heâd apologized for his hastiness - telling you that a recent case had them fighting to prepare before the court deadline, and thereâd just been so many fucking tax audits to go through.
You nodded like you understood. But what really intrigued you was when heâd told you that his daughter had just loved having you over. Though a part of you was simply satisfied that you did your job well (buttered popcorn and K-pop Demon Hunters wins again!), you canât deny that it made your heartâŠflutter hearing it from the older man like this.Â
It made you realize that you had a little crush.
So of course, you made him a regular.
And the pay was so good that you were able to weed out your other clients to focus predominantly on Higuruma and his bizarre babysitting schedule (some nights he worked until 3AMâŠ)âyou guessed the overtime was paying off.Â
Though your interactions were limited mostly to the brief conversations before and after- though you never did cross your boundaries. That all came to a head when one night - about a month or two into your babysitting gig - Higuruma suddenly perked up after a late night at the office. It was 3:31AM when he quietly let himself inside the house, sighing as he finally tugged off his tie.
It was 3:32AM by the time you got up off the couch and offered him some cookies youâd made with his daughter in the morning.
3:40AM when he suddenly remembered- and suggested resuming that house tour you didnât get to finish. And though youâd been a bit hesitantâfor nothing other than the fact that you might wake his sleeping daughter up, he promised that the two of you would be quiet.
Then, finally, 3:47AM when he was telling you to be quiet in bed-
âWouldnât wanna wake her up, hm?â The prominent outline of his nose runs down the side of your throat - and it makes you shiver. Fuck, you always have thought that that was one of the most handsome parts of him.Â
A soft moan strangles in your throat as he slots his thickened tip between your foldsâfeeling it like this, your mindâs reeling with the question of how the fuck heâs going to fit like this.
Higuruma always did strike you as the type of man to be big; but this was enough to make your mouth water and your eyes damn-near bulge out of your skull. From here, you were feeling at least seven or eight inches of his erection, furiously hot, wrapped in throbbing red veins and having the most luscious precum dripping out from top. He seemed hard enough to fucking ruin you - just how you wanted it.Â
And as if reading your mind, Higuruma runs his slippery wet tip down your pussylips, and trundles in his low tone. âAre you sure you want to do it? We donât have to rush into anything if you donât want-â
âI do.â Cutting him off mid-sentence.
Although by the way that Higurumaâs stern lips were quirking up ever-so-slightlyâyouâre taking it to mean that he didnât exactly mind. He keeps one hand underneath your ass, so that you can be pushed up into his roverinâ hips, and his other one caresses your cheek softly. âHm, is that soâŠ? Then I guess what I meant to say isâŠcan you take every single inch, sugar?â
You gulp. Your eyes dart down nervously to his twitchinâ, throbbing length. âYes.â
And youâve never been more sure of anything.
Higuruma merely horses out - âThen buckle up, angel.â
Before you know it, his round, ruddied tip is probinâ inside. Sifting your gluey walls from side-to-side before spreading you up so maddeningly open.
He spots your sweet areas with a few dollops of pre- as soon as Higuruma found himself inside you, he was fighting back whimpers of pleasure. The older manâs achinâ cock doing all the talking for him as he shovels his way inâ
âSh-shit.â Your eyes sprint to the back of your head as you take him. âShit, youâre so big-â
The way youâre moving your hips around as though confused whether to buck right down or make him ease up- itâs just so cute. And he plants a reassuring hand on the side of your waist, âEasy now.â Higuruma hushes out, âEeeeeeasy, angel. You can take it for me.â
âRight thereââ You keen out as his flared tip rubs along your g-spot.
And although he knows what you meant, that doesnât stop Higuruma from throwing you a ravishing smirk. Letting his second hand run down your core- âNo, sugar. Right here.â He pushes down right where he knew your womb would be - that soft pressure making your walls clench around him wildly, until you could feel every throb of his engorged tip even in your brain. âAnd youâre gonna take it fâme, right?âÂ
Jostling you hard with every thrustâso that youâre nodding away. Almost pathetically.Â
âMhmâŠexactly what I thought.â He coos - so lovingly thrusting away between your quiverinâ legs. Higurumaâs skin slap-slap-slaps against yours at a steady pace, âJust a few more inches nowâkeep quiet, please.â
âIâm t-trying.â Gnawing down on your lower lip. âHow many more?â
âAh, just one inchâŠtwoâŠâ And after a prolonged thrust- so deep that you swear youâre feeling it in your throat, Higuruma cracks a grin. âMaybe more.â
Five more?
Five more?
And you were already on the verge of being fucked absolutely stupid? Youâre letting a groan escape youâlewd and louder than you intended- and before the realization hits you, Higuruma himself swiftly reaches over to where his work tie had been dangling off the side of the bed. Bunching it up, shoving it between those pretty lips - he couldnât have anyone waking up now, could he?
And thatâs exactly what heâs telling you: âCâmon, angelâŠâ Shoves getting deeper and longer. Rougher- as he rams his thickened inches past where you donât think anyoneâs ever gone before. And throughout it all, the older man was so steady with youââCâmon- câmon. You can do thisâfuuuuuck, you can do this. This pussyâs gonna take all of me, right?â
Nodding and nodding.
âYeah? Because youâre my goooood girl, right? Taking me so well.â He continues rasping - tone pitching higher and higher as he goes on. âMy good- fucking- girlââ
âO-oh, fuck, fuck, fuck-â
âYouâre my goooooood fucking girl, huh?â The stubs of his five oâ clock shadow rub up against your skin. The deeper he thrusts, the hotter his body seems to become on top of yours. More and more. âCan you count how many inches mâputting in you?â
Tears flow down your eyes, âY-yes- mmpf.â Somehow managing past the tie. âAh- four? Five. Six.â
Higurumaâs eyes widen.
âSevenââ Your voice seems like itâs on the verge of cracking. âEight.â
Itâs just too adorable how youâre sweetly attempting to respond to him even with the gag in. And Higuruma canât help himself as he leans in and kisses you through the tie.
Itâs hot and itâs messy.
And it ends up with him smiling against your stuffed lips, âFinally bottomed-out.â
Hazily, youâre blinking a few times. It clears your vision enough for you to jerk your head down and see that it was indeed true, Higuruma had stuffed himself inside your pussy until his thick base was kissinâ your pussylips. Just the most innocent peck.
âAnd nowâŠâ ExceptâŠfuck, except he was reeling right back again. â-for the fun part.â
Right back until that rounded tip stretched your hole out.
Right back inside-
âMakes me wanna put a baby in you- I swear. Taking me like this.âÂ
You and Toji had been âwrestlingâ on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. Heâd let you get a few decent shots inâmostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.
But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. âGotchaâ,â he growled roughly in your ear.
You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. âLet go, you oversized bastard,â you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.
Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. âThe fuck? You biting me now?â He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. âKeep that up and Iâll make you regret it, you little shit.â
You didnât let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, âYouâre the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.â
âYeah?â His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. âMake me,â he taunted against your ear. âCâmon. Bite harder if youâre so tough.â He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.
You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.
You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. âYou bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.â
Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.
Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. âCâmon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when youâre mad.â He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled âFuck you,â vibrating against his muscles.
âAlready doing that, princess.â He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Tojiâs grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.
You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.
He didnât release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. âRound two?â he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. âOr you tapping out already, princess?â
This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark youâd already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.
âMotherfâalright, thatâs it,â Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned âThat all youâahâgot? Gonna have to do better if you want me toâfuckâtap out JiâŠâ
a/n: toji can keep me in a headlock till I pass out on his dick
One boyfriend with a god complex was dangerous enough⊠until his twin decided your holes were fair game in their little bet.
pairing : nerd!jo x reader x frat!jo
cw : explicit sexual content, threesome, dubcon, humiliation kink, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, oral, p in v, creampie, cum play, spanking, face-fucking, overstimulation, mdni, 18+. (nerdjo - satoru & fratjo - gojo)
synopsis : your boyfriend Gojo drops the casual line about wanting to âtry something newâ to keep things spicy. youâre terrified of losing him, so you swallow the nerves and say yesâit canât be that bad, right?
WC : 3.8k | art by @/thatsallitchief
You always were a sucker for pretty blue eyes, especially when they came wrapped in that angelic, snowy-white hair that looked like it belonged on some fallen angel whoâd rather sin than save.
Gojoâyour Gojo, the king of campusâwas exactly that. Six-foot-four of pure, cocky trouble. Every girl wanted him. Bitches dropped their panties the second he flashed that lazy, panty-melting grin. His locker was a fucking shrine of pink envelopes and perfume scented notes begging for just one night with that fat cock. He flirted with everyone, touched waists in the hallway like it was nothing, and still somehow ended up balls-deep in a different girl every weekend before you.
So when youâplain, nervous little youâfinally shoved your shaky confession letter into his hands after class, you figured itâd drown in the ocean of thirsty pussy he already had. A drop of water. Nothing. But the bastard read it right there, smirked like heâd it amused him, and said, âYeah. Letâs do it, baby.â
You knew he was freaky. Knew it from the way heâd pin you against the wall after dates and growl shit like âI wanna ruin youâ while grinding his thick, heavy cock against your stomach. But you didnât expect the text that came three weeks in:
âWanna try something new babe? Trust me, youâll love it. My place, Friday, 8. Wear something that makes me wanna fuck you stupid.â
Your stomach dropped. This was it, he was bored already. Probably wanted to bring in some other slut, watch her choke on his dick while you sat there like a pathetic cuckquean, or worse, wanted you to watch him rail someone else.
Manipulative blue-eyed asshole. You cried in your dorm that night, but you still showed up. Because losing him? Not an option. You were addicted to the way he stretched your tight little cunt, the way he laughed when you squirted all over his abs, the way he called you his good girl while he pumped you full.
So here you are, Friday night, heart hammering, dressed like the desperate whore you are for him. Tiny black pleated skirt that barely covers the bottom curve of your assâevery step flashes the lacy edge of your thong. Low-cut red top clinging to your tits, nipples already pebbled and poking through the thin fabric like theyâre begging to be sucked raw. Heels that make your legs look obscene. You came here to get fucked. Hard. Rough. Until you canât walk straight.
The front doorâs unlocked like he said. You push it open andâThere he is. But not your Gojo.
Same snowy hair, same ocean blue eyes, same stupidly perfect face⊠except this one has messy strands falling into his glasses, a black shirt stretched across a lean, ripped chest, and gray sweats that do nothing to hide the heavy outline of a fat cock resting against his thigh.
Satoru. The brother you vaguely remember Gojo mentioning once in passing. You didnât know it was a twin. A carbon copy. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Heâs lounging on the couch, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back like he owns the fucking planet. His eyes rake over you slow âstarting at your heels, crawling up your bare thighs, lingering on the way your skirt rides up enough to show the soft underside of your ass, then higher to your tits spilling out of that slutty top. You have no idea what's going on his head. His expression looked neutral, bored but a little amused.
Your heart beats harder. Same eyes. Same stare. But the look in them isnât the playful hunger youâre used to. This is darker. Hungrier.
He tilts his head, voice low and smooth, a little raspier than Gojoâs. âAre you his girlfriend?â
You nod, throat dry. âY-yeahâŠâ
His gaze drops to your tits again, slow and deliberate, then lower, like heâs mentally peeling your skirt off. âHmmm. Not bad.â The words drip with pure lust, like heâs grading how well youâd take two cocks at once. âName?â
âY/nâŠâ
He smirks, lazy and wicked, adjusting his glasses with one long finger. âIâm Satoru. You can call me Toru.â
Your cheeks burn. âYeâyeah, sure. Whereâs Gojo?â
Toru jerks his chin toward the hallway, eyes never leaving your body. âIn his room.â
You swallow hard. âThen⊠I think I should go.â
âYeah,â he drawls, voice thick with filthy promise. His cock twitches visibly in those sweats. âSee you in a bit.â
You nod way too fast and bolt down the hallway, heels clicking, skirt swishing against your ass, pussy already dripping down your thighs because what the actual fuck.
'See you in a bit.'
What the hell did he mean by that?
Your mindâs spinning, heart slamming against your ribs. Is he really gonna be here? Sitting in the living room, hearing every damn thing?
What the fuck were you thinking, agreeing to this?
What the fuck was Gojo thinking?
You stop right outside Gojoâs bedroom door. You can already hear low music playing inside. Your boyfriendâs voice humming something lazy. Your hand shakes as you reach for the door⊠You knock once, soft and shaky, like youâre scared the whole house will hear how desperate you already are. The door swings open almost immediately.
There he is, all cocky grin and messy white hair, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweats that hang dangerously below his sharp hipbones. The thick outline of his cock is already half-hard, bulging obscenely against the fabric like it knows exactly why youâre here.
His eyes rake over you the same filthy way his twin did âstarting at your heels, dragging up your bare thighs, lingering on the way your tiny skirt rides up to flash the curve of your ass, then higher to your tits practically spilling out of that slutty red top. Nipples hard as diamonds, poking through like theyâre begging for his mouth.
âFuck, baby,â he drawls, voice low and gravelly, one big hand immediately palming his dick through the sweats, squeezing the fat length like heâs showing off. âLook at you. Dressed like a whore, huh?â
Your face burns. You can feel the heat crawl down your neck, your thighs pressing together instinctively. He doesnât wait for an answer. Long fingers wrap around your wrist and he yanks you inside. Before you can even catch your breath, his mouth is on your titsâhot, wet, sucking one hard nipple right through the thin fabric while his other hand shoves your top down, freeing both breasts to the cool air.
âThese tits,â he groans against your skin, tongue swirling around the stiff peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. âFuckinâ perfect. Gonna look so pretty bouncing while I pound you.â
You slap a hand over your own mouth to muffle the moan that rips out of you. His brother. Satoru. Heâs right there in the house. What if he hears? What if he comes closer? Your stupid, reckless boyfriend doesnât even seem to care.
You push at Gojoâs chest weakly, panting. âG-Gojo⊠wait⊠are we really gonna do it here?â
He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, smirking down at you like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. âYeah, why not, babe?â
âWell⊠shouldnât we go somewhere more privateâŠ?â
âThis is my house, yeah?â He shrugs, lazy and unbothered, already grinding his hard dick against your stomach. âSo whatâs the issue?â
You swallow hard. âWell⊠your brotherâs hereâŠâ
âOhhh, you saw him?â Gojoâs grin turns downright devilish. Blue eyes glittering with something dark and excited.
You nod, cheeks flaming. âHmm. GojoâŠâ You try again, voice small. âAre we really gonna do it? I mean⊠things are great between us, right?â
He tilts his head, brows furrowing for the first time. âYou agreed to it, baby. Why the cold feet now?â
âI⊠I meanââ
He cuts you off mid-sentence, eyes flicking over your shoulder toward the doorway. A slow, filthy smile spreads across his face. âAhhh. Heâs here. Letâs start, babe?â
Your heart stutters. âYeah butâ"
Okay, wait⊠he? Did he just say⊠heâs here? Did you hear that one right? Well truth be told, Gojo never said the other person was a girl, did he? He just said âsomething new,â âto spice things up.â You assumed it would be some hot sorority chick he wanted to bang. Not⊠not this.
As if the universe is mocking your spiraling thoughts, a low, familiar voice cuts through the room from behind you.
âYeah, letâs get it over with. Iâve got studying to do after this.â
You whip around so fast your skirt flares.
Itâs him. His brother. Glasses slightly fogged, snowy hair messier than before, black shirt already half-unbuttoned to reveal a lean, cut chest that looks just as carved as Gojoâs. Heâs stepping inside, long fingers lazily popping the last few buttons open one by one. The shirt slides off his shoulders and hits the floor. He reaches back without looking, shuts the door with a soft click, then twists the lock.
Your brain short-circuits.
You look between themâsame eyes, same smirks, and their fat cocks already straining against their sweats like theyâve been hard since the second they saw you in that tiny skirt.
Gojo steps up behind you, hands sliding around to grope your bare tits again, rolling your nipples between his fingers while he grinds his dick against your ass.
Satoru steps closer, eyes locked on where Gojoâs hands are mauling your chest, then dropping lower to the way your thighs are trembling. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out except a pathetic little squeak.
Is the threesome your boyfriend mentioned⊠with none other than his fucking twin brother?!
************
You donât know what the fuck you did in your past life to deserve this kind of depravity, but clearly the universe decided to pay you back in the filthiest way possible.
All you wanted was the pretty boy Gojo, to be yours. To love you stupid, to fuck you so dumb and deep that your greedy little cunt would reshape itself around his fat cock forever, molded to take only him.
But when the hell did it spiral into this?
When did it turn into the same boyfriend pinning your thighs wide open with his big hands, spreading you like a fucking buffet so his twin brother could stare straight into your dripping, needy pussy? Legs hooked over Gojoâs forearms, skirt and thong forgotten on the floor, your slick, swollen folds are on full obscene display. Your clitâs throbbing visibly, hole twitching and weeping like itâs already begging for both of them.
They looked the fuckin' same. If it werenât for the glasses and the messy hair on one and the cocky grin on the other, you wouldnât even be able to tell them apart. And now the sick, horny part of your brain is screaming one question louder than the rest:
Do they have the same cock too?
Youâre about to find out.
Satoru kneels between your spread thighs like heâs got a goddamn anatomy final tomorrow and your cunt is the only textbook that matters. Heâs close enough that you can feel his hot breath ghosting over your clit, making it jump.
âDamnâŠâ he mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on your pussy like it personally offended him by being this perfect. âYour bitch has a nice cunt, Gojo.â
Gojo laughs, that dark, smug sound vibrating against your back where heâs got you cradled against his chest. âTold ya. And itâs so fuckinâ tightâcanât even last in her without wanting to blow my load like a virgin. She milks me dry every time.â
Satoru hums, leaning in closer. âHold her legs up higher. I wanna see everything.â
Gojo obeys instantly, gripping under your knees and yanking your thighs back until youâre practically folded in half, cunt spread wide and obscene, hole fluttering under their stares.
âLike this?â Gojo asks, voice dripping with filthy pride.
Satoru nods slow. âYeah. Perfect.â
Then his long fingers are thereâtwo of them sliding through your folds, spreading your slick, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit until your hips jerk and a slutty moan rips out of you.
Gojo laughs again, right against your ear. âNow now, donât feel too good yet, yeah? Youâre gonna make me think I wasnât fuckinâ you good enough before.â
âN-no,â you whimper, voice shaking, âthatâs notâah!â
Satoru doesnât let you finish. He dips his head and drags his tongue in one long, filthy stripe from your leaking hole all the way up to your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth like heâs starving.
You cry out, hands flying to clutch Gojoâs thick forearms, nails digging in as your whole body arches.
Gojo presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, teeth grazing. âThatâs it, baby. Such a good thing for us.â
Satoru pulls back just enough to slide one finger inside youâthen twoâcurling them slow and deep while his thumb keeps rubbing messy circles on your clit. He looks up at both of you, blue eyes dark and mocking behind his glasses.
âHowâs it feel, prick?â he asks Gojo, voice thick. âWatching your girlfriendâs tight little cunt get played with by me?â
Gojo groans low, one hand sliding down to pinch and roll your nipple hard between his fingers, tugging until you whine. âI hate to admit it⊠but Iâm glad I lost that fuckinâ game. Wouldnât miss this for anything.â
Your brain stutters. âW-what gameâŠ?â
You barely get the words out, voice all breathy and wrecked while Satoruâs fingers pump in and out of your sopping cunt, slick dripping down his wrist.
Gojo chuckles dark, twisting your nipple again while he grinds his hard cock against your ass. âY'know baby, last week we were playing this racing game. Shit got heated. We put a bet on it. Toru said if he won⊠heâd get to fuck my girlfriend.â He leans down, lips brushing your ear. âAnd here we are, baby. Your pussy on the lineâand he fucking won.â
A fresh gush of slick floods out around Toruâs fingers the second the words sink in. Your boyfriend bet your cunt in a video game. And lost. And now his twin is knuckle-deep in you, scissoring you open like he owns it. You should be mortified. You should be pissed.
Instead your cunt clenches hard around those invading fingers, thighs shaking, because thatâs the hottest thing youâve ever heard.
Satoru smirks, feeling you flutter. âAlways hated this prick,â he mutters, eyes never leaving your face as he fucks you deeper. âWanted to get back at him. Canât believe he was hoarding a tight cunt like this all to himself.â
Gojo snorts, still playing with your tits like theyâre his personal stress toys. âA little gratitude is fine, yeah?â
Satoru just rolls his eyes. âYeah, go fuck yourself.â
Then he pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch, stands up in one smooth motion, and shoves his sweats down.
His cock springs freeâthick, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, slapping up against his cut abs with a lewd smack. Itâs identical to Gojoâs. Precum beads at the slit, dripping down the shaft as he wraps a hand around it and strokes once, slow and filthy.
âPlaytimeâs over,â he says, voice rough, eyes locked on your gaping, dripping hole. âLetâs get this over with. Iâve got better things to do.â
You blink hard, once, twice, like the universe is straight-up trolling you. Because look at thatâSatoruâs cock is the fuckin' same as Gojoâs. Same ridiculous length, same thick, veiny girth, same angry flushed head already drooling precum down the shaft like itâs been waiting to ruin you. Is that even biologically possible?
It slaps up against his abs with a heavy, wet sound and you swear the damn thing twitches like itâs waving hello, mocking you. Buy-one-get-one-free deal on the worldâs most dangerous dick. You just wanted one pretty blue-eyed devil to rearrange your guts⊠and now youâve got two that look like they were cloned in a lab specifically to ruin your holes.
Youâre not complaining. Not even a little.
Especially not when Gojo hooks his big hands under your knees and folds you in half, shoving your thighs all the way back until your knees kiss your tits. Your pussy completely exposedâpuffy, soaked, clit swollen and shiny. Your hole flutters openly under their gaze, dripping a fresh string of slick down to your asshole.
Satoru slaps his fat cock against your folds twiceâwet, obscene smacks that make your cunt clench hardâthen lines up and pushes in slow. Inch by thick inch, stretching you open like heâs claiming territory.
âFuuuuck,â he groans, head falling back, glasses slipping down his nose. âHaaa⊠so fuckinâ tight⊠goddamn, what the hell is this pussy made of? S'choking me.â
Gojo laughs low and filthy right by your ear. âTold ya, man. Cuntâs so tiny I can barely last ten strokes without blowing. She was made for this.â
Satoru starts movingâslow, deep, grinding thrusts that drag every vein along your walls. He curses under his breath with every snap of his hips.
He can't help it. Satoru never felt anything this good in his life⊠Who knew fucking his own brotherâs pretty little girlfriend would feel this fucking perfect? He shouldâve done this earlier.
He bottoms out and grinds in circles, stirring your insides. âWhyâs it so goddamn tight, huh? Your boyfriendâs dick that small? Hasnât stretched you out right?â
Gojo scoffs, still holding your legs wide. âOh hey, come on, shut the fuck up. Mineâs bigger than yours, asshole.â
âI donât think sooo,â Satoru mocks, slamming in harder just to watch you squeal.
âWell I think sooo,â Gojo fires back, one hand dropping to rub tight, mean circles on your swollen clit while his twin rails you. He looks down at your fucked-out faceâmouth hanging open, eyes glassy. âRight, baby? Tell him whose cock is bigger. Back your man up.â
You canât. You literally canât. Your brain is melted, eyes rolling back as Satoruâs cock bullies that spongy spot inside you over and over. He chuckles, dark and smug. âSheâs fuckinâ cock-drunk already, bro. Look at herâcanât even talk.â
Gojo grins. âLetâs ask her properly then.â
Satoru yanks out with a wet pop, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching around nothing.
Gojo lightly slaps your cheekâonce, twiceâbringing you back to earth. âBaby⊠tell me the truth. Whose is bigger? Mine or his?â
Your eyes dart between them. You bite your lip, then do the sluttiest thing imaginable: you reach down with both hands, spread your own dripping pussy lips wide open, and whimper,
âI⊠I donât know⊠Put it in here⊠Iâll⊠Iâll tell youâŠâ
They both freeze for half a second, then groan like you just killed them.
âJesus Christ,â Gojo mutters, already shoving his cock into your stretched hole in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You scream into the sheets, clutching fistfuls of fabric as he starts pounding.
âHowâs that, baby? Mineâs bigger, yeah?â
Satoru rips him back out and slams in right afterâsame depth, same force. âMineâs bigger, isnât it?â
You stutter, voice wrecked. âB-both⊠both the same sizeâahh fuckâsameâsameââ
âYeah?â Satoru growls, giving you one especially vicious thrust that makes your toes curl. He pulls out, hauls you up like you weigh nothing, flips you onto all fours, and buries himself back inside in one go. Your face smashes into the sheets, ass up high, back arched like a bitch in heat.
âNow now, donât forget me,â Gojo says, crawling in front of your face. He strokes his leaking cock, smearing precum across your lips. âHere, baby. Open upâaaahhh.â
You obey instantly, sucking him down your throat like his good girl, hollowing your cheeks while Satoru pounds your pussy from behind.
Heaven. This is actual fucking heavenâsandwiched between two monstrous cocks, one brutalizing your cunt, the other fucking your throat in perfect sync. They pick up speed, hips snapping, balls slapping. Satoru keeps nailing that spot until your eyes cross.
âHmmâToruâright thereânghhâmoreââ
Gojo grabs your hair, yanks you back onto his cock. âCome on, donât forget your poor boyfriend now.â
They fuck you faster, meanerâSatoru cums first with a guttural âFUCKKKKâcummingââ and a hard slap to your ass that leaves a burning handprint. Thick ropes of hot cum flood your pussy, so much it squirts out around his cock.
The feeling of him pulsing inside you makes you moan around Gojoâs dick, throat tightening. Thatâs all it takesâGojo groans âBabeâaaahhh shitââ and unloads straight down your throat, holding your head still while you swallow every drop like the cumslut you are.
All three of you are panting, sweat-slick, wrecked. Thick white cum leaks from your abused pussy and drips from the corner of your mouth. Your ass is still in the air, cunt twitching. Satoru lazily rubs two fingers through your folds, spreading the mess, playing with your oversensitive clit until you whimper.
You think thatâs it. Youâre foolish enough to believe theyâre done.
Gojo smirks, wiping sweat from his brow. âWanna take this side?â
Satoru shrugs, already hard again. âYeah, sure. Whatever.â
And they switch.
They keep trading your holes like youâre their personal fucktoyâGojo in your pussy while Satoru fucks your throat, then Satoru back in your cunt while Gojo uses your mouth, over and over until you lose count. You donât even know when it ends. Time stops existing. All you know is cock, cum, and the wet sounds of them ruining you.
When you finally blink back to reality, your eyes flutter open to the most obscene sight: both of them latched onto your tits like starving men. Gojo sucking and biting one nipple, Satoru on the other, tongues swirling, teeth grazing, hands squeezing your soft flesh while their still-hard cocks rest heavy against your thighs. Your tits ache sweetly from all the sucking and biting, nipples puffy and dark.
You reach down, threading your fingers through their snowy hair, caressing gently as they nurse on you like theyâll never get enough.
Gojo pops off your nipple with a wet sound, grinning up at you with that same cocky sparkle. âFuck⊠we mightâve just knocked you up tonight, baby.â
Satoru lifts his head too, lips shiny with spit. âGood luck figuring out whose it is. Kidâs gonna come out looking exactly like both of us.â
Gojo laughs, low and filthy, nipping your tit again. âGuess I'll just have to keep breeding this perfect cunt until I make sure it's mine.â
Satoru smirks, already rubbing his cock against your leaking hole again. âOne more?â
"Toruuuu....." you pouts softly, as you thread your fingers through their hair, petting gently, pulling them both back down to your tits.
Yeah. Youâd said yes to âsomething newâ because you were terrified of losing your boyfriend. And now⊠this.
Two perfect, pretty boys, both of them buried so deep inside you that you can still feel the phantom stretch. Both of them looking at you like youâre the prize theyâd fight over. Both of them still hard against your thighs, already thinking about going at it again.
Thank god you said yes.
Thank god you trusted that reckless suggestion.
Because if you hadnât⊠youâd still be having just one of them. Now youâve got two.
HIS NEW STRESS TOY â starring fire lord!zuko x concubine!reader
â sex deprived or simply stupid? you guess you're both when you decide to offer yourself to a stranger with a sexy voice through a glory hole!
ac: @zuunary dc: @/bronzewasp
was there a fate as frustrating as being the concubine for a man as cold as the fire lord?
perhaps cold wasn't the correct word. but considering he refused to so much as speak to the women of his court, you weren't sure how else to describe your nonexistent relationship when you doubted he even knew your name.
you knew you shouldn't complain.
compared to some girls from your tribe, being pampered and paraded around was a far better fate. at least you were fed.
the only issue was you still hadn't been fucked.
you overheard a few of the other concubines whispering in the garden about how he'd yet to spend the night with any of them, scoffing at his solemnly muttered refusals on the rare occasion one would dare approach him during the day.
acting as if he owed them sex just because of his position.
there was no safety in simply being a pretty face. no, they all wanted something more. the security of being a proper consort. having his heir.
sneering about his burns behind his back while they schemed up ways to sleep with him, unsatisfied to just live in luxury.
with power came pests, you supposed.
you didnât mind keeping to yourself, at least at first. preferred to be left to your own devices, chatting with the servants and finding company where to fill the time since the fire lord clearly held no interest in the concubines he housed. you'd never actually spoken to him yourself, no way to know if he was anything like the rumors they spread.
it was just that your fingers were having trouble soothing the heat between your thighs.
and the man who was causing it was too busy in his own world to ever notice what his presence did to you - or even care about soothing it.
your problem was yours alone.
and as long as your solution stayed a secret, everything could remain the same.
even if it did still feel shitty staring at him from afar, picking at your food while his political advisors prodded him for plans. watching your lord lean over out of earshot, his pretty lips parting, probably discussing business about the avatar or other things you weren't important enough to know.
his defined jaw clenching when his advisor replied, shaking his head all seriously as you spun your fork between your fingers.
excusing yourself was easy when no one cared where some measly concubine wandered off to. servants not even sparing you a glance as you slipped out into the bathhouses, confident that you wouldn't be interrupted at least when everyone was busy at his banquet.
you discovered it two months ago. you'd been bathing by yourself late one night, enjoying the steam and padding around barefoot as you tied a robe back over yourself. .
hidden in a little nook, away from the actual bath and near the changing rooms, someone had carved a hole in the wall that separated the men's bath from the women's. you had giggled at first, grinned at the realization someone must have made it for sex.
squatting down to squint through, not able to make out too much before sticking a single finger inside of it - only for someone to grab it.
"was this your doing?" a man grumbled, holding tight when you tried to pull it back.
"of course not," you huffed indignantly, scowling as you chewed the inside of your cheek. "what? were you waiting to be serviced?"
"of course not," he repeated, scoffing at you as if it was a ridiculous assumption to come to.
that should've been the end of it.
but you both kept coming back. week after week, making catty conversation between the wall as you both complained. he was sick of his responsibilities. his duties. overwhelmed by the weight of the work on his shoulders. you were sick of feeling unseen.
and even though he couldn't actually see you, it was nice to be heard.
you figured he must be a soldier. maybe a captain or lieutenant.
the bathhouse was indeed vacant when you strolled through it, glancing over your shoulder as you made your way to your little hideaway.
excitement buzzing through your chest, heart thumping as you stopped just in front of it, getting down on its level to peek through as you hesitantly called out, "hello?"
no answer.
perhaps he'd been held up.
maybe he'd even been at the same banquet. right under your nose the entire time.
you waited, counting the seconds and biting your lip until you faintly heard approaching footsteps on the other side.
"are you there?" he spoke carefully, his voice low, soft, the kind that reverberated through you. you liked it.
him too.
"yes," you half-whispered back, swallowing the spit pooling in the back of your mouth. "i thought you might not come."
"my ah, well, colleagues were driving me insane. it's hard to get away from them," he muttered, irritation still dripping from his words as you listened intently. "did i make you wait long?"
"do i get anything if i say yes?" you affectionately hummed, a familiar feeling starting to burn in the bottom of your stomach as you fantasized about what the man on the other side might look like.
you doubted he'd be as handsome as zuko, but he still sounded attractive.
"i'm too tired to be teased tonight," he grunted, unamused by your light giggle.
"that's a shame," you replied, leaning against the wall. was he doing the same? pondering over your appearance and fighting the pull of his heart towards you? "i was looking forward to teasing you."
"are you trying to stress me out?" he sarcastically asked, a cute little husk to his voice that made your thighs reflexively squeeze.
"maybe a little," you answered honestly. "you sound cute when you're stressed."
it seemed like his permanent state of being.
"besides," you continued, getting closer to the edge of the hole. "you can just use me as stress relief."
wasn't that why you were both here?
fornicating with a fire lord's concubine with strictly forbidden.
but that was only if someone found out.
besides, as long as you didn't actually fuck him, wasn't it fine?
he didn't know what crime he was committing when he stuck his cock through the carved out-hole, the veins running across his thick shaft pulsing as you slid your stare over it.
getting down on your knees to wrap your mouth around it, feeling him throb against your tongue as you started sucking his cock. his filthy groan just spurring you on as you tried to take him as deep as possible.
if anyone caught either of you, there'd surely be hell to pay, but when he was bobbing into the back of your throat and murmuring how good you felt, it was hard to feel bad about it.
you didn't really mind being used when it was all you were made for. all you were using him for.
"fuck, your mouth is so warm," he moaned, and you wished you could see the way his face had to be scrunching up in pleasure while you tried to stroke what didn't fit.
humming against him as he chased his climax, your pulse pounding in your eardrums as you imagined what he'd do if he could see you.
would he grab your hair? use it to guide his cock in-and-out?
fuck your face until you were begging just to breathe?
you didn't even get to feel his abs tense when he was about to cum, his cock stalling mid-thrust just before warm ropes of cum spilled out, shooting down your throat as you struggled to swallow all of it.
"god, you're so good," he grunted, not pulling out as you licked up the last of it, dragging your tongue back over it until he was clean. "turn around."
he growled it like he was used to giving orders.
you pulled off of his cock, spit connecting your lips with his swollen tip as you watched it disappear back through the hole.
your turn.
it felt a little humiliating to pull up your skirts high enough, twisting around to angle yourself at the hole.
but the embarrassment morphed into enthrallment the moment his tongue was dragging over your slick entrance. pushing in and swirling it around with an intensity you hadn't quite been expecting.
trying to stretch you open with his that thick pink muscle of his, greedily eating you out like a starving man.
his tongue moved deftly, dragging inside you with expert strokes, painting patterns that left you stifling your moans into your palm. he felt like heaven, scratching that itch you couldn't satisfy yourself.
but just before the pressure could mount, he pulled his tongue out with an impatient huff.
"i would like to make love to you," he murmured, his voice half-slurred as he slurped you up. "in my chambers."
"i-i can't," you whimpered, regret burning almost as much as the need was. "i belong to someone else."
"who?"
his voice trembled, shaking with anger you'd never heard from him before.
"the fire lord," you half-whispered, breath catching in your throat as he let a low chuckle escape.
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â¶ïžïž Noble (starring . fire lord!zuko & cult leader!geto)
synopsis . In which the two leaders of two entirely different lifestyles have one other thing in common outside of their lordshipâtheir addiction to you.
content . afab!reader, atla x jjk au, porn with no plot, lots of hair pulling (duh), hints of obsession and possessiveness, eventual threesome & they kinda pass you back 'n forth, brothel worker!reader, missionary, marathon sex, zukoâs a lil awkward here ân there, fingering, oral sex, throat fucking, slight nipple play, praise, pet names, sexual use of fire bending, creampies, dirty talk (sugu's filthy like always), full nelson, zuko steams when heâs close/when he cums, manhandling, filth (cum eating), jealous innuendos, prone bone, etc.
word count . 8.7k (dunno how tht happened) || author's note: yâall know i had to. btw this is dedicated to tht one anon who said theyâre tired of seeing me write foursomes & threesomes <3 banner art by rororogi mogera!
In a world where things like jujutsu sorcery and elemental benders exist simultaneously, one can only imagine how overwhelming life must be to live.
And yet, youâve managed to find some sort of balance in the midst of it all as a humble brothel worker.
Well, not just any humble brothel worker butâthe brothel worker, as titled by the many men and women of highest ranks in society whoâve had the pleasure of indulging in you for a night or two.
You had gathered many loyal clients over the years, people who'd come in and beg 'n plead for even a few minutes with you. By the time this palate of clients reached those of higher status, your rates naturally went up, and eventually you'd only be visited by those most worthy of you.
Which, is rather impressive for a mere whore.
You're unsure what it was about you that made you so special, but if you had to thank someone for your status in the society of prostitution, that someone would be Geto Suguru, who was the first to openly pick you as his favored escort.
After he came in to your brothel unmasked and open with who he was, many people of higher society began to follow suit until this trend eventually reached royal walls.
It was by then that you were sought out by only the best of the best. And while this was supposed to be a good thing for you, considering it meant much better pay and (thankfully) less harassment, you found yourself facing a new difficulty as your two highest paying clients began to butt heads and clash with their timing...
ââ
On one hand, you had well known cultist leader Geto Suguru who you'd wrapped around your pretty little finger from his first night with you.
You recall said first night like it were yesterday.
Dimmed lanterns littered the brothel's corners and ceilings, leaving arrays of shadows and silhouettes to splay out across the rich velvet-draped walls whilst the scent of sex 'n sin coated the air.
You were leaning against a scrupulously carved wooden bar, the silks of your robe slanting off your right shoulderâleaving room for a teasing curve of your breasts to spill out to the varying patrons winding about. It'd been a rather busy night for you, as you'd tended to at least three clients back to back prior to finding this short moment for yourself.
Most could hardly afford an entire night with you at this time, even though you weren't considered the best of the best just yet. This brothel brought in all sorts of lost souls, a diverse set individuals who's cash and coin could bring them whatever flesh they craved when their desires ran most rampant.
Your eyes had scanned the room time and time again in search of who to approach, as it was also rather rare that you'd have a second to do the approachingâmost came to you. But, this night had been wildly different.
Your gaze plucked out the regulars and you grimaced as the prospect of having to approach one of those merchants who carried leering grins and uncomfortably grabby hands dawned on you. Although you'd a busy night thus far, you were quite hungry for cash.
All you wanted was one more customer before you'd call it a successful night.
You debated on approaching some soldiers who's hands you knew to itch for softness, deeply considering how their pockets tended to run rather deep.
When such powerful fascinations of magic existed, it was only natural that all sorts of people existed as well. There were benders of four different kinds, sorcerers who had the most complex of abilities, mixes of both who existed, and lastlyâregular people who carried no special, otherworldly aptitudes whatsoever.
That last category is where you fall. But, you suppose being able to bend your back just right and give people a taste of something far sweeter than any source of supernatural abilities out there was something to be moderately proud of.
It was in this very brothel that you felt most powerful, and nothing nor anyone could take that away from you.
Especially not by the time Geto entered the establishment for the first time.
Staggering in at over six feet tall, cloaked in black from head to toe with half of his face hidden behind an ornate mask, he was certainly nothing to be played with when you first saw him.
Youâand everyone else in a hundred mile radiusâhad heard many rumors and tales of the infamous Geto Suguru. How he slaughtered his own family, was actively wanted for doing so by members of Jujutsu Society, and had some sort of cult brewing about to spread ideals of slaughter in regards to any non-sorcerers.
But, given the mask he had on, you held no idea that the man snapping his eyes your way was him.
Though, looking back on it now, it should've been obvious. Only half of his face was concealed but most should be able to recognize that sharp jawline and those seductive eyes of amethyst hue from a mile away. Not to mention the long tresses of raven black that cascaded down his back, swishing with much elegance as he paced deeper into the brothelâhalf of it pulled up into quite the signature bun.
"You," He'd been standing in front of you much faster than you had time to prepare yourself for, his voice laced with this smooth purr thatâagainâanyone should've been able to recognize.
You remember the way you straightened up almost immediately, your gaze meeting his as the tension of his visual scrutiny fell down on you. Luckily for you, you were able to collect yourself just in time to offer a short nod of your head, "Of course."
You had to force steadiness in your voice just to maintain your usual confidence. No way were you about to let some masked stranger get you all nervous.
...Even if the masked stranger in question undressed you with his eyes in a way you swear you've never experienced before.
You ended up leading him up the creaky set of stairs to your left. It was apparent in how quiet he was along the way that he hadn't been a man of many words, at least not to people he didn't knowâergo, you.
Once upstairs, he followed you down the relatively quiet hall, the only source of sound coming from the soft click of a shutting door as you eventually brought him into a private room.
His eyes didn't stay on you long, too eager to take in the intimate space around him. He'd linger his gaze over the wide bed, scoff quietly at the cheap-looking sheets tossed over it, and shift in his standing as he contemplated deeply on all the decisions that led him here.
Then his attention found you again.
Whilst he had reminded dormant, you slowly turned around to face him and wasted little time in working to untie your velvety robes. The fabrics fell to pool at your feet, and for anyone who lived a life much different to this oneâthe way things played out may have come off as strange. But for you, having a client who spoke very little such as this one wasn't unusual in the slightest.
Hell, it was on nights like that where you preferred it most, honestly.
"Shall I uh..." Your voice wavered a moment but you quickly made up for it via gesturing your hand out to the man. Then you pacing closer to him, "Shall I help you?" You offered simply, your movement extending out into a reach as you went for his clothing.
A hand met your wrist and his head shook, "Not yet."
You'd known the gentleman for no longer than twenty minutes and yet only three words had come your way. How strange.
Unfortunately, you weren't given much time to ponder on his aloofness since you were distracted by the way his hand left you and went for his mask. He lifted it away and you gasped almost immediately at the reveal, stumbling back a bit to move your hands over your mouth.
In one respect, you were scared shitless. The man known for bringing harm to non-sorcerers was currently standing in front of you, a non-sorcerer. And in the other respect, it was hard to be entirely fearful when he had the face of an angel.
Most men prior to this instance weren't always the easiest on the eyes, and it was quite the rarity for you to be in a situation like this.
A few lengthy strands of hair framed the upper half of his now-revealed face and fuck if he wasn't the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on.
"You look scared," Geto pointed out bluntly, his gaze inert. He watched closely at the way the center of your throat moved with the gulp you took.
Cute.
You wanted to swipe your robes back up from the floor and run for your life, but what good would that really do you?
"Well, you're known for..." Your words failed you entirely but you tried your best to vocalize your scattered thoughts. "A-And I'm not aâ"
"A sorcerer? I know," He fills in for you, closing the distance you'd tried to create between the two of you. "But, I don't need you to be a sorcerer to fuck you, do I?"
It was in that moment, and with those words, that you remembered what exactly your job was. Fearing that this man would harm you despite him literally coming to this establishment to feed into whatever lust lived inside him was mildly foolish on your part.
You eventually let your head nod understandingly, your gaze sinking to the floor in slight embarrassment. Meanwhile he'd found himself amused. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you that you'd easily become his exception for the sorcerer exclusive world he wanted to eventually create.
Geto stepped forward and went to take your wrists into his hands again, tugging you towards him and guiding your palms to his torso. "You can undress me now," He instructed.
Your hands were shaking slightly as you did so, struggling to swallow that lingering fear all the way down. It wasn't until you'd managed his top off that he moved to grab at your jaw rather roughly, forcing your head up and your eyes on his.
You gasped again, "Lord Geto, Iâ"
"Suguru will suffice," He murmured before you could even finish, tipping his head to the side and leaning in to caress your lips with his own. "I am yours more than you are mine tonight, alright?"
It was obvious he was trying to soothe your nerves but it wasn't really working until his lips fell onto yours. Your eyes went wide when he kissed you, stuck in your own shock and unable to bring yourself back into the moment.
Then, by the time his tongue darted out to tap at the corners of your mouth seeking entry, you regained some of yourself and managed to part your lips for him. After which his tongue met with yours and it was as though a flip had been switched in your head.
Your body pushed forward into his without second thought and you caught him by surprise quickly enough for him to grunt into your mouth. The taste of Geto on your tongue was something you'd never forgetânot by a long shot.
One of your hands flew up to the side of his face to trace his cheek as your other explored the expanse of his abs, fingertips dipping against every sharp curve. Geto's body shuddered under your suddenly initiative touch, his breath clinging to his lungs and refusing to leave him in a timely manner.
A single slip of tongues was all it took for you to feel like yourself again and that was enough to have Geto reeling. Your thumb swiped against his cheek in a fashion more tender than he'd ever experienced in his life and he was completely under your figurative spell until your other hand began to dip past his waistband.
After a few minutes of exchanging saliva and soft moans, he'd unconsciously pushed you back against the bed. You pulled away from him and moved to sink to your knees without him having to say anythingâleaving him to miss the feel of your tits against his naked chest.
Geto's hand came to the top of your head carefully as you tugged at his dark slacks, letting them plunge to the floor so that his erect cock could spring free. The man swears he caught a little twinkle in your eye upon watching how his dick came slapping up against his abdomen. Perhaps you were a bit more passionate about your job than he'd realized.
His cock was unduly thick, tannish length standing tall and curved whilst it dripped excessively with precum from the plump tip. You were salivating before you'd even copped a proper feel.
Your eyes flicked upward and he peered down at you expectantly, cocking a brow as if to ask what was taking you so long. You never cared much for being rushed but something told you that his neediness would somehow make everything worth it soon enough.
Then your mouth met his tip and you licked slowly, savoring the new taste of him on your tongue. He groaned faintly before moving to thread his fingers into your hair for a better grip on your head, his hips instinctively rocking forward. Your lips stretched around his cock as you swallowed him in, drool spilling out from the sides and quick to make a mess of your face.
Geto wasn't hesitant in fucking your mouth, especially with how good you were at using it. Your tongue did these tricks against him that he'd never felt before and it had his balls aching for release within a matter of minutes.
Hell, it had him thinking maybe he should've visited a brothel sooner!
"Jus' like that," Came from his purring tongue, "Take every inch of me-, fuckâmhmm, stretch that throat out. That's perfect." He grunted, voice laced with a nasty cadence.
You'd gag slightly as he knocked against the back of your throat, but it was a feeling you'd grown quite used to over time so you've come to enjoy it more than anything. Geto didn't take much longer to use your mouth as if it were specifically shaped to accommodate the size of his fat cock.
When he felt himself growing close, he plucked you right off of him and let the slops of saliva web all in between his tip and your chin. Then he'd hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed, abandoning thoughts of his own pleasure just to come spread your legs and kneel himself between them.
It wasn't unusual for clients to eat you out per-se, but it was quite uncommon.
Surging forward with no preamble, Geto buried his face into your sappy folds, his tongue coming forward with a spongey greeting to soak in your arousal. In the midst of this, you caught the man smiling like he'd proved something to himself just from getting a taste of you. Whatever that something was is entirely unbeknownst to you but, it matters little in the long run.
"Suguru," You tested, letting his name fall from you for the first time and watching how he instantly ground his hips forward to rub his bare cock against the bedsheets.
His lips were glistening in the remnants of you as his head fwipped upwards, "Again, pretty. Say it like you mean it." Geto ordered.
You did exactly that whilst he dove right back in, his hand coming out of seemingly nowhere to add two fingers into you and stretch you open on par with the rotational laps of his tongue.
"Mmngh! Sugu-, shit.." You huffed breathlessly beneath him and the workings of his mouth.
It seemed as though the sudden nickname you spewed was enough to send him into this feral state of feasting, mouth widening against your pussy just to suck 'n kiss alllll over you like you deserved to be sucked 'n kissed on. Your fingers tangled into his hair somewhere along the way but it began to grip and tug as you felt your orgasm approaching.
The skin of your thighs caged his head as your voice grew loud enough to escape the otherwise sound-proof walls of the room.
Directly after your orgasm flooded both his tongue and his thick fingers, Geto had no plans on letting you recover from it.
That first night with him was quick in the best way imaginable.
Geto rose to position his achy cock at your entrance, letting the head smack! in between your puffy folds a couple times before he started pushing in. Your hands went out to grip at the surrounding sheets and you whined whilst he stretched you out.
He was the first client of yours to ever make you feel so immersed in the acts of sexual pleasure, but far from the last.
He waited for the walls of your cunt to adjust to his thick size before he worked a steady pace into you, soon fucking you in a way that's simply incomparable to what you were used to. Your body rocked and rocked against the bed with his every thrust, his hands moving from the sheets to your hips, then to your breasts just to squeeze your body like he felt you needed.
One moment he was groaning and grunting above you about how good you felt, and the next his hands were on the undersides of your thighs, forcing your body to bend how he wanted as his voice curved all into your ear.
"Tell me something," He husked heavily, his hair framing your body with the way it fell out all messily. "How many cocks do you actually enjoy taking, hm?"
You choked.
Sure, men had asked you questions like that before but... most weren't too concerned with the others that you'd been with.
Cunt clenching around him, "I-I... I don't know-, nngh!"
At that, Geto had lifted himself just enough to grab ahold of your face like he'd done earlier, staring your dead in the eyes whilst his hips came rocking down into youâcock fucking the air right out of your lungs. "Well, when you make faces like that... I can't help but feel like mine is the only correct answer, no?"
It was your first night with the man and yet, you knew for a fact you had him right were you wanted him. A few have gotten addicted to you in the past, sure. But their pockets never aligned with their desires.
Not like Geto's did.
He eventually emptied himself into you, and wound up leaving you with a tip large enough to prevent you from working at all if you wished it so.
Then he became a recurring customer. Actually, scratch that, Geto Suguru became the recurring customer (for a while, anyway).
If you were with someone, he'd have them quickly dismissed and pay three times whatever the person you were with had been charged plus some just to make it happen.
Not only that, but he also showed up unmasked after his first night with you. You're unsure why exactly he did that when all this did was bring about attention to you.
Words of your successfully seductive nature spread all across the lands because of him, reaching places you never could've imagined for yourself.
...Such as the Fire Nation.
Or, more specifically, the Fire Nation's palace.
ââ
With Geto highlighting your sexual talents, you got new clients of all sorts. Other well-renowned jujutsu sorcerers, the most talented of benders from varying nations, etc.
The madam of your brothel helped you to maintain appearances, slowly viewing you differently over time, and eventually realizing that you were becoming her most starred workerâkeenly peeping the investment she'd have to put into you in order to keep this flow of high societal members coming.
Your older garments, albeit nothing wrong with them, were quickly replaced with new silks that were more intricate and softerâfitting for a woman of your stature now. Your room had been moved higher within the building, farther from the bumbling noise of the common floor, and closer to those who could afford the best discretion.
Even the way your coworkers spoke to you had shifted. Some interacted with you whilst carrying awe in their eyes, others moving with resentment.
But through all this, Geto kept coming back, continued to remain your most devoted and loyal client.
That is, until Fire Lord Zuko waltzed in one night.
You were tucked into the comforts of your room when he'd visited the brothel, deaf to the commotion occurring just beyond your door.
Whispers flooded the hallways just outside, along with shocked gasps, attemptive passing touches, and failed glances of seduction as he made his way towards your room. Then came one firm knock to your door, the sound loud enough to startle you a bit.
You abandoned whatever it was you were tending to and made haste in approaching the door. As you moved to open it, you were left star-stuck from the sight of regal fabrics alone. Before you even looked up to see who was under said fabrics, you felt your heart lurch in your chest.
Then you peeked upwards and gasped rather animatedly, the folded fan you had in your hand fluttering to the floor. "L-Lord Zuko," You stammered in shock.
It was instantaneous the way you let your head lower into a rightful bow after catching the slightest shift in his brow, to which his face had lightened up a little in surprise.
Then came the tenderness of his voice, "You... don't have to do that." Zuko breathed, moving to lightly take your hands into his own.
You lifted your chin back up shortly after, blinking all dumbfoundedly at the man, "But..." As your words trailed off, he was firm in holding both your gaze and your hands.
His skin was warm against yours, eyes gorgeous in their golden hue, and long black hair falling loose to frame some of his tall figure. It was clear that hereâin this brothel with youâthere was no veil of inherent royalty between you and him.
The burn scar that twisted his left eye and cheek remain bare for you to take all the way in. It was unreal to have the Fire Lord standing right in front of you like this. One could only dream of such a thing, truly.
Within the spark of a moment that dwindled between the both of you, he let himself unconsciously lean a little closer to you. Husking a soft-spoken, "I'm not the first of royal status to pay you a visit, am I?" He asked.
You cleared your throat, "No, no, of course not."
Then you let your hands depart from his and you took a step back, moving your arm out to gesture him into entering your bed chambers. Zuko seemed to be delighted by the way you regained your comfort thus far, his shoulders relaxing as he inched forward.
Just before his foot fully passed the doorway, he paused and cut his eye back over his shoulder. Everyone who he'd passed whilst making his way here had been watching that entire little interaction, but the moment Zuko looked back at them all, they'd flinched and scrammed to return to whatever mindless tasks they'd been busy with before.
With the hallway cleared from a mere glanceâwith the exception of one or two fire nation guardsâhe let out a short breath through his nose and then turned to enter your quarters, the ends of his fashionably red and gold attire fluttering behind his every step.
You shut the door behind him and pressed your forehead against it for a moment. Your heart was pounding with every lengthy second that dragged by.
Fire Lord Zuko is standing in your room.
Fire Lord Zuko is standing in your room.
Fire. Lord. Zuko. is standing. in your room.
How do you even-
"Miss..?" He calls out almost sweetly, unintentionally making you flinch out of your thoughts.
You gulp, swirling around to face him only to swirl yourself right into his chest.
When had he gotten so close?
Your hands fly up to steady yourselfâlightly grabbing onto himâand you squeeze your eyes shut, "My apologies, my lord..." You mumble, "As you can see, your arrival has startled me greatly."
Something soft leaves his lungs as his hands carefully meet your arms, "Why's that?" Fuck, his voice was so warm.
Your eyes bat themself open before moving up to meet with his. "...Are you seriously asking me that?" You blurt out.
Zuko stares at you an awkward moment.
He obviously wasn't used to having anyone speak so casually to him, and while he somewhat expected it before coming into this, it still manages to catch him off guard.
Leading him to let out a harmless scoff, "Pardon me for my confusion, miss. I just thought you'd be used to nobles visiting you by now. I've heard the rumors, after all."
You stare right back at him before tilting your head cluelessly, "Rumors?"
Zukoâs eyes skim over every inch of your face, appreciating the lack of space between your body and his already. Then he smiles ever so slightly, "You don't even know what people speak of you, huh?"
Your head shakes.
"They say you're the best," He explains steadily, lifting a hand to whisk a single strand of hair away from your face, "That a single night with you is enough to heal a broken heart of any sorts."
"Does that imply that your heart is recently broken, my lord?" You tease.
His hand halts for a second. Then his grin deepens, "It's not. I'm uh... I'm only reiterating what I've heard of you."
Playfully rolling your eyes, "Well, those rumors of me are wildly dramatic."
His eyebrow raises as if to challenge your claims, âAre they?"
You stand your ground, "I do whatever is asked of me and I get paid, there's nothing more to it."
Zuko doesnât even try to hide the way he doesnât quite believe you. Something threading on smug flickers across his expression whilst his thumb maps out the side of your face, drawing itself down towards your mouth.
You get lost in his touch faster than you can even help yourself. Everything about Zuko is just warmâthereâs hardly another way to put it. His voice is velvety and tender on your ears, never too much bass or aggressiveness in the words that leave him.
In fact, itâs the exact opposite.
Every syllable slides off his tongue with this crowned elegance that somehow doesnât ever strike your eardrums as too entitled or belittling in any way. "And yet word of your reputation alone has led me to you." Zuko says, the tip of his thumb finally greeting your bottom lip.
The gloss resting there makes him mouth out the word pretty and you feel your breath hitching, as if his compliment weighed far more than any other youâd ever received.
"For reasons far beyond me,â You murmur in response as he thumbs your lips apart slowly.
Zukoâs hand gathers the rest of your chin into his hold to lift your head further up and he spreads your lips apart from one another fully as he whispers, "Your humbleness is honorable, sweetheart."
Something in your chest flips right then.
Sweetheart.
A nickname youâve heard time ân time again. A nickname you should be used to hearing by now.
But when it comes from himâŠ
The look in your eyes change as you push your mouth against the pad of his thumb, âI could show you some other honorable things, my lord.â
His brow furrows and you hear a breath escape him, having hitched somewhere in his throat. âThat's what I'm here for, but I'm not sure honorable is the right⊠word...â Zuko trails off, quickly getting enamored in the way you move your mouth to take in his thumb.
Heâs not entirely a stranger to seduction, but it didnât take long for him to figure someone like you should be something much more than a mere brothel worker. If this was something you truly took passion inâsurely becoming his concubine would be much more fitting.
And with your tongue rounding his thumb in a manner meant to imitate the way it later would his cock, Zuko knows heâll be returning to this brothel many times before heâs even half way satisfied with indulging in you.
He soon plucks his thumb from your mouth and moves to grab ahold of your face, tipping his head opposite of yours, and then leaning in as if to kiss you.
Zuko slows himself just short of his lips colliding with yours and you nearly whine at the teasing gesture. The man lets your breaths mingle and swirl into one another, exchanging waves of intimacy prior to engaging in the real thing.
Then, just to work you right up, he smirks and utters, âYou want it?â as if you werenât already a melting mess of need in his palms. He didn't realize it then, but you could tell this whole thing was new to him in one way or another.
You nod almost stupidly though, âPlease?â
Zukoâs lips slip down onto yours and both of you hum into the kiss almost immediately. Heâs holding your face like youâre the most dearest thing to him and youâre reeling in the fact that youâre kissing the Fire Lord himself.
And then in a matter of minutes the both of you go from tentative kisses and gentle moans to the tugging of clothing and a fiery handling of one another.
Zuko very nearly shreds your robes to ash just to get his hands on your bare skinâhis touches eager as he soon has your tits fondled perfectly within his palms while still working your mouth over with his own.
Heâd kiss you until you were breathless and clinging to him for more, ignoring how your hands tried to dip down for his cock, and smoothly bringing his mouth down to your chest.
His lips cupped one of your nipples before you had time to react, sucking and tugging on the perky bud with much fervor. âMmmgnh,â Zuko hummed against you whilst rolling his tongue around in pleasureful little circles.
The first night with him was nearly as fast as the first night with Geto had been. Nearly.
There were little differences between the two men when they were with you. Both seemed eager and happy to please you more than they did themselves.
Zuko spent an almost concerning amount of time slobbering against your tits before even thinking of pulling his dick out. And once he did free himself from the restraints of his regal clothing, youâd already been laid down on the mattress in the particular position he planned on taking you in.
You laid on your stomachâbody decorated and smothered in all sorts of markings induced from Zukoâs incessant mouthâand he was soon positioning his thighs around your own with his cock swinging out just above your ass.
When Zuko was especially turned on, bits of steam would puff out from his nose. A cute fact of which you come to pick up on over time, of course.
Sometimes youâd feel said steam caress your back when he took you from behind as he was now. The balmy head of his long cock would prod at your weepy pussy lips before heâd ease himself in, and by then, he was already a mess.
Youâd push your hips back against him and heâd nearly lose his balance above you, a short huff that sounds dangerously close to a whine slipping right out of his lungs.
âSo beautifulâŠâ Heâd coo, noticing how you shudder under the heated touch of his fingertips as they traveled the curve in your spine. Then heâd flatten his hand somewhere in the center of it and force your arch to deepen as he humped his dick into your wetly ringing cunt.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head instantly and drool danced out the side of your mouth along with a moan of his name, âF-Fuuck, Zuko.â
He adored the soundâfelt himself growing wildly enamored by it with each time it dangled off of your tongue. The rumors about you were nothing compared to feeling you.
Your walls sucked him in to the hilt without him even having to move much, clenching around his cock in rhythmic motions that had his mind going blank for moments at a time. Zuko was thankful heâd had you in prone bone, otherwise youâd see just how red ân pink his cheeks had colored over just from fucking you.
Even so, he couldnât control the sounds he let out. The way heâd grunt and then thrust as if to distract you from it, loving how you continued to gasp out directly after.
Up until youâd angled your head back to look at him, a gorgeously cockdrunk look dazzling over your glossy eyes. Heâd never seen something so sinfully beautiful in his life.
Zukoâs hips were snapping down into you faster than he realized, his hand moving to your chin to force your head further back the moment you tried to look away from him. The nerve you had to give him a taste of such a perfect expression just to hide it from him seconds later.
How rude.
His body craned down and his face was mere centimeters from yours as his cockhead thrashed against the inner depths of your cunt. The two of you panted and moaned in sync, his jaw slacking from how good it felt to be inside you whilst fucking you into making that addictive expression.
It wasnât until he was getting close that you felt his balls smack smack smacking! against your skin harder, and the faint smell of something burning coming from somewhere to your left.
Thereâd been incidents in the pastâespecially with fire bendersâwhere silk sheets had been burnt within the brothel. You were no stranger to the scent, you knew exactly what it was without having to place your eyes on it.
Even so, your head ached to turn and locate the source of the fiery smell, but Zuko wasnât having it. His veins trailing his cock throbbed and he groaned out all loudly as he kept your head in place with a steeling grip.
Huffing, âShit-, i-ignore it.â as he continued on, despite the smell getting stronger.
You gasped and your body was conformed entirely to his hold on you, âBut-, ah! Youâll burn something, myââ
âSay my name,â The Fire Lord demanded all of a sudden, his brow pressing inward as frustration built up across his face.
âZuko,â You whined, âThe sheets willââ
Again cutting you off, he tipped your head further up and swallowed up your words by kissing you. You struggled to kiss him back properly because of how mean his hips were coming down on you, but you tried your best.
When he finally pulled his mouth from yours, you saw how blissed-out his eyes had been. âIgnore the burning, focus on my cock. I know how to-, fuck.. how to control myself. No fires will beâgod, you feel so goodâc-caused⊠I promise.â
Even as he tried to reassure you, he was actively burning a hole into your favorite sheet set. Of course, these could be easily replaced by himâbut it was the principle of it all, yâknow?
His cock twitched inside you in sync with the flickering flames coming from his fingertips. You began to drool and he panted above you, letting his grunts and faint whines speak for his feels of pleasure instead of his tongue. The bedding was left singed due to his flames but you didn't mind it too much.
At least, considering how he most definitely pays you more than you ever could've imagined for yourself.
He ended up cumming somewhere on your back, with his dick going flaccid just between your ass cheeks shortly after. Your head fell down into the sheets and you found yourself smiling at the fact that the Fire Lord just fucked you.
You didn't mean to brag buuut... no one else could say that happened to them!
Those flames of his died out just after he calmed down and he soon fell to your side, his eyes going up to the ceiling to relish in what he'd just done.
Zuko had been stressed for weeks, months even, but that first night in the brothel with you was more than enough to motivate him for the next upcoming days.
Which is precisely why he kept coming back. Over and over and over and over again until he was just as recurring of a customer as Geto had been.
ââ
This routine of yours was manageable enough for a time. A long time, in fact.
Months went by before your time spent with Geto and Zuko separately ever conflicted with one another. But, of course, it was only a matter of time before they'd cross paths.
The beloved brothel of yours was alive 'n thriving with its usual throng up until a servant had come banging on your door all urgently, calling your name out with her voice shaking as if freightened.
Her voice quakes from outside your door, "Two arrivals, missâL-Lord Zuko and.. and Lord Geto. They're both requesting y-"
"Send them in," You call back to her before her statement could even find its end.
"Together?" She squeaked.
You finally approached the door and move to swing it open, flashing a her a gorgeously perfected smile at the frightened lady, "Why, of course."
"...But miss, they're both demanding to see you separately." She warned.
"No matter," Your hand moved to wave off her words, "If they want me as badly as they so claim, they'll come to me regardless of who else decides to do the same."
The servant bats her lashes at you a few times, by far deeming you as the craziest lady currently occupying this brothel. It's not that serving two clients at the same time was uncommon, but the fact that you wanted to take in your highest paying clientsâtwo men of very high statusâat the same time...?
You had guts. Perhaps the attention you'd been receiving lately had gone to your head? Suppose Lord Zuko set this entire place ablaze simply because he doesn't feel like sharing, what thenâ
"The longer you stand there staring at me, the more impatient my gentlemen grow," You remind the poor servant, snapping her out of her gaze.
She blinks repetitively before bowing sharply and then turning on her heels. Then you watch her rush down the hall to go fetch your desired men.
You disappeared back into your room shortly after and patiently waited for your door to fly back open, this time with your sought-after guests. It'd been quite some time since you'd participated in a threesome so, part of you was definitely thrilled at the prospect.
And luckily for you, Geto nor Zuko cared muchâor at all, reallyâabout who the other guest coming to see you was. They even came bursting into your room together, Zuko first and Geto following closely behind him.
It was obvious without a word that they'd had enough time on the walk towards your quarters to discuss what was to take place. You could tell by the way they came in all silent.
Before this, you'd known both men to become more talkative over time when they came to see you. Geto would preach to you about his beliefs that you definitely didn't care about and Zuko would spend his free time with you to vent about the weight of royal responsibilities resting on his shoulders.
You enjoyed these things from them, of course. But at the end of the day, you had a role to play. A job to do.
And tonightâdespite the both of them entering your room togetherâwas absolutely no different. It was here nor there what few words were exchanged between the time it took for them to get themselves undressed and for you to figure out how exactly they'd decided on sharing you tonight.
All you know is that one moment they were slowly taking off their garments as you watched patientlyâawaiting some sort of directionâand the next, Zuko's mouth was on yours.
You wanted to ask them how they decided on who'd get to do what first, especially considering that they're two entirely different people but neither of them gave you a chance to do so.
Luckily enough, your question is answered somewhere after Zuko kisses you until you were a drooling mess between your thighs and Geto lapped away at said drooling mess.
The room was heavy-, nearly clouded with the mixed scent of arousal and sweat, sheets rumpled up from the rapidly escalating actions. First you were between making out with Zuko while Geto did the same with your cunt, and then you found yourself positioned between them.
It was in that same positionâarched over like some slut as Geto moved himself behind you, hand gripping over your ass whilst his cock rubbed between your cheeksâthat the two finally started releasing more than a moan or a grunt.
You'd argue that Geto started it off by saying, "Ah, look at you.." after gliding his cock neatly in between your sodden folds. He thrust forward once and watched how your ass came bouncing against his sharp pelvis. Then he huffed, "Such a sweet girl, always sucking me in like you missed me-, fuck. Did you miss me, gorgeous?"
Your jaw fell open to reply to him but you were crudely cut off by Zuko, who was busy nudging his cock in between your lips. When your eyes lifted up, you saw how he had a bulky arm over his face as if to his his expression from you. Even so, his other hand was busy working his shaft down the center of your tongueâas if whatever Geto was saying to you wasn't worthy of any sort of response.
You found it funny at first, but then they started to go back 'n forth.
Zuko was matching the pace Geto was quick to set in a matter of seconds, your body left to wobble back and forth between them.
"No one pleases me like you do," Zuko murmured, the sudden praise catching you by surprise. "Fuck-," his voice pitches and you caught how his eyes fluttered. Then his hips ever so carefully grind forward, his balmy tip pressing a smear of precum down your throat and leaving a slopped smooch at the back of it.
Your cheeks hollowed out then and Geto was left to feel the way your cunt suddenly soaked around his dick. His hands latched onto your hips and you shuddered in pleasure upon feeling his fingers ground into your skin as his snapped forward a little sharper.
It was like he was competing with Zukoâsilently trying to figure out who could hit the best spots inside you and say the right things just to get you wetter. Unfortunately for the crowned man in front of you, Geto's sneakily slipping a hand under you to swish the pads of his fingers over your clit 'n bring you to a quick orgasm on his cock.
Boasting about it directly after as a crooked smile crafts itself into his face, "There's that sloppy mess I was lookin' for. Shit-, I love the way you feel when you cum on me like that."
"Mmgh-, mmpfh!" You're mumbling against Zuko's dick. What exactly you were trying to say is lost to both men, as they mutually assume you were simply moaning.
Zuko's attention is caught by the man behind you though. His eyes flicking over to him as his arm drops from his face and he frowns. Mumbling, "She only did that cause of me..."
"Oh yeah?" Geto looks up immediately, cocking his head left while keeping his girth dormant inside your gummy walls. He gives you some time to focus more on sucking Zuko off properly, and delightedly enjoys in the way your pussy smothers his cock in a thin shimmery layer of release. "And what exactly makes you think that, your highness?" He mocks.
The Fire Lord rolls his eyes, "Well, she'sâah, heyyy," he looks down at you, "At least give me a second to t-talk, won't you?"
You drunkenly peer up at him, his cock still bulging in between your swollen lips. A trickle of saliva drips down and falls in between the valley of his balls, leading Zuko to shiver as his hand grips onto your head tightly.
Doing his best to ignore you anyway, his attention moves to Geto again. "As I was trying to say... she likes-, hah, getting her throat fucked," He points out with an intentionally jerky thrust of his hips, leading your jaw to ache for a split second from how deep in your trachea he was reaching.
Geto pulls himself out of you, dick flitting up into the air with droplets of your arousal hanging from it in dewy little strings. He glances at the sinful display for a second and uses his hand to grab his cock and tap it against your ass a couple times.
You let out another hum or two against Zuko in reaction.
To which Geto chuckles, "Yeahhh, I don't think she came because of you at all. But, I'll let you think that."
Zuko all but pouts upon hearing that. It was almost as though his honor or something was being contested with those words. So, he releases a chuff and practically snatches his length out of your warm facial cavern. "I don't take kindly to being challenged," He claims, ignoring your mouth that's steadily pressing forward for more.
"Nobody's challenging you, Lord Zuko." Geto shot back before moving his hands up into a surrendering gesture and shutting his eyes calmly. "Alls I'm saying is that she came on my cock, not yours-," His eyes opened slowly and his arrogant expression fell, "Uh, what're you doing?"
"Proving you wrong," Zuko answered casually as if he weren't currently hauling you up into his arms and spreading you out into a particularly debauched full nelson. You feel the firmness of his muscles rubbing against all sorts of crevices and nooks of your skin, only making you soak more.
His arms had hooked under your knees, folding your body into that perfect holdâyour arms pinned behind your back, and plush thighs spread out widely. Your pussy was on full display, poor folds puffy 'n wet, exposed to Geto's hungry gaze as he watched intently.
"Like..." Geto blinks once-, twice upon seeing you spread out so broadly. "Like that?"
Zuko tuts, "Obviously."
You're squirming, naturally, but neither of them pay any mind to that either. Not your firstânor lastâtime in this position but fuck if it hadn't been a whiiiiiile since you'd been held up in such a precarious position.
"Hah. Fine then," Geto moves to slouch back against the bed, "Fuck her good, Fire Lord. Show me how uh," He nearly forgets his wording just from watching the other man's cock nudge up into position, "...Royal seed marks its territory, yeah?"
"Tch." Oh, Zuko was so annoyed.
With the way they were acting now, you hardly understood how the hell they agreed to share you in the first place. There's no wayâ
Something warmer pressing against your entrance, warmer than anything you've felt before. It wasn't an uncomfortable temperature or anything but there was this certain heat to it that made you flinch deeper into Zuko's grasp on you.
Then came his voice at the shell of your ear, "Feel that?" he whispered, hands holding you steady.
You shuddered, "Y-Yeah. Why're you so-, ah!"
He was pushing up into you before you had much time to question him. Zuko didn't need questions, he just needed to be snug inside that slobbering pussy of yours, stuffing you full of himself, and soon having you cream around him far more than you did on Geto.
...And if it took making his cock feel significantly different than Geto's did inside you via slight manipulation to the heat surrounding it, then so be it! You'd never have a moment long enough to question it anyways.
Y'know, since you're much too busy getting fucked dumb on his cock shortly after its slotted inside you. You're promptly displayed in front of Getoâwho couldn't stop himself from tugging at his dick to the sight even if he triedâand your body feels almost tingly as Zuko plunges in and out of you.
He so easily lifted you up 'n down his cock, your pussy struggling to keep up with the pace as it squelched and left slicks of creaming arousal alllll over him.
The position allowed Zuko to hit deeper than he ever had beforeâarguably even deeper than Geto had too. Filthy juices slicked his cock, drooling down to his heavy balls whilst he bounced you in his arms.
You found your orgasm more times than you can count in that position but it took Zuko a bit to get there himself since he'd put so much focus and energy into getting you to cum on him harder than you did on Geto.
And even after, by the time he's obscenely thrusting his own load into you, Geto still looks as though he's got something up his sleeve.
The cult leader had spilt into his hand already but that mattered little, as he had one more thing in mind in order to win this imaginary competition he'd set.
Zuko pulled out of you and lowered your used body down gently onto the bed right in front of Geto. A mix of your release and his seed leaked out from inside you. He moved a hand to the top of your head to pat you softly and wiped sweat from his brow before casting Geto a glance, "There. I win."
The sly man smirked, "Did you?"
"I did," Zuko confirms, shrugging. "There's nothing else you can do toâ"
He is oh-so-unfortunately cut off by Geto moving forward to nestle in between your legs.
Zuko clears some shakiness out of his throat, "You... You're not about to do what I think you are... r-right?"
Geto merely winks at the man before pushing your jittery legs apart. Your back falls towards Zuko, who easily catches you, and is left to watch Geto angle downwards.
Your pussy glistened with the evidence of Zuko spilling into you, a milky white left to leak from your hole. "How pretty," was the last thing Geto murmured before he did the unimaginable and dove in.
His tongue came in flat and broad as it lapped at your folds, just nasty in the way he scooped up the mingled folds onto it.
He sucked appreciatively on your cunt but you were whimpering above him, tugging at his hair and then pushing at him because your head's all confused with pleasure and the back to back stimulation. Geto's tongue swished around your clit before he sucked on it, and you gasped.
Your hand flew somewhere before you were clutching onto both Zuko's arm and Geto's head as the man cleaned you.
Zuko transfixed on the sight for a long timed before you heard him say, "Doing something so filthy for her pleasure..." He managed a smile in between his words, "How honorable."
Geto plucked his mouth away then, just to respond. "What's with you and this honor thing, huh?"
"Just take the compliment," Zuko hummed.
"Give me a normal one and perhaps I will."
"That is a normal one."
You snort wearily, "Zuko, my dear, there is... hahhh, n-nothing normal about you and your fixation on things being honorable."
esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.
sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.
his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.
and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.
â¶ïžïž Jealous Type (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . You clearly donât understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, heâs kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: weâre all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
âI simply donât believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lordââ
âItâs only us in here, Iâve said many times before that you donât have to call me that.â Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. ââYou hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. Iâve received word from the Earth Kingdo-â
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, âWhat?â
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, âMy lord, please stop interrupting me. I-â
Doing the exact opposite once more, âNo, seriously, what?â
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, âWhat do you mean what?â
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, âYouâre leaving me?â
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, âW-Well, I was considering-â
âThat wonât do.â Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, âPardon?â
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, âCome here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, âSit. Iâll show you what other purposes you serve for me.â
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom youâve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
Itâs not like you havenât imagined it beforeâhell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, itâd be strange if they didnât. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on youâhaving taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before himâto bare your body for his greedy eyes to take inâbefore his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself nakedâregal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon itâZuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but thisâthis was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisorâwho'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind youâcould make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around itâshowcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingersâand fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
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romantic plot w/ porn, breeding kink, p in v, trauma talk. we. are fukin!!!
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*sorta his pov*
you had been the kindest person zuko has ever known
you cooked for the whole group every evening when the sun dipped low and the fire crackled softly between you all. everyone got a share, but zukoâs plate always held a little more rice, an extra piece of roasted fish, or the crispest vegetables you saved from the bottom of the pot. he pretended not to see it at first, but his eyes kept drifting back to that quiet extra care, warm and steady like the tea uncle iroh used to brew just for him.
when you and katara washed the groupâs clothes by the river, you never sighed or rolled your eyes at his things the way you sometimes did with aangâs torn and muddy robes or sokkaâs crusty pants. instead you hummed a little tune under your breath and scrubbed his fire nation tunic with the same gentle patience you gave your own. once he caught you folding his cloak with extra care, smoothing out every wrinkle before tucking it neatly into his pack while the others bundles sat in loose, hurried piles. you never mentioned it. you just did it.
at night when the camp grew quiet, you always made sure his blanket was shaken out and laid closer to the fire than anyone elseâs, so the chill that still lingered in his skin wouldnât bite quite so hard. you slipped small comforts into his things without a word. a smooth river stone youâd warmed in your palm, a sprig of sweet herbs you said reminded you of calmer days, or a tiny bundle of fruit you claimed was âextra from trading.â each one felt like a secret youâd keep only for him.
when the group practiced bending or sparred, you watched him with quiet pride instead of fear or pity. after a particularly rough session where his flames flickered too wild from old anger, you brought him cool water and a soft cloth, pressing it to his forehead without being asked. your touch was light, almost hesitant, but it stayed there long enough for him to feel the kindness sink into his skin.
you listened when he spoke. very truly listened. one quiet evening by the embers, when the others had drifted to sleep, zuko finally let the words tumble out. at first it was clumsy and raw, but eventually he spoke, about the palace, about the deafening silence that surrounded him even when servants bowed, about how no one ever looked at him like he was just a boy who needed to be loved. he told you how lonely the palace felt even with so many people, how his sisterâs glare cut sharper than any blade, how his fatherâs gaze made him feel smaller than the dust under his shoes.Â
and when he finished, voice cracking like thin ice, you didnât shrug or offer empty comfort. your eyes filled with tears that spilled over, and you whispered, âyou were just a child⊠how could someone do something so cruel to a child?â
he had never heard those words before. not from anyone.
you could have said it was the way of the world. you could have reminded him that your own past carried bruises just as deep, maybe deeper, scars you rarely spoke of. instead you reached out and took his hand in both of yours, warm and steady, and said, âlisten to me zuko. right now and forever, iâm here for you. because i want to be here. because you matter to me.â
that night something inside his chest shifted, small and fragile and terrifyingly bright. he had grown up knowing only the sharp edges of power, the cold absence of his mother, the calculated disdain of his sister, and the burning disappointment of his father. familial love had been barely an atom, flickering out before he could ever hold it. uncle irohâs gentle wisdom had been the single flame keeping him from freezing entirely.
but you⊠you chose kindness â you chose him.
you chose to pack his things with perfect folds while the othersâ bundles looked like wham bam thank you maâam. you chose to save the ripest berries for his share when foraging. you chose to sit beside him on watch, sharing silence that felt safe instead of empty. you chose to mend the tear in his sleeve with tiny, careful stitches. you chose to smile at him across the campfire like he was someone worth smiling at. you chose to defend him gently when sokka teased too hard, turning the moment into something light instead of sharp. you chose to remember the stories he told about his mother and ask about her on quiet mornings, letting him speak her name without it hurting quite so much.
every small act stacked like kindling around the lonely boy still living inside the scarred young man. and zuko, who had known no love at all, felt the first warm sparks of something new catching inside him, slow, sweet and undeniable.
you had taught zuko what unconditional love even meant, drop by drop, day by day, ever since that strange afternoon in the woods when he wore the blue mask and you were just a girl searching for medicine to help your friends. he still remembered the exact way your voice sounded, scared but steady, explaining why you were there. from that moment his heart, began learning how to beat properly, how to open, how to love without fear of being burned.
and after everything⊠after the war, after the long hard road to respite, he knew without any doubt that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life loving.
so in the quiet garden on the outskirts of the palace, the one his mother used to take him to when their family felt too heavy, he dropped to one knee among the blooming fire lilies and asked, voice barely above a whisper,
âwill you marry me?â
you laughed, quiet and surprised, which made his ears turn a shade of pink and his hands tremble just a little. you explained, still smiling, that he never even asked you to be his girlfriend.Â
but then you said yes anyway,Â
and something inside him clicked into place. like the final piece of a long broken puzzle. since that day he had been closer to enlightenment than he ever thought possible, simply because it was you.
you loved him through every storm. when the nightmares came and he woke drenched in sweat, gasping for air, you were already there, arms sliding around him without hesitation, holding him close until his breathing evened out. you fetched him cool water, pressed damp rags to his forehead, whispered gentle words of encouragement against his hair until the ghosts retreated. when old memories rose up and he snapped without meaning to, you never flinched. you simply waited, then took his hands and reminded him he was safe now, that he was allowed to be human. every outburst, every shaky moment, you met with patience and understanding that still left him in quiet awe.
because you chose to love him like that, he chose, every single day, to love you the same way in return.Â
his version of love was soft, awkward, and brand new, like learning to walk again in uncharted territory, but it was entirely his. and he was grateful you allowed him this chance.
he built a statue of you in one of the palace courtyards, even though you had politely declined the idea at first. when you finally saw it, nervous at the grandness, you noticed the inscription at the base: âthe woman who triumphed our family curse.â the words made your eyes sting with happy tears.
he named the new womenâs school after you, the one dedicated to teaching young firebenders and earthbenders and waterbenders how to use their gifts to heal the world instead of harm it. he remembered every quiet conversation you had shared about wanting to guide girls who dreamed of doing better, and he made it real. when he told you, you cried again, touched that he had remembered that dream so carefully in his heart.
but it wasnât only the grand gestures. it was the everyday care that made your chest feel warm and full.
he always wrapped his arms around you softly yet protectively whenever you walked through crowded streets or busy halls, because you had once mentioned how much you disliked feeling swallowed by too many people. his body became your shield, one hand resting gently at the small of your back, the other curled around your waist, guiding you through the noise while his warmth kept the world at a comfortable distance.
when you sat together in the evenings reading or hes able to get respite from politics, he would carefully lift your feet into his lap without a word, his scarred hands surprisingly tender as he massaged away the ache from long days of walking or helping others. his thumbs moved in slow, careful circles, working out every knot while he watched your face to make sure the pressure was just right, never too hard, never rushing. it became one of your favorite unspoken rituals, the way he poured all his quiet devotion into making sure even the smallest discomforts melted under his touch.
and every night before sleep, no matter how late the duties of the fire lord kept him, he would pull you close under the heavy silk blankets, tucking your head beneath his chin so your ear rested right over his heart. one arm stayed wrapped securely around your shoulders, the other hand tracing lazy, soothing patterns along your spine or brushing stray hairs from your forehead. he held you like you were something precious gold, his breathing slow and steady against your hair, until both of you drifted off wrapped in the same safe, warm cocoon he had never known he could create for someone else.
but of course,
his favorite way to show his love had always been the way he adorned your body,  such as this particular day.
you had just finished your evening routine, the soft silk robe hugging your frame and slipping gently off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of warm skin that caught the low lantern light. zuko stepped out of the bath, droplets still tracing lazy paths down his chest and shoulders, a towel slung low around his hips. the moment he rounded the corner into your shared chambers and saw you there, he stopped dead in his tracks, breath catching in his throat.
he murmured your name, voice low and rough with something deeper than exhaustion.
your smile bloomed in the mirror, soft and knowing. you set the little powder puff down on the vanity and turned to face him, the movement making the robe shift just a little more. âhi honey,â you said gently, eyes warm with affection. âhow was the meeting?â
âit was okay,â he answered, stepping closer, âiâm hopeful. but, iâm exhausted.â he leaned down, intending to press a kiss to your forehead, one hand brushing his damp hair back so it wouldnât drip onto you. you tilted your face up to meet him halfway, and instead your lips found his in a quiet, lingering touch.
he smiled against your mouth, the tension in his shoulders easing just from that single connection. âhow was your day?â he asked, voice barely above a whisper as he pulled back only enough to look at you.
âit was good,â you replied, reaching up to trace a thumb along his jaw. âreally good.â
his gaze softened, then darkened with that familiar, tender hunger. he dipped his head again, this time pressing slow kisses along the side of your neck, warm and unhurried. his hands found your shoulders, thumbs working in gentle circles to massage away the dayâs quiet weight, kneading the muscles with careful strength while his lips continued their soft exploration.
âyou feel so good under my hands,â he breathed against your skin, the words vibrating through you. every touch was deliberate, sweet, like he was reminding himself that you were real, that you were his, that he was allowed to love you like this.
the robe slipped a little further down your shoulder as his fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of your collarbone with light strokes. he kissed the newly exposed skin, slow and lingering, then moved back up to capture your lips again, deeper this time.
his palms slid down your arms, then back up, coaxing the robe to loosen even more until it pooled loosely around your waist. he didnât rush. he never rushed with you. instead he savored every sigh you gave him, every small shift of your body toward his, learning you all over again with every caress.
âlet me take care of you tonight,â he whispered, forehead resting gently against yours, eyes half-lidded and full of quiet devotion. his hands roamed lower.
he put his arms under your knees, around your back, tilting you gently before lifting you up in a smooth carry. you wrapped your arm around his neck and yelped in surprise, laughing softly as you were caught off guard by the sudden lift, your robe slipping even more as you clung to him.
he carried you the few steps to the bed with careful, steady strides, his hold warm and protective, then laid you down on the silk sheets
he unraveled your robe with slow, aching fingers, letting the fabric fall open and pool around you so he could see every inch of skin he loved so much.
you said his name softly, almost like a sigh, âzukoâŠâ
he leaned down right away, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck in a warm, lingering kiss. then he took a big inhale of you, slow and deep, then let the breath out against your skin like he needed it to steady himself. a low groan slipped from his throat, vibrating into you as his hand found your thigh again, squeezing gently before rubbing the spot in long, soothing strokes.
âyou always smell so good,â he murmured, voice rough with quiet praise, lips brushing your pulse.
you giggled, the sound light and happy as his kisses kept trailing along your neck. âzuko, youâre tickling me,â you whispered between soft laughs, one hand threading into his still damp hair.
he shook his head a little, smiling against your skin without pulling away. âgood,â he teased gently, voice low and devoted, âi like hearing you laugh while i take care of you.â his mouth moved lower then, kissing a slow path from your neck to your collarbone, then down to the center of your sternum, each press of his lips soft and intentional.Â
âyouâre so beautiful like this,â he whispered, lips grazing just below your belly button. âall mine⊠and i get to love you every night.â his hands slid up your sides, thumbs tracing gentle circles over your ribs while he kissed lower still, taking his time, savoring every little shiver he pulled from you. âtell me if it feels good, okay? i want to make you feel perfect.â
you let out another soft giggle mixed with a pleased hum, fingers tightening in his hair. âit already feels perfect⊠you always know how to touch me.â
he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and full of that sweet devotion, and gave you one more kiss right at the dip of your hip. âbecause i love learning every part of you,â he said quietly, voice warm with honesty. âevery sound you make⊠every way you move for me.â
his hands gently parted your thighs, palms warm and careful as he settled between them, shoulders flexing under the lantern light. he kissed the inside of one thigh first, then the other, slow and teasing, working his way closer while his breath ghosted over your skin. he glanced up at you again, cheeks flushed, that soft smile still playing on his lips.
âiâve been thinking about this all day,â he admitted, pressing one last open mouthed kiss just above where you needed him most. âjust⊠letting me taste you. letting me make you feel good.â
then he leaned in, tongue tracing a slow, devoted stripe along your clit and your breath catches. he groaned softly at the first taste of you, eyes fluttering half closed like it was the best thing he had ever known, and kept going, slow and sweet and utterly focused on you.
he started with short, teasing licks, light flicks of his tongue against your clit that made your hips twitch and a soft gasp slip from your lips. each one was deliberate, playful, like he was savoring the way your breath hitched every time he pulled back just enough to make you want more.
âi love how you react to me,â he murmured against your skin, voice warm and low, before leaning in again with those quick little strokes, teasing you open slowly, devotedly. his hands stayed attentive the whole time, palms stroking up and down the soft skin of your thighs in long, soothing glides, thumbs tracing gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue.
then he shifted, going slower, a little heavier, pressing the flat of his tongue against you in languid, thorough drags that had your back arching clean off the bed with a shaky moan. he hummed in quiet satisfaction, the vibration sending sparks through you, because by now he considered himself a master of your tells: the way your fingers tightened in his hair when it felt just right, the little hitch in your breathing, the way your thighs trembled around him. he read every one of them like they were written just for him.
while he kept licking you, his hands guided your legs gently, lifting them to drape over his shoulders and around the back of his head so you could pull him even closer whenever the pleasure swelled. the new angle made everything feel impossibly good, his warm breath and soft groans mixing with your own quiet sounds until the room filled with nothing but the two of you.
his palms slid upward, slowly cupping both of your breasts with careful warmth. he gave them soft, loving squeezes, thumbs brushing over your nipples in gentle circles that matched the rhythm of his tongue, drawing another broken moan from you. his groans grew a little deeper, vibrating right into your core, the sound of his pleasure tangling sweetly with yours.
you looked down at him through teary eyes, cheeks flushed, lips parted on a soft whimper, and the sight of you like that, so open and overwhelmed and trusting, hit him so hard he had to squeeze his eyes shut tight. a low, desperate groan tore from his throat as he buried himself even deeper into your pussy, tongue working you with renewed devotion, like he needed to lose himself there before the ache in his own body could overwhelm him.
âyouâre so perfect,â he whispered against you between long, heavy licks, voice rough with love and restraint. âjust let me take care of you⊠let me make you feel everything.â his hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing softly, thumbs teasing, while his mouth never stopped, slow and sweet. utterly focused on pulling every trembling sound from your lips.
you whined his name in a soft, desperate groan, hips rolling toward his mouth without thinking. âzuko⊠please, it feels so good,â you gasped, voice breaking on the words as a quiet curse slipped out, âoh fuck, zukoâŠâ
he stayed silent, completely focused, the only sounds in the room were the gentle rhythm of his tongue and the soft, slick noises of his mouth against you mixed with your breathy moans. he shifted lower then, licking your entrance over and over in long, devoted strokes, lapping up every drop of wetness that had started to flow for him like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
his hands slid down from your breasts, palms warm and a little rough from years of training and firebending, stroking along your labia with slow, careful touches that made your whole body feel weak and trembling. the contrast of his rugged hands against your soft, sensitive skin was heavenly, sending sparks up your spine with every gentle glide of his fingers.
he looked up just in time to watch your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, lashes fluttering, lips parted on another shaky moan, and the sight made his breath hitch against you. still he didnât speak; he simply pressed deeper, tongue working you with quiet desperationÂ
then, he eased one finger inside you, listening so carefully to the soft gasp that left your lips, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him and the warm, perfect feel of you. he pumped it gently, in and out in unhurried strokes, curling just enough to find that spot that made your thighs tense around his shoulders.
his mouth returned to your clit, sucking softly now, lips closing around the sensitive bud while he kept fingering you with that same saintly patience. as time stretched sweet and slow between you he added a second finger, then a third, stretching you open so gently, so perfectly, every movement measured to draw out more of those pretty sounds from your throat.
he groaned quietly into you only once, humming through your core, but otherwise he kept going, tongue and fingers never faltering, slow heavy licks circling your clit while those three fingers pumped deep and steady inside you, curling just right against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. your walls started to flutter, squeezing around him tighter and tighter, and when the pleasure finally bloomed your whole body shook with it, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cried out his name in a broken, breathless moan, âzuko⊠oh my god, zukoââ
he felt every pulse, every shiver, drinking you down like he could never get enough, only pulling back when the last aftershock rippled through you. he kissed his way up your body, slow and saccharine, until he hovered over you, lips finding yours in a deep, open mouthed kiss. you groaned into it, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he swallowed the sound like it was honey.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispered against your mouth, voice rough and full of awe, one hand cupping your flushed cheek while the other stroked your side in soothing circles. âdoing so well for me, my love⊠you came so perfectly, just like that. i could stay between your legs forever if you let me.â
his praise was soft and coddling at first, gentle little murmurs pressed between kisses, but the longer he held you the more it shifted, heat building low and heavy between you. his lips moved against yours again, slower this time, deeper, tongue sliding in to taste you properly while his breath grew hot and ragged. the kiss turned hungry, intimate and wet, little gasps and sighs mixing as he tilted his head to get even closer, like he needed to breathe you in. your hands slid up his bare back, nails grazing lightly, and he groaned low into your mouth, the sound vibrating through both of you.
he pulled back just enough to reach down and loosen the towel still wrapped around his waist, letting it fall away completely. his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, brushing warm against your thigh as he shifted. without breaking the kiss he moved you over, wrapping your legs around his waist with gentle hands, palms sliding down the backs of your thighs to hook them snugly in place as he pressed forward and finally entered you, slow and careful, inch by inch until he was buried deep. the stretch of him made you squeeze around his cock instantly, tight and perfect, and he groaned low against your mouth, forehead dropping to yours.
âgentle love⊠gentle,â he breathed, voice strained and husky, hips stilling for a moment while he fought for control. âease up⊠youâll make me cum too fast if you keep doing that.â
you nodded quickly, eyes glassy with pleasure, and forced your body to relax around him just enough. he let out a shaky exhale and started stroking again, long slow pumps in and out that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. his golden eyes stayed locked on yours the whole time, never looking away, like he needed to watch every flicker of feeling cross your face while he moved.
then his hand slid up, cupping the back of your neck gently, fingers threading into your hair as he pulled you up softly to meet him. he kissed you deep and hungry, tongues sliding together while he let the last thread of restraint slip. carnal need took over for one perfect moment and he thrust hard once, a single powerful snap of his hips that punched the air from your lungs and made you moan into his mouth.
he pulled back just enough to chuckle, soft and low and a little breathless, the sound rumbling warm from the corner of his lips as they stayed pressed to yours. âsorry⊠couldnât help it,â he whispered, already easing back into that sweet, steady pace, rolling his hips in deep, measured strokes that kept you both right on the edge of too much.
every other kiss he pulled away just far enough to murmur against your lips, voice rough with love and heat. âdoes that feel good?â another slow thrust, another kiss. âyeah? that feet good?â his mouth found yours again, wet and open, before he breathed, âoh baby⊠you feel so good around me⊠so so perfect.â
he kept that slow, deep rhythm for a little longer, hips rolling into you with the same worshipful patience, every stroke dragging deliciously against your walls until you were both breathing in the same shaky rhythm. his forehead stayed pressed to yours, eyes half lidded, drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every soft sound you made for him.
then something inside him shifted, the heat building too sweetly to hold back anymore. his pace started to quicken, thrusts growing a little faster, a little harder, still careful but now edged with that raw need he only ever let show when he was buried inside you like this. he breathed your name against your lips, voice low and rough, like saying it grounded him.
the faster he moved the more your name slipped out, tumbling from his mouth between kisses and gasps. every snap of his hips drew it out again, sweeter and more desperate, until it became a quiet chant pressed into your skin. his hand stayed cradled at the back of your neck, holding you close so he could kiss you through every thrust, tongues sliding slow and filthy while his body worked you open with building intensity.
âyou feel so good⊠so good around me,â he groaned, the words breaking on a shaky exhale as he sped up even more, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room alongside your mingled moans. his free hand slid down to grip your hip, fingers digging in just enough to keep you anchored to him while he drove deeper, faster, chasing the way your walls fluttered and squeezed every time he hit that perfect spot inside you.
he kissed you harder then, open mouthed and breathless, pulling back only to whisper your name again. âbaby⊠look at me,â he panted, eyes never leaving yours even as sweat beaded along his scar and his rhythm turned perfectly filthy. every thrust now punched little gasps from your throat, his cock dragging so deliciously deep that your toes curled and your back arched up into him.
âthatâs it⊠just like thatâŠâ his voice cracked with how good it felt, the sound of your name growing more frequent, more wrecked the harder he fucked into you, like he needed to taste it on his tongue while he lost himself in your body.Â
his hips snapped forward with wet, rhythmic sounds, pace relentless now but still so full of love. your name falling from his lips like a broken mantra, until you cried out his name loud and desperate, back arching hard as you gasped, âplease zuko⊠cum inside me⊠pleaseââ
he unraveled right there, eyes widening as his rhythm stuttered for half a second. âbaby⊠are you sure??â he panted, voice wrecked and breathless, still driving into you deep and steady like he couldnât stop even while asking.
you nodded frantically, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks as you begged, âyes please⊠please breed me zuko⊠i want your kids so bad⊠i want you to fill me upââ
that did it. the words hit him like appa(sorry). a raw groan tore from his throat, half cry, half sob of pure overwhelmed love, and he buried his face against your neck for one shaky second before he sped up, thrusts turning faster, deeper, but still so gentle with you, like even in the middle of losing control he refused to be anything but careful with your body.
he watched your face the whole time, golden eyes locked on yours, making sure every deep stroke felt perfect and that he wasnât ruining your night routine, and never wanting to ruin even a single moment of your comfort.Â
his cock dragged so deliciously inside you, hitting that spot over and over until your walls squeezed around him again, tight and fluttering, pulling another broken moan from him.
âplease baby⊠iâm gonna cumââ he whispered, voice cracking, hips losing their perfect rhythm just a little as he teetered right on the edge.
you grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him down closer until his forehead rested against yours, and he let you, desperate and needy. his lips found yours in a messy, breathless kiss, all tongue, heat, and love as he finally came hard, hips jerking forward one last time while he emptied himself deep inside you, pulse after warm pulse filling you exactly like youâd begged him to.
he kept kissing you through it, soft desperate sounds vibrating into your mouth, hands cradling your head like you were the most precious thing in the world while his body shook with the force of it. even then he stayed gentle, hips rolling in slow little aftershocks, making sure every drop stayed right where you wanted it, right where it belonged. and you wrapped yourself so tight around him.
âi love you⊠i love you so much,â he breathed against your lips between kisses, still buried deep, still holding you close like he never wanted to let go. Â
a few months later,
the palace gardens felt like a dream under the warm afternoon sun. you sat comfortably under a wide awning with katara beside you, both of you gently cradling your rounded bellies as a soft breeze drifted across the lake. in the distance aang, sokka, and zuko stood near the waterâs edge close to the beautiful statue that had been built in your honor, talking and laughing about something you couldnât quite hear.
katara let out a soft giggle, her hand resting on her bump. âi canât believe we got pregnant at the same time,â she said warmly, eyes sparkling with joy.
you giggled back, leaning your head toward her. âi know⊠it feels like fate. do you already know the name?â
she nodded, smiling brightly. âyes. letâs say it at the same time?â
you both counted down together, voices light and playful. âthreeâŠÂ
twoâŠ
oneâŠâ
âizumi,âÂ
âbumi,â
you both paused, then let out a sweet âawwâ in unison before dissolving into quiet, happy laughter, the sound floating gently through the garden.
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â¶ïžïž Legendary Lovers (starring . fire lord zuko)
synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.
âS-Shit,â Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.
You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, âDoes that feel good?â
He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, âHhngh-, fuck.. So good,â He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wristsâwhich are positioned behind his back. âD-Donât stop. Please.â
You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ân twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.
Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.
A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.
âAh, your hand is always-, shit⊠s-sâsoft..â Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. âOh God-,â Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, âWait-, fuck.. Yâknow Iâm sensitive there, waitââ
âMmnh..â You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.
This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been triedâhe never seems to last too long before-
The smell of fumes hit your nose.
You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout heâs got on. âZukoâŠâ You purr with a slightly raised brow.
He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, âYes, love?â
âAre you burning through those ropes again?â You ask.
The fire lord shakes his head, âN-No..?â
âThenâŠ" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "Whatâs that smell?â
Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.
Damnit. Thatâs the third one this week!
Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.
This time it's the smell of burning rope.
Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenlyâthere's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.
A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.
You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"
He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"
"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"
His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."
"You asked me to." You remind him.
"Well,â He frowns a little, âWhen I told you to use me, I was hoping..."
Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closerâthe warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.
He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.
"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.
Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.
Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"
"Hm?â Zuko raises a brow, âFree of what?" He hums innocently.
Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"
Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.
He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but itâs not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion youâd beg him to nearly every other nightâif not every single night.
Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, youâre not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one pieceâŠ
Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.
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áan:Connie Connie Connie where do I start? wrote this originally for Toji but realized midway that heâs unc so here we are... fyi the visual is in fact a p!link. youâve been warned. bye.
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âYou from here?â
Even through the tsunami of bodies swaying slowly from the hypnotic waves swimming from the speakers, you held his attention like a cherished memory. His shaded hazel stare pierced through your curves, afraid that if he looked away for just a second, someone would be in your face begging for your attention. But you kept the crowd surrounding you at bay, only the people you arrived with being allowed into your domain.
He got in with easy accessâno struggle, no weird glances from your friends when he squeezed throughâ almost like you wanted him there.
âNah,â you shook your headâmidnight spirals woven through your many braids rocking in sync with your disagreement. âAll girls college, âcouple hours down south, Booâ Slithering, sneaky hands occupied by your waist almost had you tripping over your own words. Even with platform heels you couldnât quite reach his towering shoulders resulting in him slightly bending over to hear you over the drunken crowd and ear splitting bass bouncing off of the walls.
He hummed, dark eyes roaming your soft features protruding through the fluorescent lights. You stared back through your full lashes, your gaze almost pulling him into a paralyzed state. You smelt sweet, like a fresh cherry pie with a vanilla finish. Heâd wish you spoke more so he had a reason to emerge deeper into that aroma that swept him from his feet.
âSouth, huh? âCan hear the accent on you. Whatâs your name, pretty?â
His cologne was something dangerous, similar to a mermaidâs voice; once it had you, you were hooked and gone. A buzz cut dyed a deep twilight was his signature haircut, a tattoo that peeked through the ocean fuzz curved sinisterly above his pierced ear.
ââ§Œâ â§œ,â you purred into a grin, heart shaped lips spreading to reveal your teeth.
God, he was built. Now prior to even meeting him, you stalked his instagram. Safe to admit It was nothing compared to seeing him in the flesh. All of the speculations that youâve made about him editing his muscles were thrown out of the window along with your morals.
His arms alone were an attraction ; hard muscle under soft skin, similar to a pillow stuffed with bricks. Thick veins wrapped around his arms like cords. His black shirt suffocated his torso, one wrong move you thought the fabric would give up and disintegrate on the spot.
ââ§Œâ â§œ,â he parrots softly. His thick tongue darted to the side of his lips that curved into a grin. He shrugged, âHas a ring to it. Rolls off the tongue. Sweet like candy, tooâ
The surrounding crowd was almost nonexistent, extras in your book that had no significance to the conclusion. You stepped closer, your gaze still holding him captive. âSo..what brings you heââ
ââLook, Iâm just going to keep it real with you, Connie,â His ear perked up at the call of his name, surprised that you even knew it without him mentioning it; thick eyebrows rose to his crisp, straight lineup. A red cup that heâd been babysitting since youâve first noticed him finally touched his lips, his adams apple bobbing with each swallow of his poison.
Curved french tips toyed at his rock-hard abs that were bulging through the thin elastic. You were careful not to rake his navel piercing. Blinding jewels sparkled in the dim light as he nodded slowly to the music bleeding from the speakers.
âI heard âbout you Con, and to be completely transparent with you, I just want to fuck.â
He grinned at your boldness behind his cup, sharp canines flashing under the low light. âHeard âbout me how?â
âJusâ some pillowtalkers.â
He hummed, nodding shyly into his cup. ââS that how you know my name?â
You nodded with a grin. Soft fingertips raked his muscles.
âYep.â
He hummed again. âMy room or yours?â
âMy room is two hours away, genius.â
âMy room it is.â
Just how he weaved through the crowd, he got out the same way: quiet and light on his feet. On a mission.
Hunger fanned from his pink spit-soaked lips. Oh how Connieâs tongue worked wonders. If he wasnât using it to talk shit then it was swirling around your puffed clit with his fingers curled softly into your velvet sponge. He worked hand-in-hand with his tongue piercing like it was his personal sidekick, forcing sounds from you that youâve only heard during solo sessions. You could barely keep your heavy eyelids ajar, Connieâs face unrecognizable from the constant motion blur.
âConâbaby! Mmh!â
Your hands scatter desperately as you try not to flinch out of his addicting touch. French tips scratch at his scalp, tugging him deeper into your sopping cunt as you chase after your release. Your thick thighs hovered over your naked chestâpedicured toes bent and pointing toward where they see fit.
His knees engraved itself into the fluffiness of the carpet below. The necklace that shined so beautifully under the fluorescents and claimed all attention when in public, swung with every jerk of his head. His golden pendant rockedâadvancing just enough to also get a taste of your dripping cunt.
âThaaatâs it, Pretty girl. Open my shit up.â
You obeyed, thick thighs separating to see Connie becoming one with your pussy. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Siren eyes low and dilated, leaving the golden hue of his iris nonexistent.
His dark goatee was soaked in your fixed flow of arousal, dripping hesitantly like cold honey when he came up for a few seconds of air. Pedicured feet rested on each side of broad shoulders, his rough palms having to push your thighs back more so youâll spread like a rumor.
âFocus on me, Pretty,â Connie purred, soft golden eyes glancing up at you through his full roll of lashes. Your hips rolled in circles, unsure if you wanted to run away from the pleasure or to soak deeper into it.
âMmm! Iâm goinâ to make a mess, I feel!â You whisper, voice cracking with desperation. You couldnât look at himâeven through your shaded eyesight, his gaze was intimidating.
A deep chuckle broke through your hyperventilating. âA mess, huh? âYou one of them?â
You nodded shyly, swollen lips tucked behind your teeth.
Without missing a beat Connie pulled his lips from you, a thin string of his spit being connected to his chin. His hazel eyes were fully dilated, his pupal similar to an infinite void.
âConnie? W-what are youââ
Interrupted by a kiss that held you in a tranceâyour words were swallowed. You lingered on his tongue, your DNA seeping deeply between his tastebuds. ââM goinâ to have fun with you,â he groaned. That cool metal bar that tore through his flexing tongue tickled the roof of your mouth. He moaned between your lips, your soft hands working the strings of his sweatpants.
âI want to see it, Connie.â
He grinned against your lips before slowly standing to his full height. âI got you.â
And right as he revealed his known secret, your jaw visibly grew slack.
âBig, ainât it?â
Words are clogged in your throat like five o'clock traffic, all you could do was swallow to prepare yourself for the workout of a lifetime. Grey sweatpants dropped just below his twitching, thick thighs. His dick looked so heavy; the weight of his muscle incapable of holding its own against gravity. His balls alone were huge, capable of rebuilding the human race from scratch. Youâve noticed that theyâre more melanated than the rest of his body while his shaft was a couple shades lighter and his tip tinted a light pink, giving the illusion of neapolitan ice cream.
âWhâ how is this even possible? Itâs like the size of my head, Connie.â
A deep chuckle and a nonchalant shrug later, ââM not even that hard yet. This is likeâŠ. fifty percent.â
Thick cord-like veins fenced his shaft, throbbing in sync with his sluggish heartbeat.
âSo you justâŠwalk around with this just swinginâ?â
You were hesitant to touch himâwell his weapon that stared a hole through you. It looked like it had a mind of its own; almost like it thought its own thoughts and moved at its own accord aside from its owner. You almost jumped out of your skin when Connie took a step forward.
âI mean, yeah. âCanât leave it home, now can I?â His voice was now deeper. Slower. Hungrier. Now you were just playing on his time with your timid ways and he was growing impatient.
You were certain that his dick smelt the fear venting from your poresâgrowing centimeters each second to evolve into its final form. Still, the pure heaviness kept his tinted tip pointed towards hell. Ironic.
âIâm guessinâ this is how you know âbout me?â
You nodded, swallowing pending drool forming at your lips. âYea. âS so much bigger in person.â
He hissed when your hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Its pure thickness prevented your fingertips from touching. âW-Which video did you see?â
ââWas the video of the girl on all fours. Her hands were tied up with her panties I believe. I want that.â
A sinister grin flashed above you. âI got you.â
Biting pillows was never in your rotation of things to do at a strangers' dorm, especially ones that belong to a frat boy. Their unhygienic ways made your skin crawl. But after being informed that his roommate was home and in the next room, muffling your moans with the closest thing to you, felt like the smartest thing to do.
At the time that is. Connie had the brightest idea to dilate your moans with music. Failed miserably. If anything, it broadcasted you.
You somehow found yourself going vocal for vocal with Brent Faiyaz; heâd hit a high note, his beautiful voice straining the poor speakers on Connieâs phone, and you shot one right back seconds later from the result of Connieâs ruthless, calculated strokes.
âIâm workinâ your shit, baby. You feel me?â
The outdated pillow, that definitely saw better nights, was snatched from under you in a quickness, leaving you bare chested on his sheetless mattress. You werenât even in the right headspace to cringe at the current situation. In any other equation, you wouldâve wasted no time packing your belongings and driving back to your dorm in pure silenceâhigh and dry with regret radiating from your skin, but it was almost like Connie held you in a trance. Working his body as if he had a point to prove. Nothing surrounding you seemed to matter. Not even his roommate.
âI feeeel you, Con!â
His pink tinted dick was already lathered in your cream, a wet, sticky echo of your bodies bouncing wall to wall in his cluttered room. His balls were heavy and swung with a purpose and precision, knocking against your puffed clit with each stroke. You tried so hard to swallow your moansâkeeping them hidden behind the jumping springs of the mattress. You were successful until Connieâs fingers rolled tiny circles on your clit. You jumped, doe eyes slightly crossing at the sensation.
âOh-oooh! I donât want to be too lou-loud, Con. Iâm gonnaââ your begging knocked against deaf ears. His hips snapped harder and faster against yours, scooting you toward the headboard inch by inch. Since his dick was so heavy, his curve guaranteed pleasure with every plap!
âLet that shit out. Let me know I'm doinâ good, Baby.â
âO-oh my gosh,â you squeaked between slurring words, thick thighs buckling beneath your rocking weight. The loud applause from your ass clapping against his pelvis had you tucking your face in your elbow. Sweat rained down his flexing abs; the glimmer of his bellybutton piercing adding that extra shine.
You were certain his roommate heard everything that happened on the other side of the paper thin wall. Embarrassment claws at your bones before quickly being replaced with pleasure.
Jean was deep in slumber, warm webs of drool slowly seeping from the corner of his open lips and pooling onto his pillow. His snores were so ear piercingly loud that it'll make your eardrums bleed from rooms away. He slept flat on his stomach, left leg hiked up while both beefy arms hugged the plush, drool-soaked pillow providing extra comfort to his head.
It starts off quiet. Too quiet. Hushed high pitched giggles and occasional low smacking from the kisses bounced off the walls of the peeling paint that decorated Connieâs room. Brent Faiyaz played quietly on the speaker on the night stand. It was low enough to keep Jean at bay, so it wasn't an issue.
It became an issue when the rhythmic knocking of Connieâs headboard made its presence known. And poor Jean, still in a dream state, mistaken the knocks for someone banging at the front door.
"The door, Con," He incoherently slurred, voice deep and groggy. Tiredness lingered in his voice along with slight irritation. Who would the fuck would want something at this hour? Jean still had his eyes wide shut, drowsing in and out of consciousness. His voice was no louder than a mumble, but with the walls so thin, he's sure his roommate heard him.
Then he heard it, the unmistakable long feminine moan of his roommate's name.
"Yâso deep, Con!â
ââFeel you through the rubber, Pretty. Soakinâ my shit, huh?â
âMhmm!â
Once he heard that, he heard everything else; the slow and sensual music, the deep grunts and dirty talk, the high pitched whining, and how could he forget the headboard beatboxing against his wall. It was like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in his dazed mind.
Now, hours later, Jean laid motionless on his back, his left eye twitching in a type of anger that could only be expressed through violence. This was the third person Connie had over on a two day radius and the number is increasing by the day. Heâs convinced that Connie purposely removed the pillow from his headboard to toy with his emotions.
It was working.
ââM gonnaââgonnaâ cum again, Connie!â
âMhm. You donât have to tell me, I know.â
Three hours. Three long pleasure-filled hours and counting. Who the hell even has sex for this long? Class started soon, and the only thing that was drilled into Jeanâs head was Connieâs name. No matter how tight he curled the pillow around his ears, your muffled moans were bleeding through with ease. âCanât wait to move out of this damn hell hole,â Jean mumbled to himself, curling himself into the fetal position with his pillow acting as earmuffs. âBet itâs not even that good.â
Û¶à§warnings & word count: 10k words, cursing, jealous!vulnerableStack, sly talk, smut, fingering, overstimulation, ex-fiancee!Stack, 69 position, oral receiving, nastyyyy smut, use of n word, nipple sucking, breast play, male oral receiving, fem oral receiving, sex on the floor, family drama, condomless sex, miscommunication? and a bit of angst. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
an: this took me forever and a day. but i have to give the biggest shoutout to my beautiful mooties @liliacsdelight (for listening to my yap and beta reading!!) and @thebumblebeesworld (for helping me all those months ago before I dropped the fic). I love you so much, y'all have no idea, and I can't thank you enough!! this fic is also inspired by @pyraomen BD! Stack fic is one I've ever read and got inspired by the amazing writing. (hopefully only minors error, if any!)
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Today was the day you drop off your three year-old son, Amari, at Stack's Place for the weekend. It was 3 pm on a Friday afternoon, and as you packed his bags, the reality of the destination left a sour taste in your mouth. You now and then still caught yourself wishing it was your house too- just like how it use to be.
You and Stack were engaged, happily. Once.
You often found yourself thinking of the life you once shared with Stack, When you were engaged and living together with your newborn Amari. Stack's work began to take up more room than his presence which was needed. He was physically there, at home, coming home every night, busy finishing his projects and his availability, emotionally or rather emotional intimacy started drifting.
You and Stack's engagement didn't work out and that was ok, not really ok at first but you two managed, there was peace in the aftermath of your breakup. No heated arguments or lingering bitterness, you don't think you could ever truly hate him, instead there was a mutual understanding and respect that was a healthy way to raise your son. Your pride and joy, your three year old son Amari. You love him to bits and pieces. You love Amari with everything in your being, and as a mother to see him grow was such a beautiful thing.
Co- parenting was definitely an adjustment but it was going well. The drop-offs, the weekend pick-ups and the flow of communication it didn't feel like you were just going through the motions, but the communication, you guys were a team working together to raise your son. everything moved smoothly between you two .
You often found yourself thinking of the life you once shared with Stack, When you were engaged and living together with your newborn son, Amari. Stack's work began to take up more room than his presence which was needed. He was physically there, at home, coming home every night, busy finishing his projects and his availability, emotionally or rather emotional intimacy started drifting.
He was present, he was a true provider, but he started burying himself in the "grind", in his work and became less present as a partner and sometimes a father. You always told him money wasn't everything but he always gave you and Amari everything you two needed, which was great and you were beyond grateful but what you really wanted was him. That shift turned into a problem that made "forever" feel damn near impossible, leading you both to realize that you were better of apart for the time being, so you can take care of your son and work while Stack solely focused on work. But you never truly stopped loving him, you just focused on your son.
But today was the day you drop Amari off to Stack's house, the air was casual but charged. Jackson sat at the counter finishing a bowl of cereal as a little bit of milk was in the carton, he was becoming a more frequent guest in your home. You were clear with him and more importantly clear with yourself: this wasn't about building a future, this was about needs, sex to be exact. You were careful wrapping it up and on the pill. This was purely friends wit benefits no strings attached.
In the living room, sat on the carpet, was Amari in his own little world of imagination. You knelt beside him, packing his Lightning McQueen backpack, with some essentials, his favorite pajamas, a soft hoodie, and a couple of snacks and baggy of goldfish. Sometimes you act as if Amari won't get what he needs there, but oh, trust he will. Stack would spoil him the moment he walked through the door, but you always wanted to be prepared, and it never hurt.
You zip up his backpack and lay it on the couch. You straighten Amari's shirt, noticing a few stray crumbs on his cheeks and corner of his mouth from breakfast and you take your thumb gently wiping them away. He looked at you, holding his favorite Hess truck in his hand.
"Mama, we going to Daddy's house today?" he asked curiously.
You nod with a warm smile "Yes, baby, you're going to spend the weekend with Dad".
Lifting him into your arms, you carry him to the car, the Lighting McQueen backpack slung over your shoulder. You lift him into his car seat, and making sure you hear that click of the buckle making sure he's all safe and strapped in.
"All strapped in?" you ask checkin the tension of the harness in the car seat
Amari looked up with those big, soulful brown eyes. He nods as he holds his toy truck and flicks the light switch on the toy on "Yes, Mommy"
You gave him a light smile and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, closing the door. But as you turned to head toward the driver's side, you felt a pair of hands settle on your waist.
It was Jackson. His touch made you blink, pulling you back to him "Want me to come with?" he asked
"No, noo" you said quickly, your head shaking that idea away. You did not want that, that your life here and you co-parenting with Stack those lines, you never wanted those to intersect, you would try to hold it off for as long as you could at least.
"No it's fine I'll be back before you know it". you reassure him
He leaned in and gave you a light kiss on the cheek, Jackson got the hint and stepped back with a quiet sigh as you reached for the driver's door.
"Bye Mari" Jackson say tapping the window not to scare him.
Through the window, your son gave a weak wave and didn't look at him any longer as he looked at the truck in his hand, mind probably already on his father's house and all the fun things to do there.
You buckle up, the arrangement with Jackson was still fresh, a couple months old and you were always transparent. It was a "no strings attached" type of thing, something to fill in the quiet spaces that Stack had left behind. Truth be told even as bad as it sounds you knew Jackson wasn't Stack, he wasn't the man you had planned a life with, and he wasn't the father of your son.
You were very wary bringing him into your home. You hadn't been with anyone since the engagement ended and that was about a year and a half ago. You never wanted to confuse Amari, you were closed of with men for a while terrified of opening that door of men into his life Jackson was meant to be the separate of your life, only pleasure and needs, but you started to think maybe for Jackson the lines are blurring as he spent more time at the house.
You prayed that they didn't, you always told him what it was and what it wasn't.
He was a distraction and that was the truth.
Before you shift into gear, you turn back to Amari making sure he's strapped in, you reach over and check the tension of the straps, your eyes sweep to the right of him making sure his backpack his next to him and it is.
You pull out of the driveway, you tend to glance at Amari using the rear view mirror always making sure he's ok. Needless to say he is fine, matter fact he is happy as he is swinging his legs and his little velcro shoes in excitement. You began the familiar drive to the home you once shared with Stack, the place that still held ghosts of the family you three used to be. The early stage of that family life.
"Going to Daddy's house?!" Amari squealed, you can practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. You caught his eye int he rear view mirror and smiled at him, you couldn't help but smile at him, he is truly the cutest thing.
"Yes, baby. I'm dropping you off, and I'll be back to get you Sunday night"
Amari looked out the window, his legs slowly swinging now. "Mommy, why don't you stay with us dis time?? Pweeaseee? we play games together!"
You could hear the plead in his voice, his request pulls at your heart. "I don't know about that, my love. This your special time with your dad. I'll see you in a couple days, mommy doesn't wanna get in the way of you and daddy's time."
"But- want Mama and Daddy together" he insists, that pout forming on his lips. "uh mommy we can play! you be the princess, Daddy can be prince and I'll be the knight to save you!!"
"An a evil dragon!, ruined your castle, so I'll fight with my sword!" He puffs his chest out as far as the car straps would allow.
"I'll be like this mommy" he makes noises with his mouth as swings his arms together acting as if he has a sword.
"Is that so?" you chuckled.
"Mhmm, and Daddy is gonna carry you away from danger to protect you".
You smile lightly feeling a bit bittersweet. You turned on some soft music to fill in the silence, and make a turn at the familiar street, the silhouette of your old home came into view. Your heart sank as you pulled into the circular driveway. This house held so many memories, the smell of Sunday dinners, you both use to make, the laughter, the frantic night your water broke at the bottom of the staircase and screamed for Stack to hurry up, Stack practically flew down the stairs tripping over himself. It was the house you had been a fiancee and a new mom, a place where you tried to build a life with a man you love that was just to busy on the grind, not meeting where you needed.
You sigh shaking your head getting out of your thoughts, and to be honest you haven't been in that house since, only meeting at the door, it opens for you two briefly talk and go your separate ways.
Amari was already dancing in his seat and you took your keys out of the ignition. You stepped out, opening his door and unbuckling him, you grab this Lighting McQueen backpack over your shoulder. As soon as his feet hit the pavement, he made a ill dance. "Papa's house!, Mhmm mhmm mhmm!!"
You couldn't help but smile and you remind him "Have fun, okay? And be a good boy".
Amari stopped mid dance, and looking up at you " I will Mama. I love you"
Your heart warmed instantly, You press a firm kiss on his forehead "I love you more, baby".
You hold your handout and he takes it as you walk to the front door and knocked. It didn't take long for the door to creak open, revealing Stack's mother. Amari's face it up even more. "Mimi!" he shouted, letting go of your hand and making a rush forward and wrapping himself around her legs.
She beamed, as she crouched down and hugging him, one of those warm loving hugs, ones that you feel you can ust sleep in your grandmother's arms. He soon scurried inside to find his dad. You let out a sigh and look a her with a light smile "Hi Ms. Moore. I'm just here for the drop-off is Stack around?"
She stepped forward, pulling you into a warm familiar embrace. "Girl, stop acting all so shy, as if we ain't family."
"Butâ" you tried to protest feeling the sting of "what if's" in your gut.
"But nothing" she interrupted, her eyes with love and yet warning "you gave me a beautiful grandson. If Stack doesn't realize what he has, which he does, trust me he'll regret it for the rest of his life".
You swallow at her words, and look down a wave of complicated emotions hit you "Well⊠tell him i said hi, and this bag had some of Mari's favorite pajamas and some snacks he likes.."
Truth be told you haven't seen her in a long time and when that door opened you didn't know how she was gonna react, but she acted as if she had just seen you yesterday and no time has passed.
"I packed a couple things for Amari, some snacks he likes and light clothes, i know he has things here it's- just in case he wants these specific things." you finished, you realize this might've come off as rambling so you try to stop yourself.
Mama T place a hand on your forearm, her touch warm and familiar. "Come on in, sweetheart"
You shook your head with a light smile, stepping back some. "It's okay, really. I just came to drop him off andâ"
She didn't say a word, she simply gave you that look-it's like a universal look that all mother gives that means shut up and do what she says, she wasn't asking she was telling. You sighed and stepped in. The house hit scents hit you first, the faint smell of cologne, Stack's cologne, the warmth of home-cooked food.
"Something smells good" you murmured, following the sound of Amari's giggles. You see Amari pulling on the sliding door that he's having trouble with.
In the backyard you could hear the muffled soulful sounds of Frankie Beverly's "Before I Let Go" playing from the speakers, the air was filled with that thick scent of hickory smoke and the steady rhythm of the music. Amari was grunting as he tugged at the sliding glass door.
"What are you tryna do, munchkin?" you asked, leaning over him.
"Daddy is out there! Eghh, wanna say hi!" he pouted bracing his little feet trying to tug again at the door handle with all his might.
A smile couldn't help but appear on your face"Okay, baby, step aside" You offered what seem like much needed help, giving the door a firm shove, releasing the warm breeze across your face. Standing there manning the grills were Stack and Smoke, hovering over the flames and laughing . Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Amari didn't even hesitate. He bolted across the grass, shouting, "Daddy! Uncle Smoke!"
"Uh oh, look who it is!" Smoke shouted with a grin making it sound like it was a royal announcement.
Stack set his tongs aside wiping his hands with the rag that laid on his shoulder, his signature sly smile creeping across his face as he scooped up Amari into the air, swinging him in a circle, while Amari giggled like there was no tomorrow.
Stack pressed a kiss to Amari's cheek, his voice dropping into an immediate warm and fatherly tone "How's my boy doing?"
"Daddy, stop! It tickles!" Amari kicked his legs against him, his laughter ringing out loud and infectious.
You couldn't help it, a small giggle escapes you. At the sound, Stack froze. His gaze snapped to yours, setting Amari down, as he is drinking your appearance in from head to toe. You see his jaw clench as he whispered a faint "Damn" to himself. You swallowed, but he moves away from the grill and towards you.
The closer he got, the smaller you felt. the world seemed to shrink to you. He smelled of smoked wood chips, the ones he must've been hovering over andâ that familiar cologneâ, the scent that use to make your head spin with need. You looked up at him, as you heart frantically hammers against your ribs.
"Hey" he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, low register that threaten to make your knees buckle. "How you been, Mamas? Amari hasn't been giving you too much trouble has he?"
The nickname hung in the air, feeling intimate, nostalgic, and truth be told, entirely wwaayyy too effective. You cleared your throat, your feet moving, shifting your weight nervously.
You blinked, forcing your eyes away from his and onto Amari. "Uh, good I've been good. Mari's good. And you?"
"I'm good" he replied, his eyes sparkling, his smile flashing just enough to show his grills. The way he was looking at you, sent a chill up your spine it was a look that felt like far more than just "co-parenting". The chemistry was living between you, bringing up memories you'd tried to bury. He seems a bit too close, making you take a tiny step back.
Amari watches you two, seeing how close you two are, he looked up with wide innocent eyes. "Are you gonna kiss Daddy like you kiss Jackson?"
The silence that followed Amari's lips after the mention of a name was deafening. Your heart stopped. You gasped trying to cover it with a cough but it was way too late. It was as if a record player had been scratched and the world stopped spinning.
You felt frozen in time. Stack posture shifted, his playful expression wiped clean from his face. His eyebrows furrowed, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he ran it over his teethâa tell tale sign or pure and simmering irritation. Smoke standing nearby, looked like he'd choked on his drink, his eyes darting between you see his tongue poke at his cheek and run over his teeth, acting as if he has some food stuck in teeth, there was no food only pure irritation.
Smoke nearly choked on his drink, his eyes darting between the three of you.
Smoke's gaze never left as he analyzed the three of you. First his eyes hit you, the stiffness in your stance, the breath you were seamless holding. His eyes quickly went to Stack's he sees his eyes glaring at you, the silence and now shallow breathes Elias was taking and Amari innocent eyes and wide smile.
"C'mon, little trouble" Smoke quickly intervened, sensing the tension and pressure rising to a breaking point. He scooped Amari over his shoulder. "Let's see what Mimi is doin' in the kitchen. She probably making cookies! Let's head inside, food's almost ready!.
The mention of Jackson's name and the smell of food all around you suddenly make you nauseous.
Amari laughed as Smoke carried him off. Leaving you and Stack standing there. The yard was quiet. It was heavy. You turned to leave, the words flowing from you quickly, in a panicked rush. "Ishouldgo,ionlycametodrophimoffâ"
"Who's Jackson?" Stacks voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You kissing some man in front of 'Mari?"
You fumbled with your bracelet, unable to meet his eyes under his heated gaze.
"It's nothing, Stack. It's none of your business"
You tried to down play it, you really did, but you knew how he was. You knew he wasn't gonna let it go, no, no, not wasn'tâ couldn't.
"None of my business?" he stepped closer, his posture stiff and his breathing shallow. You looked at him for a moment and he looked vulnerable for a split second before the anger masked it.
"Stack-" you tried to say.
Before Stack's lips could fire something quick, the sliding door creaked open. Mama T stood there, her expression soft but knowing. "Honey, would you like to stay for some dinner? I made some of that good cornbread you like?"
No,no, no ,no ,no ffuucckkkk no, you thought, but before you could politely decline. Amari's voice coming from the living room as you hear his little feet padded over closer to you. Until his body hits your legs and his little arms wrap around you . "Please, Mama! Stay!
You see him as he looks up at you with his puppy-dog eyes and his plump, pouting lips, pouting as he jumps, how could you say no to that? You watch Amari's hopeful expression, even after the exchange between you and Stack, the word "no" wasn't finding it's way on your lips.
You sighed "OkayâŠI'll stay for a little bit"
Inside, the air was tight but clam. You decided to busy yourself and help Mama T set the table, handing her glasses while Smoke brought in trays of food. The spread was a feast that included ribs, brisket, mac and cheese, greens, salad and honey cornbread. You sat across from Stack while Amari perched in his seat next to you.
Mama T then led grace and the clinking of silverware is what you hear. You lean over taking Amari's plate fixing his plate for him, making sure he has veggies on his plate. Across the table, the heat of Stack's eyes hasn't left. They were locked onto yours, his eyebrows looked furrowed as if he had heavy questions that he hadn't asked or hadn't finished asking.
Only for a while the house noise faded and in the air lingered a name that you never wanted in this house, or anywhere around Stack's ears. Jackson's name now sat in the air like an uninvited guest at the table.
"So.. Jackson hm? Amari you like him?" Stack asks as he watches his son eat with some barbecue sauce splayed on his mouth.
Amari shifted in his seat looking at you and then Stack, shrugging his shoulders.
"Stack enough" you say looking up at him, you do not want Amari involved even if he did unkowningly, open the can of worms.
Stack barely touched his food. He just sat there, his framed hunched over a bit and his eyes burning into you, while you cut a piece of meat for Amari.
"So.." his voice rumbled lowly, vibrating around the table. "Jackson, that's his name? Mari seems real comfortable with him."
Your grip tightens on the fork. You didn't even look up at him "Stack, please. just eat your food."
"I ain't that hungry no more", he replied now leaning forward. " I'm tryna figure out who this man is you kissing in front of Amari" the cocky smirk was no longer smeared on his face but something deeper, something raw underneath. His voice cracked just a bit. "I'm just trying figure out when I became second to my son to some man I ain't never heard of. You really got him in your house like that? Around Amari?"
You see it in his eyes the vulnerability it caught you off for a bit. It wasn't only anger, he looks like he's missed out on a chapter in his own life and now someone is in your house. You looked at him, you hurt for him. "Stack, I truly don't think this is the time, please just let it go"
"Let it go? I can't just let thisâ"
"Elias, enough" Mama T said, her voice was still soft but her voice carried like a gavel with finality to it. She didn't look at anything from her plate as she put butter on her cornbread. "The boy is right there, we are having dinner and he don't need to hearing any of this".
Stack's jaw ticked, his tongue poking at his cheek again and he remained silent.
Smoke just watched as he was chewing on the smoked rib.
As dinner continued Amari began to yawn and his head began bobbing a bit, he was fighting his sleep, his eye looking droopy.
As dinner continued it was all cordial, Smoke and Mama T sending looks to each other but not saying anything. Stack barely ate the food that was on his plate, his gaze drifted from his plate to you, and then to Amari, his jaw tight the entire time.
Finally dinner was over and you immediately got up grabbing your own plate and Amari's, Mama T joins and the familiar rhythm of scrapping food and rinsing dishes, took your mind off of things.
Meanwhile in the living room, there Stack and Amari sat on the couch as he rushed to give his dad the remote. Amari's feet padded to the arm chair grabbing a fuzzy blanket from the couch, insisting on watching a movie with him.
"Daddy, sit! Watch cars please!" Amari commanded.
Stack didn't argue. He sat down next to his son, arms relaxing on the back of the couch. He could tell Amari wasn't gonna be up for long, the way his little body relaxed into his arms and it seems like his eyes got heavy once the movie started playing, looks like all the excitement throughout the day caught up with Amari's body.
In the kitchen, you watched them both through the doorway as Amari's head laid against Stack's chest.
Stack adjusted him instinctively, his large hand splaying across the boyâs back, holding him with a protective gentleness that made your chest ache. It was a mirror image of three years agoâStack rocking a colicky infant in the middle of the night in this very house.
You turned away, blinking back the nostalgia, and grabbed your purse and keys from the counter. It was Stackâs weekend, and you needed to leave before the memories pulled you under.
You watched as, Stack rose from the couch, moving with careful precision so he did not wake the sleeping boy in his arms, rocking him softly.
Amari whimpered in Stack's hold cuddling into his shoulder. Maybe you have always known but this place would always be a home to you, Jackson maybe at your house, but your heart resided in this home with your two boys.
Just the way Stack was rocking Amari brought you back to how it use to be, when Amari was only a couple months old even a year. Stack would always rock Mari as he would hum and give a lullaby, no matter in the dining room or anywhere, Amari had trouble sleeping when he was a baby but he always eased when he was in Stack's arms. As if Stack was all he needed to be at peace and rest.
Seeing Stack have Amari sleep in his arms again just brought that back.
You hug Mama T as she makes way with a to-go plate of her own. She then kisses Stack's forehead and Amari's, Smoke putting a hand on Stack's shoulder and just a nod for them was a whole conversation.
"Alright, I'm gonna head out. Good seein you, Sis" he said pulling you into a brief warm hug.
He made his way to the couch dapping Stack up "Talk to her, and be easy".
As Mama T and Smoke both take their leave, it's almost like your cue to head out as well.
As you too were going to head for the door, Stack rose from the couch, moving carefully so he did not wake Amari who was now fully asleep in his arms.
"Wait," he whispered, his voice thick. "Don't go yet. We need to talk."
"Stack, itâs late, truly. You have him for the weekend, I should get home," you murmured, jiggling your keys nervously.
"Please." The word was quiet, stripped of his usual tone. You heard the raw vulnerability in his toneâthe sound of a man who was hurting. "Just five minutes. Please."
You hesitated, your purse strap dug into your shoulder, but you nodded slowly.
The front door clicked shut, leaving just the three of you in the home, how it used to be. The house fell into a heavy silence.
Stack looked down at Amari, then back to you. "I'm gonna put him to bed. I'm beggin' you don't leave. Please".
You wait in the hallway, you fiddle with the keys in your hand, watching him carry your son up the stairs. This house used to be yours. He used to be yours. This house is the one you decorated, the nursery that Stack insisted on painting and getting Smoke and Sammie to help. Everything was the same here, and that's what stung.
Seeing the house, the home you two built together, felt like the ghost of the life you used to have felt more real than the one you were living now.
You stare at the art that hung on the wall. You remember the day you picked it out, it reminded you of the flowers he got on your first date, the lilies he gifted you, you remember you wanted to walk down the aisle with those exact flowers in hand.
Stack heads upstairs, to Amari's bedroom placing him in bed laying a loving kiss on his head and tucking him, before turning off the lights and closing the door.
A few moments later, you heard the soft click of the bedroom door upstairs. Stack had left the bedroom. His heavy and measured footsteps descending from the staircase, each creak of the floor felt like a countdown.
Felt like a bomb just waiting to go off.
You see him as his eyebrows are furrowed his back straightened body almost stoic. He stood there for a beat his shoulders dropped, looking less guarded then he did when he was glaring at you from across the dinner table, that expression on his face looked more like the man you used to wake up to every morning.
You feel a lump in your throat, and then he looked at you, he really looked at you and you saw exhaustion on his face and it mirrored the pain in your chest.
Truthfully, you weren't sure how this was going to go. What were you going to say? or do? How could you make this right, and how would he take this?
He took his time, taking slow steps into the hallway. He didn't rush toward you, he kept a respectful distanceâ a painful distance.
"He's out cold," His voice barely above a whisper, you can hear the raspy emotion in it. "Was always a heavy sleeper, just like his mama."
He looked past you this time, towards the living room, then back at you, his gaze settling on your face with this time a searching intensity. He didn't start with an apology for the scene at the table and he didn't start with a demand, yet.
Instead his eyes were just on yours, his eyes looking at the woman he used to knowâ the woman who wanted those lilies for a wedding that should've happened, but never did.
"It's been a while since i saw you standin' in this hall, and not in a rush to leave" he said his words almost forced.
You don't know what to say.
He took another step, this time his presence filling the space, the heat of his body radiating towards you. He gestured towards the living room, toward the space where the two of you used to talk until the sun came up,
"I know you don't wanna be here, and i know i might be over steppin'," he continued, his voice dropping into that low, register that made you skin prickle. "But i gotta know, for my own sake⊠when did we get to the place when I'm the last person you'd tell what's going with you, when have i been the last person to know anything goin' on with you?"
"When did i become the person that you truly hidin' from?" he said.
You gripped your keys so hard that the metal began to bite into the palm of your hand.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Stack I-I didn't want you to find out like this. I justâŠI don't know"
Stack watched you and took a step closer, the shadow of the man who used to be your world was large in the dim living room. That anger that splayed his face at the dinner table has shifted..into something heavier, something that look like grief and maybe even sorrow.
"I know why you broke it off, the engagement," he said his voice cracking with vulnerability he usually kept locked behind his grills and his pride.
"I know I was gone too much, I was chasin' the bag, chasin' the life I thought you and 'Mari deserved, the one i thought you truly needed. I know and now i know I learned the hard way that the work isn't everything. Work doesn't hug me when I walk through that door. Work doesn't watch movies with me on the couch or fall asleep in my arms."
He vaguely gestured with the nod of his head toward the stairs where your son was sleeping.
"That's my family up there. That's my heart. And i come home to this big house and it's different, it's justâŠquiet. Too quiet."
His chest was heaving as he looked at you, his eyes were searching yours for the woman who wanted to carry the lilies you liked so much down the aisle. His jaw couldn't help but clench at the thought of Jackson settling in his mind and the hurt at the mention of another man sharpened back into a shape of jealousy.
You couldn't help but feel guilt.
"So who is he?" His voice rose, the irritation slipping back in again, the same kind that was shown at the dinner table moments ago. "Who is the man, is this man spending time with you and my son? Do you love him, or is he some guy who is doing something I couldn't?"
"Stack" you begin.
He was now all up in your personal space, the scent of that familiar cologne and smoked wood chips now clouding your judgment. "Does he care for you? Does he hold you like you deserve?
"Cause I know how you need to be held. And what about my son? What is 'Mari calling him daddy?? Does he treat 'Mari right? Or is this nigga just playin' house with my life?".
You feet shifted the your weight, he looked down at your hands, seeing you fidget with your bracelet and his voice dropping into a pained whisper. "Tell me the truth. Do you love him more than what we had?"
Your eyes couldn't help but water up and you put your bag down on the table. the sudden sting of tears blurring the hallway lights. You let out a jagged breath.
"Just listen, You're not listening, Elias!" you broke out. your voice echoing, trying not to be loud enough to wake up Amari. "I told you! I told you a hundred time back then to take a break, to stop running yourself into the ground. I told you money wasn't everything, that we didn't need the i house or the fancy life if it meant you were never here. But you never truly listened! You were always working, always gone, when all I wanted was for you to be home, you were chasing something that didn't have me or Amari's name on it, while i was chasing you to stay home."
Stack took a sharp step toward you, his face becoming darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "That ain't what I asked you! I'm not talkin' bout the past right now, I'm talkin' about this! I'm asking you if he's replacing me! I'm asking you if he is who you truly love?"
His eyes were wild searching your face, seeing if a lie would come from your mouth or the truth that would destroy him.
Do you truly love that man? If you kiss him, you must, right? Stack thought.
"I need to know if I lost you to me working, to the lifestyle, or if i lost you to another man" he let out, his voice dropping into a painful sound
You choked on your tears as you heard him ask you these questions.
"Does he know how to hold you when you're scared? Does he look at you the way I do?"
The vulnerability that had been there moments ago had hardened into a desperate, jealous hunger.
"You look at me", he commanded, his voice slightly shaking. "You look me in the eye and you tell me, that he is the one you love? Or are you just tryin' to fill a bed that I ain't layin in no more?"
If someone came in to this house right now you think they would choke on how thick the air was, the tension. It was suffocating.
You could feel the heat radiating off of him. His gaze was burning, demanding honesty and truth for the both of you.
You bit your cheek and the words tore from you, raw and jagged, you took a step back as your wiped at your eyes, but the tears kept coming, relentless.
"He isn't you, Stack!" you choked out, the confession coming out like a physical blow. "He isn't you. I just.. I needed something to forget that i needed you and still want you. I was trying to fill a void, I was just trying to find a way to make the house feel less quiet, i just needed somebody. I don't know, I needed someone who would show up. But he couldn't truly replace youâŠ. No one can, Elias".
Stack stood there as if the words that left your lips had struck him in his chest as he stared at you. The fire he had in his eyes only calming with a bit of clarity.
"Jackson can't replace Amari's father," you continued, your voice shaking, trembling. "Because I see it every night. When I put 'Mari to bed, and he has a nightmare⊠and he wakes up crying in the middle of the night," you continue with a shaky breath. "It isn't Jackson he's screaming for. He calls for you. He wants his Daddy".
Stack's jaw dropped slightly, his gaze no longer on you but falling to the floor as he hears the words leaving your lips, they are now settled into his bones. The slick-mouthed man who always had something to say or a defensive response, was now quiet, he was found without the words, speechless.
He took a step toward you, this time not defensive or jealous, just understanding with a bit of defeat. His hand trembled as he caressed your cheek, just that touch was electric, it was so familiar, it reminded you of how he always wanted to look at you, his eyes were filled with regret that felt deep like it just might swallow you both.
"I ain't know" he whispered, his voice breaking "I thought, i was been erased, I thought i was just going to be the man who dropped off checks and takes him for this weekendsâŠi don't wanna be that".
His hand lingered on your cheek as he wipes away a tear falling from your eye.
"I'm sorry" the weight of the conversation, the months of contemplations all the trouble seemed to collapse the moment you stepped into him. You let it g, the hurt, anger, frustration. You let out a hitching sob and melted int his arms.
You felt the broadness of his chest, it firmly against yours. The intoxicating scent surrounding you, filling your sense. Instantly transporting you back to the nights you use to fall asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.
But he didn't hesitate, he completely locked his arms around you as if he were trying to pull you back into the void that needed to be filled. His face buried into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on it prickling your asking, his breathing was wet against your skin.
You could feel the slight shake in his hands.
It was just silence for a while, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, tears running down your face, but as you stood there in his arms. It felt like for the first time you were breathing fresh air for the first time in a long time.
Your tears dampened the fabric of his shirt, causing him to hold you even tighter, his warm palm splayed on your lower back, rocking you slight, a motion he used to sooth Amari, he is now using it on you.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your as his hand moves to cradle your face with tenderness. "I'm here" he whispered, his voice thick. "I'm right here, we gonna fix this, I'm gonna fix this,"
These walls the ones you two built together are now wrapping you in it's arms, all the memories comes flooding back, it was less of a burden and more of relief.
He didn't pull away, he leaned close to you having your foreheads resting against each other, all you hear is the shallow breathes you are now both taking.
You felt the heat of his gaze, his focus now entirely on you, his eyes almost hid the terrifying feeling of losing his soul. Losing you
"He doesn't love you like I do" Stack whispered again, his confession having the hair of your back standing up. "He can't, cause your heart is wrapped in mine, you have me completely baby, he doesn't know the half of our love, the love i have for you."
He pressed a lingering yet tender kiss to your tear-stained cheek. You couldn't help but let out a broken sound, causing your eyes to flutter shut. He moved lower this time his lips grazing the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot shaky breath against your pulse, causing you to shiver and tighten your hands on him.
His touch was like a claim, a silent plea to have you back, for you to remember what you two shared, for you to remember everything you tried to hurt and forget with another man.
"I'm sorry, baby" he said against your neck. "I'm sorry I let work get in the way of you and 'Mari, I'm sorry it got in the way of you, but I've changed."
His lips trailed back up, hovering just a bit from yours. He took a second, he waited giving you the chance to pull back, but you didn't you moved closer.
"Please Elias" is all you said and that was all he needed to hear.
His lips finally crashed into yours, this kiss was heated it was the collision of your love and longing coming together, you were starving for his lips ever since the last time you had then on yours.
This kiss burned with hope, with a new beginning it was a kiss that said more than you two felt words ever could, it was a sealed promise that the void Stack created could only be closed by the one who created it, Stack himself.
"Please, speak to me?" Stack pleaded as his chest was heaving, as his hand slid down the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.
You were grounded here, this was your home, this was where you heart resided between Stack and Amari, in this house.
"I want you, it's always been you, Jackson couldn't evenâ" you began to say.
"Imma prove to you that no man can replace me, but i think you know that baby, don't you?" he asked, you feel as if his question was rhetorical.
"I love you "êšïž", I love our son, I wanna prove to you I've changed, I wanna show you that I am the man you've wanted me to become, the business is doing so well I won't have to work for a long time, this time I can provide and be here for the both of you". He states looking you in your eye.
Your eyes threaten to swell with tears again as these are the words you've been wanting to hear all along; this is all you wanted.
It was your turn to lean in and kiss him, leading you to be breathless, Stack's arms cling tighter to you, sliding to the meat of your ass to hold onto, causing you let out a moan.
He sits on the couch, pulling you down with him, forcing you to straddle his lap, knees braced on either side of him. He holds your hips, looking up at you as one of his hands makes it's way towards your stomach, leading to cup your breast.
He massages you breast through your clothes. "So you want me, hm?" He asks, but by the way you are grinding on him, he definitely knows the answer.
"You know I do," you whimper as you begin to take your shirt off, and his hands quickly go to unhook your bra, stripping it off of you so he can see your tits. His eyes are solely on you as his lips inch closer to your nipples, and his tongue latches onto you.
He strips his shirt off placing it on the couch.
You whimper, biting your lip "Elias-" you lean closer to him as his lips encircle your breast. Stack shakes his head "Nah, baby, say my name".
"Daddy" you whimper as your nails dig into his neck.
You heard a low moan leave him, as his mouth was working on your right breast while your other nipple was busy being squeezed by his fingers. You shifted slightly, beginning to grind on him.
"God, I've missed you, baby," he moaned, as a string of saliva connected to his lip and to your nipple. He licks his lips. Your back arches, only wanting to lean into him as much as you could, as far as you could.
You take his chin in your hand, truly looking at him, and you smile, kissing him. He leans back as you melt into his touch, your bodies were melting together on the couch. You both have been aching for this.
Your hands are shaking as you pull at the strings of his sweatpants, as he grabbed your wrists shaking his head. "As bad as I can't wait for that, I need my mouth on you first" He stated, his mouth trailed up to your neck finding beautiful places to make marks on.
Before you can try to grind your hips again, Stacks kisses you, completely silencing any of your pleas, as he lifts you up and gently sits you on the couch, breaking your kiss. You quickly pull your shorts down, but Stack grabs your wrist as he sees your fingers looped onto your panties.
His eyes never left yours as he knelt before you, as if he were ready to give you everything. He peppered kisses on your knees, up to your thighs. His eyes weren't just loving or lustful, but they were determinedâŠtheyâno, he was hungry.
He saw your soaked panties and kisses them, smelling the sweet musky scent of you, smiling to himself.
"Missed this smell, missed how you taste" he said.
You squirmed as your wet panties cling to your sticky mound "Please, do something, daddy!!" you whimpered.
He didn't take your panties off yet, no, he kissed you through your panties, and all you could do was watch as your hand found his head, caressing the back of it.
"Patience, baby" is all he whispered, but you swore he wasn't even talking to you; he was talking to your pussy.
He licked your panties that clung to your heat, your hand instinctively tighten on his shoulder as you shuddered a breath. His tongue was laid wide as he licked stripes all over your pussy.
Hearing your whimpering and seeing you squirm was good enough taunting for him as he then took your panties off for you, having the wet fabric slide down your ankles, holding them in his hand.
Your bare soaking pussy now in front of him, just glistening, so pretty.
"Please, been wanting you to get a taste all day" you pleaded. You knew you just had to rile him up at the exact moment so he would stop going go slow.
Why was he taking so long anyway? Didn't he want you?
He groans as the blood and heat rushes to his cock.
His mouth finds your clit, immediately causing you to hiss and your back to arch. He tasted your heat, your slick oozing into his mouth.
"Shhh.. baby, we ain't tryin wake him up, keep your voice down, okay ?" he spoke lowly, as he kissed your mound. "Can you do that for me, or try?"
You inhale deeply nodding, "I can try, nnghh". He barely gave you time to respond as his tongue lapped at you again.
 His tongue absolutely agonizing, as he lifts his head only a bit "That nigga got a taste of this?" he asked as his finger begins to apply pressure to your clit.
You whimper, trying to cover your mouth. He did say for you to keep your voice down, didn't he ? So why would you answer his question now?
His eyes bore into yours, his warm, comforting mouth now releasing you, causing you to shiver, feeling the cool breeze on your wet, sopping pussy. His energy completely shifted, and his eyes grew dark as he looked at you.
"I know you heard me." he reiterated.
His tongue began to glide against your folds, as he pulled your legs closer towards him, his nose started to hit your clit, panting wasn't what you were doing at this point, you were gasping for air as your hand pushed his head in deeper, your voice cried out as your hand snapped to cover it.
"mmmm-nghhh baby s-slow down" your hips began to jerk.
"Answer my question"
"H-He did" you admit as your eyes closed, causing Stack to pull back from your soaking pussy, and you to look down at him.
"Come here" Stack said pulling your hips down, so you two are now both on the floor and you pull his dick out of his sweatpants, he aligns your sopping pussy with his mouth, your wet mouth with his tip.
"You gonna forget his name tonight, I'll make sure of it" is all he said, as he spread your ass and his nose hitting your pussy. You can't help but moan and grind, staring at his now standing dick, he was hard, hard for you.
You drool on him before leaning down and wrapping your wet warm lips around his dick.
"All this for me?" He asked, and you can't help but nod your head, causing you to bob your head on him eagerly.
"Breathe, baby, breathe," he reminds you as his own mouth finds it was back to your pussy.
He was huge, but you've missed this, you missed having his body with yours, this is the void you've been trying to fill, all you wanted was him. Your hips never stop rolling on his face as you whimper on his dick, his hips snapping, causing you to choke a couple of times and hit the back of your throat.
His hands find their way on your waist, holding you steady and completely devouring you, causing you to gasp and moan at the feeling.
Your mouth releases his dick "fff-ucck, mmhm keep going baby please."
You stroke his dick, and unexpectedly you snap, feeling a release oozing from your pussy. You cum on his face, forcing your hips to jerk as you lift form is face a bit, seeing hims lick his lips you turn around and kiss him, tasting yourself on your own tongue.
Stack groans, "You taste as sweet as I remember. Come on, baby, I need to be inside you."
You whimper and nod, pulling away from him, and licking your lips as his back stays lying on the ground, and you straddle him, but he quickly swaps places with you, rolling you two so he is now on top of you.
As much as he loved seeing you on top, he wanted to give you everything.
His hand reaches for those soaked panties he had, wrapping it around his cock and stroking himself, and you watch him, only the pre cum getting on your panties.
"I need you, baby, gosh I've missed you," he said, hissing, lining his dick up into your tight hole.
Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, causing him to grab your throat, and you two sloppily kiss, making out, tongues fighting for dominance. Feeling and tasting yourself on his lips, he moves a bit closer to you.
You feel him, his tip sinking in slowly, as if he was taking his time to indulge in you, savoring how you feel wrapped around him, your soaked, gushy walls, sopping and crying just for him and only for him.
Your arms instantly wrapping around his neck, his hand moved your thighs, spreading you out, trying to dig deeper, you couldn't help but clench.
And all this time you were going on without him? Without your best friend, the man you love? You wonder how you made it this long anyway.
"Baby, you too tight, open up for me" He commanded, as his middle finger began to place itself on your clit and rub in a slow circular motion, making you jolt. He took his opportunity to thrust deeper, knocking the wind out of you.
As one hand was beside your head the other between your legs, messing with your clit.
"You so tight, baby, it's ok Daddy's back, i'm here, i'm right here" He whispered.
You couldn't help but whine, as your hand wraps around his wrist trying to slow down his painful yet pleasurable toying with your clit.
"Nah, baby, this is who you need, I'm right here," He said as he felt your hand wrapping around his wrist, causing him to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing your hand above your head. Now both of your hands are interlocked together.
"Missed you, missed you so much," He groaned as his hips didn't even want to stop. "No, no, it's ok, baby." "It's a lot taking a real man's dick, but you remember how to don't you?. His voice was somewhat taunting
You don't know if he was talking to you or her. But his hips moved if he had everything to prove, as if you were on the line.
"You're so big nggghh" your breath coming out as panting.
"You can take it, I know you can, just like you used to."
"Mmhmmm, you feel so good," you can't help but look at him.
His thrusts only picked up, becoming harder and more determined, with pure precision. You only grow tighter around him, his hand that was intertwined with yours soon released, slithering down your face to palm your throat in his grasp.
"Who you miss? Hmm? Say you missed Daddy's dick," he said as he leaned down his warm breath on your ear, tickling your neck.
His hand firm on your throat, it wasn't brutal, it was only light pressure, squeezing ever so lightly, just the way you liked it. He remembered.
You snap your hips up to meet his "I-hmph,"
He squeezed your throat just a little tighter as he felt your hips meet his.
"I missed your dick, baby."
The only sounds in the living room to be heard, was the slapping of skin, your moaning, ass rubbing against the soft carpet, but more importantly the wet sound coming from you pussy.
"Cmon pretty, i need you to- hah! try to stay quiet i need to hear something" he kissed your lips, his hips slowing down slightly.
"What?" you asked in a bit of confusion.
"You trust me?" He asks rather softly, catching his breath
Your eyebrows furrow as you choke on a moan. "Of course I do"
A smile appeared on his face, more like a mischevious grin as he gave a peck to your forehead.
His hand, which was wrapped around your throat, then covered your mouth, and all you could do was look at him and take it.
The palm of his hand covering your mouth, not harmfullyâjust silencing you.
"I love you, I need you to know that, and you tap me if I'm too rough, alright?"
All you did was nod, and that's when the thrusts began, oh, he fucked you, he fucked you like he hated you or something, as if he was trying to win a competition.
"Shhh, baby i can't hear her" he breathed.
Your muffled moans were dying by his hand, silencing you.
Schlick.
Your eyes widen, causing your breathing to become heavier.
He moaned at the sound "Thereeee, she is,"
Schlick
Your hands traveled making there way to your clit as you play with yourself only a little bit.
"Oh thaattt's it baby say it one more time for me, who is daddy?" He asked, but again he wasn't ask you to say it, he wanted to hear it. Hear it from her.
You took deep breathes as you felt the cum already pooling down your ass.
"Hmphh- Mmmm" was all could be heard from you.
"That's it C'mon baby talk to me" he commanded and so she did.
He was in a different state, he was commanding your attention and your pleasure, when and where to give it was all up to him.
He felt you, and seeing your eyes roll back and your body begin to shake, your sound muffled, as you gripped onto him like your life depended on it, circling your hips back to his.
"F--Fuckkk I think âI'm gonna cum, can I ?" before he can finish his sentence, you nod, both of your hips meeting one another's in pleasure.
His hips stilled, his abs clenching, as he panted catching his breath and removing his hand from your mouth.
"You okay? He asks carefully, as he pulls out slowly. Catching his breath.
You nod, feeling the plush cushion on your skin felt nice, the house was silent more of catching each other breath than anything. The soft hum of the air condition.
He grabs his sweatpants, putting them back on and heading over to the fridge grabbing water.
He hands you a bottle "Drink"
You feel the nice cool water bottle in your palms as you begin to drink it, just what you needed.
It truly felt surreal to be back in this house, with the man youâd tried so hard to erase from your heart.
Stack was sitting next to you, with his hand resting on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles against your skin.
"Stay," he whispered, the word carrying more weight than a command. It was a plea. "Don't go back to that house tonight. Just... stay here. With me. With 'Mari."
You look towards the window. "Stack⊠I didn't even bring any clothes, shit I wasn't even supposed to be here. I only have the clothes I came in with."
Stack has a small smile appear on his face after he takes a sip of water. "You know I still have some of your clothes in the room in a box", he said, a bit sheepishly, as if he didn't just rearrange your organs. "I don't know what it's got in there, but there is definitely some leggings, some sweatpants, and a hoodie."
Stack watched your face, and he could clearly see all the wheels turning in your brain.
"Listen to me, I ain't rushing you, but i'm not gonna act like i don't miss you or love you. That is clear, it's gonna work, cause imma make it work," he said reassuringly "It ain't gonna be the same as it use to be, cause I ain't the same man and imma prove it to you and 'Mari no matter how long it takes."
He looked at you "We ain't gotta tell him everything, we just gon' tell that Mommy stayed over cause we missed each other, we can take it slow, I don't have any problems with that. But I ain't letting work or anybody come between what we got. I want my family back. I want you back.
You looked at his hand interwined with yours "Are you sure this time?"
Stack nodded.
"And you promise?" you ask.
"Promise, we'll be slow, I ain't losing my family again". Stack said reassuring.
mika's notes .á.á: ummmm yeah i actually loved the way this turned out, i might revised the smut, but i hope you all enjoy, i think this might be the longest fic to date
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á°âĄ.áANYWHERE ELSE. SHE WOULD RATHER BE ANYWHERE ELSE THAN THIS ROOM. It could be the highlighter fumes. It could be the blue light radiating from their laptopsâSolayneâs screen is a hell of a lot brighter than hers. It could even be the extra fine print of these textbooks.
All she knows is that her capacity to be here is dwindling by the second.
âThis is frying me.âÂ
From the corner of her eye, she sees those deep orange braids slide over Solayne's hiked up shoulders as she throws her head down on the desk. Her hands over her eyes cushion her fall.
She doesn't need to outwardly acknowledge the other woman's dramatics, but she definitely resonates with them; Being stuck in this small roomâthat can stand to be a few degrees warmerâwith its shitty fluorescent lighting, rereading the same chapter and still not understanding the concept, has her feeling dumber and dumber.Â
Itâs probably not even her fault, maybe itâs the arbitrary way of teaching her professor has that makes it so difficult for her to understand his notes. Either way, she's ridiculously close to throwing in the towel. Who needs to stress over words when she could be relaxing with a self-care day or going to parties like her other peers?Â
The thought of her parents hearing that is enough to snap her back to reality.
âĂmerei, I donât think I can do this anymore.â
She blows out a breath, tucking a couple loose strands of her sew-in behind her ear. âMe neither.â
Sitting up with the rush of a new idea, Solayne's eyes widen with excitement. âYou tryna eat? Matcha and brownies on me!â
Itâs a tempting offer. Too tempting. An immediate âyesâ comes into her mind before she can even think twice about it ⊠until she does.
Her teeth gnaw at her bottom lip, the last smudges of her lipgloss stuck to the pink skin despite having licked most of it off in the stress of studying.Â
She canât take another âstudy break.â Messing around with Solayne, sheâs already pushed this off more than she should have. And now, her midterm for Qualitative Analysis is just two days away and sheâs nearly clueless about the most heavily covered chapter on the test. This could make or break her grade for this class, and a dropped class is not something her parents can afford.
Solayneâs face falls before she can even break the news of this truth to her.Â
Worry folds creases in her forehead and drags the corners of her lips downward. âI want to, Sol', but I canât.âÂ
A groan. âI knew you were gonna say that.â
âIâm sorry!â A remorseful laugh tumbles out of her. âI canât fail this midterm. Thatâs gonna be my ass if my parents see that.â
A second is spared by the other woman to dwell on the misfortune, only for her sadness to vanish within a second, leaving behind a look of indifference.
âWell!â She shrugs. âI know how Iâm going to spend the rest of this study sesh.â
And with that, Solayne stretches across the table to collect her books, notes, laptop, and any pen or highlighter left behindâlikely even sneaking some of Ămereiâs.
âEnjoy one for me,â Ămerei smiles sadly.
"Of course.â As she stands to shove her laptop into her purse, Solayne looks to her. "But, seriously, don't stress yourself out too much. You've been studying for this test for like a week straight now, and that class is notoriously hard. I'm sure your professor's gonna give y'all a curve."
Leaning back in her chair, butt aching from how long she's been sitting, Ămerei exhales softly. "I hope so. I could honestly really use it, because the way I've been failing these quizzes is ridiculous."
Solayne purses her lips with the shake of her head, zipping up her tote bag. "You'll be fine, you always are."
"I don't think so, Sol'." Her lips twist into a frown. "I've really been stressingâ"
"And that's your problem right there," she announces as she throws the hefty bag over a shoulder. "You're stressing when you don't need to. If you've already done all that you can, there's nothing left for you to do but trust yourself."
Thereâs not much Ămerei can say to that. All she can do is bring her laptop close to continue studying.
Solayne scoffs. âYou need to relax. You donât gotta stop studying now, but at the very least, let tomorrow be your day off. You canât cram the day before the test.â
âNo ⊠but I can review.â
âReview my ass,â she rolls her eyes. âWhat you need to do is have a nice, good smoke sesh. Use that to calm your ass down.â
Ămerei kisses her teeth, the sound slipping out before she can stop it. âOr I can use that valuable time to study some more, so I can boost my chances of passing this midterm.â
Dismissively, Solayne waves a hand, turning for the study roomâs door. âBlazĂš-blah. Good luck with that,â she shrugs. âAnd, by the way, access to this room expires at four, so make sure youâre out of here before one of those fucking monitors catch you. They are not about to fine me for this.â
Chin resting in her palm, Ămerei doesnât spare her a glance. Instead, she squints her strained eyes at the small text on her screen. âStay safe.â
âYou too, text you later!â
A second later comes the abrupt shut of the study roomâs heavy door. Alone in peace and quiet, she lets out a sigh.
âTime to take this chapter from the top.â
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TRUE TO SOLAYNEâS IMPRESSION OF HER, Ămerei is cramming the day before the test. Or at least, sheâs trying to.
A set alarm had her up by seven, and after rushing to get ready, she raced her way to the campus library to snag a room before they were booked out.
Now, itâs almost half-past 10, and she hasnât been able to retain a single word of information splayed across her screen.
She pulls her scrunchie free from her hair to retie her ponytail for about the fifth time in the last fifteen minutes. Her eyes steal yet another glance at the time. Sheâs been here for almost two hours, and itâs starting to scare her how hard it is for her to focus.
Honestly, sheâs starting to get the idea that Solayne was onto something. But, she canât prove her right just yet.
So she thinks.
As she stares at the laptop, the words begin to swirl and the sentences stop making sense. Her eyes jump from line to line, unable to keep their spot. And the diagrams? Theyâre complete nonsense.
âFuck me,â she mumbles, dropping her head into her hands.
For a moment, she stays frozen in that position, her mind searching itself for a solution to this madness. Her notes are useless, all the tutors for this class are booked up, and clearly reviewing this chapter isnât doing anything.Â
Sheâs ready to admit it.
Picking her head up and out of her hands, Ămerei reaches for her phone with bleary vision. It only gets to ring once.Â
âWell if it isnât my gorgeous friend! What can I do for you, my love?â
Her eyes flutter shut, holding back a sigh. âYou were rightââ
âOouu!â
She squeezes her eyes tight, the shrill sound of Solayneâs voice piercing her ears.
âIf those arenât my favorite words to hearâso what does this mean?â
Peeling her eyes open, Ămerei peers down as she toys with the small, pink Tiffany pendant resting on her chest. âIt means ⊠I think I wanna take the edge off.â
Boisterous cackles fill her ears, the corners of her mouth rising.Â
âYou so fucking dramatic,â Solayne muses, her laughter dying down into an easy chuckle. âBut, I got just the thing for you.â
She shifts in her seat, eager to hear her suggestion.Â
âNow, unfortunately, I am busy today.â
The easy smile that graced her lips is wiped off in an instant as her spine straightens. âWhat?â She glares at her phone in betrayal.
âI know, Iâm sorry! I owed Malaysia a favor, and she chose to cash it in today: I gotta drive her to and back from the mall.â
A soft groan leaves her as she throws her head back.Â
âDonât worry, though. A nice smoke by yourself every once in a while is the best thing you can do for yourself, swear. Just spark up, play some music or watch a show, eat some good foodâyouâre lit!â
Thinking about it for longer than a second, Ămerei finds herself taking to the idea. Smoking will definitely take her mind off of the stress of this midterm. And with that weight off of her shoulders, she can probably catch up on some of her hobbies. Like, playing in her makeup. Itâs been too long since she last got cute or even played The Sims.
âMâkay.â
A squeal has her flinching. âPerfect! Youâre gonna have so much fun. I know a guy that sells on campus. Good shit, too. Heâs cool with Eren.â
âWhoâs Eren?â
âYou donât remember? That one guy on the swim team Aneesa used to fuck with?â
Her face screws up in confusion, threaded brows pulling together. âNo?â
âUhâanywayâheâs friends with Eren, I bought from him a couple of times. Yâknow, supporting a Black-owned business ânâ all that. But ⊠yâknow, I am loyal to my plug.â
Staring ahead at nothing in particular, Ămerei raises a brow as one corner of her lips quirk up. âConnie?â
âWell ⊠yes!â
She laughs at her friend.
âAnd speaking of, I might link him tonightâyâknow ⊠for weed.â
âWeed, yeah, right,â she giggles.
âMhm, anyway, Iâll send you his Insta when I find it. Itâs the only way to cop from him.â
âThanks, Solâ.â
âNo problem,â she sings. âLet me know how the high goes. Kisses!â
âBye.â
With a clear decision made, Ămerei wastes no time in packing her belongings and freeing up this room for the next suffering soul.
When she returns to her dorm, empty of Solayneâs presence, she picks out a simple outfit: black capri leggings and a cropped white tank top.Â
As she pulls the skimpy top over her head, her phone pings with a notification from Instagram. Shirt on, she smooths the soft wrinkles out of it before grabbing up the device from her bed.
It was DM from Solayneâa shared profile. Before she can even respond, her phone buzzes with a new message:
His name is Onyankopon btw
Ămerei âheartsâ the message before clicking onto his page. There isnât a face present anywhere on it, and no highlights to skim through. No tagged posts or even a name in the bio. Thereâs only one post up: a three photo carousel.Â
The first photo is of his hand, the dark skin marked heavily with ink. One finger is adorned in a glistening ring and a tennis bracelet on his wrist.Â
âWell ⊠at least he takes care of himself,â she thinks, noting his clean nails and trimmed cuticles.
The second photo is an interior shot of a car, the model she isnât sure of. All she recognizes is the sleek emblem that glints on the steering wheelâGenesis.
âExpensive.â
The last photo is a perfect âoff-guard.â A clear shot of his outfit. Itâs crisp definition and high quality tells of the use of a professional camera. He had turned his face away just in time for it not to be caught in the photo.Â
His arms were hidden by a Pelle Pelle jacket, but from the peak of his wrist, she can tell heâs covered in ink. At least his arms are.
âMysterious ⊠okay, sure.â
The âlikeâ count on the post is off, and the comments are tameâlimited, too. But, she can only imagine what the counts for each would be, seeing as he has a little over a thousand followers. She presses her lips together, telling herself that these little details about his account shouldnât matter.
Itâs not like she needs to know much about his morals or his character anyway, however, he does seem like the flashy type. Sheâs only hitting him up for a serviceâa product, really.Â
Heading to his chat, she shoots him a quick message:
Hey, I was told you sell
Crashing onto her bed, she chews on her lip as she watches the chat. Sheâs not sure why she decides to wait on a response. Maybe itâs a testament to how much she needs this.
But luck is on her side. As she blinks, a new message appears in their chat:
Yea
She swallows, trying to think of what will be enough to cover her. She doesnât buy often, and she definitely isnât a casual smoker. After about a minute, her fingers type quickly.
How much for a gram?
Donât sell less than a dub
Her head jerks back, stumped. What the hell is she going to do with all of that weed? Sure, it isnât necessarily a huge amount, but she's definitely not going to make more than one blunt any time soon.
She guesses sheâll just have to leave the rest for Solayne. Itâs that girlâs lucky day.
But Ima let it slide for uu
First time client deal
An unexpected scoff burst from her lips. A crinkle becomes evident in her brows as she âheartsâ his message.
Ty
This time, he âheartsâ her message.Â
Whn uu want it ?
Today
Soon if you can, lol
2 ,by the big fountain statue ?
That's good, thank you
Aii
With just a small bit of time before their meetup, Ămerei does the next best thing to distract herself from the fate of her Qualitative Analysis grade: scroll through her TikTokâs 'For You' page.
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THE SUN HANGS HIGH IN THE SKY, partly obscured by thick clouds. Crisp yet light winds blow gently, pushing around any stray leaves that have fallen to the ground.
It isnât too cold, the slight breeze is something that Onyankopon doesnât mind. Heâs more concerned with the punctuality of this customer.
Her name, he doesnât quite remember. Something with an âA.â When he skimmed through her profile, he remembers thinking that it had a pretty spellingâthatâs about as much as he recalls.
His saving grace will be recognizing her once he sees her, heâs always been good at remembering faces. That, and he doesnât think he could forget hers.
Sheâs pretty from what he saw. Cute. But, thatâs about as extreme as his thoughts went. A girl with a simple look, not that thereâs anything wrong with that. Clean and minimal makeup, hair neatly styled and out of her face, and an affinity with the color blush pink.
A well-curated aesthetic to fit that of an influencer. If he has to bet, she probably has a sizable following on TikTok, posting content of her getting all done up for her viewers: âGet Ready With Me to Run Some Errands;â âOutfit of the day;â âCome With Me to Try This New Matcha Drinkââshit like that.
He doesnât have a strong opinion regarding that. Just a blanket assumption regarding the information he was able to garner from her page.Â
Itâs funny; when she first messaged him, part of him thought it was someone else talking to him through her account. Simply using her face to lower his guardâpossibly a nigga trying to set him up for something petty like another woman.
Then she asked him how much for a gram, and he went scouring through her account. It started making sense. Itâs likely that she doesnât smoke much, she doesnât look like the type. And he doesnât remember ever talking to her, so it couldnât be a set-up ⊠not from another man, at least.
So, he chose to be niceâthis once. A first-time deal for a new client, even if this little $10 transaction is a waste of his time. His weed is good, heâs got confidence in his product. And hopefully, in seeing that heâs a business man willing to cater to any type of customer, sheâll admire that enough to become a regular.Â
For a split second, heâs adverse to his own idea; A pretty girl like her doesnât need to be facing blunts like that. Yet, just as quickly, the thought evaporates, because how much she smokes simply isnât his business. And if she wants to smoke more of his weed, then thatâs just more money for him.
His useless hypotheticals are put to stop when he notices movement in the near-distance; A sort of rushed walk of determination, heading in his direction.
For some reason, Onyankopon bites back a scoff. Everything about the way she is dressed confirms the character heâs created of her in his head.
âCome With Me to Buy A Gram On My Way to Pilates!â
He almost laughs at the thought.
Glancing at the time on his phone, he notes that sheâs almost ten minutes late. Heâll let it go just this once; âfirst-time client dealâ and all. Sheâs just lucky today is one of his slower days.
Black hair, pressed flat and shining under the sun, sways with body behind her. Itâs tucked behind her ears, showing off dangling earrings. A cropped, half-zipped sweater hangs boxy on her smaller frame and off of one shoulder, keeping her upper-half somewhat warm in this breeze.
As she gets closer, he notices the finer details of her. Like the subtle dewiness of her skin, the quiet definition of muscle beneath her moisturized skin, and the wispy lashes that perfectly frame her slender eyes.
Her pace slows as she comes to a pause before him, apprehension covering her like a shroud. Onyankopon relaxes his stance, trying to give off an air of gentleness so as to not spook her off. Then, he reminds himself that sheâs not some deer in the forest thatâll run off at the faintest sound of a twig snapping.
âH-hi, Onyankopon? Did I say it right?â
Of course, her voice is soft. Real gentle, like ⊠plush mink fabric.Â
The blow of wind barely shifts in direction, yet thatâs all he needs to smell the clean scent wafting off of her; warm and spicy, with an overall powdery essence. Not an overbearing smell. In fact, its projection is personal. Sheâd have to let him get close to smell more of it.Â
Admittedly, itâs enticing enough to lure him in.
âYeah,â he half-nods, staring down at her, conscious of making no sudden movements.Â
âOkay.â A shy piece of laughter breaks from her, the corners of her eyes crinkling as her mouth opens to let the airy sound free.Â
He gets a generous peak of her pink tongue and gums, and her white teethâa âperfectionâ in hygiene that seems naturally characteristic of her.
âI was scared I approached the wrong person,â she says, laughter dying off.Â
He wonders if she practiced this interaction. If she thought more than twice about what sheâd ask him and how sheâd ask it. Then, he tells himself to stop being a dickhead.
Sheâs not doing too bad. Someone like herâif sheâs not smoking oftenâlikely doesnât get her own weed. She probably doesnât even roll her own blunt, let alone crush the bud.Â
No, she canât risk getting anything under her nails or having her fingertips stink. Unless she uses a crusher, and not just any old crusher. It has to be cute, something pink to match her aesthetic.
âNah, you good.âÂ
His gaze dips below her face for a split second, stealing a peak at her hands. As he suspected; a soft, milky pink color is painted over square-shaped nails that barely reach over the tips of her fingers.
She nods, glancing off to the side before clearing her throat. âUmâhow much?â
âTen.â
He sees the minuscule jump in her brows as she tries to conceal her shock.Â
âHow much did she think it would cost?â
Nodding, she reaches for the tiny purse he hadnât even seen tucked beneath her right arm. She barely rifles through it for more than a second.
âYou donât gotta give cash, just Zelle it.â
She freezes, eyes wide as she looks up at him. âOh,â she mumbles. She fumbles to readjust the purse on her shoulder before getting her phone out.
The large iPhone is adorned in a powder-pink case. Her thumb does a great deal of stretching across the screen as she tries to type one-handed. She eventually gives up, using both hands.
âWhatâs your, um, number?â She stares down at her screen, thumbs hovering over the glass as they wait to enter his digits.
âYou donât wanna see the weed first?â
That same caught look returns to her face as she picks her head up. âOhâshit. Sorryââ
A dry, amused snort leaves him as he finally allows himself to smileâalbeit, a faint one. âIâm just fucking with you.â
âOh, alright,â she snorts. The tense energy in her shoulders releases a bit.
âItâs in my car, canât do this out in the open.â
She nods quickly, like she suddenly remembered the nature of this exchange. He turns to head to his car, silently calling for her to follow along. And she does.
Just a few inches from his side, he watches her from his peripheral vision. Another new thing he notices: the simplistic, earthy green slides on her feet, showing off her toes that match her nail set.
When they reach his car, he isnât surprised that sheâs stopped a few feet from it. He takes no offense to it, either. Instead, he opens his door, sliding into the driverâs seat. He does a quick reach over the console to retrieve a small dime bag from the glove box.Â
Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he toys with its seal as he nods over to her. âTake my number.â
Springing into action, she opens her phone back up to enter his number for the transaction. As he recites it, her fingers move quickly.Â
âIâm sending a dollar first.â She peers up to look at him, her shiny lips parting as she inhales. âJust to make sure itâs the right ⊠thing.â
âDo what you gotta do.â
He turns his head away to survey the sceneâcampus is quieter than usual, most students crowding the libraries or indoor lounge spaces to study for midterms.
Itâs silent for a minute before his phone pings with a deposit notice. He gives her a confirming nod when she looks at him. Soon, she sends the remaining balance, asking him âten dollars, right,â as if she didnât remember the total. He answers her anyway, unsurprised by her trepid thoroughness.Â
Before his phone can even sound with the confirmation of the remaining money sent, he outstretches his hand, offering the baggy.
She blinks, going âO-oh,â before gingerly taking it.Â
ââPreciate it,â he nods.
âThank you.â
She gives him a genial, close-lipped smile before tucking the baggy away in one of her sweater pockets and turning to leave. He doesnât check to see where sheâs going or to even watch her go.
The encounter went just about how he expected it to.Â
He canât tell if sheâd be back, though itâs not something heâd take to heart if she doesnât. Girls like her are usually one-time customers, just from experience.
As he shuts his door, his phone pings with the notice of the rest of his money. He doesnât check it, sure that sheâd sent him those nine dollars, just like she was supposed to.
He turns on the engine, shortly pulling out of the parking space to continue the rest of his day.
WARM VANILLA, SUGARY CHOCOLATE, AND ANY OTHER GOURMAND SCENT she can think of, fills the small off-campus apartment, courtesy of the women present. There isnât a moment of silence here.Â
And it helps, not having to think too hard about how sheâs still barely afloat in that class (which shall not be named); head just above water. All Ămerei wants to think about is how lit she can get tonight with her friends.
âAnd youâre sure yâall wonât get a violation for this?â
Resting across the short length of the olive green couch, Solayne watches the next woman closely, seated on the floor before her.
âGirl, yes,â Aneesa responds. Face buried in her phone, she doesnât even spare a glance. âYou know how many times me and My-My smoked in here?â
âNah, facts,â Malaysia backs up, showing all thirty-two teeth as she recounts the many times theyâve gotten away with breaking the strict off-campus apartment rules. âWe just gotta stick a towel under the front door and open some windows, weâll be good!âÂ
Her boisterous, raspy confirmation brings Solayne and Ămerei peace.
âOh, then, say less,â Solayne sighs out in relief.
âYeah, and no oneâs gonna snitch, even if they do smell it,â Aneesa adds.
Seated at the small kitchen island, Ămerei pulls an open bottle of a cranberry Prosecco wine closer to her as she watches her friends work out the plans for the night. Grabbing her cup, she replenishes on the bubbly drink as conversation continues amongst them.
âOnly thing is ⊠I'm out.â She bares her teeth in an expression of awkwardness, sucking in a breath of air. âAll I got is papers."Â
Aneesa's confession comes out with apprehension. Quickly, Solayne turns to Malaysia for hope.
"Facts," the second choice frowns, reaching to tug on a stray curl at the nape of her neck. "I do got cones, though."
"Fuck!" Solayne groans out. However, she quickly remembers Ămerei, looking to her roommate.
"Mei, you have any left?"
Malaysia and Aneesa look at their quiet friend in mild shock.Â
The unsuspecting business major gawks at them with wide eyes, like she'd been caught in headlights.Â
"Left? Girl, since when have you ever got any?" Malaysia asks, an incredulous smile on her face.
"I hooked her up with a plug," Solayne answers, popping out her tongue as she flips a good amount of braids over her shoulders.
With pursed lips, Aneesa looks her up and down, holding back a laugh. "And you look proud of it."
"Look at you," Malaysia shakes her head. "Corrupting the poor girl."
Swallowing a sip, Ămerei shakes her head, holding a hand out to catch their attention. "Hold on, she didn't corrupt me. I wanted to smokeâ"
"Tell 'em," Solayne defends.
Ignoring the interjection, Ămerei continues smoothly. "And I only bought a gram, anyway. It was supposed to be a once in a blue moon type of thing."
Malaysia raises an eyebrow, watching the other woman with skepticism as she moves to the kitchen for a drink of her own. "You rolled?"
As Ămerei turns her head away to hide the growing smirk on her glossy pink lips, the others burst out into laughter.Â
"Right," Aneesa laughs.
"Girl, you know she had me roll that shit for her when we came back from the mall,â Solayne confesses.
"I'm crying," Malaysia says, grabbing herself a cup and stealing the bottle of Prosecco.
"Well, I hope you still got that dealer's number, 'cause he's about to make a cute coin tonight." Pushing herself up from the ground, Aneesa heads for her room.
"But was his shit was good, though?" Cradling her cup, Malaysia reenters the living room space.
Ămerei nods. "Yeah, I liked it. Pretty smooth."
Solayne scoffs. "Girl, of course it was good. She got her shit from Onyankopon."
Just as those words had left her mouth, Aneesa emerged from her room, her wallet in hand. She pauses in her tracks. "Onyankopon?"
All heads turn to her, seeing the way her face screws up.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Solayne asks, eyeing the woman as she rejoins their circle.Â
She offers a weak eye roll. "Nothing, I just hate hearing about anything or anyone related to Eren." Her legs fold under her body as she takes her seat on the floor near the couch, wallet in-lap. "And what about Connie? We can't just get from him? I'm sure he'll give us, like, a discountây'know, off the strength that it's you."
Both Ămerei and Malaysia glance at each other, cracking twin smiles as they catch the subtle shade.
Solayne only waves her off. "Oh, girlâplease! And Connie not even on campus right now. He went home for the weekend."Â
Malaysia scoffs, lifting her cup to her mouth. "Yeah, your ass would know," she mumbles into it.
Solayne looks at her with faux confusion. "Something was said?"
Ămerei giggles at the two. "Guys, it's fine. I can text, um, Onyankopon." Licking her lips, a bad habit of hers whenever she gets tipsy, she plucks up her phone to go straight to Instagram.
"How much should I ask for?" she asks as she taps around on the screen, brain lagging for a micro-second between each one.
"A quarter," Solayne offers.
"Bitchâno. Ask for a half, please, Ămerei."
Solayne scowls at Malaysia. "Fucking druggie."
A mini debate over the desired quantity breaks out amongst the women. One side argues that it'd be too muchâafter all, they're only going to be smoking for the night. The other proposes that they must consider the varying tolerance of the rest.
"Guys, c'mon," Ămerei cuts in. "I don't wanna text him then leave him hangingâ"
"Relax, cry baby" Aneesa placates. "Just get the half. We'll split it, and whatever's leftover, whoever wants can get it."
Licking her lips, Ămerei begins to type in hers and Onyankopon's shared chat:
Hey
Can I get a half?
As she waits for his response, she chews at her bottom lip, careful to keep their chat open and her phone on.Â
"What did he say?" Malaysia questions, leaning over her shoulder to see.
"He didn't respond yet," she mumbles as she picks up her cup. A shallow wave of dizziness hits her, but that only tells her to drink more.
Aneesa scoffs, folding her arms across her chest. "He must not want this money then."
Solayne smirks at her. "You don't wanna buy from this man so bad."
"Ou, he just texted back!" Malaysia announces. Turning back to look at the phone, she tells Ămerei: "Tell him we want it tonight."
"Calm down, you fein," Solayne says.
Blocking out the noise around her, Ămerei reads his response.
Whn uu want it
Tonight, pls
He 'hearts' her message before shooting back a reply.
Gotchu in 20
That's good, how much is it?
Once she sees the bubbles bounce on his side of their chat, she expects to see a response half-a-second later. So, she's a little bit surprised when it doesn't come.
In fact, her surprise morphs into confusion when the bubble disappears and reappears, repeating this dance for about a minute.
"The fuck? He don't know his own prices?" Malaysia says.
Aneesa rolls her eyes. "And this is who we're supposed to be buying from?"
"Shut up," Solayne groans.
Ămerei is about to swipe out of their chat when his message finally pops in.
Picking her head up from the phone, she earns the girls' attention. "He said it's $120."
"That's not too bad," Malaysia says.
The others agree, Aneesa with less enthusiasm than the others.
"Thirty each, okaaay," Solayne nods, a growing smile on her face.
Garnering the responses, Ămerei types back.Â
That's good. Are we meeting at the same spot?
Yh
"Okay, it's set," she announces, much to the others' relief. "I just have to go pick it up by the statue on campus."
Aneesa blinks. "The statue? On campus?"
"Right, girl that's a cute ⊠twenty-minute walk right there," Malaysia adds.
"Not only thatâwhat do you mean you have to go pick it up? I hope you don't think we're letting you go out there by yourself?"
Ămerei glances around at her friends, noting the shift in energy. "I went by myself last timeâ"
"Mei, that was during the day," Solayne interjects, though she's careful to keep her voice light.
"Facts, you not about to get snatched up for some weed, going out there by yourself," Malaysia says.
Refraining from rolling her eyesâall too used to the protective nature of her friends regarding anyone belonging to their tight-knit groupâshe relents: "Okay, we'll all go, I don't care."Â
She utilizes a tired laugh to disguise her slight irritation, but it doesn't go unnoticed, not by Solayne. However, it's ignored in favor of keeping the mood high. Besides, she doesnât want to jump to any conclusions just yet.
á°
THE AIR IS PERFECT TONIGHT, far warmer than the night of their last exchangeâmore humid, too. Her baby tee clings to her skin. With every step, the air brushes against her legs like the smooth pass of a blanket.
Her friends cling to her, their natural conversation floating around them. However, she doesnât give much of her attention to their words. Instead, the brief memory of her last encounter with Onyankopon keeps her mind busy.
She questions why she was so nervous the first time. It was a simple transaction. Yet, it was all too easy for her to second-guess herself when it came to asking the right questions. Sheâs sure he could sense her nervousness, too. She likes to think that this time will be different.
As they round the corner on the path leading across the campus yard, Ămerei sees that tall figure leaning against the Universityâs trademark statue.Â
The others spot him, too.
âUgh,â Aneesa groans softly.
âOh, hush,â Solayne butts in.
As they near him, Ămerei clutches the money tighter in hand, the folded bills soft in her grasp.
Tall street lamps line the path, casting soft warm spotlights around the manicured lawn. The closer they get, she notes how his body seems to evade most of it by where he stands.
Her feet pick up in stride, thong-slippers slapping the concrete as she's pushed to the front of the group as their new lead. Eventually, space grows between her and the girls. To which they donât fail to notice, of course.
âGirl, where are you going?â Solayne asks.
A half-hearted motion is thrown in the general direction of the man, some odd-feet away, as Ămerei glances back at her. âHeâs right there!â
They finally get within a good enough range of him, and a bolt of courage strikes throughout her.
âHi,â she waves, coming to a stop before him, an easygoing smile on her lips.
Unlike last time, a durag covers the inky black waves on his headâroyal blue. He looks every bit as comfortable as he portrays himself to be: Chrome Hearts hoodie, baggy sweats, and slides on his feet.
She wonders if her request had stolen him from the comfort of his bed.
A quick nod is sent her way as he pushes himself off of the statue. âWassup.â
Going half-a-step closer, she looks up at him with low eyes. Her nose picks up the faint scent of his cologne, something sheâs never smelt before; clean, floral yet woodyâeven a hint of amber.
It almost makes her mouth water. She squeezes the money tighter. Before she lets her mouth run unfiltered, she chooses instead to lick her lips and swallow her spit.
âYou bought your friends?âÂ
The question sounds like an after-thought as he reaches down to retrieve a book bag by his feet, which she hadnât noticed.
âHuh?â She glances back at the girls, seeing them converse amongst themselves, the occasional glance shot her way. âOh, yeah,â she giggles.
As he reaches into his bag, heâs sure to keep his eyes on her.
âThey, um, they didnât want me to come alone ⊠said it was dangerous.â
A half-hearted snort comes out of him. âThey not wrong.â He pulls out a decently sized bag full of his product. The smell hits them immediately. âBut how I know yâall not here to rob me?â
As the question leaves his mouth, he hands her the bag, a faint one-sided smirk on his lips.
A laugh bursts free from her. âIâm in flip-flops. I canât run, even if I wanted to ⊠Iâm not fast.â
He hums in thought, glancing down at her toes so quick she almost misses it. âCouldâa fooled me ⊠wouldâa thought you did track or something,â he mumbles, analyzing her figure.
At the confession, her eyes almost bulge out of her head. âTrack? I wish!âÂ
If his growing smile is anything to go by, heâs definitely amused.
âI, um, I-I do Pilates.â Thereâs an attempt to hide her own grin; she chews at her bottom lip.
âYeah?â
She nods. âI wish I was more consistent, but yeah⊠Iâm sorry, you didnât ask that.âÂ
Her laugh is awkward, to say the least, yet she tries to quickly move past that; outstretching a hand, she offers him the money.
âYou cool.â He takes the rolled up bills, quickly counting the cash before shoving it in the pocket of his sweats.
She nods, clutching the bag to her chest.
For a moment, they stare back at each other, waiting for the next prompt. He goes first.
âYâall stay safe.â
She blinks, the corners of her mouth dropping just a fraction as she realizes this interaction is over.Â
âYou, too,â she nods before leaving first, heading back to her friends. She doesnât glance back at him.
As she returns to the group, Solayne is the first one she makes eye contact with.
âFinally, I thought that shit would never end,â Aneesa starts.
Malaysia rubs her hands together, shoulders bouncing with glee. âOuu, I can already smell it. Tonightâs gonna be so good!â
The journey back to the apartment doesnât feel as long.
á°
THEREâS A REASON WHY he tries to be on campus as little as possible. The slow-walkers and corny people, the dick-riding ass security guards, the useless administration, and overall atmosphere of the school is too much for him at times.
To make a long story short, Onyankopon doesnât have the patience for this.
His body twists, narrowly avoiding colliding shoulders with another student. With the quiet kiss of his teeth, he shakes his head, thinking, âThis exactly why I scheduled these classes back to back.â
He readjusts his grip on the cool grey metal of his laptop, clutching it to his chest.Â
âStupid ass nigga,â he mutters with the curl of his upper lip.
Outsideâs cool breeze is shut out as he finally enters the second campus buildingâthe location of his next class. He reaches up, readjusting his headphones over his skull-cap.Â
The journey to his next class is a short one, thankfully: a quick ride up the escalator to the second floor, a walk down the west hall to room 158, and heâs there. Nothing longer than two minutes ⊠usually.
However, this time is an exception.Â
As he steps off of the escalator, eyes scanning the large hall as they typically do, his attention catches on something.
Someone.
In a small area off to the side is a cul-de-sac of benches for student seating. And it seems that heâs just caught Ămerei getting up from the bench, as she hangs her purse over her shoulder.
Heâs not sure how to describe the emotion that fills him as he sees her glance backâin the midst of flipping her hair over her shoulderâat a guy just inches from her.
Mild shock? Surprise?
None of those words seem to qualify, because this is definitely something he shouldâve expected.
But, he doesnât remember seeing a post about a man or even a story-post involving one when he last saw her pageâabout two weeks ago when he was just curious about remembering her actual name.
Her glossed lips move at an excited pace as she turns to speak to the man, the apples of her cheeks rounded and high with a smile.Â
His attention flicks over to the man himself, who stares in her face like it would kill him to not pay attention to her for even a second.
Onyankoponâs left brow twitches.Â
Itâs not unusual for people to not post their significant other. But, it makes sense that she has a nigga, he thinks.Â
A pretty girl that keeps up with herself at all times. Her vibe gives off that sheâs a woman ofâat the very leastâsome kind of class, and sheâs got money. She keeps herself healthy, dresses good, has good hygiene, nails done, hair doneâoverall, highly attractive.
And his type.
He blinks, swallowing back at the realization. Once more, he looks at the pair, catching them at the tail-end of a hug.
âNoted.â
With practiced ease, Onyankopon turns the other way to head to class, right down the west hall.
Hey
Can I get a gram pls
THE MESSAGE FALLS DOWN ON HIS SCREEN AS HE SCROLLS THROUGH TIKTOK, currently in the middle of a compilation of basketball highlightsâhis idea of decompressing after finals. As soon as it was over, he raced back to his apartment, situated off of the campus.
Onyankopon isnât too concerned about how he performed on the test. He did too well in that class to even think he could possibly fail.
It took him a moment to recognize the username, confused as to who would be asking him for a gramâespecially knowing he doesnât sell such a small amount. His lips press together with faint irritation as he views their chat.Â
He hasnât seen Ămerei around campus since that day ⊠almost two months ago. Nor has he heard from her. Understandable. He doesnât expect to hear back from or even frequently see the people he deals to often.
Admittedly, after seeing her with that other guy, he decided to keep his eyes to himself. Even if he wasnât really looking that hard. Heâs had enough of the drama that comes with people, especially when it comes to women.
Making money and finishing college, thatâs his top priority.
was a new client deal
1 time only
Immediately after sending the message, he swipes back over to TikTok to resume his video. Heâs only granted a few seconds of peace when a new message pops up:
Oh right, sorry
An eighth then
Whn uu want it
Rn...
At the sight of the message, Onyankopon squeezes his eyes shut and releases a deep sigh.Â
So much for decompressing.
á°
ONYANKOPON FINDS HER at the usual pick up location, looking the most stressed heâs ever seen her. He has to admit, heâd much rather see a smile on that face instead of a pout.
With furrowed brows, she stares off at nothing in particular. All the while, the tip of her thumb is pushed in between her lips, jaw working as she nibbles on her manicure.
He doesnât announce his presence, only walks up to her. And upon seeing him, the tension in her narrow shoulders eases some.
âHey,â she breathes out, taking a half-step towards him.
His hand clutches the strap of his book bag a bit tighter. âWassup.âÂ
A tiny sigh falls from her lips as she looks off to the side. âNothing, really ⊠just stress, honestly.â
A curt hum leaves him as he brings his bag around to his front to get out the baggy.
âYâknow, with, like ⊠finals, and everythingâŠâ
He nods. âFelt that.â
She peers up at Onyankopon, watching his face closely for any small signs of irritation. He shows none. However, she does notice something sheâd never seen beforeâthe small tattoo printed near his left ear.
âIt was just so hard this semester, likeâŠâ she groans, looking off to the side again. âI donât know. Sometimes I feel like Iâm not cut for this college stuff.â
She chews at her bottom lip, partly noting his silence.
âYeah,â he shrugs. âAinât nothing new, though.â Casually, he hands off the weed.
âNo, I know, butâŠâ Another sigh. âBut thisâitâs too much. Especially this round of finals. I honestly felt like ⊠no matter how hard I studied, I still couldnât understand anything. Like ⊠my professor was so terrible! I justâugh. I honestly want to get so fucking high I canât even remember how bad I just bombed this final. I know I failed it.â
Her head drops in her hands, and Onyankopon is at a loss for words. The corners of his lips twitch as heâs actively trying to decide whether he should laugh or at least attempt to console her.
âI mean ⊠you canât be talking like that ⊠or thinking like that.â
His voice picks her head up out of her hands.Â
They stare at each other, each waiting to see who will move the ball first. Onyankopon almost cracks first.
Almost.
âDo ⊠do you smoke?â
Confusion flashes across his face as the topic switch almost throws him off.
âUh ⊠occasionally?â
She nods, staring up at him with big eyes that seem to be soaking up everything in her line of sightâhim.
âI only asked because ⊠yâknow, you ⊠do thisââ She gestures to the baggy in her grasp. âH-how often do you do itâsmoke?â
He shrugs again. âNot much...â
Another nod, and itâs quiet again, but only for a very brief bit of time.
âSorryâdo youâdid you have finals?â
He makes a face, brows scrunching up as the corners of his lips quirk up.
âI know you sell to people on campus, soââ She shakes her head. âThat was a stupid question. I meant, what class did you have finals for?â
Hands in his pockets now, Onyankopon looks down at her. Eye contact is sparse at this point. Her fingers comb through the ends of her hair.
âWhy you asking all these questions?â
That gets her attention; Her eyes bulge out of her head as she gawks up at him, seemingly having forgotten herself.
âSorry, I was just curiousâyou donât have to answer if you donât want to!â
Under his stare, she shrinks in on herself, even begins to create a bit of space between them.
âI didnât mean to, like, pry into your businessââ
âYou smoking alone?â
The question is enough to throw her off. Her brain shoots off about a hundred different thoughts before sheâs able to stammer out an answer.
âYeah ⊠w-why?â
Heâs quiet for a while, but itâs obvious that an idea has been set in motion. She can see it in his eyes.Â
âTryna chill with me?â
á°
âYOU DIDNâT SAY YOU LIVED HERE, my friends live in this building.â
Those words almost tumbled their way out of her mouth. Until she overthought it and predicted his âwould-beâ response: âWhy would I tell you where I lived?â That was enough to keep her quiet.
Oblivious to the metaphorical cloud hanging over Ămereiâs head, Onyankopon leads the way into his apartment.Â
His statureâtall with broad shouldersâhides her view of his place for a moment. In that very short period of time, the pleasant scent of his home hits her nose.
The layout is similar to Malaysia and Aneesaâs apartment. The familiarity offers a bit of comfort.
Yet, itâs not enough to push her shoulders down or take the stiffness out of her gait. Following behind him, she is the living definition of meekness. Her palms sweat as they hold on tight to the baggy of weed she has yet to pay for.
âNo shoes in the house,â he says, veering off to the side to toe-off his own.
Silently, she nods, removing her sneakers and setting them down near the door.
âYou could sit on the couch if you want.âÂ
She glances over at the short sofa, littered with two small stuffed toysâa mini Mario and Luigi pairâsitting at opposite ends.
"Oh, that's cute." The words slip from her mouth without much of a thought.
"Huh?" He glances back to see her heading for the couch, reaching out for one of the stuffed toys. "Oh, shit, yeah," Onyankopon chuckles.
Stealing a spot, Ămerei easily plops down with the tiny Luigi in her hands. And she doesn't plan on letting him go any time soon. She pinches and twists at his little arms, even rubbing the pads of her thumbs over his smooth felt, as she watches Onyankopon move with absolutely no hurry around his home.Â
She keeps trying to predict when he'll join her on the couch. Whenever he gets close enough for her to think so, her heart rate spikes, before she's flooded with both relief and disappointment as he walks away.
"You want something to drink?"
A light hum leaves her as she pretends to think. "What do you have?"
"Orange juice, water ... some orange Fanta."
"Um..." She rubs her lips together in thought, refusing to look up at him. "Mh ... no. It's okay."
"A'ight."
The soft padding of his feet melts away as he leaves the living room. In his time of absence, Ămerei wills herself to relax, even by just a little bit.
As sheâs caught in the throes of trying to get her shoulders toâat the very leastânot to hike up, Onyankopon reemerges with full hands.
"You could sit back, y'know. You not gon' get in trouble."
It takes half of a second for the joke to get to her. When it finally does, the corners of her eyes wrinkle as a gentle smile pulls at her face. "Oh, okay, sorry," she laughs lightly, pushing herself back onto the couch.
"You good," he mumbles, making his way over.Â
On the short coffee table between the couch and TV, he sets down a rolling tray holding the necessary supplies needed for a smoke session.Â
Although the couch is short, Onyankopon makes an effort to keep some distance between them, trying his best to give her a comfortable amount of space.
"You could roll?" He asks, bringing the tray into his lap and grabbing his crusher.
She glances down at his hands as he prepares his weed. "No. I just have my friends do it."
A scoff, partnered with the gentle shake of his head. "Knew it." A faint smirk lines his lips.
"Shut up.âÂ
She tries not to let her laughter linger for too long, however, her overthinking is done in vain as Onyankopon mumbles out yet another line.
âYou and them girly-ass nails ⊠canât mess âem up, right?â
She blinks, her brain making an effort to keep up with this newfound trait of playful teasing within the stoic man. âW-well, of course not.â
His eyes stay glued to the paper in his fingers as he packs it with the crushed weed. âYeah, they too ⊠expensive, right? Just like all the other ⊠shit you got on.â
Her glossy lips are parted, and they remain that way. Her gaze is no longer passive, but searching now. Searching for some kind of a reason for this teasing, and if it is truly playful.
A quiet scoff comes from him, just before he rolls the paper to form the first blunt.
âYou pay for all that yourself?â
The rise and fall of her chest is more noticeable in the quiet that settles between them; him waiting on her answer, and her waiting on him to announce that heâs just playing with her.
âAre you trying to ask if I have my own money?â
His lips press together in a simple smile, almost like heâs laughing with himself, just before he lifts the blunt to his mouth to lick.
âThat ainât what I asked.â
Itâs quiet as he finally seals the blunt.Â
Their eyes meet.
He catches a flash of recognition across her face.
âThere she go,â he thinks, suppressing a smirk.
âI doâŠâ
Onyankopon grabs the lighter before reaching forward to place the tray down on the table. Sitting back on the couch, he rolls the flame beneath the blunt, turning it over the tiny fire.
She expects him to say something, another response to her answer, maybe? A new topic?
But, nothing comes.
All discussion goes out of the window as Onyankopon lights the packed blunt. He takes the first hit with ease. He only needs about two more pulls before he leaves it hanging between his lips to outstretch a hand her way.
âHm.â
She looks down, seeing his palm open for something. She glances back up to catch him nodding towards the baggy beneath her arm.
âOhâŠâ She passes the bag over to him.
Wordlessly, she watches him take out the bud heâd sold her to crush down. It sort of impresses her, how fast heâs able to roll a blunt. And when itâs done, he lights it before carefully handing it over to her.
âThank you.â
He nods lazily as she takes her first puff.Â
ââThank you.ââ
The soft, high-pitched voice almost makes her choke. She pulls the blunt from her lips, face twisted in a mixture of confused amusement. âDid you just ⊠mock me?â
A small grunt leaves him as he readjusts to sit more comfortably on the couch and face her. Heâs got an arm resting atop the back cushion, blunt in hand. He exhales the smoke through his nose.
âYou got some good manners.â
Thereâs a calmness present in his voice that makes goosebumps rise on her skin.
His legs are spread wider. If he were to move by just an inch, their knees would bump together. The proximity alone is enough to make her slightly dizzy.
ââCan I get a gram, please?ââ He takes a pull. ââOnyankoponâdid I say it right?ââ
A chuckle brews in his chest as her own embarrassment makes itself known on her face.
âOh my gosh,â she laughs shyly, hiding the lower half of her face behind a hand. âStop, I was being polite.â
He scratches at his chin, blunt dangling between his plump lips.Â
âYeah ⊠you a good girl.â
A gentle wrinkle disturbs the smoothness between her brows. The urge to disprove him rears its head within her. She opens her mouth to retort, but he stops her before she can get the chance.
âDonât gotta deny it,â he shrugs with the simple shake of his head. âItâs cool âŠâ
Weakly, she rolls her eyes. âBut why do I have to be that, though? I canât just be normal?â
âYou is. You a normal ⊠good girl.â As he emphasized the word, Onyankopon made sure to keep eye contact.Â
Her upper lip twists ever so slightly. It almost makes him laugh. Even her most sour face is politeâhardly offending. Even just chilling on his couch, her poster is straight and her head is held high.
âNah, matter factâyou more like a princess.â
Ămerei gawks at the word. âA princess?â
His lips twitch into a smirk, clearly having fun with this.
âStopââ She outstretches a hand towards him. âStop playing with me.â But her attempt at strict delivery falls flat as a giggle bubbles out of her.
Onyankopon kisses his teeth, taking a hit as he turns his head away. âActing all properâŠâ He exhales a thin cloud of smoke.Â
âBet you always follow the rules and shit ⊠handing in your homework on time, studying for testsââ
âLike a regular student,â she defends.
Nevertheless, he continues: âParents donât even gotta worry about you going away for college.â
âIâm grown?â She raises a brow, a half-smile on her lips.
âRight, a âgrown,â goody-two-shoes ⊠probably canât even take dick.â
The statement almost feels like a stab to the chestâunexpected. Tingles echo through her skin. Those soft-spoken words shut her up immediately, and any semblance of a smile is wiped off of her face.
âMatter factâŠâ Onyankopon rasps. He reaches forward to ash his blunt on the tray, moving at a relaxed, unrushed pace. âI know you canât take dick.â
When he sits back, his eyes bore into her again. âToo good to just fuck on any random ass nigga, right?â
She peers down at her hands as she plays with a ring on one of her fingers. For a moment, she loses herself in thought as she twists the dainty metal around.
âWell ⊠Iâm glad itâs so obvious that I donât have sex.â
The words come out in almost a soft mumble. Yet, theyâre loud enough to break him out of his weed-induced spell as he sits up just a little bit straighter, a rift appearing between his brows seconds before they lift up high.Â
âWhat you mean?â
A quiet groan slips from her. âIâm a virgin ⊠duh.â
For his reaction, she watches him closely out of the corner of her eye. And she canât lie to herself, what she notices gives her a sense of ⊠disappointment?
Onyankopon sits up entirely, turning his body away from her to look forward. His legs no longer spread as wide as before, increasing the amount of space between them.
âIs he ⊠not interested anymore?â
It throws her brain for a loop how quick he switched up on her. Was she not supposed to say that? Itâs not like she was broadcasting the news to himâhe started it!
Her chest caves in the longer she sits in this suffocating silence. She doesnât even know what to say.
The blunt is fizzling out between her fingers, the paper itself growing damp from how much her hand sweats.
âUmââ
âYou watching any shows right now?â
Ămerei doesnât allow herself to remain stunned for longer than a second before sheâs giving a nonverbal response; a shake of the head.
âAâight,â he groans, reaching forward to grab the remote.Â
He goes silent as he sifts through his Hulu account, flipping through titles to see what can best fit the vibe for this hangout (and even resuscitate it).Â
âI-is there a problem?â
His eyes donât stray from the screen before them, the TV speaker emitting low clicks as he moves onto the next title. âNahâŠâ
Her eyes narrow. âWhyâd you get quiet when I said Iâm a virgin, then?â
He takes a slow inhale, finger freezing on the remote. Thereâs a handful of seconds before he spares her a brief sideways glance.
âYou not watching any shows right now?â
Confusion and irritation twists her face up as she glares at him. âSo, youâre just gonna be weird now?â
The sigh that leaves Onyankopon only offends her further. âIâm just tryna find something to watch. We donât gotta talk about nothingââ
âBullshit.â She sits up straighter in her spot on the couch, leaning over to get in his face. âI know Iâm a virgin, but Iâm not stupid. I know youâre interested in me ⊠kind of. At least, I am. Obviously, thatâs why I came over here, and itâs probably why you invited me over here, too.â
âListenââ
âLike, why would I come to a random guyâs apartment just to smoke with him? I know what the fuck people do in situations like these.â
He refrains from showing his mild shock at her change in demeanor. Nevertheless, he faces her as he tries his best attempt at showing remorse. âYou seemed cool, maybe I was just tryna chill with you. Thatâs what you came over here to do?â
Her gaze falters under his own, and her shoulders curl in tighter around her. With a shrug, Ămerei confesses, âI just wanted to ⊠try something new.â
His âguiltâ melts into something else: amusement. All there is to show for it is the ghost of a smirk on his lips. âTry something new? Thatâs ⊠funny.â
His words regain her eye contact, and just as easily she shrugs off her humility for anger. âIâm just going to leave.â Ămerei puts out her blunt and pockets it before reaching for whatâs left of her uncrushed weed. âClearly you think ⊠Iâm some little fucking girl, and Iâm not gonna sit here and be treated like thatââ
âHolâonââ
âNo, Iâll just goââ
As she prepares to stand, he reaches out an arm to keep her in her seat.
âCalm down, justââ Yet another sigh is released as he assesses the situation. âYou being a virgin isnât ⊠a issue. I just ⊠Iâm not tryna be the guy that you get firstââ
âWhy? Because Iâll get attached?â She says the words with air quotes. âPlease,â she scoffs. Her arms cross over her chest as she falls back against the couch cushions.
Staring at her, Onyankopon licks at his back molars as he weighs his options with this situation. Catching his eyes, Ămerei staunchly raises a brow in questionâin challenge, actually.
âAâight, you wanna fuck?â He nods to himself, shifting in his seat. âFine, we could do that.âÂ
It takes a second too long for her brain to get a firm grasp of his words. âWhaâa-are youâreally?â
An unflinching stare is the only answer he gives her.
With apprehension, her arms unfold to push herself up higher. âO-okay ⊠um.â She swallows. âA-are you clean?âÂ
He wants to laugh, but keeps it at bay. âNo, I donât got nothing. You wanna get tested before we do something?â
âNoâŠ?â She doesnât acknowledge his sarcasm, she doesnât think she can. âIf thatâs fine with you?â
He shrugs, eyes softening as he looks at her changing demeanor. âIâm cool.â
The gentle sound of his voice and the heat of his stare boils her in her seat. âWhere ⊠should we start?â
His eyes travel to the object of his thoughts: her lips. âI could kiss you?â
Her mouth parts with a silent stutter of words she has yet to mumble. âY-yeah,â she nods.
Turning his head, Onyankopon ducks in to press his lips against hers. It almost makes her dizzyâthem finally touching. Not too wet, his lips are perfectly moist as they slide over her own.
Whereas he moves smooth and fluid, her lips remain pursed against his own, frozen with timidity. And then the wet smooches of each kiss are so loud in her ears, itâs all she can hear.
As he opens his mouth further, he lightly laughs against her. âYou gotta kiss back.â
âI am.â
He pulls back to stare at her fully. âYou not.â
Brows pulling together, she looks off to the side with a frown and a huff. âWell ⊠itâs awkward.â
âWhaâhow you expect to fuck if you canât handle this?â
Her eyes dart back over to him, growing wide. âI can handle a kiss! Itâs just quiet as hell, and I donât only wanna hear us kissing! Then, itâs just awkward only using our ⊠lips, likeâugh. Canât we just use tongue?â
âAâight, if thatâs what you wanna do,â he scoffs. âWas tryna ease you into it.â
She doesnât say anything as she rolls her eyes. Instead, she surges forward to smash her lips against his. This time, she moves with an eagerness that screams sheâs trying to prove herself.Â
And, honestly ⊠she uses just a little too much teeth.
Yet ⊠Onyankopon canât find it in himself to be annoyed or even the slightest bit peeved. Instead, itâs kind of cute to him how ⊠not great she is at this.
But, of course, heâs still a man; His cradle of her jaw is light, yet guiding as he tilts her head and holds it in its new position, granting him the perfect access to slip his tongue inside.Â
The muscle is velvety smooth and wet; addicting. Her fingers clutch awkwardly at the closest parts of his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the action of sucking on him.
Maybe she knew what she was talking about. Onyankopon revels in feeling her body sag against his, the warmth of her more apparent the longer they continue. Even her kissing is more relaxed, slow and perfect.
His hand sinks to her neckânot squeezing. Just ... holding. He pulls back by just a fraction, peeling his dark brown eyes open to stare down at her through his lashes as he laves at her bottom lip.
The pretty pink skin glistens with their spit, bouncing with the release of pressure as he lifts his tongue. As she opens her eyes, the fresh wispy set of lashes framing them so perfectly, the kiss drunk gaze she's got makes something in his stomach drop.
'Fuck it,' is all he thinks before dragging her light frame on top of him. Their lips are back on each other without another thought. In fact, their brains buzz with excitement.Â
Neither of them can stop.
The only coherent thought he formulates, is the realization of her heartbeat. Her pulse beats like a bunny rabbit's beneath his thumb. His fingers twitch as he barely stops himself from squeezing any tighter.
He's moving purely off of instinct, already knowing which actions to take; his lips veer off of hers, traveling down to the side of her face, underneath her ear, and the column of her neck.
Her mouth hangs open, puffing out swathes of air; it feels empty, missing the feel of something in it.
The hand at her neck slides behind her to cup the back of her head. He pushes her body closer into his. Ămerei's hands clutch his shirt tighter when his lips press firm into the heat of her skin and suck, pulling a hoard of blood just beneath the thin skin.
Yet, the pull isn't strong enough, and she catches herself almost whining out in complaint. When he releases her from his mouth with a weak pop, he licks over the clean skin, pleased that he hadn't left a mark.
In his arms, Ămerei shifts ever so slightly, but it's enough for her to feel him beneath his pants, pressing into the seat of her ass.
'Fuck, I'm really gonna do this,' she thinks to herself.
"Your heart beating fast," he whispers in her ear, his voice sounding distant.
She swallows. "Sorry."
"Don't be."
Before she can think of a response, his hands grip her thighs firmly. In the blink of an eye, she's suspended in the air, held up in his arms as her feet dangle at his sides.
She doesn't ask anything as he whisks her away from the living room, the couch shrinking over his shoulder as they head down the short but dark hallway and towards another room.
The bedroom.
It smells just as good as the living room, but a different scent. One softer, cleaner. The only messy thing in here is his bed, as it was left unmade.
She doesn't judge him, though. She can't remember the last time she's made hers either.
Those thoughts are quieted as she's set down on the pillowy bundle of his comforter. As her back sinks into the gentle warmth, she's engulfed in his natural scent: a faint, manly musk with an air of powdery cleanliness.Â
She half expects his body to already be on top of hers. Instead, he's standing over her, looking down at her with eyes full of an alertness she hadn't expected.
"What happened?"
"You wanna do this? Like, actually?"
She's nodding, sitting up on her elbows to get a better look at him. "Yes, I want to ... you don't?" The beginnings of her brows itch to pull to each other.
"Nah, I do. I'm just making sure ... don't need nobody crying 'cause I took they virginityâ"
"Which is a social construct," she sasses, softly jerking her neck as she does so. "And youâre not taking anything. So stop talking about it, and let's go."
He can't lie, she got that one. All he can offer is a scoff and the shake of his head. "You keep talking like you Billy Badass."
A grin teases at her lips. "Then shut me up."
He pauses for a moment, staring at her as he decides on what he should do to her first. One hand at the hem of his pants, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip. "You just let me know when it gets too much."
His hushed tone gets her wetter, she can feel it. All she gives is a nod of her head.
"Take your clothes off for me."
"Okay," she breathes out, pushing herself to sit up on her knees.Â
Her capris came off first, leaving her in the pistachio green panties she decided to throw on today. Next is her sweater, which she throws softly to the floor. And then, it's her camisole.
Onyankopon doesn't try to be polite or chivalrous, there's no reason to hide how he feels; his gaze is exactly where he wants it to be.
He reaches out a hand before he can think, warm fingers cradling the side of her ribcage as he runs his thumb over the pert hill of her left boob, lazily playing with the taut, almost maroon nipple.
"Perky ass lil' titties."
Her spine bows, pushing them further into his touch. "Shut up," she mumbles, her lips pulling around her pretty teeth as she canât keep herself from spilling a smile.
âMhm,â he hums, moving his hand to hold her jaw and angle her chin up.
His low-lid stare has her feeling stuck in the spotlight. Ămerei canât tell if she loves all of the attention or if sheâs too shy for it.
âWhy you still got them fucking panties on?â
Her breath hitches, hearing his soft voice harden around the profanity.
âI-I thought you were gonna take them off,â she says softly.
Kissing his teeth, his hand falls away from her face, leaving the skin cold. âYou really think you a fucking princess.â
There was no malice in his tone at all.
Before she can even fake a frown, he gently pushes her back down on the bed. Her mouth hangs open, speechlessly watching as he softly hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear. He stares for a moment, before he even thinks to pull them down.
Between her legs, he takes heed to how the thin fabric sticks to the curves of her pussy, showing what usually goes unseen. Only slightly does he pull them up, just to further pronounce the outline of her folds. And thatâs when he sees the small wet spot previously hidden.
âWhatâs wrong?â
The fear in her voice is poorly hidden.Â
âNothing, you good.â
His smile matches that of his tone: plain and simple.
Without much more delay, Onyankopon takes great care in ridding her of her underwear. The small garment in his hands, he begins folding it with the tips of his fingers, like itâll rip if he pulls at them too hard.
âScoot back,â he nods in the direction he wants her to go, just before placing the folded underwear on his dresser.
Ămerei shifts to the middle of the bed, Onyankopon moving into the new space she made for him.
His hands get her by the underside of her legs, pushing them back against her stomach. As he lowers himself between them, she doesnât lean back, only staying on her elbows to watch with ⊠morbid curiosity.
Once again, he halts, concern befalling his face. âYou good with this?âÂ
She nods, chewing at her bottom lip as worry brings her brows together. âY-yeah, Iâm just ⊠kinda scared? Not of you, but, like ⊠w-what if I, like âŠ. stink?âÂ
He laughs softly. âYou donât.âÂ
âI donât?â
He quirks an eyebrow. âWas you supposed to?â
Her eyes widened. âNoâno! I was justâugh, nevermind, keep going. Sorry.â
For a moment, Onyankopon eyes her, searching for any signs that he should stop. âDo you wanna do this?â
âYes,â she nods eagerly, never breaking eye contact.
âSo lay back, then.â He kisses his teeth, hoping to calm her nerves with a playful tone. âMoving like you supervising me.â
She only rolls her eyes, her back sinking into the sheets.
Face to face with her second set of lips, Onyankopon canât say that heâs surprised with what heâs seeing, only pleased by the sight of her. A clit, swollen with arousal, heading the curtains of her inner labia which come to peek past her lips.
Right above it, he places a soft smooch on the hill of her mound, feeling the hot and smooth skin under his lips. Then one right beneath it, where her lips part. Just in the crook of her leg and hip, he plants another kiss there.Â
The hitch in her breath is complimented by a subtle flex of her inner leg muscles.
âYou ticklish?â
Her hands, awkwardly tucked at her sides, twist the sheets beneath them as she stares up at the ceiling. âU-um, not reallyââ
Pressing his tongue to the opening of her pussy, Onyankopon flattens it against her, barely dipping inside. But, he doesnât let it linger, as he licks a long, wide stripe all the way to her clit.
Her stomach sucks in and her hips press into the bed, thighs fighting to close around him.
âO-ohââ
Another lick pulls his lips over her clit, slowly rolling his tongue over it. âHm?â
âMmâI donâtââ She shakes her head, eyelids lowering by the second.
He pulls back, creating a soft smooch sound, then another lick. All before he pulls her clit back into the warmth of his mouth to suckle on.
âMh ⊠mmh ⊠mh, uh ⊠uhââ
His lips tighten around her as he holds in a laugh. He readjusts his grip to better handle her hips as they rock against his face.
âYes ⊠mhâplease,â she pants out. She licks at her drying lips, only for her mouth to drop open again as he continues to suck at her clit.
Her knuckles pale, hands twisting and pulling at the sheets as she bears the feeling of his tongue flicking against her clitâeach one pushing her towards a familiar feeling.
At the back of her head, the sound of her own voiceâmoaning in a way that sheâs never heard beforeâis honestly ⊠embarrassing.Â
But, she canât bring herself to care. Not with how he has her folded up and shaking against his face. Â
She can feel his chin moving against her, almost digging into the underside of her thighs, and perfectly so. Right above his head, her ankles cross and her feet arch.
He switches his tempo, tongue swirling circles on it. That pulls a shiver out of her.
âHmmm, mmh, mhââÂ
Using all of the strength she can muster, Ămerei pushes her hips upwards to rut against his face, chasing after a fastly impending climax.
And sheâs so eager for it, she doesnât even notice the shifting of his hips against the bed. How contained heâs trying to be. How hard he tries to not to let it be known that he enjoys getting his face fucked by a pretty girl.Â
Her thighs press harder against the sides of his head, drowning him in the sweet scent of the lotion that coats her skin.
âOohââ
Her body jumps, tightening as her body flutters, and her own release leaks down her middle.Â
As he licks at her, a clammy palm pushes against his forehead. He clutches tighter as she squirms beneath him, broken laughter spilling from her mouth.
âFuck, stop, stop!â She twists and turns, twisting to slip out of his grasp.
Letting go of a soft chuckle himself, he releases her out of mercy. âYou didnât wanna continue,â he asks, sitting up, a grin on his wet lips.
Through hooded eyes, Ămerei watches him as she tries to regain her composure. She notices a speck of her cum on his chin just before he wipes the bottom half of his face with his shirt.
âThat was good for you?â As Onyankopon talks, he comes to stand up.
Immediately, her eyes fall below his waist. Straight to the print in his pants that is impossible to ignore. Wordlessly, she nods, her stare unmoving.
The corners of his mouth raise into a grin as he hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his pants and drags them downwards. It pops out as it's freed from his clothes.Â
In her eyes, his dick bobs in slow motion, solid and stiff in the air.
She struggles to get a good breath in as he rejoins her back on the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her.
âLook at me.â
Her mouth opens, but no words come out. Her attention is wrangled in by the soft grip he adopts on her chin. He tilts her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
âTell me how you felt.â
She blinks herself out of a daze, just barely realizing the soothing rub of his thumb against her chin. âItâIâg-good.â
A soft snort leaves him. âYeah? It was good?â
She nods, growing bashful again. As she ducks her head, she subtly jerks back, having almost brushed the tip of his dick with her lips. She looks back up at him, noting the almost expectant look on his face.
âYou wanna suck it?â
âMhâIâŠâ
She glances at it again. Sepia blooms over the crown of it. The tip is blunt and wide, a perfect surface just inviting her to curl her tongue around it.
A thought flashes in her mind as she wonders how many women have had him in their mouths. How many women have made him cum, and how fast. How much ⊠better theyâd be at it than her.
With a thick swallow, she peers back up at him. âNotâI donât think I could do it this time.â
He nods, the grin on his face unchanging. âAâight, thatâs okay.â
Bending down, he plants a kiss on her cheek, then, one on her neck. âLay back, again,â he whispers to her.
âWhy,â she questions, leaning back anyway as she watches him lower himself to her side.Â
âPut your legs up.â
Thereâs a buzzing present in her brain, like sheâs moving on autopilot. And it feels so good. Hence why, she doesnât think twice when he whispers a command, performing the action as she speaks to fill the space.
She curls her legs into her chest once again, tucking her manicured hands beneath her knees, just to have something to hold onto. Yet still, thereâs ample space for him to slide a hand between her thighs. Right where her lips are pushed together.
âG-go slow, please,â she urges timidly.
He doesnât mind her words as he runs his fingers through the plush skin of her lips. Slow and soft, teasing her as he gets the tips of them wet. Theyâre relaxed, petting.Â
Her eyelids start to grow heavy, limbs relaxing into the mattress as he rubs messy circles over the bundle of nerves between her legs. The walls of her pussy hug themselves as they flutter from his touch.Â
Even as heâs right thereânot daring to pull awayâher hips chase after his touch. They stutter and roll beneath him.
Her head lolls to the side, eyes barely open as he stares down at her falling apart.
âThis good?â
âMmmhm,â she nods lazily, moaning softly into his arm.
âThis how you want it? You gotta tell me.â
Her legs quiver. He feels a trickle further wet his hand.
âY-yes,â she whispers, the sound barely slipping out past her lips.
âHm?â
The pads of his fingers rub so perfectly against the small pearl, overwhelming her with their gentle roughness.Â
âYesss, Ony,â she weeps, her face contorting in desperate pleasure as she nods against him. âYessââ
A gentle gasp slices her plea in half; a finger, long and thick, slides through her lips and pushes in, gliding easily. It almost takes another moan from her.
And as that thick, long finger dives deeper, it presses right up against that spot perfectly inside of her. So deep that the knuckle of his hand presses to her opening with a soft squish.
âMhm,â he hums, peering between her legs as he pulls that finger out. But, only about halfway before heâs pushing back in to hear her body croon around him. He pulls out again.
It doesnât surprise him, seeing the thin, slimy film coating his skinâviscous and sticky. Itâs built up in some spots more than others.
âCreaming already.â
Before she has the chance to get bashful at the off handed comment, heâs sliding his finger right back in, the tip of it just kissing her g-spot.
The pressure is a dull ache that knocks something deep in her tummy.
Her eyes roll shut, shoulders tensing up as her body tries to handle the steady strength of his finger fucking into her. It curls so perfectly in her, pushing against her walls. And yetâŠ
âM-more,â she whimpers.
âMore?â
She nods, the crease in her brows deep as her eyes fall closed. She doesnât even see the way his lips curve upwards as he kisses his teeth.
âWasnât you just begging me to go slow?â
His question doesnât get a real answer, only an irritated whine.
âHuh?â As he works his finger in and out of her, always aiming to hit that one spot, her body gurgles around them, splishing against him. âThat wasnât you?â
Thereâs an effort to keep her lips pressed together, even as her eyes roll back at the feeling of someone digging her out in the most pleasant way possible. âMhâPlease.â The word drags from her mouth, weighed by an attitude that reeks of entitlement.
He doesnât mind it. Without a second thought, he gives her just what she asks for, pushing his ring finger in right alongside the middle one. A moan that perfectly encapsulates utmost satisfaction leaves her lungs as her body welcomes him.
Sheâs sopping, her walls velvety and soft. They mold around his fingers as he presses into the spot right behind her bladder.
âOuu ⊠shit,â her voice drags, cracked and heavy. Above his head, her feet arch like theyâre in Louboutins. Her hips twitch, thighs shuddering perpetually.
Sheâs a vision that he has to sit up further to see in its entirety. He licks his lips, trying to get a trace of her taste again as her cream seeps around his hand.Â
âYou feel that?â
Bunched up together, her eyebrows donât separate. She can only manage a weak nod. Her body offers no friction, welcoming him in with weeps of milky arousal all over the intruding fingers.
âFuck,â he groans to himself, shifting on his knees. âWhy you creaming like that?â
His answer is a shaky mewl as her thighs tremble around his wrist. Square acrylics with perfect corners bite into the skin of her legs as her grip only hardens.
His mind is on its own bender, this sight enough of a drug to last him the entire evening. Onyankopon doesnât question the next thought that pops into his head, he only does it.
With too much ease, he slips a third finger in, curious to see how much she can take.Â
There is no resistance.Â
No struggle.
No hiss of pain or tightening to stop him.Â
Just pretty pink walls, bending and stretching to accommodate the weight and size of three big fingers.
âShe greedy like that, huh? Been starving⊠Why you kept her waiting this long, Ămerei?â He bends down close to push his face into her neck, lips right at her ear. âHm?â Her pussy spurts around him, the sound of wet clicks accenting his words. âTell me.â
Her whimpers are too perfect. Anyone could hear them, and here she is, making all of this noise about his fingers. How does she expect to take his dick?
âWanted to wait until someone could do you right, hm? Give you some princess treatment,â he teases.
He runs his lips, slowly, down her neck and up the hill of a breast. At its peak, he laves at a pearled nipple before suckling. Her hips cant against him, like theyâve been brought back to life.
Heâs relentless, fucking her good enough so that she doesnât even notice when he grabs the condomâonly slipping his hand out to tear open the aluminum packet. Thatâs when she finally has a clear enough head to open her eyes.
To look up.
Her eyes go wide.
âW-woahâwait.â
He freezes, the condom having already been rolled half-way down his dick.
Her eyes flit up to his face, almost shocked by the concern splashed across his face.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI ⊠I justâŠâÂ
She takes another peak at him, noting the way the latex stretches thin around his tip. Thereâs only one hand around himself, but Ămerei can tell that itâs feasible for him to grip it with two. It curves just slightly to the left. A small web of veins, laying just under the skin, ribs the length of his shaft.
âLook, we donât gotta do thisââ
âI do. I ⊠I do, just ⊠please, go slow.â
âOkay, Ămerei. I heard you,â he stresses. âIâm not doing nothing you not okay with, aâight?â
She nods, still looking between his legs. Her gaze is torn away when thereâs a hand at her chin, pushing her head up.Â
âI hear you.â
She nods again, rather stiffly this time, on account of the hand still at her chin. And yet, he gently squeezes her in reprimand.
âSomething hurts, say it. Donât gimme that fake-moaning shit if you donât like it, âcause Iâma be able to tell.â
âOkay,â she whispers.
He scours her face for a moment.Â
âOkay.â He releases her face to finish putting the condom on. âLay back ⊠I ainât gonâ tell you again,â he mumbles, voice less stern than it had been in the last minute or so.
Swallowing back her fears, Ămerei does as told. He doesnât give her room to ruminate. Or, he gives her no space to, rather; his face is back in hers.
There are kisses dropped one after the other on her lips, as a knee of hers is lifted and pressed against her stomach.Â
âLook at youââ a kiss. ââdoing all that worrying ⊠Like you donât got me this fucking hard.âÂ
Ămerei holds in a gasp as the weight of his tip drops against her lips with a firm tap. She jumps at the impact. It surprises her, thatâs for sure, feeling how solid he is.
He looks in her eyes seeing the lust bloom behind her shrinking apprehension. Taking his hand off of himself, Onyankopon gently grabs her other hand to place it around his dick, so that she can see for herself.
âFeel that?â he breathes out as she makes a clumsy fist around him. Her hand is so soft. Itâs almost a shame. âAinât even have you suck my shit, but you got me giving you dick.â
His stare is unflinching. Her hand tingles, like itâs in shock at how he feels in her grasp. It almost makes her head hurt, noting how even if she really tried, one hand wonât be enough to fully hold him.
âThatâs what you used to ⊠getting everything you want, w-without having to do nothing for it, hm?â
He can make a comment about how easy itâll be to split her openâheâs definitely thinking it. But, Onyankopon watches his words. Tries to keep it tame for her sake.
She bites at her lower lip, nodding shyly as she tries to hide her face in her shoulder.
âDonât get shy, I ainât shaming you. Sâwhat you used toâŠâ Staring down at her, he licks at his lips before nodding down to where she holds him. âBut you gonâ do some work today. Rub it in, câmon.â
Huffing softly, Ămerei tightens her grip as she takes the reigns. Onyankopon pulls his hand away, using it to aid in his balance above her.
Where she would typically have a comeback, Ămerei keeps her mouth shut. Her thoughts are hazy, body too eager to make contact with him.
Her eyelids lay low, bottom lip tucked neatly between the rows of her teeth as she gently swipes the head of his dick against herself. It brings a shudder out of her, the feeling akin to the licks heâd given her just moments ago.
âHeavy,â she thinks. Thick and weighted, like heâs carrying a pipe between his legs.
Itâs slow, her movements, as her body gradually wakes to the feeling of his dick against her. But, itâs inevitable that she starts to gain some sort of confidence, especially when he hums in encouragement.
âMhm.â His breathing is messy and less composed. Louder, too, even as he rolls his lips into his mouth and tries to keep quiet.Â
Peering up at him, eyes glossed over, Ămerei chews at her lower lip. Her movements grow surer. She doesnât stop, even as her wrist burns from the angle made by their closeness and his length.Â
She pulls him further and further, dipping the head past her clit. For a moment, he catches just where she opens. Where her cunt seeps around nothing.
âShit ⊠you so wet.â
The soft rasp of his voice sends a fluttering feeling down the line of her stomach. Her clit jumps as she clenches.
âSâfor you,â she mumbles, still keeping that eye contact.
When his eyes flick upwards to meet hers, his face twitches with the effort of a man close to losing self-restraint.
Kissing his teeth, he squeezes his eyes shut. âStop t-talkinâ like that.â
Her brain vomits out a response too quick for her liking: âSorry, Daddy.â
But her lips quiver as the words die on her tongue, unspoken. Can she say that yet? Should she? Maybe itâs best to save that for someone whoâs more of a permanent fixture.
Instead, she revises the thought.
âSorry, Ony.â
The tiny pout on her pillowy lips is enough for him to reach for her faceâbetter balance be damned. He squeezes her cheeks, pushing those lips out further to plant his own on them as he leans in.
âDonât gotta apologize,â he says against her mouth, the words garbled and smushed.
Her shoulders shoot up, body tensing as the weight of his head starts to press heavier against her.
âOnyââ
Her warmth is inviting, his hips stutter. âIt hurts?â His lips are still pressed to hers. So close, suffocating either of them in the best way.
She shakes her head.
âLet me in, then.â He kisses her softly. âYou was just taking my fingers, I know you could take this.âÂ
One of her hands slip from behind her knees to grip at his upper arm.
âCâmon,â he pants, gently rocking his hips against her, pushing his tip through her lips to spread her arousal. âBe good, you could take this.â
He presses back against her hole, feeling himself inch inside by way of her wetness.
âYou know you could take it ⊠know you c-could,â he groans.
âOh, G-Godââ
Her body widens slowly, the feeling foreign as it stretches around the blunt crown of his dick. He pops it in, her walls doing small spasms around him.
âFuck,â he pants. âItâs hurting?â
A whine is caught in her throat. She tries to swallow it down.Â
âKeep going,â she messily shakes her head, strands of her hair getting in her line of sight.
Her face is scrunched up. Onyankopon takes heed to go slow. His hand leaves her face to hold himself at the base.
âKeep holding them legs open ⊠fuck, you real pretty.â
Unexpectedly, a nervous chuckle falls out of his mouth as he looks from where they connect to her face. He breezes past the slip up as he starts to use his body weight to push in. Her breath gets caught in her chest for the umpteenth time with him.Â
âO-ohâohhââ
The weak, high-pitched whine hits his ears as his dick slowly sinks into soft, wet heat. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Itâs a far bigger stretch than just three fingers. And it only gets wider the farther in he goes.
Heâs hardly even half-way in when he meets resistance, like heâs hit a wall inside of her.
âFuckâstop, pleaseââ
He freezes, immediately looking down. Her lips stretch as much as they can around him, gripping the sides of him as her walls try their hardest to take him. Their contractions are weak, her body giving its best effort to take something itâs never experienced before.
But as his eyes move just inches upward, he finds the real source of the issue: the barely noticeable swell in the pit of her stomach.Â
Right where he is.
Her face contorts in pain, and immediately he takes action to slowly and carefully relieve her of the pressure sitting in her gut.
âMâsorryâfuck, it hurtsââ
âQuit that, you good. Itâs me, th-thatâs my fault,â he grunts, trying to keep his movements slow and controlled.Â
When he pulls out, he canât help but to notice the minor stretch he gave her, the opening of her cunt winking back at him. No doubt, sheâs a little more open now.
âMy fault, Iâm sorry,â he mumbles, reaching for her face. âYou want me to stop?â
âUh-uh,â she shakes her head, peering up at him, a wrinkle still in her brows. âTry again, justââ
âIâma be careful.â
She nods. Beneath him, she shifts to regain a sense of comfort, reaching down to spread herself open.
French shorties frame shiny wet lips that give away to a pink center, coaxing him in with the promise of a gushy hold. Below her pussy, her second hole puckers tightly.Â
âYou look good like this,â he rasps, smiling as he takes his dick in-hand. âYou helping me?âÂ
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she nods. Her toes curl in excitement above her. Her hair is messy, in need of a good brushing. A thin sheen of sweat covers her, adding spots of highlight to the high points of her face. Yet, here she is, still so eager to follow through with this.
He grips his dick tighter as another rush of blood makes him pulse.
âJust like that ⊠keep that shit openâŠâ
He guides himself back to her hole and goes for another try. This time, heâs slower, watching carefully as her body accepts him with an ease of familiarity, right up until that spot where he stopped.
She hisses again, body tensing up as sheâs unable to hide her discomfort.
âOwâs-stopââ
âIâm stopping, you good,â he quickly comforts, stilling his hips.Â
At his sides, her legs tremble. The pain settles, but not completely.
âYou want me to pull out?â
She doesnât give an immediate answer, eyes and lips sealed shut.
âCâmon, Ămiâ, talk to me.â
âI ⊠itâs too mu-uch.â
Her voice waivers.Â
She half expects him to be pleased hearing those words. Isnât that what most guys like to hear?
âWant me to put you in a new position?â
Her eyes pop open. His face is close to hers. She gets a front row seat to the concern laced within his features. And, through her pain, manages a shaky but grateful smile.
âYeah,â she nods.
The room spins as he pulls back out, still careful. âTurn on your side.â
Wordlessly, she does so. Her head rests against the arm she has splayed against the pillow, a sigh of relief leaving her as her eyes fall closed.
Scooting closer to her, he lifts a leg, pulling it straight up as he lowers himself to sit just at her cunt.
âYou comfortable?â
She peels her eyes open just to look at him as she nods. Fatigue is written all over her face, what little theyâve done enough to zap her of her energy.
A real pillow princess.
âYou ready?â
âYeah.â
Upon pushing back in, Onyankopon is pleasantly surprised to find that heâs able to do so with ease. In fact, they both are.
âMmph,â she mewls pleasantly, eyes falling back closed as he slips in further than he was ever able to.
âFuck ⊠there we go,â he breathes out.
She isnât too taut around him. Itâs a perfect stretch that makes him feel elated, because he can tell sheâs enjoying it, too.Â
It takes a while, but he bottoms out; her stretched cunt pressed flush to his balls. The cool skin paired with the light dusting of hair on his sack makes her shudder. Itâs such a pleasant feeling, the fullness. Thereâs still that ache in her lower tummy, but in the sweetest of ways that only makes her want more.
âOnyy,â she whines softly.
âItâs okay?â Heâs almost breathless. In this position, he fits a lot more snuggly within her. No awkward poking.Â
She nods against the sheets, lips parted.Â
âIâm moving slow.â
âOkay.â
He starts out with a slow rock. Back and forth, back and forth. Until with each one, heâs pulling out more inches. Yet, his strokes remain slow and soft. Gentle and rolling. Amazing.
âOh ⊠ohh ⊠o-oh,â she whimpers softly, eyes rolling back as she twists and turns, gripping the sheets.Â
âYou enjoying this?â
He doesnât even need to ask. Not with the way her pussy squelches like sheâs got something to tell him. Itâs like every time he pulls out, her body cries, only getting wetter.
He finds that he can hit her deeper. "Feels good, right?â
âUuuhâ!â
âKnow it does... Could hear it.â
Plap, plap, plap.
Her body claps against him in applause every time he bottoms out. Still going at a moderate pace, still careful with her.
âOhh, God!â
âI know, I know.â He reaches down to grip her jaw, turning her head to see that pretty face. How much it twists into an ugly expression, hair all over her face, as he digs her out in the best way.
"Had to get you ready, but I'm not gonna go too hard... Too soft for that, can't break you, hm?â
A shrill whines leaves her lungs, the small peaks of her breasts jumping slightly as he fucks into her. All slow, nice, and polite.
"Gotta ... treat you all nice 'n' soften you up. Like you a princess, huh?â
The teasing only makes her clench up.
"Couldn't fuck you in my car ⊠n-not like them other bitches, right?
Before the words cement themselves in her brain, her body is wonderfully stunned by a stroke just an ounce heavier than the last. Meaner.
âHuh?â
She shakes her head, having barely comprehended anything past the first few words of that sentence. He leans in closer, bucking his hips harder against her. Faster.
PlapPlapPlap!
Her whines get chopped and screwed as she writhes beneath him. They turn into silent moans as her mouth hangs open. The whites of her eyes are what he sees.
âNah, right?â
Her pussy flutters nonstop, sucking him in, begging him to never leave. He grips her ankle tighter, never putting her leg down for rest.
âYou want princess treatment... only want niggas to treat you nice and sweet, huh?â
âOh ⊠mhâmhâmhâohhh fuuuuuckââ
âYeaah, right?â A breath chuckle tumbles out of his lips, even as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. âYou ⊠t-taking this shit like a ⊠n-natural.â
He sees it: the way she creams around him. How can he not? All of her arousal packs at the base of his dick, translucence building up until itâs thicker and more solid in color; a tight slip and slide for his dick.
âTaking you home ⊠fucking you in my bed like you my girl... This what you came here for?"
Itâs like her heart is fighting to get out of her chest. Ămerei struggles to keep a grip on the reality of the situation at hand. Genuinely, itâs like heâs beating her pussy out of its frame. And yet it feels too good for her to want it any other way.
Then again, what does she know?
As expected, thereâs a bit of resistance as Onyankopon pulls out. The mild suction tempts him to stay in.
âPlease,â Ămerei croaks as Onyankopon gently puts her leg down to rest.
âRelax, I still got you.â
He sits back on his knees, staring down at her with a lust that overpowers whatever fatigue he might be feeling. He canât tell if itâs the weed or if heâs actually this horny for her.
Heâs putting a pin in that thought for later, in favor of putting her face deep in the sheets and her ass high in the air.
âArch that shitâcâmon, you know what to do⊠Bet you studied for this shit, too.â Onyankopon wipes the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his comforter. âDeep, too, I donât do that shallow shit.â
Shifting on her knees, she spreads her legs wider and sinks her back in. And part of her is thankful, relieved that this is the new position. Because being spread open before him, her most private parts on display for him in this manner, has her growing unbelievably shyâshe doesnât want to think too hard about it.
Or about the fact that he might not achieve what he wanted from this position. Sheâs never had a fat ass, just a noticeable set of hips on a small frame.Â
ButâseeâOnyankopon isnât worried about that. Not when heâs getting the best view from behind; dribbles of slick ooze from her pulsing cunt. Sheâs dripping, pussy still wanting more of what he can offer.
âLilâ thing hungry, hm?â
A lazy slap is dropped on the plane of her right ass cheek, before he softly grips and shakes what little fat is there. The little jiggle is too cute for him, especially when another whine escapes her.
It seems thatâs one of the only sounds sheâs been able to make lately.
âSpeak to me, Ămi⊠Canât be the only one talking.â
Blindly, she reaches back for him, searching for his hand.
âYâknow Iâm not a talker.â He captures her wrist, gently pressing it to the small of her back. With his free hand, he repositions himself, swiping his tip through her lips. âYou supposed to be the one doing all that for me.â
His push back in is one of his biggest highlights of today.
âTh-this shit so ⊠f-ffucking perfect,â he groans out, voice wavering as her walls grip him up in the wettest, warmest way heâs ever felt.
His hips are just seconds from colliding with her ass when he hears it:
Pfft ⊠ppfftt!
âWhew!â He smiles, moving his second hand to grip her hip instead. âMhm, just like thatâthatâs the kindâa talking Iâm trynna hear.â
That fullness has returned to her. And itâs mind-numbingly amazing. Shaking and sniffling, Ămerei only takes it as Onyankopon pounds into her, just like she wanted.
âOh God, Oh God, Oh Goââ
She tenses up as he uses his strength to pull her ass back on him as he meets her halfway. Each smack of their skin is sharp and quick.Â
âOouuuuuuuuâahh,â she cries out embarrassingly, feeling herself just leaking around his dick as he slips in and out of her.
âQuit ⊠l-losing that archâfuck I just tell you?â
Every new stroke felt punishing, and in the best way possible. She wants to cry and rejoice at the same time. Her knuckles pale as she clutches the pillow beneath her tight. Lord knows she needs something to hold on to as she tries to inch up on the bed.
All that achieves is a two second break, Onyankopon pausing to yank her back before he continues.
âA-another thing ⊠that running shitââÂ
The cracks in his voice make her stomach swoop and her pussy flutter.
"Don't know ⊠why you was asking f-for ⊠all this ⊠C-canât even f-fucking take itââ
The swing of his hips are so heavy against her. The skin on her ass stings and every thrust has her afraid that sheâll lose control of her bladder.Â
And yet, itâs bringing her closer to something.
âWhy you squeezing me like that? You âbout to cum?â
His breathy voice gives her enough of a high to ride off of. But, the timid musk of his sweat is something she hadnât expected to like; it invades her senses as he leans in over her back, hips still working against her.
âHm? Y-you âbout to cum, Ămi?â
A broken whimper is what she manages, aside from a measly nod of the head.
âCâmon then.âÂ
The hand on her waist slips beneath her body, slithering to a slobbering set of lips between her trembling legs.Â
For a sobering moment, his hips still. He grunts as her pussy spasms around him, still in shock from the way he worked her.
Reprieve ends as he rubs messy but concentrated circles on her poking clit, careful not to put too much pressure on the sensitive bud.Â
âCum on me,â he pants.
Her hips stutter, tummy sucking in as her back arches. âOnyâk-keep doingâŠâ
âUhuh ⊠cum on my dick. Cum on itââ
A violent shiver nearly takes her out as she lets go around him. His strong arms serve as an anchor for her, as she nearly loses herself in the lasting orgasm.
âKeepâoh fuck,â he shudders, finally letting go himself, emptying into the condom as she milks him dry.
Both bodies twitch against one another, riding out their releases.
Itâs after that conclusion, Ămerei learns something new about herself: that sex is definitely an activity to put her to sleep.Â
As Onyankopon separates from herâmaking it a point to notify her that he was just going to get some wipesâshe finds it difficult to keep herself awake.
It only works but so well.
Succumbing to her bodyâs wishes, Ămereiâs eyes flutter shut seconds before Onyankopon enters the room, still naked yet condom-free. She wants to get up when she hears the sound of a soft snort.
âYou sleeping?â
Largely, Ămerei inhales as she stretches against the sheets, turning her head and peeling her eyes open to look at him. âMh-mh.â
His grin is faint, yet she can tell itâs a product of fatigue. And sheâs not surprised, he did do all of the work.
Onyankopon makes his way over to the bed, a pack of wipes in his hands. Her eyes fall back closed before that first wipe even touches her hot, clammy skin.
âMhm, bet you tired now, huh?âÂ
âShut up,â she mumbles.
His hands move as his mouth runs, a cocky smile on his full lips. âDonât know why, I was putting in that work.â
A dreamy smile is all she can muster, too tired to give a genuine laugh.
âThank you.â
âThat polite shit,â he mutters, that smile of his dimming to a genuine grin that he makes an effort to further hide. âYou welcome.â
Chucking a soiled wipe on the ground for later, he exchanges it for a new one to wipe the slick that had run between her ass.Â
Part of her is caught off guard. She hadnât expected him to be this ⊠chivalrous. But, sheâs not going to deny herself of this service. He was absolutely correct in giving her the âPrincessâ title. And she is going to play the part.
"Ainât gonâ lie to you, thoughâŠâ he licks at his lips, brain producing a line of thoughts that he finds himself happily following. âIf you wanna keep doing this ⊠you gotta learn how to take dick."
Without a thought spared, Ămerei sits up on her elbows, pure bliss wiped off of her face in an instant. Mild offense twists her face into a scowl.
âDonât even trip,â he soothes.Â
Onyankopon doesnât spare her a glance as he runs the wipe down an inner thigh.
â¶ïžïž The Summoning (starring . ghost trueform!sukuna)
synopsis . In which you achieve your dream of meeting a ghost and fulfill your fantasy of fucking a monster as you meet Sukuna Ryomenâwho just so happens to be a mix of both!
content . afab!reader, monster fucking, double penetration, ghost au (?), choking, dumbification, porn with no plot, tw: spitting, degrading, rough sex, dirty talk, filth, slightly feral!readerâsheâs unhinged & he hates that he likes it, manhandling (monster handling technically?), pet names, flirting via being mean, use of his stomach mouth, heâs kinda needy, squirting, age gap (hes like a thousand years old & reader makes fun of him for it), cum eating, masochism (on his end), brat taming, majorrrr size kink (heâs literally huge, pls), oral sex, breeding kink, anal, creampies, monster cock(s), faint implications of virgin!sukuna, etc.
word count . 9.1k | authorâs note: this is technically a revised/edited repost from kamitv, but i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, thatâs why! (not to mention ngh, trueform!kuna) banner art from "hachisuka's family kotoriboko"
Monsters fuck harder than humans.
This is fact, not opinionâdespite what those many reddit threads have tried to tell you prior to today.
You've been down the looong rabbit hole of attempting to summon or find a real monster of sorts, and up until today, you never thought you'd have your factual statement proven.
But when you run into a particularly ghastly creature who just so happens to be a monster with two cocks that haven't been touched in centuries, you finally find yourself proving all those stupid online forums online wrong.
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To backtrack, you do this annually.
No, not the whole monster fucking thing but, exploring abandoned and presumably haunted locations in search of one. This year was no different.
Todayâs find is quite the eye-catcher. Hidden deep past a forest youâve searched up and down prior to this discovery sat an old, rumored-to-be haunted manor.
In terms of your monster hunting, you found that the best results came about in the creepiest of places. Which is why there's a sense of longing for the rumors of your currently desired location to be true. After all, even though you've been hunting ghosts 'n monsters for years, you've still yet to ever quite meet one.
Many laugh at your little hobby, throwing names at you and calling you delusional for thinking you'll ever find either of the two. But you digress, one of your friends told you stories about how she'd summoned a ghost before and now you're fully convinced that you'll be able to find one yourself.
You didn't want to take the same (lazy) route as her and summon any sort of creature or spirit, you much perfered to return to her with a unique story of your own about how one came to you. Pun intended.
That, and you'd also like to go back to all those threads online and rant about how utterly wrong they are. Within the community of people who believe in ghost, monsters, and other things of that nature, there are those who then spread lies about how they probably can't or don't know how to have sex.
The first time you read some bullshit about that, you felt offended as if you were a monster or ghost yourself reading it. You knew these non-human beings had the capability to fuck better than the living, you just couldn't quite prove it yet.
Which brings you back to now, as you approach the massive solitary manor with a little glimmer of hope in your eyes, finding yourself in awe of how hulking and crooked the building isâas if it had been sulking from the lack of life for the past century or so.
Were there a few caution tapes and signs that explicitly said âDo Not Enterâ just a tree line back from where you were now? Yes. Did you completely disregard those warnings and continue with your exploration like always? Of course!
You pace down the long dirt path that leads up to the wrought iron gate thatâs all rusted with the unfortunate hues of being forgotten. Everything about the scenery was perfect. The way the sky colored itself a fall-seasoned gray thatâs washed-out and teasing on rain, only for water to never leave those shroudy clouds above, brought peace to your heart.
A strong inhale of the dampened earth around you that smelt of buried mysteries and wonder flows through your senses and brings a smile to your face. There were frosty breezes slipping past the thick fabrics of your sweater and making you shudder under its chill. Perfect.
You had a few items with you in a small bag that dangled off of your shoulder, within it a camera, flashlight, your phoneâthat surely lacked service this far outâand a granola bar that you found stashed away in your pantry at home. One of which youâre rather questionable of but, you needed the food just in case your monster or ghost decided not to show 'n give you something else to munch onâŠ
As you push through those rusty old gates, which cry out loud groans of protest at the sudden movement, your eyes only get wider. There it was, the manor sitting itself on a slope, outer walls all wrapped in dried greenery where ivy had given up its decorative glow and chose a more gloomy appearance, and three stories of promise that silently begged for your impending exploration.
The gorgeous masterpiece of decay that stood before your very eyes screamed horror and haunting under the darkening sky above. Those washed-out clouds were steadily growing heavier with grey and yet it only excited you more. Perhaps the key to luring out a monster from such a spooky home was carrying some type of fear.
Maybe if you walked in scared, the being you were looking for would come running toward you, eager to frighten you more.
You shuffle through your bag for a moment and tug out your camera just to capture a couple pictures because you had a really good feeling about this place and wanted to have a few things to remember it by.Â
As you soon skip up onto the broad porch, the wood immediately exhales dust from your weight meeting it, causing you to cough a couple times and wave a hand out to clear the airy dirt.Â
Then your fingers trail over the doorknob for a moment before you give it an eager twist and push forward, earning a wail from its aged hinges as the door swings open slowly. Youâre met with thick views of darkness and end up having to squint a little just to make out a few silhouettes. You quickly fish for your flashlight and flick it on, revealing the interior to your curious gaze.
Dust is in the air, as expected, and you donât waste another second before walking in and letting the door creepily shut on its own behind you with a heavy thud. Not that you flinch or anything. Instead, the sound of that heavy slam makes you smile as you hope thatâs a sign you're not alone.
The air smells of age and abandonment along with a hint of something oddly sweet, like decaying flowers or something of the sort.Â
You let your flashlight sweep across the entry way and take in the warped wooden planks decorating the flooring, a few pieces missing entirely and leaving holes that revealed thick cobwebs. Then thereâs a grand staircase that curves upward all gracefully thatâs also covered in cobwebs and looking as if it were much more appealing in a time distant from now. Lastly is about half a chandelier hanging from above, holding onto the torn ceiling just barely, that your light glimmers over faintly as you shine it up.
Glancing back at the shut front door, you cock a brow, âSurely the lilâ door slam wasnât the best youâve got to offer me?â You ask out loud, as if you knew someone or something was around here listening to you. Though, this was also a bit of a habit of yours.
While you never got responses to any of your abandoned-house narrations, it was still a habit that helped to fill the silence that often felt as though it were alive and watching you.
When your words go unanswered through a lack of movement from anywhere, you shrug it off and then begin to make your way around the house. You start on the first floor and snap photos of every room you enter, the loud flash and shutter being the only thing to fill the deafening silence of the home as it echoes throughout the eerie hallways.
Eventually, you make your way up to the second floorâyâknow, after almost falling through a couple of shambled stairs and becoming a pretty decoration for the basement floorâand explore the rooms up there. Nothing of note really happens (aside from the few items weirdly falling off walls and shelves after you walked past them) until you enter the master bedroom that looked as though someone of royalty could have lived there once upon a time.
Even though youâve never been inside of a castle to really compare bedroom sizes accuratelyâŠ
You still felt like the bedroom was rather massive for any normal person to have once been occupying! That, and it was the only room within the entire manor that wasnât as worn and torn as everything else. Hell, there was a lot less dust on the furniture and nothing was broken inside. It was almost like someone was livingâ
The temperature in the room suddenly drops to a degree so low your next breath fogs out in front of your lips, leaving you to shiver as your eyes go darting about the bedroom. This wasnât it, was it? The moment you'd meet a ghost or monster? Or a mix of both??
Despite the frosty air causing your body to shudder and your hands to hug your arms, you felt yourself growing excited already and couldnât even try to fight off the grin, âOkay, temperature drop⊠does this mean youâre close and ready to stop teasing me with fallen items like before,â You say, hopefully to the presence in the room with you. Itâd be really embarrassing if you were ignored again, âOr are you still too shy to show your faââ
âYouâre trespassing, human.â A low, irritated and gravelly voice drawls out into the air from just a few feet behind you.
The chill you feel running up your spine now is nothing like what youâd felt due to the cold moments ago. No, no, this chill is much more one of warmth and raw fervor. That voice was heavy with a raspy bass and years of being trapped in purgatoryâwhich had you chewing on your lower lip already.
You take a second to collect yourself and get a hold on your emotions before slowly turning around andâŠ
Well, no oneâs there.
Batting your lashes a couple times, you quickly feel disappointment stirring up inside you. You were honestly looking forward to finding a monster more than you were a ghost, and if the latter happened to be invisibleâthat'd ruin the whole fun of it!
Pouting, your flashlight lowers around the empty air as you make an attempt at forcing the darkness into producing a visible ghost via disgruntled glares.
âRealâ cliche, yâknow,â You hum. If youâd gotten a response the first time then surely that meant your talking into the void was a step into the right direction, at least. âWhatâs next, are you gonna make some lights flicker?â You challenge with a little scoff as your feet carefully carry you deeper into the room.
And lo and behold, a light off in the left corner of the room does spark on for just a moment before crackling off with a loud pop! as the glass surrounding it goes breaking and small bits fly over. The pieces clatter to the floor and the flinch it earns from you left you embarrassed knowing thatâs yet another sign youâre not alone.
Hell, not only were you not alone but you were also being watched and listened to.
You quickly remind yourself that this is exactly what you wanted and then shake yourself out of the momentary freight. âHah, funnyâŠâ You utter dryly, hoping your (seemingly) ghastly company isnât finding this short game of cat and mouse humorous. âBut uh, if youâre trying to scare me, itâs not gonna work. I literally came here to talk to you.â
Technically you came to speak to any supernatural being, and not specifically the one haunting your surroundings but, if you could make the damn thing feel special for a moment long enough to compel it into showing itself, then a little white lie was worth the try.
"Stop being such a wuss and just show yourself already," You request, turning your flashlight every which way in hopes of spotting something. "I don't bite."
"I'm sure you don't," That same voice comes bellowing out, this time from your right. When you glance over and redirect the lighting, there's finally something. Similar to the infamous Cheshire Cat, there is but a mouth revealed in the air all mystically, "But you do speak far too much. It's no wonder you are here alone."
Then the mouth poofs and your eyes frantically wander around the area to spot it again. You were getting so close to officially meeting a ghost and yet you're stuck with one that had the nerve to tease his revelation.
You continue to aim your flashlight around. "What's wrong with me being here alone? Are you implying I didn't have any friends to bring along with me or something??" You ask, "Cause if so, you'd be wrong."
If anyone else were watching this entire interaction, they'd be fully convinced you'd gone crazy seeing as you were literally speaking to thin air.
There's a thunder of chuckling from behind you and your entire back suddenly feels warm-, hot, even. Followed by which is a rather sensual brush of air against your neck and that voice comes rumbling out hard enough to vibrate throughout the space around you, "Would I?" He purrs huskily.
It's embarrassing how addictive the sound of his voice is becoming. Gulping, your head angles off to the side before you whirl around fully in hopes of laying your eyes on who you're speaking to. Nothing fills the space there but, you could feel his unmoving presence nowâas if a pair of eyes were burning into your very soul.
"Yeah, you would," You claim, "I came here alone on my own accord."
"Mmh," A sound of understanding thrums directly in front of you as a half-shrouded shadow finally begins to emerge from the nothingness. It's slow the way his frame comes into your line of sight, the edges of his towering body flickering all ghost-like at its ends and resembling that of burning candle wisps. âThen youâve yourself to blame for whatâs to become of you, tresspasser.â
Something blossoms deep within the pit of your stomach, almost like butterflies. Unfortunately for the increasingly attractive ghost in front of you, you werenât exactly the type to see the difference between a threat and flirting.
As you fight the urge to smile, his entire figure is revealed to you and⊠holy shit.
Standing at a staggering six-, no, over seven feet tall is a scowl-faced monster who looked like he wanted to kill you already. Two muscular arms cross over his beefy, inked chest, while another pair of arms have found themself on the purchase of his hips to rest upon. His hands carried dark black paint across the nails and if you expected the description of this beast to stop there, you were oh-so-poorly mistaken.
To your everloving surprise, he also has four eyes that are all fixated on your starstucken frame, taking in every inch of you just as you were him. Then you look down and catch the wide-spread smirk that adorns the fucking mouth on his stomach. The rapacious bastard had two of everything! Surely this was the greed level of which the Bible discussed as a sin so heavily.
Blinking a few times, you catch the way his attire is all ancient and yet regally sitting on his carved hips, robes hanging low whilst his upper half remains completely bare to your hungry gaze. When you finally bring yourself to look up at his face again, you catch the crimson red in his eyes that glared at you so vexingly it almost turned you on, and the matching markings decorating his unfairly even, yet ghastly skin.
Water wastes no time welling up in your mouth at the raw sight of him despite how absolutely haunting he was standing right in front of you. He was so broad that his shadow swallowed you up entirely and seemed to capture the entirety of that pathetic little flashlight in your hands.
You had to be the world's luckiest person. The longer you stood in his presence, the more you understood that this was some weird inhumane blend of a being. Not a mere ghost and certainly monstrous in every way, this was your greatest dream come true.
âFuck, youâre hot,â Youâre breathing out without second thought, eyes widened in awe. âHere I was expecting something like a floating bedsheet and yet youâreâŠâ Your words die out on your tongue as he thumps closer and leans down to you.
Mockingly, his head weighs to the side and he studies your admiring gaze carefully. âYou are not frightened," He points out obviously with a confused brow, âWhy?â
âAm I supposed to be?â You ask in return. âI told you I came here looking to talk to a ghost.â
The pink-haired male standing broodily before you narrows all of his eyes at you and his gaze seems to grow impossibly sharper. âI am more than a mere ghost,â He seethes out all thickly in annoyance. God, he was really hot⊠âMind your tongue when addressing me, human.â
Youâre the one cocking a brow and folding your arms nowâthe gesture rather endearing to someone of his size in comparison to youâand your eyes go rolling with a level of sassiness he finds distasteful. âYou look like a mere ghost to me,â You scoff before sizing him up and down, âHell, or at least as old as oneâŠâ
âExcuse me?â He drones out whilst a vein begins to color his sharp jawline with hot irritation, âYou will address me correctly, woman. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Cursââ
âYeah, yeah,â You cut off with a wave of your hand. The audacity of your demeanor threw him so off that he couldnât quite figure out if he wanted to tear you limb from limb or fling you out of the house. âIâve got what kinda monster you are down alreadyâold, grouchy, and bitchlessâjust my type. No need for the extra introduction, Mr. King of whatever-the-fuck.â
Sukuna doesnât think heâs ever found himself at a loss for words until this very moment.Â
Genuinely, it was as though all his speech had fallen on deaf ears and he wasnât used to that in the slightest. Now, it has been years since heâs last spoken to a human but surely your kind hasnât deteriorated in intellect this much..? Could you not sense the danger that exuded off of his large stature? Were the double appendages and monster-appearance not enough to ward you off immediately?
If so, why the fuck not?
âYou-,â The proper syllables in his mouth struggled to formulate for a moment. Then he replayed your statement in his head and his expression twitched. âBitchless?â Sukuna repeats, confusion splaying out over his handsome face.
Snorting, you offer him a nod of your head, âYeah, bitchless.â Then you gesture at his ancient attire, âYou look like you havenât seen pussy in decades.â
His lashes merely flutter over at the mouth you had on you and how ridiculously unfiltered it seemed to be. Well, that, and the way your lips curved and slid over one another as you spoke. Sukunaâs unsure why his many eyes zero in there as if he needed to watch your own voice slip out of you.
âAnd youâve made this assumption based on..â His deep tone trails off for only a moment as he follows your gaze down to his clothes, âMy attire? Traditional clothing leads you to believe I am⊠'bitchless'?â Sukuna asks with a far too innocent curiosity weighing into his words.Â
The term to describe his lack of women alone already sounded weird coming out of his mouth, all uncouth and unfamiliar to him.
âI mean, yeah.â You huff softly, âThat and the way youâre talking-, are those four arms?â You interrupt yourself as if youâd been waiting to get that out ever since you set eyes on him. Then youâre adding on an eager, âCan I touch them?â whilst stepping forward.
Sukuna doesnât move because the closing distance between the two of you meant nothing to him. âNo, you may not-,â Heâs answering without considering your words for even a second. Unfortunately for him, heâs been graced by the presence of the worldâs most persisting woman; youâwho slithers up close to him and reaches an arm out. To which he deadpans, âWhat are you doing.â as if demanding a direct response from you instead of questioning your actions.
You get close enough to him to feel the weird heat oozing off of his towering body, leaving you to wonder if all your presumptions about the supernatural had been wrong. You thought they were supposed to be cold. This one is everything but.Â
Feeling his eyes still on you, âI just wanna get a closer look,â You clarify, âPleeeease-â
âDo not whine unless provoked.â Sukuna scoffs, doing little to hinder his current loathing. âYou will have your look, human, and then you will leave, yes?â
Ignoring his question entirely, you take the permission to study all four of his arms and then run with it.Â
Your hands come up to feel along each one carefully, leaving you surprised by the fact that you can even do that considering you thought your touch would sink right through him. It was clear that he was far from dead, despite his haunting stature. He had some sort of ability to control the transparency of his body at will, so that let you know Sukuna specifically allowed his body to be solid just so you could feel on it.
âTheyâre so big,â You exclaim gently as your palms travel the expanses of his arms and earn a grunt from his throat.
Through this, you end up circling Sukuna and feeling just about every inch of his multiple appendages. The markings and muscles that carve out his body are almost enough to have you drooling (again).
When you make it to his front once more, your touch curves downward from his upper arms and trails over his collarbones before making a descent across his chest. He may be some sort of ghost-monster but he is very much alive in a certain sense. At least, alive enough for you to feel the rapid beating of his heart as your fingers splay over him, and alive enough for you to notice the jump in his low breathing once your fingertips graze his nipples.
Sukuna immediately catches the spark in your eyes when you realize his little flinch and he wastes no time in grabbing hold of your wrists. âEnough,â He warns, âYou have felt and looked at me enough. Leave.â
Ignoring him again, your eyes simply dart down and then you hum, âSo, four arms, four eyes, and a mouth on your stomach, huh? Does this mean you have two of everything?â You ask before looking up again.
A vein is settling into his forehead now. âAside from legs, obviously, yes.â Sukuna answers in a tone low enough to rival a snarl.
Wrists still held captive by his larger hands, you nod. âRight, rightâŠâ You start out innocently. Butâeven though heâd only known you for a few minutes nowâit was clear you were about to ask something else thatâd only piss him off further. âDoes that mean you have two assholes?â
âWhat?â Sukuna scoffs as he flings your wrists out of his grasp, causing you to stumble off to the side a little. Then he crosses his arms again, âNo, I have two cocks.â
âWell that doesnât make any sense but, whateverâŠâ You deride with yet another roll of your eyes. Quickly adding a casual, âAre they big too?â
Any moment now his cursed body will allow him to kill you, surely.
He brings a hand up to pinch the slightly curved bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he sighs, âAre you insulting me, human?â
âNo, of course not!â You say quickly, waving your hands out. âIâm just curious, honestly!â
âDonât you things have a saying about curiosity and how it kills,â Sukuna bores, gaze flicking over to you once more. When he notices the way youâre still sending him that glimmerful look, he tutts. âNo,â He answers, âThey are average size. Now leave.â
A brow of yours has never shot up faster, âAverage sized for a behemoth like you orâŠâ Your voice trails off as you slowly look down, quickly finding yourself staring rather openly at that downright slutty v-line of his and how veins decorate the center, trailing lower and then disappearing behind the hefty robe bundled up and resting at his hips.Â
There was no way a being of his size had anything âaverageâ in between his legs.
Itâs not until you notice him stepping forward that all your senses grow rather alert again. Then comes his voice, completely weighted and thick with a sudden tension that has your spine stiffening, âIf I show you, will you leave?â
âProbably not,â You reply jokingly to mask the heat that quickly sunk into your face at the sound of his bold words.Â
And here youâd thought youâd be the only shameless one hereâŠ
Sukuna lets off a stiff groan when he hears your response as he continues his slow pacing toward you. To which you quickly backtrack, âOkay, okay, fine. Since youâre offering, Iâll leave after you show me.â
The distance between you two only grows smaller and you gulp profusely. The old floorboards beneath his feet didnât creak nor grouse in the slightest under his bulky body and that served as more proof that he was very much a ghost, as if you needed any more by now.
âGood.â Sukunaâs tone draaags out of his body and you feel almost possessed as his next command leaves his slightly rose-toned lips, âNow sit.â
He ordered you so seamlessly that you almost felt like some kinda dog. âPardon?â You chuckle nervously, âY-You want me to sit on the floor?â
The monster canât help the twitch of his lips as they curve upwards into a vicious smirk, âYou want a proper look, donât you?â He asks rhetorically. âYour best view of my cocks will be from down on your knees.â Sukuna claims.
You wanted to hate how stupidly wet his words got you just then but, how could you focus on that when you were too busy lowering yourself down onto your knees for him? The floor is cool against the fabric of your pants where your knees meet them and Sukuna waits until you are completely seated before he even starts moving.Â
You barely even knew this creature and within only ten minutes of talking to him, he had you on your knees as he soon used his lower set of hands to pull at the stocky fabrics of his robes. Your eyes were as eager as ever, the look in them making something primal stir inside of the monster in front of you. Itâd been so long since heâd laid with a woman and then you came along.
Dropped right at his doorstep too. How perfect.
Sukunaâs thick fingers pluck at his robes ever so slowly just so he could haul the tense moment out even longer. He knew youâd leave once he revealed himself to you so, part of him wanted to take this as gradually as possible. Your gaze never wavers and youâre catching every shuffle of the white fabric against his fingertips and the way they eventually drape off to the side just enough for you to see skin.
And the moment you do, you canât help the gasp that jumps out of you. Lashes fluttering about, youâre left bewildered by the two large, fully erect cocks bobbing out from under those pesky robes thatâd been peeled gracefully to the side like wet panties. Something pathetic threatens to exit you but, tugging your lower lip in between your teeth helps you keep that at bay.
âTheyâre hardâŠâ You point out obviously whilst your head steadily begins to tip off to the side in awe. His upper cockhead is drooling profusely enough to challenge the saliva welling up inside your mouth right now, especially as your words hit the air.
Sukuna is still glaring down at you like he couldnât be bothered with this tiresome situation, his top two arms neatly crossed all casually, and a knowing smirk returning to his expression again once he notices the way youâre looking at him. âThey always are.â He explains to you.
When you look up again, you miss the way precum sprouts from the tip of his lower cock in reaction. âThat must hurt, huh, big guy?â You whisper, knees shifting against the floor to grow closer.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were trying to remind yourself that you wanted to meet a monster. Not fuck one.Â
Sukuna flashes a pouty scowl at you, amusement quickly wiped from his face as you carried the nerve to mock him. Something frustrated burned deep in the pit of his stomach the more he stared down at you.
Both of his dicks being paintfully hard just a few inches away from the same mouth heâd been gaping at before surely wasnât helping his mind right now. And the fact that you still taunted him like he wasnât engulfing the very space above you was downright infuriating.
Then you had the gall to look down at his erections again. Sukuna watches your lips quirk and he feels himself twitching. âOh, youâre wet,â You purr teasingly as you lift your index towards his glistening tip.
His jaw tenses immensely and his brows meet, a heavy puff leaving his slightly flared nostrils, âI do not get, âwetâ, woman.â He argues.
âBut, your cocks are dripping,â You hum innocently with a point of your finger, âLook.â Then you unintentionally make contact with his tip, your skin slipping right over the dribbling mess currently leaking from the slit of his blushing head.
Sukunaâs lips part just barely and his voice is uncharacteristically softer, âThatâsâŠâ
He canât find the words to finish that statement of his before youâre scooting all the way forward so that youâre properly in front of him, finger still rubbing faintly against his tip.
âI could help, if you want,â You offer.
His hands fidget slightly as he fights the overwhelming urge to take your head into his large palms and angle you as he pleasesâa rush of desire to use your mouth overcoming his thoughts just that quickly. âI have not experienced pleasure from a human in centuries,â He tells you, âWhat makes you think youâre worthy of pleasing me?â
Blinking, âPerhaps the way youâre wetting up my finger right now?â You say with a chaste snort as you pluck said finger away to see the string of arousal hanging between his tip and your finger. Curiously, you quickly pop that finger into your mouth and suck on it with a little hum.
Sukunaâs brows shoot up in surprise after watching you do that, wondering what the hell got him to this point in his afterlifeâŠ
âFine,â He grumps, finally using his lower set of hands to clasp your face into his palms. Your hands fall into your lap and he steps impossibly closer, feet coming up against the outer sides of your thighs as his cocks dangled over your face. Then Sukuna was pressing a fat thumb over your bottom lip and easing your mouth open, âSince you want to help me so badly, open up properly for me.â
A whine sinks right out of youâone of pure, satisfactory need. As your mouth broadens in width for whatâs in front of you, you hardly get a moment to really process what you've gotten yourself into before a plump 'n searing head of wet precum is kissing the skin of your lip.
You keep your eyes up on Sukuna's silently degrading ones whilst your tongue lulls out of your mouth in slutty fashion and carefully swipes up his taste. Then your lips push forward once more and you're going from soft kitten licks to honeyed kisses.
To which Sukuna scoffs and shifts one of his hands to the top of your head, "If this is meant to get me off, you're doing a rather poor job." He comments meanly.
You obviously don't care for his words so, accepting his little challenge, you push your head forward and lift your hand up to his second cock. Your mouth quickly engulfs Sukuna's arguably longer set of inches as drool spills down into the palm you have smoothing over his thicker shaft below.
The quick motions have Sukuna hissing sharply in surprise. You're on your knees lathering his second cock using the mess of saliva and slick from the first as if you'd done this before, skillfully jerking at one length while you hungrily swallowed up the other.
He could hardly keep his many hands on your head, part of him wanting to let you do your thing since you'd seem to know what you were doing now.
His dick easily bulged around your wettened lips and with every deep suck on him. Your face was left brushing against his pelvis and meeting the pretty pink tuffs of hair that decorated his skin there. With each time your lips french kissed his baseâtongue spelling your name out against the sensitive vein he had hiding on the underside of his curving cockâSukuna found himself shuddering.
âY-Yes, like that...â He stammered, trying to quickly make up for it with a low clearing of his throat and a hearty groan, âFuuck, what a perfect throat for my cock.â He praises as he works a set of fingers through your hair and watches the way your head twists and bobs--squelches ringing all throughout the air. âI fit in this hole like it was made for me.â
Then the hand you have wrapped oh-so-perfctly around his second shaft is squeezing around him and jerking even faster before you pry your mouth off with a sloppy pop! and then dribble globs of spit all into your hand.
âY'know, this oneâs longer than the other,â You whisper softly as you let your kisser slip against the same dick you just had buried in your throat seconds ago. Then you divulge a drunken little snicker, âAnd this one-, mh," Your head angles down and smooches at his other erection, "This oneâs thickerâŠâ
His left pair of eyes begin to twitch due to your studying and slight analyzation of him, âStop⊠mgh-, talking..." He huffs.
You pull away just enough to send him a smile, âWhy? You were just throbbing all over my tongue a second ago.â
âTch," Sukuna scoffs with that expected attitude of his, ears blushing with red he hopes you don't notice (you do). "Open your fucking mouth and make that tongue of yours worth something to me again.â He orders.
Before you get the chance to say anything else snarky or challenging, he's maneuvering your mouth right back onto him. The motion isn't too rough or anything, just enough to get you to shut the hell up before he embarrassingly left a mess of creamy white on that pretty face of yours earlier than he intended to...
âTheere we are. Much better," He utters as his body relaxes and your throat clamps cutely around his plump shaft, âHahh, youâre a lot more likable as a cocksleeve.â
At that, he feels the way you whine against all his staggering inches and then practically rip yourself off with a slight cough just to huff, âExcuse m-mmpfââ
Unfortunately for you, you're only cut off again by Sukuna feeding his dick past those parted lips of yoursâones of which he truly didn't feel like hearing any more complaints from. Which is why he's fighting back a snicker and his tone comes out a bit more cooing, âNo more of that. Câmon now, I thought you were learning,â He whirs out.
Groans that meshed with pretty grunts quickly gurgled out of him as his strong hips started thrusting forward. You lose your grip on him with your hand and to make up for the surprise, your hand merely slips further down to stimulate his weighty balls.
You gag around him almost immediately as you feel his rude cockhead pounding against the back of your throat with a viscous thwackâ-having coaxed you into deepthroating him now.
The smile that draws out against his lips is full of pure sin, âMmgh, look at youâgagging all around me," Sukuna husks out, hand tucking behind your head now to glide you into his thrusts. "Is it too big for you, brat?" He chuckles, tipping his head to the side and adoring the way you pout around him and send him a teary glare, "I thought this was what you wanted?â
Youâre left unresponsive to him since youâre too busy taking the way he pulps up against your uvula to tug more gagging and slopped purls out of you. As a completely disheveled mess of a woman below him, you canât help but feel way more debauched than you thought you would.
And this was really only the beginning.
Sukunaâs impolite with the way he fucks your throat; one cock pumping in and out of your mouth with little to no mercy as the slick of his second head bumps up under your slacked jaw and constantly thumps the center of your throatâserving to only make your trachea tighten around his first.Â
And the sounds that were leaving youâŠ
God, it was filthy. All sorts of choking and gurgling surged throughout the room and the mess of spit and liquid arousal that was gathering into a messy little puddle onto the floor in between the two of your legs was just disgusting.Â
Sukuna doesnât find himself losing his patience again until he notices how far apart your thighs have become and the way he canât exactly see where your second hand has gone off to.
The right corner of his lips twitch and he tips his head over some moreâstill fucking your throat âtil it was likely to be bruisedâjust to finally spot what exactly you were doing. Your hand had dived in between your legs all selfishly to touch what heâd mentally already claimed as his from the moment youâd opened your mouth for him.
An almost feral crack of a smile dawns onto his lust-struck features, âAwh, are you touching yourself?â Sukuna coos again, lower lip sticking out into a pout to mock the whimper you let out against his cock. âHow cute. That poor pussy is down there aching for me, isnât she?â He asks rhetorically before finally using the grip on your hair to pull you off of him. As you pant heavily in an honest attempt of catching your breath, his voice dips impossibly lower, âDo you want me to fuck you?â
Despite the dizziness whirling around your mind right now and the way you felt as though you could hardly see through the tears thatâd welled up in your eyes from his mean use of your throat, you still manage a nod and a weak hum, âMhm..â
He scoffs, âYou should know I hate mumbling by now. Speak, woman. You had so much to say earlier, donât stop now just because Iâve given your throat a little fucking.â
He says as if you couldnât feel the soreness creeping up on you alreadyâŠ
Obediently, you swallow a gulp down carefully and then nod, âYes, Sukuna.â Your voice is hoarse, as he fully expected and wanted it to be.
But to annoy you even further and test just how far this obedience of yours would go, Sukuna brings a finger to your jaw and tips your head further up, âYes what? What exactly do you want? Tell me.â
âI want you to fuck me,â You request softly before leaning into his touch more. His hand opens for you and your cheek mashes into his large palmâa gesture of which is far more intimate than he cares for it to be but, he lets it carry out for a moment.
âMmh,â Sukuna grumbles, âIâve missed your kind dearly.â Then he takes his hand away from you and nods over to the bed a few feet away from you both, âGet on the bed and strip.â
ââ
Spoiler alert, the bed breaks.
Now, you donât know if thatâs because you ended up fucking a ghost who also happened to be a literal monster or if thatâs because the damn bed was probably older than you were.Â
While Sukuna was very rough with your throat, heâs a bit softer with your cunt. You suspect thatâs because he hadnât had pussy in so long, which made him almost like a virgin of sorts.
Though, he did not fuck like one.
âLook at youu, so wet and pretty for my cock,â His words feel as though they were cascading down onto your entire spread frame with how contrastingly gentle they were.Â
Currently, his pretty reddened tip was busy driving up and down the expanse of your puffy folds, gathering your syrupy slick all over his skin and letting it smear into the wetness thatâd decorated his length from previously.
Sukuna doesnât miss a single twitch in your body and his multiple pupils dilate as he watches your cunt slobber and twitch around his length before heâd even pushed it in yet, âDo you like that? Yeah?â You merely replied with a half nod of your head considering the way you were losing your mind right now.Â
It was a constant and tortuous tease of his monstrous cock sinking up and down your sleeky slit, so heavy and profound with the way heâd occasionally rub aloft against your clit.Â
When he finally, finally started to push into you, your back was quickly arching up from the creaking bed and your eyes had crossed from the sheer stretch before rolling delicately back.Â
Sukuna glanced down to gape at your clammy thighs clung carefully in two of his palms as he kept them apart. Then, it's rather whorish the way he spits into the pad of his other thumb, pushes the erection he doesn't have inside you to the left for room, and then swipes that thumb of his down to glissade around your clit.
The motion serves to make his entry a tad bit easier for you but it doesn't hinder the number of times whimpers of his name float past your lips. A set of your fingers wrap around one of his wrists just to hold on whilst his plumping head pushes past your tight ring of resistance.
âO-Ohhmygod,â You whine ever so sweetly, unintentionally causing his shaft to bulge deeper into you with an eager-to-please thrust of his hips.
Sukunaâs groans are probably the most hauntingly sexy thing youâve ever heard in your life. The sound takes up the entire bedroom and has your cunt gushing around him and then pulling his cock all the way into the hilt.Â
Youâre clinging on his wrist as you gasp from the streeetch he was bullying you with. And he wasnât even trying to be rough with you (yet), it was just natural. Someone of his size was bound to come with a bit of pain. Luckily for you, getting your throat fucked prior to this had you soaked beyond belief.
Well, that and the fact that youâd been turned on ever since he sent his glares your way.
Right now though? That glare has been replaced with dainty pleasure thatâs washed his grumped faceâleaving his eyebrows tensed upwards, mouth salivating heavily, and eyes practically forming small hearts in them.
Something in his brain is sputtering. You were so unfairly warm around him that he felt as though heâd finally made it to heaven for a moment; right here, inside you.
After heâs got one cock completely flush within your weeping pussy and has given you a moment long enough to adjust to his size, his hips begin to pry backâjust barely. He could only pull his length out a few inches before stuffing himself right back in with a raw, anxious grunt tumbling out of him.
Now that, he hated. He absolutely despised how addictively good you felt. So much so that it takes over his body and before he even realizes what heâs doing, heâs got you folded up into a mating press. Now his hips were relentless against yours, the clapping of skin bouncing about the room as he sang out groans of how perfect you were.
You were under him struggling to breathe with the inability to move your bodyâyour arms pinned over your head by two of his hands, his others on your legs. Itâs not until his cockhead sloppily slips out of your cunt with a gushy squelch and then accidentally presses against that second hole, catching against your rim and earring a whine of surprise from you.
Sukunaâs body halts at the sound and he wouldâve stopped entirely if not for the heightened, âFuck, yes,â that ghosts out of you. Then his eyes snap up to your face and he waits until you give him this look that almost has him blowing his load. âDonât stop,â You snicker lightly, eyes glinting with want, âI need both of them.â You demand.
Again, the monsterâs brain all but malfunctions. His hips are moving at the same time his lips are to respond with a straining simper of, âFilthy girlâŠâ You feel his slathered mushroom tip begin to press forward once more, this time to ease carefully into your ass. Thereâs another span of slowness as you wince upon entry, though, itâs not a wince of unwelcoming. âYouâve already begun to soak up one of my cocks and now youâre begging for the second?â He teases.
The fluids from your cunt easily served as lube for him to glide in almost smoothly after a few minutes of adjustment. And his second, upper cock doesnât take much longer to swell back in between your puffy folds. Â
Sukuna couldnât even try to stop himself from cumming the moment he had both of his dicks inside you. It was rather immediate, the cluttered spurts of globby cum into both of your tight caverns of warmth and wetness. His groan is bellowing and almost apologetic as he does so, hips quickly snapping forward in hopes of distracting you from the way heâd manage to cum so early.
âŠEven though youâd long since made multiple messes around him by now.
Incoherent moans choke out of you now, eyes crossed into dizziness from being filled by not one but two veiny cocks. âSâkunaa,â Youâd cry out in a blabbering slur, face a mess of drool and tears as your gaze remained lust-glossed. âI f-feel sâfuckinâ full,â You grumble, arms twitching to escape the weight his own kept on them.
He hadnât even started moving yet and both of you were completely drunk on one another. Sukuna felt like he couldnât think and you definitely couldnât breathe coherently.Â
Huffing, âLook at you, all spread out and dumb on my cocks,â Sukuna has the never to murmur to you before leaning his heavy body down and caressing his slippery thumb downwards against your clit. Then he eaches your ear and your brain feels like mush as he whispers carefully, âPrettiest thing Iâve seen in centuries.â
âK-Keep talking about how-, hahh.. h-how old you are, mâclose,â You snicker just barely as he turns his head and sticks his tongue out to lap the tears and saliva up from your face.
Then heâs talking against your skin whilst gently rocking his hips forward, just pressing deep against your slicking insides. âOh, you think youâre so funny, huh?â He challenges.
To which you break out a smile, âMhmm..â
Itâs instinct the way his fingers narrow around your clit to pinch hard enough that a throb is induced from your body. The damn monster acted as though the entire weight of his body wasnât already smothering you down into the bed, âLaugh now.âÂ
âFuu-uckâŠâ You gasp in reaction, âMmgh! hnngh, Sukuna!â
âYouâll wear my name out if you keep moaning it like that,â He whispers playfully as he finally adjusts his weighty body to help you bring some oxygen back into your lungs. Not that this lasts long since the greedy tongue from his stomach mouth soon splays out against your lower abdomen and slathers its way down to your clit to lull over. Your walls instantly begin to cuddle the swelling shafts of his cocks in reaction.
Yet you still manage to scoff, âWould you r-rather meâfuck, that f-feels goodâmoan something else?â
âI would rather you shut the fuck up,â He counters before releasing your arms from his hold and then stuffing two fingers into your mouth. You muffle something bratty out against his digits but that only makes him smile, âAhh, muuuch better. No more of those annoying words out of that drooling mouth of yours. So messyâŠâ
From there on out, everything is just messy and no longer soft. In Sukunaâs mind, he gave you ample time to relish in what little he possesses of a âsoft-sideâ but now it was time to get back on track.
Those angry hips of his waste no more time with meeting your skin with haphazard thrusts as the veins decorating his bulking dicks rub all drunkenly against your honeyed walls.
Quickly earning a groan from him, âMmgh, I prefer you this way, human.â To which you begin to lap your tongue around his fingers and work your mouth against them skillfully. âSuck harder,â He demands.
You, ever the brat, then decide to clasp your teeth around his fingers and instead of wining in pain or even flinching, Sukunaâs eyes flash something crazed before he moans, âA-Ah⊠fuck, bite me again.â He pants hotly, feeling your jaw clamp again, âHarder,â He scolds. Followed by which is a smile thatâs paired with a very faint whine, âFuuuck yes, just like that.. good girl.â
Then heâs snapping into your harder, silently letting you know youâve done nothing more than fuel his desire and causing the bed beneath the two of you to creak and thrash against the wall. His cum spills past your lips and your puckered hole whilst his monstrous sizes fill you out, leaving a creamy ring of white around his bases.
The mess of it all drools down to wrap around his balls thatâd been busy clashing against your skin just as much as his insistent hips were. Sukuna was a merciless fuck, something of which any human youâve ever been with could never compare to.
âYouâre enjoying this, arenât you? Having two fat cocks stretch out your needy holes?â Sukuna drawls out before he hears a shatter of wood from somewhere.Â
His eyes leave you for hardly even a second to see that the bed under you both seems to have broken. Nevertheless, there were more important things to tend to right nowâsuch as a sudden splatter of something profusely soaked from below.Â
Sukuna looks down faster than ever and his body shudders at the sight and feeling of you squirting on him, âAnd look at that pussy, my, my⊠what a slutty lilâ thing she is.â
âS-Sukuna-, hnngh! Sâtoo m-much!â Youâre sobbing out, feeling a hand of his come up to cradle your cheek and swat away those messy tears of yours. Heâd just licked the last batch of cries away from your face and yet you had the gall to wet it all over again? How rude.
âOh hush your crying, slut.â He scolds, leaning all the way up now and waiting until your stream comes to a stop, âThis canât possibly be your first time squirting.â
âIt iss,â You whimper, eyes rolling back, and legs still quivering from it. âSâtoo fuckinâ m-much⊠nngh-,â Your last moan is a bit quieter considering your voice is rather lost to pleasure by this point.
âAnd yet you took it all,â Sukuna huffs with a roll of his eyes. Then he slides out of you, his thick seed splattering out against your sweaty skin and leaving a mess of obscenity behind. âAll of my inches, deeper and deeper into the back of those weepy holes.â He hums, tone reverberating against his throat.
Your body is left convulsing for a long moment whilst you feel the weight in the bed shifting, your eyes sealed shut, and mouth agape to capture most of your lost breath back.
Sukunaâs touch had left you and you thought you both were done. Uh-fucking-fortunately for you, itâs not long before his hands are gabbing at your thighs and tugging your body down against the bed.
You gasp loudly as your eyes fly open and you look down to see him in between your legs, face way too close to your pulsing pussy. âSukuna, w-wait⊠youâre not about toââ
âRelaax, silly human. I just want to clean you up,â He murmurs slyly, angling his head inward and bringing his lips to the mess of cum and remnants of your squirting. You take a second to relax again but when you do, his eyes are hungry on yours, âPerfect,â He sighs, watching you bring a hand down and then diving it into his pink hair. âNow watch me feast.â
And feast he does, licking up every drop of cum thatâd been left all over your gorgeous skin. Sukuna may have absolutely ruined you but heâd never leave you like that. His tongue is kittenish against your inner thighs and around your abdomen, making sure to clean around your cunt and saving the best part for last.
When he finally gets there, heâs pussydrunk all over again. His fat tongue dives past your plush folds and then gives them a firm suck to tug his seed out of you, âMmgh.. we taste⊠ah, delicious together.â He whispers into your pussy. âHaahh, my woman spoiled me so well, mmhmm.â
Youâre flinching every now and then due to the prominent sense of overstimulation thrumming throughout your body but since his tongue isnât as bullying as the rest of him had beenâŠ
Broken and soft, âY-Your?â you ask with barely furrowed brows.
âPwah, you heard me. My woman,â He spits out, thumbs coming up to pry your glossy lips apart and watch you throb, âIsnât that right, beautiful?â He says to your cunt softly. You clench around nothing weakly and that brings a tender smile to his face, âMh, such a helpful lilâ thingâŠâ
...So much for simply summoning a ghost or meeting a monster.
Your slutty ass just had to go the extra mile and fuck both wrapped up in one sexy package, huh?
One boyfriend with a god complex was dangerous enough⊠until his twin decided your holes were fair game in their little bet.
pairing : nerd!jo x reader x frat!jo
cw : explicit sexual content, threesome, dubcon, humiliation kink, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, oral, p in v, creampie, cum play, spanking, face-fucking, overstimulation, mdni, 18+. (nerdjo - satoru & fratjo - gojo)
synopsis : your boyfriend Gojo drops the casual line about wanting to âtry something newâ to keep things spicy. youâre terrified of losing him, so you swallow the nerves and say yesâit canât be that bad, right?
WC : 3.8k | art by @/thatsallitchief
You always were a sucker for pretty blue eyes, especially when they came wrapped in that angelic, snowy-white hair that looked like it belonged on some fallen angel whoâd rather sin than save.
Gojoâyour Gojo, the king of campusâwas exactly that. Six-foot-four of pure, cocky trouble. Every girl wanted him. Bitches dropped their panties the second he flashed that lazy, panty-melting grin. His locker was a fucking shrine of pink envelopes and perfume scented notes begging for just one night with that fat cock. He flirted with everyone, touched waists in the hallway like it was nothing, and still somehow ended up balls-deep in a different girl every weekend before you.
So when youâplain, nervous little youâfinally shoved your shaky confession letter into his hands after class, you figured itâd drown in the ocean of thirsty pussy he already had. A drop of water. Nothing. But the bastard read it right there, smirked like heâd it amused him, and said, âYeah. Letâs do it, baby.â
You knew he was freaky. Knew it from the way heâd pin you against the wall after dates and growl shit like âI wanna ruin youâ while grinding his thick, heavy cock against your stomach. But you didnât expect the text that came three weeks in:
âWanna try something new babe? Trust me, youâll love it. My place, Friday, 8. Wear something that makes me wanna fuck you stupid.â
Your stomach dropped. This was it, he was bored already. Probably wanted to bring in some other slut, watch her choke on his dick while you sat there like a pathetic cuckquean, or worse, wanted you to watch him rail someone else.
Manipulative blue-eyed asshole. You cried in your dorm that night, but you still showed up. Because losing him? Not an option. You were addicted to the way he stretched your tight little cunt, the way he laughed when you squirted all over his abs, the way he called you his good girl while he pumped you full.
So here you are, Friday night, heart hammering, dressed like the desperate whore you are for him. Tiny black pleated skirt that barely covers the bottom curve of your assâevery step flashes the lacy edge of your thong. Low-cut red top clinging to your tits, nipples already pebbled and poking through the thin fabric like theyâre begging to be sucked raw. Heels that make your legs look obscene. You came here to get fucked. Hard. Rough. Until you canât walk straight.
The front doorâs unlocked like he said. You push it open andâThere he is. But not your Gojo.
Same snowy hair, same ocean blue eyes, same stupidly perfect face⊠except this one has messy strands falling into his glasses, a black shirt stretched across a lean, ripped chest, and gray sweats that do nothing to hide the heavy outline of a fat cock resting against his thigh.
Satoru. The brother you vaguely remember Gojo mentioning once in passing. You didnât know it was a twin. A carbon copy. Beautiful. Dangerous.
Heâs lounging on the couch, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back like he owns the fucking planet. His eyes rake over you slow âstarting at your heels, crawling up your bare thighs, lingering on the way your skirt rides up enough to show the soft underside of your ass, then higher to your tits spilling out of that slutty top. You have no idea what's going on his head. His expression looked neutral, bored but a little amused.
Your heart beats harder. Same eyes. Same stare. But the look in them isnât the playful hunger youâre used to. This is darker. Hungrier.
He tilts his head, voice low and smooth, a little raspier than Gojoâs. âAre you his girlfriend?â
You nod, throat dry. âY-yeahâŠâ
His gaze drops to your tits again, slow and deliberate, then lower, like heâs mentally peeling your skirt off. âHmmm. Not bad.â The words drip with pure lust, like heâs grading how well youâd take two cocks at once. âName?â
âY/nâŠâ
He smirks, lazy and wicked, adjusting his glasses with one long finger. âIâm Satoru. You can call me Toru.â
Your cheeks burn. âYeâyeah, sure. Whereâs Gojo?â
Toru jerks his chin toward the hallway, eyes never leaving your body. âIn his room.â
You swallow hard. âThen⊠I think I should go.â
âYeah,â he drawls, voice thick with filthy promise. His cock twitches visibly in those sweats. âSee you in a bit.â
You nod way too fast and bolt down the hallway, heels clicking, skirt swishing against your ass, pussy already dripping down your thighs because what the actual fuck.
'See you in a bit.'
What the hell did he mean by that?
Your mindâs spinning, heart slamming against your ribs. Is he really gonna be here? Sitting in the living room, hearing every damn thing?
What the fuck were you thinking, agreeing to this?
What the fuck was Gojo thinking?
You stop right outside Gojoâs bedroom door. You can already hear low music playing inside. Your boyfriendâs voice humming something lazy. Your hand shakes as you reach for the door⊠You knock once, soft and shaky, like youâre scared the whole house will hear how desperate you already are. The door swings open almost immediately.
There he is, all cocky grin and messy white hair, wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweats that hang dangerously below his sharp hipbones. The thick outline of his cock is already half-hard, bulging obscenely against the fabric like it knows exactly why youâre here.
His eyes rake over you the same filthy way his twin did âstarting at your heels, dragging up your bare thighs, lingering on the way your tiny skirt rides up to flash the curve of your ass, then higher to your tits practically spilling out of that slutty red top. Nipples hard as diamonds, poking through like theyâre begging for his mouth.
âFuck, baby,â he drawls, voice low and gravelly, one big hand immediately palming his dick through the sweats, squeezing the fat length like heâs showing off. âLook at you. Dressed like a whore, huh?â
Your face burns. You can feel the heat crawl down your neck, your thighs pressing together instinctively. He doesnât wait for an answer. Long fingers wrap around your wrist and he yanks you inside. Before you can even catch your breath, his mouth is on your titsâhot, wet, sucking one hard nipple right through the thin fabric while his other hand shoves your top down, freeing both breasts to the cool air.
âThese tits,â he groans against your skin, tongue swirling around the stiff peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper. âFuckinâ perfect. Gonna look so pretty bouncing while I pound you.â
You slap a hand over your own mouth to muffle the moan that rips out of you. His brother. Satoru. Heâs right there in the house. What if he hears? What if he comes closer? Your stupid, reckless boyfriend doesnât even seem to care.
You push at Gojoâs chest weakly, panting. âG-Gojo⊠wait⊠are we really gonna do it here?â
He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, smirking down at you like you just asked the dumbest question in the world. âYeah, why not, babe?â
âWell⊠shouldnât we go somewhere more privateâŠ?â
âThis is my house, yeah?â He shrugs, lazy and unbothered, already grinding his hard dick against your stomach. âSo whatâs the issue?â
You swallow hard. âWell⊠your brotherâs hereâŠâ
âOhhh, you saw him?â Gojoâs grin turns downright devilish. Blue eyes glittering with something dark and excited.
You nod, cheeks flaming. âHmm. GojoâŠâ You try again, voice small. âAre we really gonna do it? I mean⊠things are great between us, right?â
He tilts his head, brows furrowing for the first time. âYou agreed to it, baby. Why the cold feet now?â
âI⊠I meanââ
He cuts you off mid-sentence, eyes flicking over your shoulder toward the doorway. A slow, filthy smile spreads across his face. âAhhh. Heâs here. Letâs start, babe?â
Your heart stutters. âYeah butâ"
Okay, wait⊠he? Did he just say⊠heâs here? Did you hear that one right? Well truth be told, Gojo never said the other person was a girl, did he? He just said âsomething new,â âto spice things up.â You assumed it would be some hot sorority chick he wanted to bang. Not⊠not this.
As if the universe is mocking your spiraling thoughts, a low, familiar voice cuts through the room from behind you.
âYeah, letâs get it over with. Iâve got studying to do after this.â
You whip around so fast your skirt flares.
Itâs him. His brother. Glasses slightly fogged, snowy hair messier than before, black shirt already half-unbuttoned to reveal a lean, cut chest that looks just as carved as Gojoâs. Heâs stepping inside, long fingers lazily popping the last few buttons open one by one. The shirt slides off his shoulders and hits the floor. He reaches back without looking, shuts the door with a soft click, then twists the lock.
Your brain short-circuits.
You look between themâsame eyes, same smirks, and their fat cocks already straining against their sweats like theyâve been hard since the second they saw you in that tiny skirt.
Gojo steps up behind you, hands sliding around to grope your bare tits again, rolling your nipples between his fingers while he grinds his dick against your ass.
Satoru steps closer, eyes locked on where Gojoâs hands are mauling your chest, then dropping lower to the way your thighs are trembling. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out except a pathetic little squeak.
Is the threesome your boyfriend mentioned⊠with none other than his fucking twin brother?!
************
You donât know what the fuck you did in your past life to deserve this kind of depravity, but clearly the universe decided to pay you back in the filthiest way possible.
All you wanted was the pretty boy Gojo, to be yours. To love you stupid, to fuck you so dumb and deep that your greedy little cunt would reshape itself around his fat cock forever, molded to take only him.
But when the hell did it spiral into this?
When did it turn into the same boyfriend pinning your thighs wide open with his big hands, spreading you like a fucking buffet so his twin brother could stare straight into your dripping, needy pussy? Legs hooked over Gojoâs forearms, skirt and thong forgotten on the floor, your slick, swollen folds are on full obscene display. Your clitâs throbbing visibly, hole twitching and weeping like itâs already begging for both of them.
They looked the fuckin' same. If it werenât for the glasses and the messy hair on one and the cocky grin on the other, you wouldnât even be able to tell them apart. And now the sick, horny part of your brain is screaming one question louder than the rest:
Do they have the same cock too?
Youâre about to find out.
Satoru kneels between your spread thighs like heâs got a goddamn anatomy final tomorrow and your cunt is the only textbook that matters. Heâs close enough that you can feel his hot breath ghosting over your clit, making it jump.
âDamnâŠâ he mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on your pussy like it personally offended him by being this perfect. âYour bitch has a nice cunt, Gojo.â
Gojo laughs, that dark, smug sound vibrating against your back where heâs got you cradled against his chest. âTold ya. And itâs so fuckinâ tightâcanât even last in her without wanting to blow my load like a virgin. She milks me dry every time.â
Satoru hums, leaning in closer. âHold her legs up higher. I wanna see everything.â
Gojo obeys instantly, gripping under your knees and yanking your thighs back until youâre practically folded in half, cunt spread wide and obscene, hole fluttering under their stares.
âLike this?â Gojo asks, voice dripping with filthy pride.
Satoru nods slow. âYeah. Perfect.â
Then his long fingers are thereâtwo of them sliding through your folds, spreading your slick, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit until your hips jerk and a slutty moan rips out of you.
Gojo laughs again, right against your ear. âNow now, donât feel too good yet, yeah? Youâre gonna make me think I wasnât fuckinâ you good enough before.â
âN-no,â you whimper, voice shaking, âthatâs notâah!â
Satoru doesnât let you finish. He dips his head and drags his tongue in one long, filthy stripe from your leaking hole all the way up to your clit, sucking the little bud into his mouth like heâs starving.
You cry out, hands flying to clutch Gojoâs thick forearms, nails digging in as your whole body arches.
Gojo presses a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, teeth grazing. âThatâs it, baby. Such a good thing for us.â
Satoru pulls back just enough to slide one finger inside youâthen twoâcurling them slow and deep while his thumb keeps rubbing messy circles on your clit. He looks up at both of you, blue eyes dark and mocking behind his glasses.
âHowâs it feel, prick?â he asks Gojo, voice thick. âWatching your girlfriendâs tight little cunt get played with by me?â
Gojo groans low, one hand sliding down to pinch and roll your nipple hard between his fingers, tugging until you whine. âI hate to admit it⊠but Iâm glad I lost that fuckinâ game. Wouldnât miss this for anything.â
Your brain stutters. âW-what gameâŠ?â
You barely get the words out, voice all breathy and wrecked while Satoruâs fingers pump in and out of your sopping cunt, slick dripping down his wrist.
Gojo chuckles dark, twisting your nipple again while he grinds his hard cock against your ass. âY'know baby, last week we were playing this racing game. Shit got heated. We put a bet on it. Toru said if he won⊠heâd get to fuck my girlfriend.â He leans down, lips brushing your ear. âAnd here we are, baby. Your pussy on the lineâand he fucking won.â
A fresh gush of slick floods out around Toruâs fingers the second the words sink in. Your boyfriend bet your cunt in a video game. And lost. And now his twin is knuckle-deep in you, scissoring you open like he owns it. You should be mortified. You should be pissed.
Instead your cunt clenches hard around those invading fingers, thighs shaking, because thatâs the hottest thing youâve ever heard.
Satoru smirks, feeling you flutter. âAlways hated this prick,â he mutters, eyes never leaving your face as he fucks you deeper. âWanted to get back at him. Canât believe he was hoarding a tight cunt like this all to himself.â
Gojo snorts, still playing with your tits like theyâre his personal stress toys. âA little gratitude is fine, yeah?â
Satoru just rolls his eyes. âYeah, go fuck yourself.â
Then he pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch, stands up in one smooth motion, and shoves his sweats down.
His cock springs freeâthick, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, slapping up against his cut abs with a lewd smack. Itâs identical to Gojoâs. Precum beads at the slit, dripping down the shaft as he wraps a hand around it and strokes once, slow and filthy.
âPlaytimeâs over,â he says, voice rough, eyes locked on your gaping, dripping hole. âLetâs get this over with. Iâve got better things to do.â
You blink hard, once, twice, like the universe is straight-up trolling you. Because look at thatâSatoruâs cock is the fuckin' same as Gojoâs. Same ridiculous length, same thick, veiny girth, same angry flushed head already drooling precum down the shaft like itâs been waiting to ruin you. Is that even biologically possible?
It slaps up against his abs with a heavy, wet sound and you swear the damn thing twitches like itâs waving hello, mocking you. Buy-one-get-one-free deal on the worldâs most dangerous dick. You just wanted one pretty blue-eyed devil to rearrange your guts⊠and now youâve got two that look like they were cloned in a lab specifically to ruin your holes.
Youâre not complaining. Not even a little.
Especially not when Gojo hooks his big hands under your knees and folds you in half, shoving your thighs all the way back until your knees kiss your tits. Your pussy completely exposedâpuffy, soaked, clit swollen and shiny. Your hole flutters openly under their gaze, dripping a fresh string of slick down to your asshole.
Satoru slaps his fat cock against your folds twiceâwet, obscene smacks that make your cunt clench hardâthen lines up and pushes in slow. Inch by thick inch, stretching you open like heâs claiming territory.
âFuuuuck,â he groans, head falling back, glasses slipping down his nose. âHaaa⊠so fuckinâ tight⊠goddamn, what the hell is this pussy made of? S'choking me.â
Gojo laughs low and filthy right by your ear. âTold ya, man. Cuntâs so tiny I can barely last ten strokes without blowing. She was made for this.â
Satoru starts movingâslow, deep, grinding thrusts that drag every vein along your walls. He curses under his breath with every snap of his hips.
He can't help it. Satoru never felt anything this good in his life⊠Who knew fucking his own brotherâs pretty little girlfriend would feel this fucking perfect? He shouldâve done this earlier.
He bottoms out and grinds in circles, stirring your insides. âWhyâs it so goddamn tight, huh? Your boyfriendâs dick that small? Hasnât stretched you out right?â
Gojo scoffs, still holding your legs wide. âOh hey, come on, shut the fuck up. Mineâs bigger than yours, asshole.â
âI donât think sooo,â Satoru mocks, slamming in harder just to watch you squeal.
âWell I think sooo,â Gojo fires back, one hand dropping to rub tight, mean circles on your swollen clit while his twin rails you. He looks down at your fucked-out faceâmouth hanging open, eyes glassy. âRight, baby? Tell him whose cock is bigger. Back your man up.â
You canât. You literally canât. Your brain is melted, eyes rolling back as Satoruâs cock bullies that spongy spot inside you over and over. He chuckles, dark and smug. âSheâs fuckinâ cock-drunk already, bro. Look at herâcanât even talk.â
Gojo grins. âLetâs ask her properly then.â
Satoru yanks out with a wet pop, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching around nothing.
Gojo lightly slaps your cheekâonce, twiceâbringing you back to earth. âBaby⊠tell me the truth. Whose is bigger? Mine or his?â
Your eyes dart between them. You bite your lip, then do the sluttiest thing imaginable: you reach down with both hands, spread your own dripping pussy lips wide open, and whimper,
âI⊠I donât know⊠Put it in here⊠Iâll⊠Iâll tell youâŠâ
They both freeze for half a second, then groan like you just killed them.
âJesus Christ,â Gojo mutters, already shoving his cock into your stretched hole in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You scream into the sheets, clutching fistfuls of fabric as he starts pounding.
âHowâs that, baby? Mineâs bigger, yeah?â
Satoru rips him back out and slams in right afterâsame depth, same force. âMineâs bigger, isnât it?â
You stutter, voice wrecked. âB-both⊠both the same sizeâahh fuckâsameâsameââ
âYeah?â Satoru growls, giving you one especially vicious thrust that makes your toes curl. He pulls out, hauls you up like you weigh nothing, flips you onto all fours, and buries himself back inside in one go. Your face smashes into the sheets, ass up high, back arched like a bitch in heat.
âNow now, donât forget me,â Gojo says, crawling in front of your face. He strokes his leaking cock, smearing precum across your lips. âHere, baby. Open upâaaahhh.â
You obey instantly, sucking him down your throat like his good girl, hollowing your cheeks while Satoru pounds your pussy from behind.
Heaven. This is actual fucking heavenâsandwiched between two monstrous cocks, one brutalizing your cunt, the other fucking your throat in perfect sync. They pick up speed, hips snapping, balls slapping. Satoru keeps nailing that spot until your eyes cross.
âHmmâToruâright thereânghhâmoreââ
Gojo grabs your hair, yanks you back onto his cock. âCome on, donât forget your poor boyfriend now.â
They fuck you faster, meanerâSatoru cums first with a guttural âFUCKKKKâcummingââ and a hard slap to your ass that leaves a burning handprint. Thick ropes of hot cum flood your pussy, so much it squirts out around his cock.
The feeling of him pulsing inside you makes you moan around Gojoâs dick, throat tightening. Thatâs all it takesâGojo groans âBabeâaaahhh shitââ and unloads straight down your throat, holding your head still while you swallow every drop like the cumslut you are.
All three of you are panting, sweat-slick, wrecked. Thick white cum leaks from your abused pussy and drips from the corner of your mouth. Your ass is still in the air, cunt twitching. Satoru lazily rubs two fingers through your folds, spreading the mess, playing with your oversensitive clit until you whimper.
You think thatâs it. Youâre foolish enough to believe theyâre done.
Gojo smirks, wiping sweat from his brow. âWanna take this side?â
Satoru shrugs, already hard again. âYeah, sure. Whatever.â
And they switch.
They keep trading your holes like youâre their personal fucktoyâGojo in your pussy while Satoru fucks your throat, then Satoru back in your cunt while Gojo uses your mouth, over and over until you lose count. You donât even know when it ends. Time stops existing. All you know is cock, cum, and the wet sounds of them ruining you.
When you finally blink back to reality, your eyes flutter open to the most obscene sight: both of them latched onto your tits like starving men. Gojo sucking and biting one nipple, Satoru on the other, tongues swirling, teeth grazing, hands squeezing your soft flesh while their still-hard cocks rest heavy against your thighs. Your tits ache sweetly from all the sucking and biting, nipples puffy and dark.
You reach down, threading your fingers through their snowy hair, caressing gently as they nurse on you like theyâll never get enough.
Gojo pops off your nipple with a wet sound, grinning up at you with that same cocky sparkle. âFuck⊠we mightâve just knocked you up tonight, baby.â
Satoru lifts his head too, lips shiny with spit. âGood luck figuring out whose it is. Kidâs gonna come out looking exactly like both of us.â
Gojo laughs, low and filthy, nipping your tit again. âGuess I'll just have to keep breeding this perfect cunt until I make sure it's mine.â
Satoru smirks, already rubbing his cock against your leaking hole again. âOne more?â
"Toruuuu....." you pouts softly, as you thread your fingers through their hair, petting gently, pulling them both back down to your tits.
Yeah. Youâd said yes to âsomething newâ because you were terrified of losing your boyfriend. And now⊠this.
Two perfect, pretty boys, both of them buried so deep inside you that you can still feel the phantom stretch. Both of them looking at you like youâre the prize theyâd fight over. Both of them still hard against your thighs, already thinking about going at it again.
Thank god you said yes.
Thank god you trusted that reckless suggestion.
Because if you hadnât⊠youâd still be having just one of them. Now youâve got two.
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meeting superman is a very big deal. you'd been such a big fan of him since you were in middle school and he'd made his debut in the justice league.
now you're in your twenties, and after having gone through a long process to worm your way into the league by showing off your magnificent and very unique shapeshifting abilities, you were able to meet all of your childhood role models. but none of them beat superman.
you felt like you were dreaming at how nice he was to you within the first month of you being a justice league member. a superhero, a public figure. he'd accompany you on missions as your mentor and give you heap-loads of praise even if you screwed up.
if he had to rescue you last minute from an enemy, he'd patch you up with gentle hands and whisper pretty words to you, cooing about how mean those guys were for scarring your sweet little face. he gives you a big, warm hug before dropping you off to your quarters so you can rest.
he can practically see hearts in your eyes whenever he talks to you. barry and hal tease him endlessly about it, how he should charm his way into your pants or anything and that he's halfway there. bruce says; "don't you dare, clark." and diana stays completely out of it. at first, clark is firmly in agreeance with bruce.
you're the baby of the group, naive and gentle and you definitely couldn't handle a guy like him anyway. "i'm not sure i could ever see her like that, boys." he shrugs with a little charming smile. "she told me she had a poster of me up on her wall when she was in ninth grade. do you want me to ruin that for her?"
but the longer he spends with you, the more his restraint waivers. you're so cute, in a kitten-like way. always trying to show off for him, shifting yourself into different people to mock them just to get a laugh out of him. following him around all wide eyed even if he laughs and kindly tells you he has to take a nap or needs some alone time (he can't tell you all the touching you're doing is giving him a hard on and he needs to jerk off so he doesn't come onto you).
but you won't stop, you're just so excited to be around him and you blurt out how he's your role model and you love him so much and he doesn't even realize he's doing it before his lips are on yours and he's cramming you into a little alcove with his strong hands holding you in place.
clark is known to have so much restraint, and he doesn't understand why it all flew out the window with you. but the second his tongue enters your mouth, he doesn't care to hold back anymore. he swirls his tongue round yours, having made quick work of pushing it into your mouth, and starts tugging off your clothes with a swiftness you've never seen before because he's never impatient with anything. you gasp and moan when he trails his lips down to your pulse point and starts sucking lovebites onto your soft skin, bruising and biting your flesh with no restraint.
he doesn't care if you're more than a decade younger than him, he doesn't care if he's your idol and you would never expect him to do this to you, you had it coming. grabbing him a few inches away from his bulge, hanging off his arm and giggling about how perfect he is and how you love him... well. he'll see if you still love him after he fucks a heavy load of cum into your pretty hole.
Synopsis. Six months since youâve broken up with Toji Zenin - hotshot center for the menâs national team, perhaps the most feared man in ice hockey - and youâve moved onâŠsomewhat. Six months since youâve broken up with him, and listen- Toji doesnât mean to be a homewrecker, but heâd totally still wreck that pâahem. Now if only he could get that two-timing boyfriend of yours out of the wayâŠ
A/N. SURPRISE!! Hiiiiiiiiighly request hehehe- inspired by this scrumptious Tiktok by the lovely @/bellursjournal <33
234 fights.
234 won.
Ice hockey wasnât just about the hard-hitting, fast-paced, ice-cold adrenaline that coursed through each and every single player thereâoutreaching like a gale towards the rows of audiences that jumped up in elation. Shivering at the impact of every skate, glide, and punch.
No, ice hockey was also about bringing people together.
And as corny as it may sound, it was part of why Toji loved these games so much. As one, he made them stand. He made them shout. He fired them up until they became immune to the frigidness of Milano Santagiulia Ice Hockey Arena.
So it wasnât exactly out-of-the-ordinary to see a fight start up during one of these games - between players (him especially) and between fans.
What was slightly unusual was to see a fight occur between a player and a fan. Which is exactly what he was watching happen right now.
And even more unusual was just who it was.
Youâarguing with some brute he assumed to be your boyfriend.
TchâŠTojiâs scarred lips curl without him even realizing it. Heâd noticed you the second you stepped into the rink - he always did. The second youâd stepped into his life, the second youâd stepped out of it. It was like this undeniable tug at the pit of his stomach, this rush of victory, this sudden warmth that he couldnât explain - and couldnât quite imitate no matter how many layers he wore.
Not that he would reminisce, of course.Â
Youâd met at one of his gamesâand to this day, no matter how many other matches he played in, he still considers that one of his best. It was in the feeling that you gave him - that game felt different. It was.
His eyes kept drifting to where you sat behind the plexiglass, and his skates have never glided smoother across the ice. It was a win for the records. After the game, Toji himself had been mulling over whether or not he should approach that pretty university student that had been shouting his name throughout the entire game- when you yourself had shyly walked up to him in the fan-signing section.
Steps tentative, a book crushed to your chest.
Youâd asked him for an autograph in that sweet voiceâand heâd scribbled his number out then and there. Media training be damned.
And when heâd asked you who your favorite player was- lo and behold, youâd replied that it wasâŠShiu Kong. He doesnât think heâs laughed louder in his life.
That was also the game that got him on the radars of national team scouts.
Youâd dated for a year. Almost exactly.
And to be transparent, itâs already been six months since the two of you broke up. Over someâŠhonestly, he doesnât even remember properly. He knew it had to do with his updated training regiment and the way heâd been pushing himself during the Olympics drafting season - and because of it, Toji knew he fucked up. He knew he missed dates, missed quality time, missed milestones. Barely came home from the rink.
You didnât even care about that, he thinks. You wanted him to pace himself and take some breaks, he thought that sounded like a nightmare. Eventually, the last straw had been when heâd missed your one-year anniversary, and itâd accumulated into an explosive argument- that, he could remember.
Heâs gotten better since then, he thinks.
But Toji was just about as over it as any man would be over the love of his life- fuck, did he really get his cringe after the break-up? That probably wasnât good for his health. But itâs just thatâŠhe hasnât felt that particular rush of victory ever since you left.
Not even when he was chosen for the official Japanese ice hockey team, not even when they landed in Milan, not even when they progressed to the finals.
But todayâŠ
The fucking finals of the Olympics and he was sitting on the playersâ bench before the game, scouring the stands for but a glimpse of you. The fuck have you done to him?Â
He could feel that surge of warmth, however. As though every fibre of his body had long since attuned to you, wasnât whole without y- fuck off. The point was that you were somewhere here.
And Toji was reminded of those days youâd be sitting in the very first row of his games- front and center, waving a banner with his number, wearing one of his red jerseys. ZENINâit would say on the back. Not one from the merchandise store, of course, though those sold out so fast that even Toji himself wouldnât be able to get his hands on one.
So his eyes slid along the first rows of fans. The turnout was incredible.
Japan vs. the US.Â
And Toji could guise his sudden alertness towards the audience as checking for any distractions in the stands - he didnât want to be off his game during the fucking finals, now, did he? Especially not considering that their newest recruited defense player wasâŠ
But he knew that was bullshit.
Nothing ever threw Toji Zenin off his game.
And yetâŠand yet once he spotted you - seated amongst a clump of blue-wearing supporters on the other side of the rink, right opposite where he sat on the playersâ benches - he couldnât help the sudden jitter that ran through his body. Honestly, he thinks he might just break that streak of (substantiated) overconfidence before a match-
Fuck, how beautiful you were.Â
Just as beautiful as the day he lost you, it makes everything almost move in slow-motion. If this were a movie - and it somewhat feels like one right about now - then the music would swell, and Tojiâs eyes would turn to hearts, and perhaps thereâd be a dance number or two and then a montage of-
Bullshit, bullshit! Toji Zenin wasnât thrown off his game.
Toji Zenin was unaffected by your presence- and the fact that you were wearing a jersey clearly representing the other team. He didnât fucking care.
He didnât. Not even about the fact that you were currently in the middle of a very heated argument with one of the US players. Blond hair. Black tips. Shorter than him. Not even by how close you leaned into him. And Toji doesnât bother to wipe the scowl off of his face as he perks his ears in your direction - one could never be too sure whether you were trading secrets with this e-boy blue-team boyfriend of yours.
You would never, to be clear, but just- just let him fucking evesdrop-
ââcanât believe you would do this to me.â Your voice carries, and the little tremor in your tone makes his eyes widen.
Sure enough, he could see the glimmer of tears in your eyes.
Youâre rising up from your seat slightly, and it draws the attention of fans around you. Seething, âI canât believe you would-â
âShhhhhhhhââ The man has the audacity to bring a finger to his lips and shush, likely louder than you were being in your controlled tone. Trembling, but controlled. His half-blond bangs sway just a little as he looks towards his own team and coaches, then back towards you. âYouâre being crazy right now.â
âIâm being crazy?â Laughing in disbelief. Holding up a phone that seemed to be the other manâs, presumably given to you for safe-keeping during the match. âIâve seen the messages, and you say Iâm being crazy-â
âYou are. Youâre acting hysterical and I need you to calm down.â Toji couldnât see the manâs ugly face, as he had his back turned towards the benches. But he could see every bit of how this particular sentence made your expression crumple- âLook I donât know what you think you saw on those texts, but it isnât what you think it is. Itâs locker talk- I went out with the other players, got some drinks, met some fans andâŠnothing happened with any-â
âYouâre cheating on me-â
âYouâre paranoid.â
Your eyes flash, âBut-â
âYou know I always hate to talk to you like this, baby. I really do.â He reaches up and puts a pale hand on the plexiglass, âBut youâre just being paranoid. And I donât want to call you insecure, but-â
âDonât you dareââ Youâre standing up now.
âSee? This is exactly what I mean.â From the ruffling of his uniform, Toji could tell he was crossing his arms. Oh, how he wished this son of an asshole would turn around right now- just turn around and let him get a good look at what gave him the right. His cruel lips curl just a little bit in a way that just looked so familiar. It makes his blood boil. âYouâre being crazy.â
And Toji sees the exact moment you furl in on yourself. âButâŠâ It makes his fists clench.
Before he knows it, heâs gritting his teeth so hard he tastes metal.
âIâm a hockey player, baby, Iâve gotta network.â With such a tone of finality, he ends offââStop being so hysterical, and maybe we can have a civil conversation after.â The man kicks his blades into the ice and starts to push off, âCheer for me loud during the game. My teammates are going to be watching.â
You donât say a thing.
But he does, âYouâre lucky youâre dating me, yâknow?â
And thatâs when Tojiâs eyes finally fall to the text upon the manâs uniform.
ZENIN.
He knows who it is even before he turnsâand Toji falters. Not out of reconsideration, or anxiety, or fear - but out of the sheer surprise that ah, this was going to be convenient.
Because Toji Zenin knew the bastard - more than he would have liked to.
Naoya Zenin was a part of his past whether he wanted to or not. He was the snot-nosed, bratty second heir to Zenin Industries that would hide behind corners and snicker to himself whenever Toji got caught sneaking out to the arena again. Whenever he was told off for going against Zenin family values - against his duty to become the head of their sport equipment business - by whichever higher-up happened to be feigning for a stress outlet that day.
Short and sweet, Toji Zenin wasnât supposed to become an ice hockey playerâlet alone the fucking best in the country. But he digresses.
And how fucking hilarious was it that the (second) heir to a family so vehemently against Toji becoming an ice hockey playerâŠalso became an ice hockey player? He had an inkling this would happen - when Naoyaâs mean-spirited amusement turned into surveillance attempting to catch him sneaking out of the estate, turned into watching him play at the local arena. Turned into awe.
He knew the boy was stunned ever since the first time he watched Toji play. And he never laughed when Toji was caught after that day.
But it seems that that still hadnât stopped the kid from growing up into a fucking asshole like the rest of them.
He was damn glad heâd escaped from that household the very second heâd gotten an offer from a local team, the Tokyo Ice Bucks. Though a morbid part of him wished heâd stayed just long enough to be there for when Naoya announced that he, too, wanted to become just like their disgraced once-heir. How he wished he couldâve seen the reactions of his high-strung relatives, his uptight family friends, his parents, his councilâthough, seemingly it hadnât worked out too bad for Naoya.
As he climbed up the ranks, heâd heard through the grapevine that his cousin had been sent to some of the most expensive training centers in the world. Ultimately getting signed onto a team in the US (though the hefty sum his family had paid likely helped, but those were just rumors of sports businessâŠ). He also knew that the other man had gotten naturalized recently, getting chosen for the Olympics team. He knew it all.
Toji just didnât know that Naoya would also be your fucking boyfriend.
âMajor scene, eh?â Kusakabe clatters himself down on the bench, slightly winded after a practice run. He fixes the laces on his ice skates, âI saw your ex-girlfriend there, sheâs gotten even more beautiful. She seemed to be arguing with-â
âMhm.â Replying absent-mindedly, Toji stands.
âSomething about cheating- what a fucking bastard. Doesnât deserve her, but then again neither did you.â
âI know.â
And Kusakabe frowns, âDoes she know that sheâs dating your weirdo estranged cousin?â
âNo fuckinâ clue.â
âOiâŠâ Comes the slightly wary tone at Tojiâs swift, dismissive responsesâKusakabe looks up at his teammate. âDonât do something stupid.â
But Toji doesnât answer, too fixated on watching the remains of your argument with Naoya: you sitting down weakly in your chair, looking around to make sure no one notices as you wipe away the tears in your ears before they overspill. He sees red.
He shoots up to a stand.
âOi-â Kusakabeâs more panicked tone echoes across the ice- did Toji already get inside the rink? He was skating on the ice before he even registered it. âOi, fuck-face. Asshat. Tojiââ
But Tojiâs eyes were set on one thing, his ears were listening for the commentator announcing the imminent start of the game.
âToji, donât do something stupid-â
And maybe he was stupid. Because it wasnât for nothing that Toji Zenin was named the most feared man on the ice by The Hockey News just this year. He stood big. He stood tall. He stood unafraid to fight his entire childhood, so why should he be afraid to fight on the ice?
234 fights since the start of his ice hockey career.
234 fights won.
And right now the man wasnât afraid to get blood on his hands, even if it suspended him.
Their coach barks at the rest of the Japanese team to get into position, and itâs a blur as he bends low at the faceoff spot, awaiting the referee to release the puck. Toji Zenin: captain of the Japanese Ice Hockey team.
His eyes shift past the US captain before himâto where Naoya Zenin was lined up as well. And he can see the precise, exact moment that the other man registers- and a shiver courses down his spine.
The puck drops.
It goes to the Japanese team.
Toji swoops the puck using the blade and attacks between the forwards- pitiful, honestly. He could almost let out a slight burst of laughter as he senses the dumbfounded looks on their facesâand yet, he doesnât spare them a single glance backwards as he races between members of the other team. Past center. Past forward.
 A right-winger attempts to steal the puck. Heâs ignoring Kusakabeâs call to pass and toe-dragging around his bland-faced opponent to skate right past. Right winger. Left winger.Â
The forward surpassed yet again.
At the speed of light, screaming audience members meld into one.
All but you.
Youâyouâre all thatâs on his mind as Toji makes it unscathed up to the defense- past left defense.Â
Until heâs left facing the very man he hasnât seen in ten years. Eyes like his, though they were dark and widened in fear - somewhere in the far distance of the stadium, Toji hears one of the commentators make a remark about their relation. He doesnât listen.
He feints the puck slipping out from the leash of his hockey stick for a split-secondâjust long enough for excitement to flicker in Naoyaâs eyes and for his own hand jerk to claim it. Only to smile- hah, you fucking thought.
And Tojiâs slamming at the back of the puck - straight into the net of the goal.
Bursts of cheers and commentary as the Japanese menâs ice hockey team scores the first goal of the Olympic finals. Fans getting up onto their feet. Hands high in the air.
But Tojiâs own curls into a fist that meets Naoya Zeninâs jaw.
The sickening sound of bone crushing against flesh, knuckles - itâs never sounded sweeter in Tojiâs ears. The baffled man is on the floor before he can even register what happened. Thud! Thereâs a gasp that echoes throughout the stadium, before the two-toned man haplessly attempts to get up and get at least one hit in for his own dignityâbut itâs too late, he raises a feeble hand but it falls. Meanwhile Toji pummels punch after punch.
Hard enough that it makes the ice floor shudder.
Long enough that the referee glides over and their team starts surrounding them.
Naoyaâs now spread-eagle on the floor and sobbing for mercy, which Toji genuinely didnât hear - he genuinely didnât. Couldnât. His ears were ringing and his eyes were seeing red- no, they were seeing that vision of you wiping away your tears.
His prominent knuckles met the swoops and structure of Naoyaâs face, features that he canât deny make him wonderâŠdid you see Toji in him? The proud slash of his mouth. The high cheekbones of the Zenins.
It made something twist within him to think that not only might you have seen Toji in him- but then he wouldâve betrayed you as such. As if Toji ever would.
Naoya made you cry.
He couldnât beat this fucker harder.
It takes four of his own teammates to pull him off.
And by then, even the commentators had stopped speaking, the audience watching in a mix of interest and horror. Their hands on their mouths. Toji staggers onto his feet and yet his hands were still clenched - still twitching as though he was in the middle of the fight.
Kusakabeâs nails dig into his skin even through those thick uniforms, and heâs muttering something in his ear about the referee and a five-minute timeout. But Toji doesnât care.
Toji isnât looking at the referee, or the coach, or any of his teammates.
He turns his head over his shoulder to look at youâ
You with your mouth agape, your eyes fixated reciprocatively on him, your blue jersey taken off to reveal your normal clothes underneath. There was a slight tremor in your body as you take in your ex-boyfriend, Toji.Â
Victorious from beating up your cheating boyfriend.Â
And the black-haired man can only smirk.
He tastes iron, and itâs only then that he realizes he had a nosebleed. Dripping from his left nostril and down across his lips, his garish grin; not from a single thing Naoya did, of course - that fucker hadnât even gotten a single hit inâŠToji was almost reconsidering whether the bastard was a Zenin at all - but perhaps from his teammates fighting against his fighting, perhaps from his sheer anger, perhaps just from looking at you for the first time in six months.
Even from here, he could see the slightest snippet of your bra strap peeking out from underneath your t-shirt.
It was the Japanese national ice hockey team red.
Or more like, Toji Zenin red.
He smirks even wider.
.
.
.
Needless to say, Naoya Zenin was carried out of the game in a stretcher.
Toji didnât feel any regret about it - not even a single speck. His penalties still applied as well- for about five minutes before he was back to kicking ass in the finals. Metaphorically, this time.Â
He was about to show them why exactly heâd become the captain of the national team in such a short time.
And he could take on whatever shit they were commenting about a âfamily feudâ and a âbeau stuck in the middleâ (who the hell even told them that? He was sure it mustâve been that loudmouth Kusakabe) if onlyâŠevery time he circled the perimeter of the rink, he could see that smile of yours through the plexiglass screen. No banner with his name, but still cheering him on in a sea of blue.
Also needless to sayâJapan won gold at this yearâs Olympics for menâs ice hockey.Â
The celebrations were overpouring - streamers, confetti, fans attempting to jump their way into the rink. This was about tenfold the intensity of celebrating any local game theyâd won, and yetâŠhis eyes were anywhere but on the commentators, the audience, the teammates that were huddling around him.Â
Toji was turning his dazed head left and right- only attempting to find you.
âWe wonââ Kusakabe yelled out at him, giving him a hefty thump on the back and pulling the man into his embrace. âWe fucking won, you asshat-â
âWe did.â Tojiâs lips felt parched. He couldnât see a single sign of you through the chaos. âI think.â
They - meaning the rest of the team, with their captain tacked-on and looking slightly astray ever since he lost sight of you - celebrated for the pictures, for the podium. They celebrated on the ice and off it.
Eventually, the celebrations extended past the rink and towards their locker rooms. It was a sprawling room thatâd been especially constructed; white walls and wood-panelled furnishings, even whiter ceilings that gloried down even more spotless racks for each, swathing the end of the room in a semi-circular fashion. It was where they kept their helmets and their jackets, took them off like armor after such a win. Towards the other end of the chamber were the stalls where they showered, large enough to house a small group in each of them, with benches of clean wood.
The tile beneath was colorless except for five familiar rings intertwined, spreading their wings from one end of the locker room where the showers wereâand down to the benches where the celebration had bled out.Â
The players had long since filtered out to celebrate with food and family, except for one particular captain of which he had no family visiting. But also because he was getting his final warnings on pulling such a stunt like thatâŠ
ââI have no idea what-â Coach Shiu Kong peers through his stern eyebrows at the man seated on the bench, his head bowed low. â-or who triggered you to start enforcing like that, but know that you are walking on very thin ice.â
If Toji hears the other man - his best friend - then he doesnât show any sign of it.
âTheir defender practically needed to be hospitalized.â Shiu sighs, âI donât give a shit if you beat the boy up, but keep it within guidelines. I overheard some of the officials discussing whether we shouldâve given you a much tougher penalty.â
At that, Toji flinches.
âA much tougher penalty.â
Being a player himself not too long ago, however, Shiu could understand the other man somewhat. And he knows the captain would do it all again.Â
Gladly.
Toji remains silent, and Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose. âLook- youâre lucky you got off with a five-minute penalty this time. Insanely lucky. Next time youâre not gonna be so lucky, so I suggest you keep your fists to yourself.âÂ
âTchâŠâ Their star player wrinkles his nose and looks away.
To which Shiu claps him on the shoulder, âLook, you did good out there.â Looking closely at the other man, âAnd I know the girl- Iâve seen her around practice when you used to bring her, before she stopped coming around. Gorgeous. But keep your head on straight.â
One final clap. âYou did good.â
Before he, too, leaves.
The locker doors swing behind him. And then there was one.
As the celebrations raged on outside, Toji doesnât know how long he spends sitting on that bench - thinking to himself. About what? Everything and anything. He couldnât quite pinpoint one thought before it flowed into the next one, and even then just as heâd register itâsuddenly it was speeding into the next. Aqueous.Â
But one thing was for sure, they were all about you.
You.
You.
You.
Knock-knock-knock.
Who the hell knocks on locker room doors?
Slightly bemused and perhaps wondering whether this was a paparazzi hoping for a good shot, Toji leans back in his seat and lets the knock reverberate. He doesnât answer before the doors are clicking open, and a set of footsteps ring across the vast, dampened chamber - a set of footsteps that heâs memorized far better than his own heartbeat.
It was you.
This realization doesnât damper his shock a single bit as your head peeks âround the tiled corner. Breathing out an exhale of relief as you realize that heâs the only one there, youâre revealing yourself properly in his line of vision now.
âOh, good.â And your voice- fuck, even your voice doesnât feel real. It echoes slightly in the space, and makes you sound even more dream-like in Tojiâs ears. âI didnât feel like walking in here and seeing an eyeful of ice hockey dick.â
âThink about ice hockey dick a lot?â Theyâre the first words out of Tojiâs mouth to you in six months, and suddenly he feels like banging his head against a wall.Â
âYou mean Naoya?â Your nose crinkles in distaste, and he feels like spitting. âHell noââ He feels like laughing. âI told him weâre breaking up the second he got put on that stretcher.â
He startles himself with a guffaw, âAs the bastard was being carried off?â
âAs the bastard was being carried off.â Youâre nodding, before awkwardly shifting on your feet. âIâm sorry.â
One of his brows raise, âFor what?â
âI didnât know he was your cousin. I just thought the last name was a coinci-â
âNah- forget about it.â Waving off one hand - roughened with so many years of training, of holding a hockey stick as though a lifeline - in your direction. âNo harm done, girlie. Guess that jusâ means you have a type- though obviouslyâŠâ Toji stabs a finger in his direction, â-Iâm the handsome one of the family.â
âAs humble as ever, I see.â You tease.
âAlways.â He shrugs in a nonchalant attempt, though his green eyes kept straying to you. âYou look good.â
Youâre meeting his eyes slowly. âYou look good, too.â
And whatever he sees in your expression makes him gulp. âFuck-â He whispers underneath his breath, reaching up and rubbing the burning back of his head. âNow, not that I mind ya being in the menâs locker room butâŠâ
âO-oh.â You jump slightly, as though just now reminded of your objective. âI wanted to thank you.â
Heâs taken aback. âHuh?â
âForâŠwell not that I condone violence buuuutââ Averting your gaze from his, âI wanted to- thank you.â
âY-yeah.â Breathless, âNo harm done. The fucker didnât deserve you anyway.â
âOh yeah?â Thereâs a slightly challenging look in your eyes now, âI wonder who did.â
Toji Zenin then stands from his seat, and youâre taking a half-step back as if youâd forgotten just how much the athlete towered. His shoulders had gotten broader since the last time you saw him, fitting out the shape of his brand-new uniform snugly. His biceps bulkier. His hips more defined. His face more ruggedly handsome. His sage eyes sharperâand currently locked in on youâŠ
âTo be quite honestâŠâ Toji starts, a slightly husky timbre to his tone, âI donât think anyone did.â
You jut your chin up in defiance, âI disagree.â
âClearly the current dating pool isnât good enough if you ended up dating fucking Naoya of all people.â And was that a silent seething you could hear in his tone? âNever would I blame you for what he did, girlie. Never. Iâm just wondering what the hell attracted you to him in the first place.â
And your handâs reaching up to touch him- âI haveâŠI have no idea.â
âBecause donât you know what you deserve?â His large right hand reaches out to cup your cheek tenderly- before heâs gliding it to the back of your neck and squeezing you meanly. âTell me.â He tightens his fist and makes you look up properly at him, âTell me what you deserve.â
To which youâve just finished grabbing onto his red jersey. Tugging him to youâyouâre walking backwards and dragging your ex-boyfriend with you. âSomeoneâŠhandsome.â
He grins, âMhmmmm?â Fingers tap-tap-tapping the cute column of your throat. âAnd what else?â
âSomeone big nâ strong.â Step by step, you head towards the nearest vertical surface you can remember - one of those wooden partitions that separated the shower stalls from the changing area. âSomeone really good at hockey.â
âHeh-â He fails to hide the glint in his eyes, âAnd?â
âSomeone sweet, though he pretends not to be.â Giggling at his huff, âSomeone interesting. Someone that opens up. Someone that wonât give up.â
âAnd?â
âSomeone filthy rich-â
âHeh, gold-digger.â
âSomeone that can change for the better for me.â
Itâs with a quiet thudâ! that youâre hitting the partition now- taking Toji with you. He braces himself with a large arm pressed on the area above your head, and from here you can ogle every single muscle, vein, and twitch.
Every single scorched pant as he leans in.
Blinking up at him, your heart races at the question you were about to ask. âSomeone thatâll fuck me right?â
He smirks and you swear you can feel it against your mouth. âWhy the question mark, doll?â
And then his lips are on yours.
Rushing. Ravenous. Famished.
Toji massages his scarred lips against yours, smacking at the taste of that dewy cherry lipgloss you had on. And he doesnât hesitate for a single second before letting the tip of his tastebuds draaaaaaaag right down that gloss, humming. âMissed this taste.â He trails his right hand up to rest against the edge of your chinâwidening the gap between your pretty lips nâ swiping his eager tongue in. Hot and open-mouthed.
Kissing you so filthy.
Toji fucking groans something feral as his tongue slips even deeper, reclaiming those velvety spots inside you. And as he feels your mouth water, feels your hips start to squirm, the ice hockey player canât help but chuckle.Â
Lifting his left hand off of the wooden surface to run down your front, managing you away from the partition and inside the stall. Youâre walking blindly backwards, being led by solely his hands - nothing inside but the showerhead above and the wide open space. Toji pushes you against the cold tile and kisses you even more ferventlyââMissed how wet sheâd get just from kissing me.â
Cupping your pussy through your short, short skirt.
âIs she purring already?â
You gasp, âYou canât just say that-â
âWhat was that?â Toji cocks his head in near-innocent confusion, âCanât hear you over her congratulations.â
âYou fucking-â
The next thing youâre seeing is enough to knock the wind out of your lungs - and the words. And itâs not because of anything Toji says, itâs not because of his expressions or his gestures, or even the way he rubs the mountains of his palm against your clothed pussyâitâs because of the way he doesnât hesitate before letting his knees hit the tiled ground with two deep thuds.
Fucking kneeling before you.
Toji throws your non-dominant leg over his shoulder, and bores up at you with half-lidded eyes. Heavy. Darkened with arousal- he wanted you so fucking bad.
He was a man deep in thirst.
In a single motion, the hockey player flips your skirt up nâ tucks the hemline into your waistband.Â
Itâs almost as if heâs in a daze - as if heâs hypnotized - as he brings his face closer to your throbbing core. Where your pussy was nearly beating out of your red pantiesâbefore Toji flares his nostrils and gives that dampened spot on your panties a gooooood sniff. âMmm, sâlike coming home.â Your mouth gapes as you wonder whether he even realized what he was saying- was it possible to even act so starved? So animalistic? Open-mouthed, he breathes out a scorching hot pant that makes your legs shake. âShitâshit, shit shit-â
âWhat?â You squeak out inâwell, perhaps in surprise, perhaps because of the way your ex-boyfriend doesnât waste a second more before nudginâ your legs apart and sticking his nose right between your clothed slit. Slurp!Â
And his mouth merely opens with a gasp.
With a groan.
A sudden jolt courses through the hockey captainâs muscular body. And before you know it- before Toji himself knows it, heâs clasping onto either side of your hips and draaaagging your pussy all down his face.Â
All across every handsome feature of his. It doesnât matter if you still have panties on, heâs gaping his dampened maw wide open and saaaaalivating across every nook nâ cranny he could reach. That cute crevice of your pussylips growing even wetter as you start to feel his nosebridge rub uuuup and down, uuuup and down- up and down.Â
Gurgling those sweetened wads of slick at the back of his throat as he ebbs himself even closer- âOh my god, pretty girlâŠâ And for a second there, you think heâs talking to youâonly to find Toji pulling away with a squelch! of fabric. His half-lidded eyes remain fixated between your legs, and that sinful mouth of his glistens eagerly with your juices. âFuck, oh my god-â
âWh-what is it?â Youâre squealing out, despite fully knowing that heâs talking to your pussy by now. Just your pussy.
And Toji croons upwards, his glazed eyes flickering towards you. âYour sorry excuse of a boyfriend doesnât eat you out, does he?â
You gape.
How the fuck did he know?
âBecause she told me- duh.â Toji rolls his verdant eyes as though the answer shouldâve been obvious - the answer to a question you clearly donât remember asking. Out loud, at least.
AlthoughâŠyour mind isnât clear at all.
Itâs so clouded by the way he massaged the top of your folds with his tongue. Those rugged, textured tastebuds flicking aaaaaall over your outer lips, dipping into the outline created by your slit. In and out. In and out.
Itâs as though he was already attempting to fuck you through your damn panties- perhaps the only thing holding him back right now. Toji taps the flattened surface of his tongue across your sopping slit once heâs completely sure heâs slurped up every ounce of you there was to slurp-
âCan you hear her?â He utters hoarsely. And he doesnât even need to wait for your response - Toji surges in once more in a way that was almost uncontrollableââSheâs purrinâ so much- heh.â
Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the cloying, clingy taste.
You were just so weeeeeet and warm.
âSheâs been so neglected. Poor pussy.â
âOhââ Your mouth drops.
And thatâs the last thing youâre managing out before Toji tucks the rounded tip of his finger beneath your ruined red panties, making it snap- once before tugginâ them aside and spitting. Letting the vertical line of saliva lubricate you a bit more for him to swab his tongue everywhere and anywhereââShe- she hasnât been tasted like this in aaaaages.â
âI havenât, I havenât-â You sob.
That pointed chin of his plasters against your cunt, nearly hitting the back. And Tojiâs pushed up so deeply against your pussylips that youâre wondering whether he even has the space to breathe- crushing his face between your folds. What was that saying about big noses? âShe hasnât been tongued the way she likes it.â
Wrenching your head off of where itâd been rested against the cold tile wall. âH-huh?â
With a growl, youâre shocked as his four thick fingertips come slamminâ down on your pussy. âPay attention, doll.â And heâs juuuuust nudging aside your sensitive folds to lap up the sap leaking between them. Feeling that cute orifice of your hole that was just clenchinâ around him, âShe hasnât been tongued the way I know she likes it. Dirty girl.â
And youâre shivering as the very first inch of his girthy muscle slips inside your entrance. âFuh-fuuuuck-â
âShe hasnât been tasted like she deserves.â He pants out between rovering movements with his head now, baaaaaack and forth. Baaaaack and forth. Faster each time. Deeper each time. âShe hasnât been spat on. She hasnât even been fingered-â
âFuh-fuuuuck, nghâyes.â Youâre keening out, your voice crackling dangerously. âI mean no- no, he didnât.â
Feeling the leer of his lips against your other ones, something almost cruel to their shape. âI know.â His severe timbre - mixed with the scrape-scrape-scrape of those textured tastebuds inside you - make you see stars. No warningâand heâs reaching up to plaster the crown of his thumb against your throbbing clit. âAnd Iâll fuckinâ kill him for it.â
Without thinking much of it, youâre grabbing onto a handful of his jet-black hair and bowing your body forwards. âTojiââ
âLook at her.â
As though he wasnât even hearing you right now- Tojiâs eyes were widened, his voice slightly breathy. Both of his hands were positioned on either side of your cunt nâ spreading your puffy pussylips apart. âFucking look at herâŠâ
Tojiâs tone was trembling.
Tojiâs tone was wrecked.
And youâve never seen the man knot his dark brows like this- as though he was at the feet of a shrine and worshipping you with looooong, deep thrusts into your wet cavern.
So watching him between your legs like this- you already knew that Toji was a ravenous eater from your relationship. But to hear him be so desperate?
You couldnât help the next words that fall from your mouth, âN-Naoya always thought it was emasculating to-â
Thereâs a brief squelch then a smack!
Heâs tugging his hands away from your stinging clit, before kissing all over it. Sucking. It made your knees weeeak to feel him unabashedly press up against your pulsing nub as he thrusted his tongue inside - sniffing, moaning, breathing you in. âHow can ya have a pussy like thisâŠâÂ
Letting his jaw droop even further open as he presses the tip of his tongue inside, swabbinâ into every geysering orifice. âHowâ?â Heâs massaginâ your tight walls apart from one another, accelerating with every soft gasp youâre letting out. âHow can ya have a pussy like this nâ not just fucking drown yerself in it?â
Youâre bucking off of the frigid tile, leaking out a few more dewdrops of slick.
He moans as he watches that bead of translucence exit from your hole nâ cascade between your legs- âSome men die of thirst whilst others fucking- fuck, fist their cock to the thought of this pussy every night.âÂ
Excitement zips down your spine as you realize heâs talking about himself- every night? For six months straight? âEvery-â
âEvery night.â Toji affirms. âSix months straight. I thought about how many times Iâd make you cum on my tongue.â
âShitââ Heâs then fucking your poor hole battered, harder than the strokes he had before. Those were just to fit the first few inches of him inside, these were to make your velvety pussy feel him.
âEvery fuckinâ night. I missed this pussy sooooooââ Spitting. â-much. Every night, I thought about how much my poor girl must be missinâ me. Every night, I thought about how much better sheâd taste than any sweet dessert in the world.â
âTojiââ Your whines rattle through the locker room. âShit, it feels so good-â
âAnd itâs the fuckinâ least she deserves.âÂ
Without any further warning, Toji then slides the larger end of his thumb between your sopping wet slit. Collecting a few wads of your clingy juices, heâs pushing it back inâ
âFuck, sheâs so tight.â He whispers underneath his breath, nose crinkling at the way your gooey walls immediately rush to clench around him. His tip being engulfed by the warmth. Not only were you sucking him in, but those cutely trembling hips of yours were jerkinâ off the wall expecting more, more, more- âShe hasnât been fucked properly in a whileâŠâ
And before you can even register it, heâs removing his thumb with a wettened plop! Rapidly replacing it with his lengthy middle finger, his index.
Scissoring those scouring tips open inside you.
Swabbing them into those ridges nâ sweet spots.
Letting them jostle against one another and against your most tender areas-
Fuck, youâre throwing your head back.
Those thoroughly thick fingers of his kept filling you up so much more than his tongue did, and youâre gnawing down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making too much noiseâeven more than you already were. In and out. In and out.
How you missed the pleasurable burn of him stuffinâ you.Â
The way it sends carnal shockwaves up your spine- especially every time he pushes past the shy squeezes of your first ring of muscle. The first restraint.Â
âT-TojiâŠâ Youâre wailing out in that pretty tone that makes his ears perk up immediately, âPleaseââ Your hips rut upwards, âSo close toâŠâ
âTch- dâyou even have to ask?â
And you didnât think that Toji Zenin was ever the type to forget anything to do with your cunt, did you? Did you?Â
Because this wasnât his first damn rodeo: you best believe that the first time Toji ever had the chance to feel you clenchinâ around his fingers, he took the time to memorize every nook and cranny inside. Heâd mapped it all out.
Heâd drilled it straight into his brain that if he quirked his fingers juuuuust so to feel the spongy depths of your roof- then shovelled his fingers along that pathwayâŠjuuuuust so. Heâd be greedily swallowed up until his joints, and itâd only take a few more vulgar thrusts for him to locate that special bundle of nerves inside of you.
The one that made you see stars. The one that made you call his name out loud enough for the neighbors to hear-
âHehâŠâ He dares crack a smirk, âAnd he hasnât found this spot yet, right?â
And right now, your prettily cracking whine was echoing across every corner of the locker room. âT-Tojiââ Heâd found your g-spot. Reeling his slick-glazed fingers back just enough to roughly push and push, to dig his rounded fingertips against that throbbing area. Constantly. âRight there- k-keep going. Right there-â
âHeh- keep going? You seriously ever thought Iâd stopâ?â The captain of the national theme looks genuinely baffled youâd asked, disbelieving of the words. Him? Stopping when youâre completely begging for him not to? âDoll, Iâd rather fuckinâ die than let this pretty pussy down.âÂ
And with that said, Toji wraps his swollen lips around your clit once more.
He was stimulating you with twice the blissful waves now- once with his fingers probing into you and pinpointing each sensitive nerve inside you. The other through the wet smacks! of his lips, latching onto your knobbly clit and sucking as though the sweetest candy in the world.
You watch as Tojiâs handsome cheeks hollow out because of his suctioning. His pretty pink lips were all glossed over with layers of your sploshinâ cunt, rolling drunkenly over that nub.
âI need you to cum on my tongue.â The black-haired man sputters against your wet, treacly cuntâhis breaths becoming more nâ more ragged by the second. Tone thick, âI need you to cum on my fuckinâ tongue so bad-â
âMâso closeââ Youâre using the leverage you have on his sweaty bangs to tug him in even deeper- not that Toji could go even deeper.
But he smirks at your sheer desperation and you can feel the formulation of his expression against your sodden pussy. And thatâs when your panties are being properly ripped off your hips- straight off. Clean. With his teeth. As you buck and gasp, heâs spitting out the useless lace remnants into his left hand and snakinâ it between his legs.
And youâre not quite sure - you canât see beyond his hunched core - what Tojiâs doing with that particular treasure. But by the way his biceps suddenly flex as though gripping something, by the way he lets out a sudden grooooooan deep into your pussy- you can already guess.
Tojiâs sculptured arm starts flying up and down at a rapid pace.
In the same sloppy, striking cadence as heâs fuckinâ his tongue between your soft pussylips. He jerks himself off furiously, a thin line of sweat drizzling down his forehead the more, and more, and more-
âToji, babyââ Youâre whimpering out, tugging on his shaggy strands a bit to make him look at you. âMâgonna cum- so donât stop, mâkay?â
âHas-â Panting out a murky breath, âHas he ever made you cum before?â
To which youâre almost embarrassed to shake your head, âN-noâŠâ
âCanât believe heâd- fuck.â Toji grumbles, his thick brows marrying together. Those sharp canines of his make an appearance as he snarls, âMâgonna kill that bastard. Mâgonna fucking kill him-â Slapping the velvety underside of his tongue down-down-downââBut first mâgonna make you cum.â
And since the last time you saw him, Toji Zenin has learned to keep his promises. And heâs proving it.
Which is why it takes only a few more vicious strikes at the very bottom of your pussy - at the very target of your g-spot - for you to throw your head back nâ start shaking with your orgasm. The white-hot pleasure coursing through your every blood vessel makes you cry out, so much better than you remembered.
This wasnât the same as idly prodding yourself with your vibrator while your boyfriend wasnât home.
This makes you buck. This makes you gasp. âC-cummingââ Your thoughts coming belated to you as youâre riding out Toji Zeninâs handsome face, elongating your high on the prominent curve of his nose or the puffiness of his lips. âCumming, Toji, shitâŠsâthe best itâs ever felt.â
âUh-huh?â He murmurs up wetly at you. âOnly the best for mâgirl.â
âYour girl?â And that makes something within you tremor almost as much as your orgasm.
âShhhhh, and ride out your orgasm-â Heâs talking you through those soaring peaks of your high - incredible.Â
Because not only was Toji curving his fingertips just right against your g-spot, but he smirked against your clit and gently bit down on that nub.
Youâre flinching upwards- never having experienced something so strong. At least, not in six months.
And it seems like forever before your high passes - not that you were complaining. That orgasm left you all heated and raw, feeling so wound-up that you honestly thought a mere brush of Tojiâs fingers would be enough to get you cumming again.
Your overwhelming wave of pleasure is just barely finished before Toji stands up to his full height again.
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, youâre looking up at him. The slightly-dimmed lights of the locker room created the effect of a halo around his head- how ironicâŠbecause the way heâd made out with your pussy made you think of Toji to be someone from quite the opposite realm.
But you donât get to comment on that right now.
No- you were too busy watching slack-jacked as he tugs off his national team jersey.Â
And youâd already seen Toji shirtless before - of course, you have. Youâve already seen him in every state there was to see himâbut itâs seeing him after so long that really makes your cunt twitch. Your eyes sweep across his broad shoulders, those toned pecs with a certain familiarity- you note that he still had that unruly line of his happy trail. It was deep black in color, a ruggedly handsome look to it as it started off at his abs then snaked all the way down, down, downâŠ
His chiselled abs. His slightly-tanned skin.
The only real difference that you couldâve pointed out was that Toji, in fact, seemed a littleâŠbigger than you remembered him. Bulkier. Beefier. Broader around his arms and his pecs.
And perhaps that was in part to do with memory- but more likely it was that his new training regiment with the national team had been serving him well. Very well.
And his cock, fuck, his cockâŠ
Toji hadnât fully exposed himself as he jerked off whilst eating you out- but it was more than enough. Just enough of his black hockey pants getting nudged downâthey stuck around his meaty upper-thighs, and youâre left starinâ at the thiiiiick throbbing cock in-between.
Toji was big. Toji was hard. Toji was so reddened at the tip of his bulbous shaft that you wondered whether it must be painful-
You hadnât forgotten just how big he is, had you?
But you swear Toji had been around seven or eight inches the last time youâdâŠseen him all those months ago. But this? This was about nine- fuck, if you pulled out a ruler than you wouldnât be surprised if he was around even ten inches.Â
Perhaps that was just your imagination refusing to concede that your ex was the largest youâve ever had. The best, too.
Thickened so much that it made your legs squeeze. Covered in veins from underneath his reddish tip, and aaaaaaaaall the way down to his tanned base.Â
Those hefty balls of his clenched at your attention, and youâre both thinking at the same time that he mustâve really missed you.
Toji reaches his right hand up to his face and spitsâslithering it down to give his aching erection a good tug. That mere touch was enough to make him ooze out a few more droplets of pre, capping the top of his crowned tip as though the prettiest glaze.
He has to cough ever-so-slightly to rip your attention away from his cock.
Even then, you could barely keep your eyes off of your ex-boyfriend as he turned his hockey jersey the right way. About to throw it over his shoulder whenâhe looks at you and seemingly gets an idea.
âOff, doll.â
And suddenly itâs a blur of hands and grabbing - Tojiâs pulling your own clothes off, ultimately leaving you in absolutely nothing. He tucks those remnants of your panties in his pants pockets, and tugs your head through the holes of the jerseyâ
âY-youâre making me wear this?â Youâre babbling out stupidly as he steps back to admire his work, âAnd only this?â
Toji lets out a low whistle, âFuck, yeah.â Before gesturing for you to twirl- âNow turn around nâ put your hands on the wall- hah, I want to see my name on you while I fuck you.â
Nevermind the fact that technically this was his last name, as well.
But that didnât matter - never would. These were Tojiâs colors, Tojiâs number.
And right now, it was Tojiâs fat- aching cock that was making your pussylips bulge apart. Slowly and sensually.
He mightâve been ravenous when he was tasting you for the first time in six months - but Toji was taking his goooood time filling up your driveling orifice. Stuffing back the beads of slick that kept on spraying out of you, letting his pointed tip stretch your entrance out.
Heâs letting his breath hitch as he reels his hips back a bit, pushing his twitching cock iiiiiiiiiinside and then out. Iiiiiiiiiinside and then out.
Baaaaack and forth.
Baaaaack and forth.
That ruddied roundness of his cockhead gets stuck between your lips, and Tojiâs brows furrow- he attempts to pull out. He really does.
But youâre just gobbling him up so damn greedily- inch by fucking inch. That he canât help but arch his toned hips against yours- soothing the globes of your ass cheeks a bit before Toji gives a nice, honed thrust. Pointed deep towards the back of your pussy.
Though he isnât getting that far with your snug channel.
âO-ohââ The captain groans out as heâs sucked in deep, push by fuckinâ push. The intrusion of his girth makes its way âround your first ring of tight fuckinâ muscle - slotted between your legs and enough to leave your knees weak with only a few shallow thrusts.
Tojiâs having such fun holding onto the side of your waist- eventually moving to hook âround your pretty thighs when it seemed as though you were going to collapse.
His pretty girl, so desperate to take him that you canât even stand.
âFuck, you feel so good.â He breathes out, scorching breath gusting down the curvature of your spine. âFuck, my girlâs pussy feels so goodââ
âToji-â And for the first few of his semi-thrusts, youâre letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. But thereafter youâre jerking your hips back in desire for more, craving all those carnal itches inside of you satisfied by Tojiâs thick cock. âN-need it.â
Toji opens his mouth to tease - youâre sure of it - but at that very moment youâre using your velvety walls to give him a thorough clench that makes him break off into a groan. âThis pussyâs been so hungry fâme, hm?â
Shivers wracking through your entire body. âY-yes-â
âHe didnât fuck you like he shouldâve, hm?â
âHe didnâtâfuck.â
âAlways wished it was your- heh, ex beside you, huh?â
Tearily, youâre looking back at him with an expression of sheepish guilt. âYesâŠâ
âOhââ And the mere fact that you said that - your mere answer - is enough for the towering man to hunch his body into yours. To buck his hips into you like an animal.
It wasnât even planned.
Just an instinctual movement to graze his dribbling tip against the very forefront of your womb- Toji lets his cockhead pulse inside you for a moment before starting to fuck you again. Slightly speedier, slightly deeper.Â
Slightly rubbinâ the line of his flared ridge against your dewy insidesâit made the manâs balls clench to watch the way youâd drip nâ suction around him. You were fucking thinking of him? Just as much as he was thinking of you? âSo this pussy has been greedy fâme.â As if to prove his point, heâs easing in just a few more puckered inches to swipe the front of his burning divot against your spongy cervix. âHow many times have you touched yerself to the thought of me?â
âI-Iââ It takes you a sudden slap on your pussylips to realize that he was genuinely waiting for an answer.Â
âHow many times?â Toji gasps between his clenched canines, Adamâs apple bobbing in fervor. âAnd donât lie to me, girlie- I know sâbeen more than once.â
âSo many times-â Just the most sultry scrape against your g-spot- the sensation of Tojiâs pulsating cockhead pressing on those nerves feels so good. Good enough to reveal your secrets, your hazy brain seems to think. âT-too many times to count-â
âFuck.â He has to gnaw down on his bottom lip to keep himself from cumming too soon. Too fast. If anything, he wasnât going to be like that (likely) two-pump chump boyfriend of yours.
Which is why the older man finds himself smearing his left hand over your pussylips once more- this time, however, it wasnât to place a mean spank. It was to spread those folds open and roll his fingertips over your neglected clit. âDirty girl. And h-how many times have you cum just from the thought of me?â
âAll of those times, Toji.â The constant rhythmic nudginâ of your favorite spot was enough to leave your mind absolutely shattered by this point in time. âAll those times Iângh, can only cum if itâs you.â
âOh?â Fuckâfuck, fuck, fuck. D-donât even fuckinâ sayâŠâ He reaches down and slams his hand against your clit once more - partly to take his mind off of those sinful words you were babbling, partly out of punishment for exactly those. And if you were in any better state of mind, then youâd have marvelled at the fact that youâd just made Toji Zenin sound damn starstruck. Just with your pussy. âDonât even fuckinâ say that shit.â
He leans over you and nuzzles his cheek against your own.
Scarred lips muttering into your ear, âI know sheâs been- fuck, needing me just as much as I need her.â Theyâre kissing down your sweaty temple for a few seconds before sinking his teeth into your ear lobe, âI know sheâs been fuckingâdreaming of me, wishing for me, fantasizing about me, getting so fuckinâ aroused at just the thought of me that- hah, locker rooms like these were a problem.â
Blinking the tears away from your eyes, âW-waitâŠâ
âOr maybe that was just me.â Toji finishes off. Though he really didnât have to for you to realize that heâd been talking about himself the entire time.
Toji had been craving you these past six months.
Desiring you.
Fucking his fist and his pillows at the thought that - perhaps one day - heâll have you underneath him like this again.
And perhaps thatâs why there was a strange reverence to everything he did. Something jittery at his fingertips, something that made him hold you a little tighter - as though to make sure that you were really real.
Heâs looping both strong arms around your tremoring figure and gluing you to his toned front. There, you were being massaged after each rub nâ puuuuuull of his vein-decorated cock down your swallowing insides. Hand still reaching downwards.
Toji lets out the most lecherous slurps once he still manages to loop his hand between your sodden pussylips nâ toy with your clit. Finger pinching. Thumb rolling. Just by how sensitive you were - still getting re-used to the sultry sensation of someone elseâs hand upon your nub - he knew that that damn Naoya wasnât properly lovinâ on this part of you, either.
And it makes his blood boil just as it did on the rink today.
His fingers move on top of your clit at an almost frenzied pace- back arching, head throwing back.Â
Naturally, your lips spread wide open to let out an echoing moanâbut itâs too late. Tojiâs already leaning in and replacing it with a dollop of his sweetened saliva, âYeahâŠâ He looks down at you as though you were a dream, âM-maybe that was just me- fuck, but I have one question, doll.â
âYesâ?â Sobbing out.
âHave you everâŠâ Almost as if it was a precious secret, meant to be between the two of you and the locker room, Toji leans down to whisper against your ear. â-imagined me while he was fucking you?â
Your jaw drops.
Your cunt twitches.
And Toji feels the flooding of your walls with arousal- itâs splashinâ either side of his cylindrical girth. One that was probing and pushingâand speckling every sweet spot inside you with his sap, Toji was fucking you as though he was furious with you.
Long, hard pummels of his hips.
Hard enough that the skin surrounding his pelvis area was reddened.
Long enough that your mind was already completely muddled - filled with only the probinâ pressure of his plump cockhead. Pointing against the cute button of your g-spot once moreââYes.â You whisper.
And if there was anything - anything - that could make the Toji Zenin falter, then it wouldâve been this. Because for two split-seconds youâre feeling the constant sloppy scouring of your innards pause- before itâs resuming harder than ever.
Before heâs fully bottomed-out now and slamming against the gooey depths of your womb.
Before youâre cumming from just that single thrust-
âY-yesâ?â Even Tojiâs voice shatters on the repetition of your answer - and heâs looking down at you with his deep, probing eyes. âYou- you thought about m-me fucking you when you were still with that bastard?â
You turn around at the amused disbelief in his voice, and nod. âAlways thought about you, Toji.â Youâre not blind to the way this particular sentence makes the other man flinchââEvery time. He mustâve thought that- ngh, he was the one making me feel good this whole time but it was- oh. It was you.â
âAnd itâŠfelt good?â
âSo good-â
Unsure what to say - unsure what to even do- Toji merely leans down and bites the tender side of your throat. Sure for anyone to see past your collar.
Claimed.
You squeal as youâre fucked through your second high of the night, âA-always youâToji.â Though loooooong and rugged smooches of his tip, perfectly pointed to graze your ridges inside and ultimately end up on the g-spot.Â
Tears bursting to your eyes. Hands slipping with sweat along the tiles.
Toji pulls you even deeper into his embrace - grabbing ahold of your neck with his free hand, the other reaching down to pinch your clit in short, staccato pulses. Matching the peaks of your high. He makes sure to wait just until your wracks of pleasure are at their highest, before plummeting his throbbing cock inside.
Maximizing the rub-a-dub of those prominent veins of his. Sending spurts of pleasure shivering all throughout your body at their massage.
Ridged shaft stretchinâ out those spots that feel the best, his sheer length splitting you up from the inside - you couldnât possibly forget how well Tojiâs cock filled you. Reaching into any deep crevice and orifice, markinâ himself out aaaaaall across your channel with the rounded bruises he left behind.
The captain of the ice hockey team was ruttinâ into you so hard that it was causing the heels of your feet to lift off the floor.Â
His thick fingertips dig into your body, plastering you against him- âAlways you, my girl.â His words come out sharp and exhaled, âOnly you.â
âO-onlyângh.â He catches you from slipping down the vertical wall, scorched chuckles dusting down the crook of your neck. âTojiâŠâ
âHmmmm?â
Slight panic bleeding into your tone, âTh-thereâs someone in the other l-locker roomâfuck.â
âFuckinâ what?âÂ
Still wracking with the waves of your high. âThereâs someone in the other locker room-â
Growling, heâs bowing his powerful lower half towards you - where you were frantically gesturing and miming something at the other side of the wall. The locker rooms were positioned as such that they were side-by-side, sharing a single wall split down the middle of its vast cavern, from which they ignored the existence of the other out of courtesy.
And no matter what one might fear about rowdy ice hockey teams, it never did cause any issues. Yet.
Right now you could hear someoneâs footsteps through the tiled wall, you could hear someoneâs existence, you could hear someone muttering.
Seemingly not having the best of days - though after that loss, you couldnât blame them - your mystery US player was banging on locker doors and hissing out swears. Itâs only once he seemingly drops something on the floor by accident, letting out a string of expletives starting with âbâ that itâs clicking just exactly who this player isâ
âOh, look-â Tojiâs the first to start, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. â-your wittle boyfriendâs here, too, doll.â
âHeâs not my-â
âWhy donât we give him a proper welcome, hm?â Tojiâs crooning out meanly, âWhy donât we cheer him up? That little ah- incident on the ice mustâve really been a blow to his ego.â
Youâre shivering at the implications, âD-donât you fucking dare-â
âWhaaaaaat? Mânot doing nothing.â Scarred lips quirking up into a grin- youâre noticing that Toji hasnât slowed his hammerinâ down for a single second. In fact, heâs reeling his slick-glazed cock backwards and leaning the weight down upon your lower half, probinâ you at even deeper angles. The smooth, slippery tip of his shaft was swabbing away into those nice bundles of nerves- âI didnât even say that you should do anything.â
Hiccuping at the feeling of him funneling you full - all the way to your throat. âTh-thenââ
âI just need you to be aâmmm, good girl fâme and- hah, take it.â The constant smacking of his toned hips get even harder, louder. Ricocheting off your eardrums and off the walls- âTake aaaaaaall from tip to base.â
The utmost amount of squelches nâ slurps leaving you.
You wondered if Naoya could already hear youâŠ
Shivering at the carnal feeling of him stretchinâ those tiniest orifices within you up. You loved the way his honed tip would ease in, only getting thicker and longer and thiiiicker and loooonger the more heâs fucking you. The more.Â
âTake it aaaaaaall until this greedy pussyâs satiated-â He pinches your clit once more, lining down the spot of your nerves. âTake it all until this pussy remembers-â
Thereâs the sound of another locking being slammed from the other side of the wall.
And youâre shivering-
To which Toji grinds his hips in close - so close - that youâre unable to buck nâ swerve your hips away. Eagerly taking those deeply probing grinds of his, âTake it until this pussy remembers whoâs always fucked her right.â
Youâre mewling through your tears, âY-youââ
And Toji grins before bunching up that red, red jersey of his in his free hand. Looking at the name that flashed upon your arched back, jostling with each thrust - âAnd whoâs that? Whatâs the name on the back of this jersey?â
âBut he has the sameâfuck.â Moan echoing so fucking loud this time- youâre swearing you hear the other man pause whatever he was doing. Hear him listen. Hear him wait. âZenin.â
Something drops to the floor on the other side of the wall, as if fallen in shock.
And Toji smirks.
âThatâs right-â He pants out open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, âCanât hear you- whatâs the name?â
âZenin-â
âStill canât hear you-â Thrusts and bursts of pleasure steadily climbing up in intensity. Even though youâve just cum, you could feel a twitching at the pit of your stomach. âWhatâs the name?â
âZenin-â
âWhatâs the fuckinâ name?â
There was no way he couldnât hear by now. The slapping. The clenching. The moans. âZeninââ
He slaps your clit once. âAnd whoâs last name is that?â
You knew you were going to fall apart soon. You knew that all itâs going to take was one final thrust- reeling his rounded, glossy tip back as far as it would go. Itâs letting just a few tears cascade down your cheeks, and youâre looking back - âY-yours, Toji?â
âNo.â He grinsâchiselled core pummeling into yours. He teases your clit with a cute lilâ heart drawn on top, âSâgonna be yours.â
âOhââ With the loudest, most lecherous moan yet- youâre falling apart all over Toji Zeninâs cock. So sensitive that your orgasm rips through your stark and primal - nothing but a resurgence of bliss that leaves your limbs feeling all weak.
Theyâre shaking just a lilâ as youâre riding out your high on his vein-covered cock, the perfect number of strikes before your g-spot feels raw.Â
The perfect number of strikes before your clouded mind gets even cloudierâand Tojiâs throwing his head back with a sharp, busting orgasm. Toes curling. Abs clenching. Beading from the drooling divot of his shaft, he gushes out constant volumes of cum.
Letting it dribble all the way from your deepest depths to your sultry hole- and then spotting even the tiniest crevices inside of you with his pearly white juices. âShit-â His crackling tone breaks out into the heady air, âSh-shit, now sheâs properly mine again- heh.â
As Toji fucks his wads of seed deeper inside you, theyâre letting off the most lewd squelches.
âNow sheâs shut up her yowling a bit- ngh, my girlâs been wanting this for so long, huh?â
âYes.â You nod.Â
âSheâs been starvinâ for my cum?â He coaxes, âSheâs been all empty without me?â
âSo filthyâŠâ Youâre mumbling out. Uncaring anymore of what Naoya would think - you didnât hear anything more from his side of the locker roomâmaybe heâd disappeared?
âDamn right.â Toji chuckles. Dark bangs covering most of his vision as heâs pumping his thickened tip inside, swervinâ aside your sopping wet walls to make even more room for his thick cum. âSheâs now all full I think, hmmmm?â
And you certainly felt full.Â
You could feel the splashinâ around of those gooey puddles of sap inside you, clinging onto the tiniest spots they could. He was only messing your insides even further with every single thrustâleaving a wet puddle of most of it seeping into the very back of your womb. âI th-think so-â
âWhat was that, Mrs. Zenin?â Toji goads, his voice ringing out loudly. âThink yer all full with my cum or do you want even- hah, more?â
Youâre murmuring something unintelligible that he has to lean in to hear.
âWhat was that? Canât hear you, doll, youâve gotta speak up-â Suddenly, he leans away and addresses the other side of the wall. âWhaddaya think, Naoya? Think she deserves some more-â
âToji, shut upââ Swatting behind at him.
Toji escapes with a burst of gruff laughter, âOf course, I wouldnât ask that fucker-â He presses a somewhat chaste kiss onto your lips, âTell me, doll, what do you want?â
âI w-wantâŠâ Youâre repeating from before.
âHmmmm?â
âThink I might want your baby, Toji.â Peering up at him with such pretty heart-eyes.
And that makes his breath hitch.
That makes him stall.
Tojiâs green eyes widen just a fraction- before heâs pulling out and turning you around. Staring deep into your eyes, the captain urges you to jump - wrapping your legs around his toned waist, your hands on his shoulders, your body being easily hoisted by his own - so that he can lift you off the floor.
Probinâ that rock-hard tip of his inwards-Â
âGuess thereâll be one more Zenin this time next year- heh. â
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.
Naoya Zenin was stunned. He was speechless.
Which is highly unusual, because Naoya Zenin is never shocked. Never speechless.
Except for when he saw the estranged Toji Zenin at the gameâŠand when he got beat up by Toji Zenin at the gameâŠand right now, as itâs slowly dawning upon him that Toji Zenin was fucking his girlfriend after the game-
Naoya didnât think you were serious, alright?
Because how many fuckinâ times have you threatened to break up with him over stupid shit like that? This was just a little outing with the boys - to a few nighttime establishments with a few nighttime girls - that was being blown majorly out of proportion.
And sure, Naoya might have embarrassed himself thoroughly in front of you and a couple million spectators today.
But what couldnât a 5000 yen bouquet fit?
He was planning on making up with you right after, telling you to stop being paranoid and perhaps this will only make your relationship stronger in the long run. And heâd just gotten back from the medic to get his shit back whenâŠwhen the noises had started up.
It was a slightly damp noise at first, almost like water.
Then came the soft groans.
The impact of skin-on-skin.
The voices that made it undeniableâif only he couldnât recognize them. And he almost couldnât, to be quite honest, Naoya had never heard you making such noises when it was him in bed.
But he knew it was you.
Worst of all, with Toji fucking Zenin of all people.
And it was when Toji had loudly announced your engagement to him, the way youâd be taking his last name (Naoya had no clue the two of you had dated before, and he didnât want to know) thatâd been the last straw for him. He dumps his bangs and his uniforms behind, storming out from a locker room that was now thoroughly invaded by the sounds of your sex.
Muttering some unrepeatable phrases underneath his breath, Naoyaâs so caught up in his wallowing that he nearly doesnât notice the man he bulldozes over in his effort to get away.
âOh, heyââ Shiu smiles sheepishly at the younger man, âI just wanted to check on y-â
âIâm fine-â
And with that heâs storming off. To where? He doesnât know, heâll probably have to come back and get his shit later butâŠ
He takes it that youâve now officially broken up with him.
Meanwhile, suit-clad, clipboard-holding Shiu is left utterly confused at what just happened. Heâd expected a screaming match, maybe several lawsuits by the spoiled heir of the Zenin Industries at least.
Refusing to believe his luck, Shiu takes a peak inside the opposing teamâs locker room just to make sure that everything was alright- and thatâs when he hears it. ââthink I might want your baby, Toji.â
Oh.
Oh.
It was coming from the other side of the large wall- their locker room.Â
And heâs recognising the voice- wait, thatâs your voice. Tojiâs ex that heâd been moping over for these past six months, the one that triggered their captain to get in that fight today in the first place.
Though, he doesnât blame you- with that fucker as a boyfriend? Shiu doesnât think heâs biased for claiming that his best friendâs leagues better.
But, at the end of the day, Shiu was their coach above all.
And as their coach, he couldnât allow his players to get into anything reckless or anything violating the code of the Olympics. Theyâd all be in such deep shit if you happened to be caught - so you must forgive Shiu for doing what he has to do.
For rounding the other side of the locker room entrances and stepping into his own teamâs chamber. Heady with sweetness, with sex.
Heâs here as a coach to warn the two of you- really. Thatâs just it.
Thatâs it.
Nothing else. Nothing else at all.
No ulterior motives.
His pants tighten, cock twitching traitorously at the barrage of noises leaking into every corner of the room.
Shiu raps on your stall door as aâŠcoach.
A/N. MwahahahaâŠcome to me coach⊠ALSO TO MY PHILIPPINES BABYGIRLS WE MISS YOUUUU <33