Kayla’s Sweets!

YOU AND CAMERON have a perfect relationship, one that people botth envy and adore. Everyone on campus says he’s so sweet to you, how he’d never raise his voice even in the slightest, he even let you do his makeup when you wanted to try out something new. You two went on shopping sprees nearly every month and yet it seemed like his pockets were never ending. He made sure you keep up with your maintenance too. Hair always done, nails always done, lashes always done, toes always done. Whatever you asked he gave.

It wasn’t like he did it for no reason since he knew you always did same for him. Haircuts? Paid for. Manicures to keep his hands clean after games? Paid for. New games you know he’d like? Paid for. You both kept each other looking in the best shape possible. And that was one of the main reasons why everyone around knew you both as that ‘it couple’.

Now, it was around three in the morning when Cameron had arrived home. After a stressful day of practice, all the boy wanted to do was come home, shower, and lay with you. When he walked through the door, he placed his duffle bag next to the door and slid off his shoes. The first thing he did was scan the living room for you, which he found you on the couch, writing something in your notebook while a random true crime documentary played on the tv. What he noticed right after you was the loads of boxes and bags next to the sofa.

Cameron raised an eyebrow yet didn’t question it, he walked over to you. You were lying on the couch with your back against it, legs folded up and the journal in your hand. With a sigh, he parted your legs some more and laid right in between them. His head against your stomach while his arms wrapped around your waist. The boy lifted up just a little to peck your lips three times and then laying back down in his original position, “I missed you today.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment before speaking, “I missed you too. What’d you do today? You weren’t answering me your phone like usual.” Your eyebrow raised in slight speculation. You knew Cameron would never cheat on you, but then again he was an athlete, one of the best actually. So you couldn’t help but worry sometimes.

“Coach had us workin’ extra hard. You know our final game comin’ up soon.” Cameron mumbled against your skin. His grip around your waist relaxed as your manicured nails moved to his freshly buzzed hair. A sigh of content left his lips and he practically melted into you, “What you did today, mama?”

You shrugged, “I went shopping, then I got my toes done since I got my nails done last week. And thennn I went out for brunch with my girls, and yeah. That’s all.” You listed out everything so casually like you hadn’t spent hundreds of dollars only in one day. See the problem was that you were always spoiled, starting from your family all the way down Cameron. So a limit was never a thing for you. Yet sometimes, Cameron couldn’t help but be annoyed at how much you spent, he knew he was apart of the problem but he was beginning to think it was time for a change.

“Youn’ think that’s a lot of money? You done spent damn near a thousand in the span of two days, and I know you writin’ another shopping list in that notebook.” His tone was soft but held authority in a way that made you freeze. Cameron’s head lifted, his chin now resting on your stomach so that he could look at your reaction to his words.

You blinked a few times, like you were trying to comprehend what seemed like the unknown language of saving money, “Sooo…?”

“So maybe we should start savin’. Youn’ think so?” Your deep brown eyes stared into his green irses. A small furrow in between your eyebrows. You looked at the boy lile he had grown two heads, saving wasn’t even in your vocabulary. You slowly began to sit up which caused Cameron to sit up too.

“Uhm no…” Your tone was unsure, like you were hoping he wouldn’t actually be serious about this. Who would you be without new things every other week? From your words, a furrow also formed in Cameron’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but feel like you were being irrational right now.

“What you mean no? Baby, you gotta understand that we still payin’ rent for this apartment, we still got bills to pay, we got other shit we need to be worryin’ about. We can’t be blowin’ money cause you wanna buy some new shit every time it comes out.” His tone held softness, one that prevented the conversation into an argument. You felt like he was trying to gentle parent you at this point.

You stood up from the seat, placing your notebook on the coffee table, “I don’t wanna have this conversation.” That was his problem with you. Whenever something didn’t go your way you always ran away from your problems.

Irritation spiked in his blood, the conversation just added more stress on his back that just mixed in with that stress from practice. He could hear you rummaging in the kitchen, doing God knows what. Cameron stood up from the couch, he stretched out his long legs and walked to the kitchen. When you came in view, your back was towards him. He knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long and so did you. His arms slowly circled around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Why you mad, mama?” The boy questioned. His breath tickled against your skin.

He knew you were in the wrong, but he’d correct that attitude later. When you didn’t reply, he began pressing kisses down your neck, “Youn’ hear me talkin’ to you? Tell me why you mad, baby. Lemme make it better.” Cameron pressed a kiss on your sweet spot before sucking on it, his tongue swiped over the skin in a way that had you moaning under your breath. When he pulled away, the brown skin had a purple bruise.

“You ignorin’ me? You mad at me, baby?” He questioned, “I’m the problem?” The undertone of sarcasm had your panties unwillingly dampening. “Hmm?” He hummed out, a silence passed as he waited for a reply. He was met back with silence, and that surprisingly made him smile against your skin, “Bet.” Just like that, he flipped you around so that you were facing him. Cameron’s arms wrapped around you to lift you up and placing you on the white marble counter.

“Wait, Cam—” You didn’t even get to reply before his lips smashed into yours. You froze in shock before automatically melting into the kiss, your hands came up to cup his cheeks while his hand moved to grip the back of your neck and tilt for head for him. His tongue swiped over your plump bottom lip for entrance which you gladly accepted.

Your tongues slid together, the taste of mint was faint on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as the way his teeth grazed against your bottom lip. His hand moved to grip your jaw, his grip was gentle yet dominating. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he held your jaw so that your mouth could stay open. Then he spat in your mouth and sucked his spit back off your tongue.

“Cam, I— Don’t say shit to me. You wanted to ignore me so keep that same energy, lay down.” You sat there for a minute, shocked that this was the same boy who was just sweet talking you. Due to you taking too long for him, he laid you down himself. He pulled down your pink shorts, the pink hello kitty panties coming visible. A quiet snort leaves his lips before he became serious again. He pulled down his own basketball shorts and ripped your panties right in half.

Your wetness glimmered under the kitchen lights. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, he lifted your legs until your knees touched your ears, “Pretty ass pussy.” He whispered. Cameron’s hand wrapped around his aching length before he slid the tip against your slit. The pre-cum mixed in with your slickness, “You ain’t hear me? Say thank you.”

“Thank you…” You say breathlessly, your heart was pounding in your chest from anticipation. A hiss left your lips as he slid inside of you. No matter how many times you both had sex you’d never get used to his girth. Cameron slid in so slow to the point where you could feel every vein sand twitch, “Ouu fuckkk.” You moaned out, your head falling back against the counter.

“There we go.” He coo’d. Then, he began thrusting in and out, his pace got faster and faster. He gripped underneath your knees to keep you in the position, “This what you wanted? Catchin’ an attitude for what? Huh? I been told you to cut that shit out.” He said through gritted teeth. His thrusts were so hard that the counter creaked underneath.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the kitchen, along with the wetness that harmonized against your moans and his groans, “Open this pussy. You hear me?” He watched as your face twisted in pleasure. Your jaw fell slack and moans left your lips like you couldn’t stop them.

“Yesss, yesss! I hear you, Cam.” You mewled, more wetness spewed from your entrance. He had never been this aggressive with you, clearly he had some built up pressure that he was finally releasing.

“That’s not me, get it right.” His hand came up to gently smack your cheek. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your mouth opened but nothing but moaned left your lips. Cameron’s hands moved to lift up your shirt, it was like he was in a trance at the way your breasts bounced up and down.

“Okayyy, okay. I hear you, daddy. I’m listening.” Your hands scrambled to grip the end of the counter you tried to push your body upwards but that didn’t help anything. With a tsk, his hand wrapped around your neck and pulled your upper body upwards. You nipples brushed against his torso that had your back arching into him.

Cameron looked eye contact with you, his eyes held a mix of love and lust, “Don’t run from me, mama. You hurtin’ my feelings when you run from this dick. Take it like a big girl, you got it.” He pressed a kiss on your jawline, then one on your cheek, then one on your nose. Lastly, he connected your lips. Your tongues moved together simultaneously, swapping saliva while his thrusts never slowed down.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you two together. Cameron’s other hand came down to rub your clit, the sensitivity made your body jerk forward, “Cammmn Cam, Cam, oh my goshhh!”

“I know baby, let it out for, daddy.”

lol thank my bf for this chapter cause boyyy I had a time last night 😭

Pissing off your boyfriend alt!geto was something you didn’t want to do. So when you decided to sneak out and go to a party he specifically told you not to do? You knew there would be consequences, but you didn’t care.

You stood in the crowd with your friend, your second drink in hand when your phone began to ring in your hand. You didn’t even look at it, too drunk to care. It’s not like you didn’t know who it was anyway.

“Your phone has been ringing for thirty minutes, [❤︎⁠]. You don’t wanna answer that?” Your friend asked over the loud with music, “Might be important!” She said, a slightly concerned look on her face.

You shook your head, leaning closer to her ear so she can hear you better, “No point! It’s just Geto.” You shrugged pulling back away once you got your sentence out.

Her eyebrow raised but decided to not push anything longer, “Well, I’ll be back. I’m gonna get another drink.” She said, with a nod of your head she turned around, walking back to where the people were mixing together random drinks.

Then, your phone rang one more time in your bag. This time, you pulled the phone out of your bag and there you saw your boyfriend’s contact lighting up your screen. With a huff, you walked to the most secluded place in this packed house so you can answer. You pushed through sweaty and drunk bodies, even a few people making out until you reached the balcony.

The cold air angry, the wind blowing your curls into your face. You finally answered the phone, your thumb pressing the green button, “Hello?” You spoke, phone pressed against your ear.

You could hear Geto take in a deep breath on the other side, like he was trying to recompose himself, “Come outside.” His deep voice spoke on the other line. A shiver went down your spine, you didn’t know if it was from the cold tone in his voice or the cold gust of wind.

“Wha—how do you even know where I am?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing as your cold fingers gripped the phone in your hand.

Another second of silence passed, then he spoke again, “What did I just tell you?” The dominance in his voice made your thighs clench together as your panties dampened.

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” You reluctantly agreed, “Don’t hang up until you see me.” He spoke on the other line. You mumbled a small ‘okay’ and stepped back inside. You looked for your friend before your eyes found hers across the room. You didn’t even need to speak, just gave her that look and she nodded understandingly.

You made your way out the front door, the wind smacking you once again. Your teeth chattering as you looked around the parking lot of the apartment. Then you saw him. Geto leaned against the black car, a hoodie over his body with some sweatpants on. His long hair up in a messy bun, a few pieces sticking out. The piercings decorating his face practically glimmering under the lamppost light. You looked down at your phone, pressing that red button and walked over to him.

His eyes met yours as you finally stopped right in front of him. His gaze skimming over your shivering body. Your backless shirt that hardly even contained your breasts, the shirt cropped enough to show your pudge, the same pudge he should’ve been at home sleeping on right now. But nooo. You just had to go out and do the exact opposite of what you were told to do.

“Inside. Now.” He said, opening the passenger door for you. Even while he was upset he was still such a gentleman. You silently slid into the car, knowing better than to speak right now. He slammed the door, making you flinch slightly as you put your seatbelt on.

Your gaze followed him as he walked in front of the car all the way to the drivers side. The door flew open as he slid into the seat. The door slammed behind him as he started the car. The irritation visible on his face. The silence filled the car, only thing audible was the quiet radio playing. His large hand resting your thick thigh, his grip slightly harsher than usual.

“I’m sor— shut up.” He replied, not even letting you get your sentence out. You immediately shut your mouth, biting down on the inside of your cheek. The car speeding down the roads until he parked into the parking lot of your house.

He exited the car, walking all the way over to passenger side and opening the door for you. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ you slid out from your seat your heels clicking against the floor until you made it go your door. He trailed behind you, his presence like a shadow. A shadow you so desperately wanted to fuck right now.

The front door slammed behind you two. You kicked off your heels before finally turning around to look at your boyfriend. You looked up at him, eyelashes batting in hopes that it would make him go easy on you. His gaze met yours, eyes staring down at you.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, head cocking to the side as he stepped forward, you stepped backward until your back hit the counter, “I’m speaking to you, [❤︎⁠]. What did I tell you?” Geto repeated, his hand gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You told me not to go to the party.” Your voice lowered to a whisper, your eyes looking at anything but the man in front of. Your thighs clamping together as your pussy thumped at the sheer thought of what he’d do to you.

Geto used his free hand to cup the back of his ear, one eyebrow raised, “I’m sorry? I can’t hear you, say one more time for me.” He said, his tone mocking as he leaned down to your height.

You cleared your throat voice raising just a bit, “You told me not to go to the party.” You repeated, gulping as your nails dug into your palms, needing something to ground you.

“And what did you do? Did you do what I told you to do?” He questioned, forcing you to look at him. You bit down on your bottom lip, slowly shaking your head no, “Ex-fucking-actly. You did the exact opposite of what I told you to do.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out, “Yeah that’s what I thought.” Geto huffed out. Before you knew it, he had you bent over the counter. Your fingers gripping onto the edge of the white marble. He bunched your skirt up at your hips, the black lace panties coming to view. The damp spot so very obvious. He bit down on his bottom lip at the newfound skin. Your smooth brown skin, your inner thigh glistening with your slickness.

“Such a slut. Getting wet from me being upset at you.” He said, his hand coming down harshly against your ass, watching it recoil from the smack and ignoring the wince that escaped your lips. Being too impatient, he didn’t even remove your panties, just ripping it out of his way.

Geto leaned down, his most brushing against your slit as he inhaled your scent. His hand came up, rubbing on your puffy clit. The pleasurable feeling making your hips buck forward. Your head was laid on the cold counter as soft moans left your lips, “You like that?” He asked his lips puckering over your slit to spit on your pussy. His eyes locked on how your pussy let out globs of arousal. Two thick fingers lining up with your entrance

When you didn’t reply, his tongue clicked of disapproval, “I asked you a question, pretty. Don’t make me repeat myself.” You let out a needy whine, your head nodding as you turned your head to look at him, “Yesss, feels so good, Sugu.”

He let out a hum, his fingers easily sliding inside, automatically curling upwards. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue. Geto sucked on the nub, swirling his tongue around his while his fingers thrusted into your pussy. The loud squelching sound filling the room with every time his fingers thrusted back inside.

Your moans filled the kitchen, you grinded back against him. He quickly lifted his free hand, sending another swat to your ass that only made you cry out in pleasure he moaned against your pussy, teeth grazing against the nub. He effortlessly rubbed the ball of his piercing against your clit, circling around the nub. Shivers ran through your spine and you back arched against the counter. His fingers never stopped moving, making sure they repeatedly touched that spongy spot inside of you that made your walls flutter around him.

He pulled away from your pussy only to spit on his thumb, bringing to your second hole, his free hand spreading your cheeks apart. He circled his thumb around your puckered hole, his mouth coming back down to wrap around your pulsing clit.

“Fuck, Sug… I’m so close.” You whined out, your head resting back against the cold marble counter. He kept going until you were right at your peak then pulled away.

All the pleasure gone.

You let out a whine, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder. Your eyebrows furrowed as confusion and frustration flickered over your face, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He shrugged, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your ass cheek.

“I’m sorry, sugu!” You exclaimed, a pout on your lips as you stood up straight and turned around, now facing him. He just cockily smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“You will be. Go upstairs and strip. By the time I get up there if you’re not naked we will have problems.” Geto said. The look on his face said ‘talk back if you want to’. With a sigh you nodded, pulling your skirt back down since it was bunched up at your hips. He as you turned around, he sent a smack to your ass making you hiss and rub where he just hit.

You mumbled something under your breath and stomping up the stairs.

Boy did you have a night ahead of you.

You scurried upstairs and quickly took off your clothes, as anyone who knew what their boyfriend was capable of would do. First came your backless shirt, then that mini skirt, and lastly the remnants of your ripped black lace panties. You tossed them right in the dirty hamper before you laid right on you and Geto’s shared bed.

Silence filled the bedroom, the only thing audible was the sound of the crickets singing outside and your heart pounding in your chest.

You could hear rummaging downstairs, the sound of the fridge opening then closing. Excitement and anticipation ran through your veins as you began to imagine what he’d do to you. The thoughts sending globs of arousal to slip from your already wet slit.

Then you heard it. His footsteps, heavy against the stairs, it almost sounded like he was skipping a some steps and going two by two. Geto’s walking came closer until it finally stopped right in front of the bedroom door, and finally the door opened revealing your boyfriend with a cup of ice in his hand. Your gaze flickered to the ice then back at him, confusion dancing in your eyes.

“Hm. So you do know how to listen to instructions.” He said, walking closer to you until he reached the foot of the king sized bed, “Hold.” Geto extended his hand out and handed you the glass cup filled with ice cubes.

He pulled off his hoodie, more and more of his skin becoming visible. The three tattoos he has of your name, one on his chest right above his heart, one on his fore arm, and one right on his v-line. A few other scattered tattoos also coming to view. The nipple piercing he had on his left nipple, a dare from when he was younger. Those muscles, the same ones he’d wrap around your waist as he leaned down and told you to take it. His abs, the ones you’d ride and grind against when he was tired and you were horny.

He leaned over you, pressing your lips against his. Your arms immediately locked around his neck, his tongue sliding against yours. Geto swirled his tongue around yours, the ball of his piercing making the action kind of ticklish. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip just before his kisses moved lower.

His lips stopped right above one of your brown nipples when he looked up at you, “Give me some ice, mama.” He said. You gulped, taking one of the ice cubes out of the cup and brought it to his now opened lips.

He let the ice melt down before he wrapped his now cold lips around the bud. The metal ball of his piercing was extremely cold which was a complete contrast of your warm skin. Your hands moved to take his hair out of the messy bun it was in, fingers gripping and pulling at the long black hair. His other hand came up to pinch and twist as your other nipple.

Geto’s gaze flicked up to you noticing how you were already lost in pleasure. He grabbed the glass from your hand, letting it melt down into his mouth and make his mouth cold. Then, he leaned down and did the same thing to your other nipple, tongue swirling around the brown bud.

And then his kisses got lower, kissing down your belly, kissing over your pelvic bone. Geto laid on his stomach, tossing your legs over his shoulders. He pressed open-mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs before he finally reached where you needed him most. He leaned down, taking in a deep breath. He almost moaned at the smell of you. It always made him feel like a dog in heat.

Geto popped an ice cube in his mouth for the last time and then he leaned in, swiping the cold metal ball of his piercing through your folds, he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Taste so good.” That was the last thing you heard before he dove in. Your back arched off the bed, hands moving back to his hair. His tongue dipped into your wet hole, swirling around while his lips wrapped around your clit. He slipped his tongue out of your hole and pressed his piercing against the pulsing bud swirling it around.

Your moans began to get louder, thighs tightening around his head as your hands tightened around his long black hair. Geto began literally nursing on your clit, sucking on it while his tongue swirled all around your pussy. He brought two thick fingers to your entrance. He pulled away, spitting on your pussy before slurping it back up. The loud obnoxious slurping noises along with the squelching of your wetness once he pushed his digits inside you filling the room alongside with your moans.

“Oh my goshhh, suguu!” You gasped, hips bucking forward, “Eating my pussy sooo gooddd.” Your hands tugged and pulled at his hair. His fingers curled up inside you, hitting that spongy spot that made your thighs shiver around his head.

He hummed out against your pulsing nub, fingers never stopping there abuse on your pussy, “‘M so closeee, sug. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out, walls pulsing around his digits and your body locking, legs shaking.

He pulled away only for a millisecond, “Go ahead, cum for me. Be a good girl.” And then he dove right back in. His thumb came up to rub his clit while he moved back to see your face. His dick hardening impossibly more as your face twisted in pleasure.

Your walls spasmed, eyes rolling back and thighs locking. Your fingers gripping his hair as the pool in your stomach relaxed, the milky substance leaking from your entrance. But that didn’t stop him. His fingers slipped from your entrance, his mouth wrapping around them sucking off your cum while keeping eye contact with you. Then he leaned down, sucking and licking all over your slit.

Tears began prickling your eyes your hands moving to his forehead to push him away, he chuckled against you, sending shivers down your spine, “Too muuuchhh.” You whined, moving away from him.

With a pop, he finally released your clit from his lips. You let what seems like a of relief, falling back against the bed, chest panting legs shaking from the aftershock. Your plump bottom lip caught between your teeth. You didn’t even realize how he had slipped off the bed and grabbed the full body mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

By the time you had snapped back into reality, he was by your side already, “Sit up, pretty.” He said, sliding behind you and sitting down on the mattress. He sat with his legs open, his back up against the large headboard. Geto had you in between his legs your back against his hard chest. You locked eyes with his through the mirror as he pushed your legs open.

Geto had each your feet flat on the bed and your legs spread wide open your pussy open to view. His fingers slipped between your fat pussy lips, “One more. Then we can get to business.” He whispered, leaning down to press kisses on your neck.

His two fingers began swirling around your clit, making your face twist in pleasure, “Look at how pretty you are, my baby.” Geto gently gripped your face, stopping your head from falling back against him, “Let me hear you, mama. Doesn’t my pretty girl look sooo pretty.” He coo’d out in your ear.

“Y-yesss, I hear you, daddy. I look s-so pretty.” Your face twisting in pleasure as his fingers moved down to your soaking slit, plunging his fingers inside. Your hands flew down to his wrist, but that didn’t stop his abnormally fast pace. Geto leaned down pressing a kiss on your temple.

“Look at yourself, look at how pretty you are. Such a pretty slut.” He whispered against your temple, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your closed eyes opened but instead of looking at yourself, your gaze locked his through the mirror.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “Uh-uh. I didn’t say look at me, I said look at yourself.” He slipped his fingers out of you, sending a swat your pussy. Your hips bucking at the pleasurable pain, “Don’t keep me waiting, pretty girl. You know I’m not a patient man. Use your manners and say sorry.”

“I’m sorry, daddyuhh.” You gasped, back arching off his chest once he slipped his fingers back info your wet hole. Your gaze locked onto your face twisting in pleasure then moving all the way down to where his fingers were thrusting inside of you. Loud and wet squelching noises filling the room over and over.

“Mhm, you should be sorry. Sneaking out like I didn’t already tell you no. You just don’t fucking listen, do you?” He gritted out, fingers curling up while your thighs shook, “You just wanted to me to be upset, hm? Wanted me to be mad so I could treat you like the little slut you are.” Your moans got louder, eyes rolling and your face twisting in absolute pleasure.

“If you had just asked to be treated like a slut I would’ve did it with gladness. But nooo you just had to go out to that party. Made those men think they had a shot with you?” His voice was gruff with desire, your bottom lip caught between your lips, you tried to tilt your head back but gripped you face, cheeks mushing together forcing you to stay put, “Don’t look away.”

You were forced to watch yourself cum, legs shaking and your walls fluttering around him before gripping around his digits like a vice. Your orgasm hit hard, harder than before. A strangled moan erupting off your chest as the creamy substance slipped from your slit, around his fingers. He let out a hum of approval, “Mhm. Such a good girl for me. Finally learning how to follow instructions.”

Geto’s fingers never stopped the assault, thrusting into you near your orgasm, “That’s my good girl,” he coo’d like he didn’t just make you cum harder than he ever had before. He slid off the bed and laid you down, he pushed your legs up till your knees touched your shoulders, “Stay like this, you hear me? Don’t move.”

Then, he moved back, Geto’s hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling off the layer of clothing. You lazily lifted your head to look at him. Watching as Geto steps out of the pants, tossing it aside. The tent in his boxers left hardly anything for the imagination. Then came off his boxers. His hard dick slapping against his stomach.

His cock was long and girthy, around seven inches long and four inches wide, curved to the left. His veins running all over his length, his tip a pink color, pre-cum sopping from the small hole. He was shaven, a small amount of hair at the top along with his happy trail.

Geto moved closer to you, he began sliding his dick in and out between your folds. He could feel you practically pulsing and clenching around nothing at all. You let out a quiet whine of impatience, “Tsk.” He clicked out, “Good girls don’t rush, now do they?”

You let out a huff of frustration, “But sug I—” your sentence was automatically cut off when he slammed into you, taking out all the breath of from your lungs, “Mmph fuuckk…” You gasped, back arching off of the white satin sheets.

“Mhm, so fucking wet.” Geto grunted, pulling out all the way till only the tip was left inside you then he slammed back inside you. Your body jolted with harsh thrust, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck, cutting off your circulation just a bit.

“Shiiittt… just like that. Please don’t stop fucking me, daddy.” You mewled, hands gripping the sheets. You take your bottom lip in between your lips. Your toes curling as your face twisted in pleasure.

Geto let out a huff of a laugh, his eyes blown wide with pleasure. Some of the strands of his long hair sticking to his face, “You look so fucking pretty, my gorgeous girl.” He bit down on his bottom lip, watching as you nearly went cross-eyed from pleasure.

“Oh my gosh, please, Sugu.” You whimpered out. Your legs already trembling from your two previous orgasms. Geto grabbed one of your legs, bringing it to his face. His mouth nearly watering at the sight of your perfectly painted toes. The anklet with his name on it, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

The sound of skin slapping filled the bedroom the bed creaking underneath your bodies. He placed open mouthed kisses from your ankle all the way to your big toe, “Taking it so well. You feel so good, [❤︎]. You know that, baby? Do you know what you do to me?” His lips wrapped around your toe.

Your moans turning into nearly screams of pleasure as his curved dick hit that spot deep inside you. Geto’s tongue twirled around your toe the cool tongue piercing on your toe giving a form of solace. He placed your foot back down and folded your legs back up against your chest. He leaned down, lips puckering over your pussy as he spit directly on your clit. His thumb rubbing it.

“Please, daddy. I’m soo close. I need it so bad,” You jolted forward, eyes rolled back and your nails digging impossibly into the sheets.

Geto leaned down, burying his face into your neck, and placing small kisses, “I know, I know. Can you let it out for me? Hmm?” His hands moved to your lower stomach, gently pressing down right on the pool that was deep in your lower stomach. Your entire body shook. A silent scream erupting from your chest.

Geto groaned when you clenched tight around him, feeling your walls spasmed around his length. He hissed as he felt you cream around him, the ring of white cum around the base of his dick every time he slid back into you.

He flipped you over laying you right on your stomach and tooted your ass up into the air. Geto palmed your ass, spreading you open before he slid right back into you, “You see what happens when you just listen? When you do what you’re told.” A swat landed right on your left ass cheek, “But you just can’t listen. Can’t follow simple directions.” He clicked his tongue.

His thrusts began against. A handful of your curls in his hands, pulling and gripping, “Fuck me back, c’mon.” Your face buried into the sheets as you began moving back against him meeting him mid-thrust. Your walls clenching every time he hit your g-spot, “See how good it feels when you just listen?”

When he got no response, he grunted and he began thrusting at a punishing pace, “Hello? Do your ears not work, [❤︎]? I expect a response when I talk to you.” He gripped your hair, his free hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you up till your back hit his chest. He bit down on his bottom lip, looking at the tattoo of his name under your ear.

He could feel you clenching down on him, the sound skin slapping together filled the room in a thwap-thwap-thwap sound, “You’rs such a slut, baby. Clenching around me like this. You like that? Like how I talk to you?” Geto whispered in your ear, hand coming around to rub your clit in fast circles.

You were babbling an incoherent mess once he had your torso back on the mattress. Drool slipping from the corner of your lips while you had tears running down your cheeks, your mascara ruined and your lipgloss smudged, “Sugu, I can’tttt. ‘S too muuu…” You trailed off, your body began trembling furiously, your hand shaking and moving to his pelvis while trying to scoot up.

“Where are you going? Huh? Don’t run now, this is what you wanted.” His hand moved from your hair to hold your hand behind your back, “You can take it, mama. I know you can. Just give me one more.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss on your arched back.

You clenched impossibly around him a now audible scream leaving your lips as a clear liquid sprayed out of you. Geto’s thrusts got sloppier, his hands gripped your hips and his jaw clenched. He twitched inside of you his hips stuttering as he emptied his load inside of you. You fell flat on the bed, panting like you had just ran in reality.

“Did so good, my baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss right on that tattoo under your ear. He slowly dipped out of you, watching both yours and his cum ooze from your entrance.

“I’m sorry… for not listening to you, Sugu.” You whispered softly, resting on your back while he grabbed a cloth to clean you both up. Geto smiled, a small laugh leaving his throat.

“I told you that you would be.”

The full oneshot is now finally up. I kind of rushed at the end so I might come back and edit it 😭 but I trieddd!

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