i feel like it’s mandatory to address this as anton is a huge part of my ongoing smau:
i am 100% against racism, and due to eunseok’s racism I will no longer be stanning riize.
it’s a shame he has ruined the rest of the group for me, as i was already getting so attached to them (especially anton and sohee, who were my biases), i just can’t support the other boys and be ot5 because that would would be wrong, and i’d hate to support a group that was involved in something like this. and you never really know what they’re saying behind closed doors. if their member is like this then they might be, too. i stand with black briize and i’m devastated for them.
with that being said, anton will no longer be a part of my smau, so if you’re confused — this is why!
nobody asked for this, but i felt the need to explain my reasoning since anton is involved in my current work, i have posted riize before, and involved myself in a lot of briize’s content on this platform.
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this is just dirty. written in a spur of the moment out of pure unbridled desperation.
song mingi x f!reader
content: public sex, slapping, degradation
wc: 1k
thinking about mingi…
“aww look at you… you’re such a mess baby.”
your bare back pressed against the cold wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked his cock so deep up into you even your throat felt full. one hand pressed over your mouth to keep your pathetic whines muffled and the other hand squeezing your waist.
his forehead rested against yours as he never ripped his gaze away from where your bodies melted together, transfixed on the sight below. the slick cream you’ve left all over his dick as it slides in and out of your slutty cunt, every stroke leaving it coated in more. he was right, you were a fucking wreck.
his deep grunts and sultry groans right against the hand he kept over your mouth, his hand on your waist tightening every time you squeezed around him when he grazed against that spot deep inside, your legs shaking from pleasure so intense.
and of course he knew it, he knew what he was doing to you could possibly fuck sex up with anyone else for you for the rest of your little life, and it only spurred him on further. It made him wanna break you, mold and shape you so anytime you ever even looked at a man, all you would feel is disappointment.
disappointment that it would never be him. disappointed that it wasn’t mingi’s hot mouth on your pussy, eating your cunt like a man starved and not stopping until it hurt.
mingi’s eyes flicked up to meet your hazy ones, tears welling so prettily as you were beyond overstimulated.
shifting the angle of his thrusts, he found that perfect slant that had him rutting against your gspot persistently, resolute and unwavering as he ruined you on his thick cock. you moaned loudly, and he ripped his hand from your mouth, landing a sharp slap to your sore cheek, then snatching your face in his rough grip, his calloused fingers pressing into your jaw and squishing your cheeks cutely, your lips formed into a forced pout.
“stupid bitch can’t keep quiet, can she?” he chastised, jerking your head around softly like he was playing with a broken doll, his eyes landed back on where he thrusted inside you, letting out a purely perverted groan, eyes rolling at how big he looked inside of you.
“m-mingiii…” you cried, the syllables muffled by the hold he had on your face. mingi pouted at you in faux concern, giving you a thrust so hard it nearly made your vision go fucking black, and your breath caught in your chest at the sheer force of it.
“whaaaatttt baby? what’s wrong?” he mocked, letting go of your face to slip his middle and index finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue in a similar fashion to the gut wrenching way he loves to finger fuck your pussy. you dripped drool down his fingers and it slipped down his wrists, landing on his chain bracelets. sweat beaded on his forehead from the exertion, his slick chest heaving with labored breaths as he gave you his all.
what can he say, he’s always been a tryhard.
“my sweet stupid baby, is that what you are, hm?” he nearly glared at you, words tinged with what could only be jealousy, from what? only he would know.
“are you my dumb girl? my braindead cumslut?” all you’d have to do was walk out onto the street and god forbid another man look at you and he was bonafide pissed.
you nodded, moaning around his thick fingers the vibrations of his voice against your throat making your whole body tingle as he moaned and purred, lips pressed against the side of your neck, like he was holding himself back from completing obliterating you where you stood.
“of course you are.” he grinned, pressing his sweat dripped chest against yours, pushing his body even closer, leaving not an inch of space between you both, the slick, wet, plaps of his hips meeting yours with each, deep, punishing stroke echoing around the concrete walls of the cold and empty warehouse hall.
you were a goner.
“fuck you.” he spat, sinking his teeth into your throat hard, like he was trying to eat you. “play some stupid shit— fuck… with me like that again and you won’t be walking away from me in one piece, you understand?” all you did was get a little too close to yunho. lesson one learned, you guess.
you were unable to speak, his fingers still curled down against your tongue.
he slipped them out of your mouth, sliding his hand back between your head and the wall, holding your skull straight and pressing his lips against yours in a messy heated kiss, tongue sloppily slipping between your lips and swallowing your broken moans greedily.
“understand?” he growled into your mouth, biting your tongue gently.
“i u-understand!” you cried into the kiss, and his smile against your lips was nothing short of vile and desirous.
“there she is. theres’s my good girl. cum on my cock, slut. now.”
and of course you did, your whines fell silent as you fell apart around him once again, he laughed into your mouth drinking up how your body reacted to him. no matter how you acted or what you said when he wasn’t inside you like this taking you apart limb from limb and making you cum you brains out, mingi was confident.
your body doesn’t lie.
“my slut. mine.” mingi snarled, his words lilting with fucked out moans and pussy drunk coos. he wasn’t stopping, the sloppy mess between your legs only growing wetter with each long glide and deep stroke he fucked you with, the powering drive in him only seemed to grow stronger as he made it his mission in that moment to condition you to him. to his shape and to his touch, to his words and to his taste. he wanted you to cum on the spot just from hearing his voice.
and he’d get you there soon, one way or another.
gooner thoughts aside the mv was so fucking cool I love this concept for him.
I want to know your version of how andteam is when you squirt, BUT.... They don't pull out their dicks when you squirt, that's so hot plzzzz
.ೃ࿔*:・ paring: &team x fem!reader
⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, cockwarming, possessive behavior, spit, hair pulling, slapping (light), marking, rough sex, no pullout, minor choking, dirty talk, degradation mixed with praise, dom/sub dynamics, slight power imbalance, multiple partners (one at a time), CNC themes (consensual non-consent), aftercare implied, dubcon (due to overstim), oral fixation, breeding kink, crying, manhandling, brat taming, restraint, overstim-heavy reactions, size kink, spit kink, spit play, intense eye contact, some crying during orgasm, zero refractory periods (fictional), no plot just filth || word count: 2066 || m.list
yudai: the second he feels your body tighten around him, followed by the slick warmth flooding himt,he doesn’t pull away. no, he buries himself deeper, sinking every inch of his cock into you like he’s claiming territory. his hand slams hard against your hip, fingers digging into your skin possessively, as if marking you so the whole world knows you’re his. he grinds slowly at first, savoring the way your walls flutter and squeeze him, feeling you tremble and shudder beneath his weight. the sound you make, that wet, desperate cry that slips from your lips when you release, it’s like a drug. something he can’t get enough of. his eyes darken with need as he pulls your body flush against his, chest pressing hard into your back, whispering low and rough, “you’re mine, soaked all over me like this. gonna make sure you feel every bit of it.” his hips start to move faster, slamming in and out with a possessive fury, not giving you a second to catch your breath. he’s relentless, chasing every pulse and twitch your body throws at him. you’re drowning in his heat and strength, your slick wetness coating him thoroughly, but he doesn’t care. instead, it fires him up more, making him grip your hips tighter, nipping at your neck, marking you as his. he watches you carefully, eyes burning with possessive hunger, lips parted as he leans down to capture your moans with kisses between his thrusts. he won’t stop until you’re trembling, soaked, and utterly wrecked beneath him. a mess that’s all his.
fuma: he doesn’t pull back; instead, he drives himself deeper, each thrust deliberate and heavy, cockhead brushing that sensitive spot inside you like he’s memorizing every shudder and twitch. one hand locks firmly on your waist, keeping you steady, while the other trails up your side, fingers trailing along your jaw and down your neck. his lips part, voice low and rough, a growl barely contained as he murmurs, “damn… you feel too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap harder and faster, pounding into you with an urgency that matches the heat pooling in his eyes. the wet slickness coating both of you doesn’t slow him down. it only drives him wilder. fuma’s too lost in the moment, chasing the way your muscles squeeze and release around him, the way your breath hitches and your nails dig into his back. every desperate cry, every needy moan, it’s fuel for the fire burning in his chest. he’s relentless, refusing to let you come down from the edge, fucking you through every tremor and spasm until you’re a shaking, gasping mess in his arms. then he leans in close, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “you’re mine. don’t forget that.” and with that, he buries himself even deeper, claiming you fully while your slickness coats him, marking you like the greedy, possessive man he is.
nicho: slick and wild, coating his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t even hesitate or pull out. instead, he grips your hips tight, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin possessively as he starts moving slower at first, savoring every shudder and twitch your body gives him. his eyes darken, pupils blown wide with hunger and satisfaction, watching every inch of you tremble beneath him. his hips start snapping harder, powerful and relentless, pounding into you with a mix of patience and fierce urgency like he’s marking you as his own. every wet, desperate moan you let out feels like an invitation to go deeper, to push harder and nicholas never says no to that. his hands roam your curves possessively, sliding up your sides, cupping your breasts, and tracing the line of your jaw before locking back on your hips to hold you steady. he leans forward, lips brushing your neck and whispering low and rough, “you’re mine, soaked all over me like this. don’t forget who’s got you.” he grins darkly, thrusting deep and hard, chasing every pulse and twitch your muscles give him, driving you further and further past the edge. the slick heat between you makes every thrust slick and effortless, but nicholas’s grip is firm, his control absolute. he won’t stop until your legs shake and your breath’s ragged, leaving you trembling and completely wrecked beneath him, dripping with need and satisfaction.
euijoo: ej’s breath hitches hard when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside. but instead of pulling out, he grips your waist like he’s never letting go, cock sinking deeper with every merciless thrust. his hands roam possessively down your body, fingers pressing into your hips and thighs as he holds you flush against him. his voice drops low, thick with raw need as he rasps, “fuck, you’re too good. can’t get enough of this.” his hips snap fast and hard, relentless, slamming into you like he’s marking you, claiming every inch. the slick heat between you makes every movement slick and wild, but ej’s grip is ironclad, his control fierce. he drags you closer with every thrust, biting into your shoulder as you shudder and cry out. he’s ruthless, chasing every pulse and twitch your body throws at him, driving you higher and higher without pause. you can feel the tension building in his chest, hear the low growls rumbling in his throat as he pushes you to the edge again and again. then he pulls back just enough to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, voice rough as he murmurs, “come on, baby. scream for me.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through your orgasms until you’re trembling beneath him,.
yuma: yuma’s playful smirk fades the moment he feels your muscles clamp tightly around him, followed by the warm, wet gush that coats his cock deep inside you. he doesn’t pull out. instead, he yanks you flush against him, pressing chest to chest as his hips slam into yours with brutal force. his hands grip your hips possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he starts grinding hard, slow at first, then faster, matching every shudder you throw his way. his thumb slides down, brushing your clit in rhythm with his pounding, teasing you mercilessly. “so messy already… and i’m nowhere near done, baby.” his voice is low, husky, dripping with need as he buries himself deeper inside you, chasing every pulse, every desperate gasp. you can feel the tension building between you, the heat in his eyes blazing as he tightens his grip, pulling you impossibly closer. he loves how you tremble beneath him, how your moans turn frantic and pleading with every thrust, and he makes sure to push you to the edge. again and again, without mercy. “don’t even think about stopping now.” he growls, fucking you through every quiver until you’re a shivering, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, completely his and dripping with need.
jojo: jo’s breath hitches the moment he feels you clamp down and flood him with warmth, slick and hot around his cock. but he doesn’t pull out. no, he holds you tight, hips snapping deep and hard inside you like he’s marking you as his own. his hands grip your waist possessively, fingers digging into your skin as he leans close, lips brushing your ear with a low, rough whisper, “fuck, you’re drowning me but i don’t give a damn.” he grits his teeth, thrusting relentlessly, each slam sending you closer to the edge. your moans and cries are like a fire to him, and he rides every pulse and tremor your body throws at him, refusing to let up. his hips move faster, more urgent, pounding into you with a fierce hunger, as if the world could end and he’d still be inside you, claiming you fully. his lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs, “you’re mine.” he bites down gently before pushing you back against him, voice thick with need as he drives you through wave after wave of pleasure. your slickness coats him fully, but it only makes him grip you tighter, deeper, fucking you until you’re gasping and trembling beneath him. wrecked.
harua: harua’s breath catches deep the moment he feels your body clench around him and then flood him with warmth, slick and sticky coating his cock. he doesn’t pull out. no, instead he buries himself deeper, slow and steady, savoring every tremble and pulse your body gives him. his hands grip your waist firmly, holding you steady as he starts pumping in and out with measured, punishing thrusts. the low hum vibrating in his throat mixes with your moans, sending shivers down your spine. his eyes close briefly, savoring the way you shudder and cry out beneath him, completely lost to the pleasure he’s giving. “you’re so fucking perfect like this.” his voice is rough and thick with need as he leans down to kiss the nape of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. every movement is deliberate, possessive. his hips pressing harder into yours as he chases your spasms, riding you through every orgasm without pause. he loves the way your slick heat coats him, the way your muscles clamp around him desperately, and he doesn’t want it to end. with every thrust, he pulls you impossibly closer, claiming you like the only thing that matters. your breath comes fast, ragged, and harua keeps going. unyielding, dominant, worshipping every inch of you until you’re a trembling, soaked mess tangled up in his arms, utterly wrecked.
taki: taki’s breath catches when he feels your walls clamp around him, hot liquid flooding his cock deep inside.he grips your hips tight, holding you close like he never wants to let go. every thrust is deep and powerful, slamming into you with a fierce hunger that makes your head spin. his voice drops low and rough, dripping with need as he growls, “you’re too good to stop now.” his hands grip your hips like iron, lifting you slightly, pressing you down with every slam of his hips. the slick mess between you only fuels his fire, making every movement wetter and more urgent. his cock throbs inside you, pulsing with every desperate cry and quiver you give him. he’s relentless, chasing your orgasms like a predator hunting its prey, pushing you higher and higher without mercy. the way you tremble and gasp beneath him only makes him want to own you more fully, claim every inch of you with his relentless thrusts. then he leans in, lips brushing your ear as he rasps, “come on, baby. don’t stop now.” and with that, he buries himself deeper, fucking you through wave after wave of pleasure until you’re a soaked, shaking mess completely his.
maki: maki doesn’t slow down when he feels you squirt. in fact, he fucking loses it. your walls clench around him and soak his cock mid-thrust, and instead of pulling out, he grabs you by the throat and growls, “you think that means i’m done?” he shoves you flat on your stomach, pinning you down with one hand while the other fists in your hair. his pace goes brutal. no rhythm, no mercy, just raw, punishing thrusts that have you screaming into the sheets. the wet squelch of your release fills the room, but maki doesn’t care. he’s not stopping until you’re ruined. his voice drips with mockery, “made a fuckin’ mess, and now you’re gonna lie there and take it.” he presses in deeper, balls slapping against your soaked cunt as he fucks you through every twitch and tremble. you’re crying, legs shaking, body overstimulated. but maki doesn’t let up. if anything, he fucks you harder. you squirt again, and this time he laughs. not soft, but dark and cocky. “yeah, that’s it. cry on my dick. you’re not going anywhere till i say so.” and he means it. he’ll keep your legs open, body trembling, until he’s sure you can’t even remember how it felt to not have him inside you.
thinking about bsf!luffy being your friend with benefits, sneaking around the ship together late at night when you find yourselves desperate and needy for each other.
“quiet down, luffy!”, you whisper, covering his mouth to muffle his needy moans as you ride him, his back against the wooden wall whilst gripping onto your hips.
he chokes out another muffled whine against your hand, furrowing his brows as his cock clenches against your gummy walls. he’s never been the best at being quiet whenever you fucked, always so eager to let you know how good you make him feel.
as you continue bouncing on his cock, sinking down on him each time with the feeling of his tip throbbing against your eager pussy, luffy just knows he’s about to cum as his thighs shake beneath yours and trembling hands grip on the plush of your hips.
“m’gonna cum..”, he whines, his chest heavy and his eyes blinded with the hot white pleasure building up in his stomach.
“me too..”, you whisper, trying to keep quiet despite the obvious and ridiculously loud clapping of your ass hitting luffy’s pelvis each time you sink completely on his cock.
the feeling of him bottoming out inside you and the pulsating sensation of his throbbing cock sends your eyes rolling and you hips stuttering as your stomach erupts with burning pleasure, your pussy swallowing and sucking him whole.
with a loud gasp coming from luffy’s lips, his orgasm follows yours, coating your gummy walls in his creamy, white cum as his brain shuts off and his loud mouth speaks for itself, whining out an unexpected, “i love you.”
and in that moment, despite the euphoric pleasure he had just felt, he swears he feels his heart stop completely. he was definitely not meant to say that.
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· · Just in: Gojo Satoru just found out he’s a chubby chaser like the rest · ·
・˳ . ⋆ Reporting From Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Fem!reader ・˳ . ⋆
୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : Smut, Dirty talking, pwp, fluids( squirting, cum on body and inside), creampie, heavy body worship, Gojo calling you a cry baby and chubby bunny, words of affirmation, pet names ( such as doll, Angel, etc.), missionary position, stretch marks mentioned, reader is shoko’s nurse assistant( guess you could say it’s the original verse/ au in a way idk), please enjoy yourself. Wc: 800
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•゚Note from Maydayaisha: This is for my chubby girls who doesn’t feel like their fave or anyone would love them. I wrote this with myself and other chubby/plus size babes. Love you all so much and just know I’m here for you all. Anyways, love you and enjoy my first time Drabble I decided to do! Also please note I did this in 45 minutes so it’s not gonna be perfect at all. <33
“ Give it to me, baby doll.”, Satoru moans into your ear as he presses your body underneath his. The cushion of your body was something he needed to drown in. He couldn’t get you off his mind the moment he saw you working alongside Shoko as her nurse assistant.
Your eyes were shut tightly as your dried-up glitter lip gloss lips opened in a big O. You couldn’t take him and he knew you couldn’t because of the whispery moans falling from your pretty lips. “ Cat got your tongue, Angel. Too much f’ya.” Gojo rose up off your body— watching you shake from how deep he was inside of you. He chuckled whilst rubbing your clit— your legs were about to close but his hand stopped it, “ Ah ah Ah, no, keep them just like they are, pretty. Shit! You’re fucking squeezing me.”
“ Sato-Ahh~ I can’t— I can’t please pull out for a minute. Lemme - ugh! Mmm.”, Your moans were a ballad to him, a beautiful ballad. Gojo leaned down to kiss your bruised, puffy lips as he slowed down his strokes. Only then long stroking inside of your sloppy cunt. His cum was already painted over your pussy and he still had the energy to keep going. It was so painfully good because you two have been at this for about— shit who are you kidding you lost track.
Gojo knew he was digging inside of your stomach because of your juices traveling down his big cock, “ fucking pussy is eating on my dick. You’re that eager to take me in your stomach, Yeah? Don’t leave me hanging here love, Answer me.” You were speechless and couldn’t even talk— especially when he rolled his hips in a perfect circle, pausing to fuck his dick inside of you with the speed you never knew he had.
Tears danced in your pretty eyes, eventually dancing down your big apple cheeks causing Gojo to lick them off as he snapped his hips into yours. Your body vibrations were the topping to his cake. “ Got your breath took away, huh? Didn’t answer me-mmm- but you’re still so pretty for me, perfect pussy taking me deep.” Gojo slapped your pussy with his clean, pretty hands. “ You’re crying too? Such a big baby while taking my cock. Come on, just a little more for me, cherry pie.”
Gojo rose up again, smiling at you, “ No matter what anyone says, you’re beautiful, fucking gorgeous to me, especially when you’re taking my cock inside of that warm pussy of yours. Gotta say, Angel, you’re holding on so well.” His words of affirmation did nothing but make you squirt on his dick like a fire hydrant on a hot sunny day. “Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Gojo was chanting the words like the crowd chanting for their teams on a game night, only whispering it against your face when he bent down again. His moans were getting louder as he braced himself to cum anywhere in or on your body.
Soon Gojo’s long, slender fingers intertwined with your chubby fingers as his white hair clouded his vision from seeing you squirm and come undone underneath him. He stopped fucking you with a loud and long groan, pulling out of you when some of his cum got inside of you. He wanted some of his fluid inside of you and on top of your chubby body. Your pretty tummy with stretch marks was now being drowned with his white , thick cum. Gojo’s body was shaking drastically as he stroked his cock above you, “ Fuck, Shit! So so good. My chubby bunny. Such a good- mmmgh!- little slut. My good little slut.”
He stopped stroking his thick, pretty cock once all of his cum came out of his body and onto yours. Yours and his chest was rising and falling harshly. His red flushed face was an art you admired even through diamond like a vision from your pretty teary eyes. Gojo chuckled— watching you try to get your vision back by whipping your eyes. His big, rough hands grabbed your wrist, you should’ve known from his little smirk on his face, he’ll say the one thing you hated being called during sex, "My little crybaby as well.”
Gojo was now just staring at your body with his blue Crystal like eyes. He studied the different areas your stretch marks appeared at. He licked his lips at your body rising and falling slowly now. Your cute double chin was so admirable to him. He was in love with you. Maybe even obsessed. He fucking adored your chubby little body. If this is what it means to be a chubby chaser then he’s at the top of the list. Maybe even in the VIP section with Geto, Toji, and Nanami.
Tagging: @shunsuist @happygoluckyalexis @honeybleed ( my baby I am so sorry for not tagging you when I put this out, forgive me) @mastermindenoshimaalicia @cybercandy1 @simpingfor-wakasa @angelshub and anyone else who wants to be tagged in drabbles
Pro Football player Shidou x Spoiled Reader! He's kindaa mean, just a lil bit, like a teeny bit.
He treats you so well, shopping sprees, gets your hair and nails done whenever you ask him, always takes you out on dates. He always gives you his card to go shopping on your own though because he'll be damned if you have him walking around with 1000 bags in his hands. He'll always suggest you get pink acrylics and pink toes, maybe white if he feels like switching it up.
But the one time he tells you no, you get all pissy with him and start acting like a brat, which he definitely aint gon tolerate.
"But whyyyyyyy!?" You whine, following him around the house. "Since when did you start telling me no?" "Since now." He grunts out, paying your whines and attitude no mind. He had been spoiling you a little too much lately and you had been running with it. Every single day of the week you wanted to go out and buy something or go somewhere, it was draining, because you always dragged him with you, that poor man needed a break. "If you don't love me then just say that." You continue to whine and follow him around. Normally, he would've just given in and let you go do whatever it is you wanna do just to shut you up and get you out his ear but not this time. You were gonna feel it this time. All he does is sigh through his nose in response to you, heading to the bedroom and laying on top of the covers on his back.
"Wowwwww so you really don't love me?" You question him offendedly. "Shut up." He grumbles, clearly getting fed up with you. "Shut up? Who the fuck are you talking to Ryusei?" "Talking to you." "You must wanna get fucked up." All he does is scoff in response. So, in retaliation, you snatch the pillow out from under his head and hit him in the face with it. "Get up, I'm talking to you." and he does, sneering down at you, his pink eyes fixed on yours, you just pissed him clean off.
Before you could even think to apologize, he had you bent over on the bed, pushing your head into the mattress. "Arch your back." All you can do is comply and whimper at him. "You wanna act like a fuckin brat, I'll fuck you like one then." He pulls your panties down from under your dress, grabbing your hips and pressing himself against you. "I don't know why you thought you were going out in this skimpy ass dress anyway, don't wear this again." He says, sliding it up your hips and bunching it up at your waist. "It's not skimpy." You retort. "Did I ask you to speak?" You didn't respond to him, knowing better than to test him right now. He pulls his dick out, slowly stroking himself, getting himself fully hard. "Already fucking wet." He grunts, pressing the tip against your entrance. "Ryu I'm sorry." You whine. "Shut up."
He pushes himself inside, making you whimper at the stretch. He immediately starts thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, each thrust jerking you forward and causing your ass to slap against his pelvis. It was too much. "R-Ryu, slower baby!" he ignored your plea, continuing to thrust at that same pace. He didn't care if you could take it or not, he wasn't focused on you right now. He cared about getting his own orgasm. He paid you no mind, grunting and letting out breathy moans at the feeling of being inside you. "Ryu! Please! It's too much! I can't!" You continue whining. He grunts in response, slowing down his pace.
"Oh, it's too much for you?" he says, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up so you're flush against him. He continues his animalistic pace, causing your back to arch away from him. He slides his hand to your throat, the other still placed on your hip as he thrusts up into you. Choked moans and sobs escaping your lips consecutively as fresh hot tears fall down your face. The wet squelching sounds getting louder and louder as he fucks you dumb. little breathy "ah" sounds falling from your lips in time with the sound of your skin slapping against his. "Fuck." He pants out, his dick twitching and his hips stuttering, he's close. His thrusts get sloppy, but never lose their strength, continuing to move your whole body as he fucks into you. He lets out one last groan, holding you in place as he cums inside you. After stilling both your movements for what seems like an eternity, he pulls out, letting your shaking body fall on the bed. "Clean me up."
This takes place in Japan bc i said so. Ummm, chubby fem black reader implied but no explicit skin color or body descriptions besides chubby cheeks are stated. It's implied in my head. (Obvi, Nsfw, genitalia descriptions, um dubcon I guess? Oral sex, sir kink.) Noel is in yellow, you're pink. This was a much needed revamp, the other Hc's were fucking terrible. Anyone that sees this, send me asks!!! I'm bored and I wanna write! Enjoy bby. Muah muah muah!
Noel has a big dick. It's not too long, but it's girthy so it stretches you out nicely. His tip is definitely a nice light pink, but gets to be more of a deep blush color when he's about to cum.
Ater, he comes home from practice, the gym, anywhere from being out all day, he hits the shower and then as if it were a routine, he makes his way to you, ready to fuck, already stiff and jerking himself off.
His favorite position is you on top, riding him. (idk, he just gives me very lazy vibes, like he's tired from being out all day, he wants to feel good, but he don't wanna put in a whole lotta work? Like he'll occasionally thrust up into you but for the most part your legs is gon be working.)
He definitely has no issues, giving you a little bit of 'help', like if you were steady tryna act like you couldn't take it or if you weren't bouncing fast enough, he's quick to grab those damn hips and make you. If he gets fed up enough with you tryna run from it or your slow ass pace, he'll flip you over, and just start plowing your shit.
I honestly think if you call him sir, he'll just lose his mind. He absolutely loves it, say "Yes sir." to him one time while yall are fucking and watch how fast he'll cum.
He does not play any of that attitude/petty shit, he'll have you on your knees so damn fast you'd get whiplash. he'd shut you up reallll quick by making you suck him off.
He was already having a shitty ass day, all he wanted to do was come home to you, and relax but you clearly had other plans. You were upset and in a sour mood because one of the only hairstylists in Japan, that can actually do your hair, canceled on you last minute.
He walked through the door and you were nowhere to be found, which is strange because you usually come and greet him whenever you hear the door open. He walks inside, taking his shoes off and heading to the living room to find you sitting on the couch, watching some show. He can already tell you're in a nasty mood. He walks to the side of the couch you're on and speaks. "I'm home." he says plainly. "I can see that." the irritation in your voice as clear as day. (that was ur first mistake bby.) He sighs through his nose, "What's wron-" you interrupt him, sucking your teeth and waving him off. (this was the second) As if a switch flipped in him, he immediately made his way to the couch, sitting down in a manspread position. "Get up, get on your knees." "...What the fuck do I gotta get up for?" "This is my last time telling you, get up and kneel." You done got yourself in a world of mf hurt, and you knew what was coming.
You quickly got up and kneeled in front of him, resting your hands on both his thighs. He lifted his hips, just enough to pull down his sweats and his boxers, pulling his dick out, it was already semi hard, the tip a darker shade of pink, a little bit of clear fluid, dribbling out and down the side. "Open." "I'm sorry-" "Open." He cared very little for your attempts to weasel your way out of your consequences, he shut it down every time. Before you could even open your mouth, he grabs your face, squishing the fat of your cheeks and pulling you closer to him, forcing your mouth open. "Tongue." You stick your tongue out, he then taps the tip against it, removing it to circle it around your glossy lips. The sparkly clear gloss, mixing with the saliva from your tongue on his tip is mesmerizing. He lets go of your face and pushes your mouth onto his dick, your chubby cheeks puffing out, as he makes you gag as his tip hits your throat. He holds the back of your head down, keeping your lips wrapped around his base. "You can take it all." He grunts out. He pulls you back up for air, your lips leaving and circle of the leftover gloss around his base. You're panting, trying to catch your breath as his yellow eyes just stare into you. "You'll tell me what's wrong after I finish?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes sir."
ᘏ ⑅ ᘏ ⌒ ‧₊˚ w a r n i n g s ﹒﹒4.8kay word count , black fem reader , usage of aave , lotsa flirting , drug usage [ weed — jus by ony ] , mentions of reader blushing [ you can feel it , not visibly described ! ] , backseat frisking , daddy kink , oral sex [ r. receiving ] , pussy spanks , some ass eating [ r. receiving ] , fingering , set in university .
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“so, you don’t smoke.”
you’ve been asked the question around four times by now, though this time, you suppose that it’s finally gotten through his head and he’s simply reassuring the fact through a statement.
your responding nod is almost unnoticeable as you try hold in a smile by hiding your mouth within your shoulder.
onyankopon can only gaze fondly at you, slight smirk playing upon his own lips as he tries to focus on rolling a neat blunt on the canvas of his lap. “mm,” he hums quietly after a sniff, averting his gaze to his fingers. you both watch the way his digits move — brisk and swift . . expertly. his thumbs and index hold the paper while simultaneously rolling it into a cylinder as his middles work on tucking and pressing, making sure not a shred of weed tumbled from the open ends. “i like that.”
you wouldn’t have heard his mumble if not for the enclosed space you both find yourselves in — his car.
admittedly, a roaring loud, glorious thing with five percent tinted windows, sparkling, black rims, and smoked out tail lights, you’ll be honest, at first sight of his hellcat parked outside at the curb in front of your apartment, it intimidated you.
ony intimidates you.
and he shouldn’t. you know that he shouldn’t and you know that if you were to tell him that he’d take it to offense more than anything because, simply, that’s just the type of guy he is, he never wants to scare you or hurt you in any type of way, howbeit . . you can’t help it.
you think it’s his beauty, above all — above his towering, six foot three stature, his broad shoulders, and the heavy paws of hands.
it’s the way his skin, dark and smooth, not a blemish, scar, or bruise in plain sight obscuring your vision from the way it glistens beneath the rays of the sun and moon alike, bathing him golden then blue. it’s the thick pillows of his lips, top the same shade as the rest of him though the bottom . . a gorgeous, dark pink — reminding you of the sweet insides of a ripened lychee and the brindled bristles of his straight eyebrows.
naturally, below them are his eyes. you find that they’re actually quite big . . however, lazy. the lids fall halfway into them, partially shielding two, bottomless pools of dark brown where stars and suns dance beneath. your own grow a bit heavy, watching his hands pull the blunt closer up to his mouth so that the tip of his tongue can primly graze the edge of the paper — back and forth . . back and forth.
it’s sudden.
there’s a moment when his eyes shift to the right so that he can look at you, directly into yours while he does so.
you think it’s only right that you look away once those butterflies in your tummy rouse and their wings begin to flap near the speed of light. you think one manages to flutter all the way up from the chasm of your stomach to your throat — makes you have to softly clear it, during which the same time you attempt to busy your brain by focusing on something else.
the waves, you think.
watch the waves.
the car is parked on the peak of a hill — overlooking the shore. you love the beach. you love the ocean.
when getting the call from ony over two hours ago that he was coming to pick you up, for no reason at all either, you both hadn’t planned a date this week, but just because he wanted to see you . . . you suppose that the feelings for the boy sitting beside you finally had cemented.
scented of sweet cocoa butter and vetiver, his aroma had hit you the moment you clicked yourself into the seatbelt and you presume that was what also cemented them, as well.
however, now coming to think of it, it could be the way his hand slips inside of yours so that he can interlace his fingers within the spaces of your own come any time the two of you are walking alongside each other. it could be the way his lips peck sweet kisses along your temple when he pulls you into his arms every morning as a greeting when picking you up for class. it could be the lingering stares across the field as he takes a breather while seated upon a bench as you pull an arm across your chest during cheer practice.
it could be a lot of things, you realize.
“you think too much.”
“. . huh?”
you look back over at him and to his hands once more. holding a matte black lighter, his thumb flicks across the spark wheel — once, twice — until a tall, wading flame lurches from the valve. “gotta get outta’ y’head, mama,” he mumbles while stroking the blaze to and fro over the chubby end of the blunt until the drug and paper begin to blacken over as they burn. he eyes it the entire time. “. . or let me in there sometimes.”
when it’s lit, he pulls it up to his lips and takes a long drag, redirecting his sight back onto you.
you’re fascinated, attentive and keen, eyeing the way a stream of grey smoke, seemingly encompassing the texture of water pours from his mouth until his nostrils are quickly pulling it back in. “i don’t think you’d like it in here,” you quietly respond, turning your body more towards his way while folding a leg underneath your butt.
ony tosses the lighter within an empty cup holder, now using his free hand to rub across the plum colored, crushed velvet fabric of his durag. “i doubt that.” he sniffs again, reclines his seat back a little more, then spreads his legs wider when more space is provided. “c’mon . . wassup.”
you can’t tell him what you’re really thinking — about how you’ve been stroking your stupid, little fingers over your throbbing clit every night . . a hoodie of his that he gave you, threads still holding traces of his body wash and cologne, pulled up to your nose as you imagined his body on top of yours. you can’t tell him just how needy you’ve been — how one evening you’ve cried because of just how empty your poor, little cunt was and how you’d been two seconds away from calling him in the dead of the night, blubbering about how bad you just wanted him to touch you.
“football’s fun, right?”
it’s the first subject your frenzied brain landed upon. you can tell you catch him a little bit by surprise because his eyebrows lift, prior to them folding in.
you feel your cheeks burning, “it makes you happy?”
his returned smile is bright and pretty. he chuckles, “shit, i mean . . yeah. it does.” he takes another drag, a shorter one.
“yeah?” you lay the side of your head against the seat’s upper cushion. “you’re gonna make it pro,” you mumble. “i see it.”
“don’t gas my head up, lil girl,” he utters in reply, fingers pushing a button on the door on his side to crack his window and ventilate the car. he doesn’t need you getting high, you have a quiz tomorrow.
your giggle is sweet and soft, “mm-mm, i see those recruiters in the stands at almost every game. you’re gonna be in the big leagues soon, ony.”
“hopefully.”
“undoubtedly.”
ony shakes his head slowly, slight smirk pulling at his lips. you’re so fucking cute to him. “speakin’ of the games,” he starts, tone, as always, quiet and low. “you let me know if somebody botherin’ you, alright?”
you’re twirling a braid around your finger and you nod your head immediately come his question, “mhm . . why you say that?”
once more, he shakes his head, taking a hit with his eyes focused outside of the windshield at the glistening ocean, “. . i be seein’ how some people look at you, ‘s all,” he mutters over the smoke in his chest. “they ain’t never said somethin’ slick towards you, right?”
you genuinely think it over, glossy lips pouted and eyes focused upwards as your fingers lace a few of your braids between them. so fucking cute. “mm, no,” you whisper. “no, they jus’ . .” you snort a little laugh here. “stare.”
you make the corner of ony’s lips rise after he blows out the smoke, “why you laugh?”
you snicker, “ ‘cause it’s all they ever do. it’s all you ever did.”
at the slow sound of him smacking his lips and sucking some air between his teeth, you only giggle louder. “man.” quietly, ony drags the word out underneath his breath. “you tryna’ say ion got game or some’n?”
“no, no. i mean,” you smile and shyly shrug. “ ‘m in your car, right?”
that’s true.
ony thinks he has to owe it all to the shots of hennessy and ciroc that allowed him to finally build up the courage and talk to you that night two months ago at a friend’s kickback. mixing dark and light liquor, he should’ve known better, albeit, you looked too good that night — cozy and cute in a tight, white short romper, crocheted, pink shrug cover up and your chestnut toned, platform uggs.
he wanted to approach you more suavely . . nice and calm.
but that fucking liquor . . .
“i can’t go two more fuckin’ semesters without makin’ you mine.”
your eyes had widened when the abrupt statement left his lips and the friends flanked at your sides quickly dispersed, leaving the both of you alone at the bottom of the staircase, shrouded within your own little bubble.
from then on, he’s carved a hole in the shape of you within his life, within his everyday routine, and you, him.
“c’mere.”
ony pats his lap while stubbing out the blunt within his car’s constituted ashtray. he watches you hesitate — your eyes flick over his loose, black cargos and the zip up he wears before you begin to move, slow and careful. ony helps you crawl over, making sure you don’t bump your head or break a nail, goodness knows he’s hyperaware of the latter . . he doesn’t want to see you cry tonight, and when you’re nice and situated, he relaxes and folds an arm behind his head, simply staring up at you.
he has no real reason for pulling you over here . . . he just wants a closer look at your pretty face.
and when he sees that familiar, shy smile start to spread across your lips, his own follows. you hide your laugh behind a hand, “you look so high.”
it’s true. his eyes are heavily rimmed with a ring of pink and they’re heavy, they make his blinks slow and gentle. “yeah?” he rubs a dense hand down across his face.
“mhm,” you hum and he feels you leaning in closer. “you okay, onya’?”
“mmm.” he groans, low and long after inhaling a breath through his nose. “. . say it again.”
lazily, his arm now drapes over his eyes. “hm?” your fingers toy with the gold, rope chain he wears that dangles a rectangular emblem with an engraved ‘ O ‘ within it. tenderly, you rub your thumb across it while asking, “say what? . . your name?”
“mhm.”
you like to tease. you always have. you’re giggling when you sweetly sing, “ony, ony, ony. onyaaa . . . onyankopon — mmph!”
how swiftly he manages to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you in until the rounded peak of your nose halts only an inch before his is staggering. your eyes are wide, plump lips popped open, and voice caught in your chest — ony adores it all. he bites his bottom lip while smirking a bit. “yeah,” he mumbles underneath his breath, giving one, nice squeeze then you a little shake before letting go. “keep playin’.”
distantly, you can hear the steady, calming melody of lauryn hill’s the sweetest thing playing feeble and small from the car’s speakers, lyrics all but hushed mumbles. beneath them is your next inhale, trembly and quiet.
across your body, a rushing heat travels south. warmth pools within your panties, sticky and wet and the feeling makes you give a slight mewl while shifting, hoping he hadn’t felt it.
ony adjusts his legs when you do, the both of you looking down watching you sink a little lower in his lap as he widens them just a bit more. “you straight?” he asks softly. “wanna move back—“
“—no, no,” you shake your head, cheeks heating up at the rate of how fast you blurted out the two lettered word. “ ‘m . . ‘m comfy.”
“mm.” his hands slide up your thighs to your waist. he admires your fit — a pink oversized crewneck, white biker shorts, and pair of ‘ barbie ‘ ones. large, gold, heart shaped hoops dangle from your ears and a layer of gold chains hang from your neck. you’re so pretty. he likes how glittering tinsel had been intertwined within your braiding hair . . it makes them shimmer beneath the silver moonlight and he revels in how your long, wispy lashes induces your eyes to appear more flirtatious. “i’d fuckin’ kill for you, man,” he utters against the skin of your collar bone.
he feels his heart pounding in his chest when you press yourself closer.
“mm, yeah?” you whisper, all coy and sweet . . like you don’t know just how much ony adores you. “you would?”
his tone is near the same volume as yours when he retorts, “yeah . . — i really like you.”
your small palm rubs over his durag and he shivers at the feel of your nails beginning to scratch along his nape. “really like you too, ony,” he can hear the pout in your voice. “like you so much.”
“ ‘s that right?”
“mhm.”
ony tilts his head up and you’re suddenly hyper aware of just how close the both of your faces are. you can see the tiny hairs that make up his mustache above his upper lip, just how long and pretty his eyelashes were, his fucking eyes. you think you’re holding your breath, watching them shift down to your lips when you unconsciously begin to nibble upon the lower.
you feel his arms envelop you completely. they wrap around your back and he grabs hold of his own elbows to suddenly tug you flushed against him. you both are chest to chest.
“. . don’t do that,” you mumble.
“do what?” he slowly pulls his bottom lip underneath his teeth, gazing at you beneath his lids.
“that.”
“ ‘m chillin’.”
“no, you not—“
“—yeah, yeah.”
he pecks your lips first, quick yet tenderly. it’s enough to quiet you down. “ ‘s what i thought,” he utters, tilting his head to give you another, listening to the way you hiccup. “shut that shit up.”
the speed of which your kissing progresses starts steady until the two of you are a hair away from, what your best friend ymir would describe, sucking each other’s faces off. you’re squirming, lifting up higher on your knees while holding the sides of his face between your two hands. he tilts his head back to accommodate your new height, squeezing your hips within his own hands as your tongues push and pull against one another.
he tastes like weed and peppermint — sharp and dull. you all but sag against him when he pulls you even closer by the fabric of your crewneck as his tongue, warm and soft, beckons your own into his mouth.
you’re aware that you both are inching into a terrain unknown. you’ve kissed before, sure, but never like this.
you can taste how bad ony wants. you feel how he holds himself back, muscles flexing and rippling beneath your fingertips. it only makes your poor clit pound a little harder against the soft cotton of your panties. your mind grows hazy — usual finesse and sense dwindled into nothing.
you hadn’t known when you started rocking your hips along his lap — slowly pushing and pulling them back and forth. “n-nah,” you hear ony swallow. everything sounds muffled. you can only focus on how good it feels to have the button and zipper of his cargos rubbing up against you just right, how nice it felt to feel his hands on you, to touch him as well.
your mind is gone.
ony watches you tilt your head back, eyes still closed as you worked yourself just the slightest bit quicker and — fuck, the sight is beautiful. your chest is heaving and he feels how hard you’re gripping his jacket at his shoulders within your little fists. he can also make out how wet you are . . thinks he fucking hears the slushing soppiness over the music playing. “mama,” he takes your thigh in a death grip. he needs you to stop. “baby . . c’mon.”
“f-feels so,” your tiny gasp is shaky. “good though, ony.”
“yeah,” he breathes and looks down, watching your hips move with the fluidity only found in water. you roll and rock and press . . his dick feels like it’s throbbing. “not here though . . i don’t want our first time to be in my fucking car, baby.” you deserve better than that.
you hear him, you do. “b-but—“
“—but nothin’.” he establishes a firm grip on your lower half, completely stilling you. “chill.”
you’re frowning . . of course you are. you utter out a soft ‘ okay, ‘ leaning back against the steering wheel with your arms folded and subtle amusement dances within the chocolate of ony’s eyes while you do.
you fucking brat.
he feels you still trembling, even given your downturned lips and huffy demeanor, you still ache for him. it wouldn’t be right to drive you back home like this.
“hop in the back.”
your eyes snap from outside the window back to his own, “. . what?”
“we not fuckin’,” he shakes his head and gives two quick taps to your thigh before motioning to his spacious backseat with his thumb. “nah, my ma’ raised me better than that.”
“what are we doin’ then?” you’re turning sheepish again — curling into yourself, biting your lip.
“i can show you better than i could tell you.”
come less than five minutes later, the both of you are nestled within his backseat. your shoes have been kicked off, shorts thrown somewhere up towards the front and your little panties, white with pink, lace trim and printed with fucking teddy bears are pulled to the side. ony has you folded up — actually folded up, knees an inch away from touching the lobes of your ears and your toes grazing the window of the door behind you.
you lay directly upon the seat behind the passenger’s while he sits abaft the driver’s, tilted your way, and head lowered so that he’s able to slip his soft, warm tongue between the thick lips of your pussy with no problem.
you hear bells ringing in your ears.
he works slow — teasing yet thorough, moving his head with his tongue . . softly humming as he breathes and tongue kisses the pearled bud of your clit with slick puckering tenors. your toes curl at the sight of it all. his beard glistens with your wetness and his hands grip the cheeks of your ass, spreading them a bit wider when his tongue slips a bit lower so that he can slowly lave the flat plane of it across the knitted hole, all while his darkened eyes gauge your expression the entire time.
your fingers dig into the cushion of the armrest behind you as you arch your back, voice almost shockingly high.
“mm,” he pulls his head back while licking his lips as his fingers reach up to spread your lips apart to have better access to your clit. “taste so fuckin’ good . . why you taste so fuckin’ good?” he rubs it with his thumb, watching the rigid nub press against the pad of it as he works it in steady circles. a tinge of pink peeks out from within the cushion of brown . . it’s so fucking hard, he knows that it hurts. “pretty ass pussy.”
you whine, holding onto the back of your knees, not wanting them in his way. “o-ony.”
he looks down at you, “what?” he whispers, leaning his head back towards your pulsing cunt. “what you wanted, mm?”
you weep when his tongue finds your hole — he slides the tip of it inside . . pulling it out then working it deeper while the peak of his nose bumps against your clit, implanting well needed friction. “o-oh shit,” your voice is so tiny and broken. it’s fucking precious. “o-ony — mm, please.”
your hips are bucking up into his mouth so that you can work your pussy over his tongue, back and forth, back and forth. you’re surprised when a loud smack! suddenly rings throughout the car while a sizzling outline of a handprint begins to form upon the soft skin of your ass cheek.
“stop movin’,” he demands quietly, speaking around a mouthful of your drooling pussy. he wants to indulge because now that he has a taste, he isn’t sure that he wants to give you up anytime soon.
you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowed and mouth wide open, watching him let a frothy dribble of his spit drip from his lips right onto your clit, followed once more by his tongue.
the sounds he makes are filthy.
nothing but slush’s and smacks and puckers and hums. your eyes roll into the back of your head come his fingers digging deep enough into your skin that you’re sure of bruises blossoming come the next morning. “unh, don’t stop,” you grab the cap of his durag, tugging on it incessantly. “daddy, don’t stop.”
another smack . . though this time even harder than the one before.
it makes you choke on an inhale as your body jolts with the impact. you don’t need him to say it because come the next time you look down, ony’s already staring back up at you, eyes knowing albeit fuzzed over. he looks almost as gone as you. “g-god, ‘ve never,” you swallow, eyes closed. “never f-felt so good, onya’.”
even while you talked, little trills and whimpers still bubbled at the back of your throat.
ony sways his head from left to right, slipping his tongue down once more for another taste of your tight rim upon the sight of saliva and your slick dripping from your role, down the seam of your ass. “mhm,” he hums to show that he’s listening. “never got this pretty pussy sucked on the right way, mama?”
“uh - uh,” you sniffle.
“can tell.”
he lets his palm fall down on your clit for a quick swat. both, the sound and feeling makes your body thrash. “eeek — w-why did you . .”
he does it again, holding your legs out of his way when they threaten to fall. it isn’t the sensation of his hand slapping at your clit that makes you blush, it’s more of the sight. your pussy recoils with each spank, weakly gushing out little shots of pearly white cream.
“yeah, you like this shit,” ony mumbles, letting the tip of his middle finger stroke along your hole. “feels good, hm? . . yes or no?”
you feel depraved. you don’t think you should enjoy this so much, nonetheless, you do.
you’re hiding your face behind your knees, eyes tightly shut. ony lets his hand fall down onto your pussy a bit harder, watching the way you jolt once more. “y-yes,” you blubber out, whiny and feeble. “it does, ony.”
“yeah,” he huffs out, enamored by the sight of your thighs, sleek and damp, your ass, your pussy. it’s all fucking beautiful to him. “daddy can tell.”
when his tongue is returned back onto your cunt, you can tell he’s working with more vigor now. both his hands hold onto your calves, pushing them further up and gripping them tight so that they keep out of his way. it makes you hold onto his forearms, little hands locked onto the firm muscle for your own sanity. “ohmygod,” you mewl, arching your back come a new technique that has his tongue sliding down from your clit, into your hole where he pushes it inside for a quick taste then back up so that he’s able to suckle the thumping nub between his soft lips.
“j-jus’ like that,” you’re babbling and winded, breaths choppy. “oh g-goodness, ony — waitwaitwait.”
your hands go for his shoulders, pushing him back when arrives that familiar plummeting feeling of your gut. his hand smacks your ass . . hard — one, two, three times, prior to that same one grabbing the both of your wrists to squeeze them in his hold. the actions are all so quick, you’d only taken two breaths by the time it’s done.
his eyebrows are lowered when he mumbles, “man, don’t fuckin’ play w’me,” he spanks your clit and you sob. “don’t push me, ma’, are you crazy?”
“—‘m not stoppin’,” he utters, mouth already occupied by your clit. “not stoppin’ ‘til i’m full.”
you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. you’re blubbing, voice soft and high at the feel of his middle finger slowly gliding deep inside of your pussy, immediately curling up in search for that one, special spot that he knew’d have you seeing pink suns. “daddy p-please, no —“ you hiccup. “c-can’t take it, wait.”
it’s all so much . . too much. each breath is a gasp, each movement is a shudder. pleasure onslaughts your entire body, taking over your mind and everything within it.
you’re rendered speechless come him moving his head with his tongue once more, up and down while his finger pushes in and out, stroking the inside of your cunt beautifully. cream builds up, cascading out of your hole, sapidity of tart icing.
his eyes are locked on your face the entire time. it seems as though you’re frozen, eyes shut, mouth open, body still, until he sees your eyebrows furrowing in closer and closer as your bod begins to wound tight — similar to a slingshot being pulled further and further back. “mhm,” he hums, encouraging you for what he knows is about to happen. “mhm . . there you go.”
you cum with a hard inhale, fingernails digging deep into your palms as your entire body quivers underneath the pad of his clever tongue. “unh . . hng — oh g-god.”
ony pushes it all out of you quickly, working his digit and his tongue the more he feels your cunt squeezing and releasing. it flows out of you, sticky and wet . . seemingly never ending.
you’re exhausted by the come down, heaving as though you’ve been out of air for hours. you feel ony finally pull back and let your wrists go. you’re thankful, due to the fact that you hadn’t known when tears had fell down your eyes, albeit, you’re glad to finally wipe them away and blink your blurry sight back clear to focus on the boy in front of you.
he’s licking his lips, wiping his chin, already focused on you.
“alright.”
you watch him unzip his jacket, pulling it off of him. you’ve made a mess of him — dewy wetness had managed to even drip down the strong column of his neck to his chest. “c’mon,” when he softly slaps your thigh, you’re perplexed. he reads it all over your face and it makes his own eyebrows pull in close. “. . who told you i was done? . . flip over, hands and knees.”
“w-what?”
ony doesn’t repeat himself. he simply moves you — pulling you up, flipping you over, pushing his hand down onto your back so that your chest presses against the seat with one word uttered, ‘ arch. ‘
your eyes are frenzied. you reach back, hand gripping onto his cargos, “d-daddy, you can’t be serious—“ you thought he’d be done. it’s twelve am.
you can hear him shuffling again as his hands pull off of his plain, black tee. “meant what i said,” is all he mumbles in reply. “you gon’ be good,” he gives two pats to your ass, akin to the way a guy’d pat the hood of a car to signal someone to drive off. he knows you will. you may be tired but your soft, little pussy isn’t and he isn’t neither. “i got you, mama. jus’ relax.”
relax. he wrecks havoc on your mind, body, and soul each time his tongue let alone touches your clit. you want to cry come the sight of an hour inching into two . . then two and a half. sweat glistens upon your body as your knees press into the seat on either sides of ony’s head. one of his hands squeezes your tit while the other has hold of your ass, making you rock yourself along the surface of his tongue.
he can’t feel bad for you come the sounds of your stupid, little babbles and the sight of your tear covered face. ‘cause ain’t this what you wanted?
you’re sitting on the couch beside him, watching your favorite show you always watch together when he comes over. he reaches over to your side and grabs your waist, tickling you harshly and you both know there’ll be bruises later. but you don’t care. you fold into yourself and laugh at him tickling you. “what’s so funny, baby? hm?” he smiles down at you. he moves his hand to your inner thigh and does the same thing there, making you lurch forward, laughing more. “i really don’t understand what’s so funny here.” you grab his face, or try to, before he grabs your hand and pins it to the arm of the couch. you fall down under him as he climbs over you, the tv losing all importance, though you should probably be seeing what’s happening.
your free hand goes to his arm, feeling his biceps and squeezing. he flexes slightly, making your hand fall off onto your stomach. he hasn’t stopped smiling, and neither have you. he leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. when he leans back up, you follow, wanting more. he smirks and holds the side of your face with his hand that isn’t holding yours down. you naturally lean into his touch, his thumb grazing your lips. you part them, open your mouth, take his thumb inside, and bite down. he gives you a look, the “quit biting me, i tell you this every day” look. you smile with his thumb between your teeth, running your tongue over the bite marks to soothe the pain.
he takes his hand off your face and you frown at the loss of contact, but his hand moves down where you’d like him much more. he looks at you for approval, and you quickly nod. he smiles and moves his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, feeling your wetness through your thin panties and smiling bigger. “all this for me, baby?” you bite your lip, still smiling, and nod slowly, to which he kisses your lips and slowly rubs small circles on your clothed clit. you gasp into his mouth and he chuckles at your response. “like that?” you nod. “more, please.” he smirks and speeds up his movements, making you moan. he stops just as quick, moving your panties to the side and gathering your wetness, rubbing up and down your pussy. “can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy around me, baby. always feels so good.” you nod and try to wriggle your hand out of his grip, and he shakes his head. “i wanna touch you.. please..” he reluctantly lets his hand slip from yours and you immediately reach to grab his shirt off. “hang on, sweet girl. we’ll get to that, i promise. but lemme make you feel good first. ‘kay?” you pout but nod, knowing how good he is with his fingers. he gathers more of your slick and rubs it up to your clit before taking his hand out of your pants. you whine, and he looks at you. “lift your hips up, baby.” you smile and do as you’re told, and he rips your shorts and panties down your legs before getting between them.
you scoot up on the couch so he has more room to lie down between your thighs, kissing them as you both get situated. you stop moving and he immediately dives in, making you let out a small yelp. you feel him smile against your cunt before licking a stripe from bottom to top. you throw your head back in pleasure as he eats you out like a man starved. the sounds he’s making should not be legal. you grip his hair and pull his head up and he looks up at you, the lower half of his face covered in your arousal. you get impossibly wetter at the sight. “please, wanna feel you,” he smiles and gets out from between your thighs and climbs back over you, and you spread your legs further so he can fit. he kisses your neck, and you can smell yourself on him. it’s driving you crazy.
“please. need you now.” he smirks and runs his hands under your shirt, your bra discarded long ago. he kneads your breasts with calloused hands and nips at your neck. you reach down to remove his shirt again, this time he allows it, sitting up and letting you take the fabric over his head. you admire his chest and stomach before he leans back on top of you again, kissing you hungrily. “shit, baby. gonna fuck you, yeah?” you nod rapidly and he smirks down at you. “‘s my girl.” he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, wasting no time. you notice he’s already as hard as can be, his tip red and leaking precum. it makes you salivate. you spread your legs as far as they can go without falling off the couch, and he lines himself up. “look at me, baby.” he always makes you do this. always makes you look at him when he feels you for the first time.
he pushes in with his eyes locked on yours, you gasping at the stretch and him groaning at your heat. “always so tight f’me, baby.” he dips his head in your neck and kisses it as you lean your forehead on his shoulder and moan. he brings one of his hands to your face and brushes it with his thumb while thrusting antagonizingly slow. “faster..” you manage to squeak out, his thickness stretching you out deliciously. he obliges and speeds up, grunting in the process. he was too much for you, you knew that, but you didn’t know the effect you had on him. he was feeling the same way you were, wanting more. but he knew it’d hurt you, and that’s not even on the list of things he’d want. so he holds back for you, giving you everything you want. at least for today.
as his thrusts get faster like you wanted, they also get sloppier. he’s insanely pussydrunk and the only thing going through his mind is you. your name, how good you feel, how pretty you look. you move one of your hands to his and interlock your fingers. he lays your intertwined hands beside your head and squeezes. you bite your lip to stifle your moans but can’t help but smile at him. he smiles back. “lemme hear you, baby. workin’ hard for it.” your teeth let go of your lip and you moan into his ear as his thrusts get harder, his cock definitely bruising something. he can feel himself getting close, and he doesn’t want to. you feel him throb inside you. he moves his free hand down and toys with your clit, making you moan louder and scratch his shoulder with the hand he isn’t holding.
“fuck, baby.. don’t- ngh- don’t know how much longer i can last..” you’re starting to get close yourself, with his playing with your clit and his moaning. you moan in agreement and he continues with his assault on your clit faster, bringing you so close to the edge very quickly. his pace quickens, another sign he’s close. you squeeze his shoulder, the drag of his cock filling you up perfectly, the feeling of bliss so close. “please- cumming-!” he somehow holds you closer. “yeah, me too, fuck-“ he doesn’t slow his movements on your clit as you cream around his cock, riding it out perfectly. “mhm, good job, baby. felt so good. my turn, yeah?” you give him a mindless, fucked-out nod, and squeeze his hand and shoulder as he spills inside you, the warmth temporarily soothing the pain. he kisses you sloppily, tongues clashing and spit drooling out of the side of your mouth. he pulls out, catching what of his cum falls out on his fingers and pushing it back inside you. “can’t waste anything. right, baby?” he looks at you and smiles. you giggle and nod as he kisses your forehead and lies on your chest, both of you leaving your beloved tv behind and falling asleep, dreaming of each other.
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It was only a matter of time before you were captured. It was inevitable, one might even call it fate. But now that you’re finally his, there’s nothing in his way, not even you. He had his plan and executed it perfectly. You were endlessly and hopelessly trapped and no one could save you.
All those sleepless nights and absentminded thoughts. It was a miracle he didn’t lose his mind already. Constantly being bombarded with the thought of you. He could make a replica of you with just how much your image popped into his head. But he didn’t want a replica, nor would he ever be satisfied with just a mere replica.
It’s no use in worrying about all of that now though, it’s behind him. But..why are you pushing him away? And..why are you begging him to let you go? He cant set you free, you just got here. And after all you’ve done to him, torturing his thoughts and occupying every nook and cranny of his brain. You even captured his heart and took over his body. Yet you still have the nerve to ask this of him.
Why can’t you just suck it up and stop acting like a brat? He had to go through way worse and you’re acting like it’s the end of the world. Maybe he should tape your mouth shut until you learn how to act right hm? Maybe he should chain you up and leave you in the cellar so you can appreciate the beauty of his company. Maybe then will you start to accept his love.
He’ll starve you of all human contact for days, weeks, a month max. Don’t try to call him on a bluff, it will only end one way. You know which way. Escaping isn’t in option for you so from now on you’ll have to live your life abiding by his rules. His only rule is that you must open your heart up to him. You must reform your thoughts of hatred, change your entire mentality to please him. You must love him, all is well if you love him.
Hello! I’m pretty new to Tumblr, so if I’m not doing this the correct way I apologize. I just wanted to say that I love your Blue Lock text posts, especially the one with Loki. I’m a pretty big fan of his (despite him only showing up for 1-2 chapters), so I got really excited when I saw the post included him
Thank you so much!!!❤️😌🫶🏾 you have no idea how much you have made my day!! Im so sorry for the late reply, I don’t really open tumblr anymore but ill start opening it more frequently in case I get another one of these lol. (More Loki drabbles coming soon? 👀)