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"Oh shit!"

"What a fuckin blow Onyankopon just took— he's stumbling! Could this be the fall most have been praying for? He's crumbling before our very eyes! Holy fucking shit." The announcer roared, voice cracking in disbelief.

Your expression tightened with fear. This could be his first knockout since becoming heavyweight champ.

Before you could gather your belongings and make your way to the locker room, he was already down. The ring went silent, apart from his opponent's team jumping with joy; everyone else was stunned.

You watched frantically as medics checked on him.

'What fuckin' move did he pull on Ony?!' You thought there was so much blood around him.

Once they woke him up, you walked over to his coach and waited patiently as they announced who the winner was; it didn't take a dummy to understand he lost.

After wrapping that up, he reached out to you for some support, and you allowed him to, even though he was heavy and about to tip both of you over.

You tried so hard to fight your way out of the swarm of reporters, but no matter what, they would not move around.

Eventually, you started swinging because one of them yanked a couple of your braids, and that was the last straw for you and Ony. He screamed at them, and they finally cleared a path for you both to walk through.

You groaned in annoyance. This week was going to be a pain in the ass for you both.

The next morning, his "real" manager had an interview set for him, and you ended up tagging along, only because he asked.

'He knew he couldn't go anywhere without the queen,'

This reporter was antsy, gorgeous, and messy as fuck. You tried to keep up with her questions, but they got boring.

They had a variety of complimentary bakery treats, so you walked over and helped yourself. You guys were in a rush trying to make it there, so you skipped breakfast, and a croissant wouldn't hurt at the moment.

You ended up walking back over when you heard the reporter ask some questions about who you were and your relations to Ony.

He pointed towards you, motioning you over. "She has a mouth; she can answer."

"Wow! You look gorgeous!" She said, putting a hand out to shake.

Shaking her hand, you went in with a light response. You had a bit of media training, but as a black woman, much of that isn't needed when the world scrutinizes your every move since your youth.

Adjusting yourself and putting on your best fake smile, "Thank you so much, how are you?"

"I'm fantastic! yourself?" 

"I'm doing great, it's a pleasure to be here." 

  Lies.

"We don't usually get to see your beautiful brown arm candy, and when we do, she's always speaking out for you. Who exactly is this bold beauty? And what is her stance in your life?" She asked, placing her focus and attention back on Onyankopon.

 You sort of tuned her out after that statement, though you were some beautiful brown chocolate; she didn't need to say that. Also, arm candy? the bitch was nuts. The fact that she kept asking more nutty questions after that threw you all the way off.

Rolling your eyes internally, 'God forbid a n*gga have a good friend, now it's 'oh she's  gotta be eating him off the bone.'

Mtch.

"Onyankopon, can you give us more insight about your dating life? Word on the street is that, allegedly, you've recently been dealing with a model, despite the one sitting next to you. How's that going?" She asked, looking your way as well for any signs of discomfort.

Scratching his head, he turned away from you with a sigh. 

"Honestly, I'm not sure about that. Where do you get your sources from?" He chuckled.

He was ashamed, he knew now you'd connect the pieces and eventually figure out why the fuck he's been wasting your time, putting certain events and dates off.

You enjoyed social media, but somehow you missed this, and though you guys have done sexual things, aka him eating you, you didn't care to play the crazy girlfriend to someone unserious like him.

"Our sources are Getty; we have the pictures here."

With a shit-eating grin on her face, she pulled out said picture of him and an upcoming model kissing at a park. 

You were gagged; that shit looked like it was taken last week. The exact same outfit he had on to see you before he went to work out. 

The same mouth he used to eat your pussy was the same mouth he was putting on this woman, who knows when she last got tested? Who knows how many other women there must be? 

'Oh fuck no.'

Looking over at him, you only nodded, and he knew exactly what the fuck that meant.

Watching the tension between the two of you grow larger, the reporter decided to wrap up the interview. She had already gotten the tea the media wanted; she just wanted to be messy.

"You really a funny ass n*gga, you know?..." You said, pulling him to the side. Jabbing your pointer into his chest with every statement you made.

"I told you before, if you're going to sleep around with other women, then do that and do you, but let me know so whatever the fuck we got going on can end! You stay playing in my face, but don't worry, I got something that's gon' fix you." 

Before you could say what you really wanted to, little Ms. Messy interrupted to ask for his number. He knew you were upset, the last thing you played about was your health, and yet, with a small smile on his face, he took her phone and started typing.

You didn't wait around for him to finish; that's the last bit of confirmation you needed before blocking him and getting an Uber to your apartment.

For the rest of the day, he tried to have multiple people call, even going so far as to involve his own mother.

"Fuck him, fuck his mother for birthing his raggedy ass, fuck his daddy for getting his mother pregnant, fuck his stink ass homeboys, fuck his coach with her fuck ass bob, fuck the bitches he be fucking, and fuck anyone else in the future who thinks they're gonna play with me." You ranted to your best friend.

Laughing at your words, she had to pause you in your tracks, "Girl, you dead wrong for saying fuck his ma, that woman loves you."

She was right, she did. That's why you were stuck under Onyankopon for so long, his mother begged you to watch out for him, and this is how he did you? Like you meant nothing to him??

"That reporter was so fuckin messy, you should've seen my face when she pulled out that picture. That bitch was dedicated!" 

"I can only imagine."

"Wait, why is he threatening to come to my apartment and texting me from text now numbers? We too grown for this shit."

"I'm already knowing what this mean, call me back tomorrow." She replied, hanging up the phone and leaving you to deal with Ony by yourself.

knock knock knock

"Yo...yooo"

"Open up this door, bro, I'm not in the mood to play with you tonight."

"If I break this door, it's gon' be me and you." Ony threatened for the last time.

"I wish you would so I can have an excuse to break my foot in your ass." You responded, trying so hard to cover your laughs.

Walking away, he seemed done fighting, "Alright bro, enjoy your night."

Jumping up in victory, you laughed, getting comfortable on your couch to finish binge-watching Love Island, but you should've known better.

Panic dropped in your spirit when you heard the top lock unlock, and then the bottom. 

There he was, grey sweatsuit with a black t-shirt peeking through, with some food in his hands; Ony stood by your door with one of the most serious looks you've ever seen.

'He had only left to get the keys from his car.'

You should've remembered about the keys he had for your apartment, "just for emergencies" he said when insisting it's important for him to always have access in case anything bad happened, and to him, this was an emergency. 

Since you were speechless, he decided to walk himself in, closing the door behind him and taking his hoodie and shoes off to get comfortable. 

He walked over to you, plopping down so close to you that you could hear his breathing if you'd stop breathing so heavily. 

"You cannot be fucking serious now, get out!" 

"Watch your fucking mouth." 

'He really thinks this is a game...alright.'

 Out of everything he put you through, he wanted you to watch your fuckin mouth?? 

You began tossing pillows at his head, you threw your comforter at him, anything in your reach was being tossed his way, which was sad because everything was fucking soft.

"Are you done acting stupid?" He asked. Grabbing and pinning you down.

The current position was vulnerable; he had you bent over the couch, face mushed into the cushions. If the situation between you both wasn't so fucked up, you'd be turned on, but he's an easy slut who pissed you off, so there was that.

"Onyankopon, get the fuck off of me!" You yelled. This was so frustrating, between being picked on by his interviewer, the stupid secret reveal, and the realization that he only played with you because he knew you'd always be there; you couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Ony noticed and grabbed you, placing you in his lap. He didn't understand why, but your crying turned him on. He's never seen you cry like this before; it's always a quick one-two, but you're in full tears. 

The next action he did shocked you both; he licked your tears. Your head shot up; it snapped you back to reality.

Truth is, he'll never stop playing with you unless you start fucking with him back.

"You know, maybe for your next match I'll be on the opposing team." You mumbled out between sniffles.

There it was, something that would hurt him. Something flashed across his eyes after saying that; his eyebrows furrowed, everything in your body screamed for you to run, but he'd never harm you...right?

He grabbed your waist, slinging you across his thighs, and he began spanking you.

"Count." 

"Fuck you!"

"I'm really trying with you, but you're making this hard, sweetheart."

"Get your filthy, poisoned fingers off me, I don't know where they've been or where your filthy mouth was!" You yelled.

For some odd reason, he already had his MyChart results ready? He shoved his phone in your face, watching as your face relaxed, looking over his information.

"Sorry now?" He asked, a smug look on his face.

"Kiss my ass."

And he did exactly that. He continued to spank you, leaving swollen hand prints on both your cheeks, apologizing for each blow landed. 

Your crying continued; this was something new, and it felt good in the worst way possible.

"Are you gonna be good for me, baby?" He asked, removing your shorts and flimsy cami.

He led a trail of kisses down the front of your body, kissing between your breasts, thighs, and placing some on your ankles, before nipping at each side. 

He teased, kissing your panties and dampening them with his tongue. Finally, he had had enough and pulled your panties to the side, noticing how stiff your clit was, he blew on it.

"Please, Ony." You moaned out, and how could he ever deny his sweet girl?

He latched onto your clit, immediately folding your legs to your chest to eat you in a more comfortable position. His mouth was so warm and wet, you tried not to cum so quickly, begging and pleading with him to slow down, but he didn't listen, removing your hand after you kept pushing his head away. 

"Ony, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum and watch how quickly you'll regret that shit." 

"You taste so good, I almost forgot you blocked me today." He moaned, he would not take his mouth off you, and when he did, his fingers would replace his tongue, rubbing slow circles and occasionally pushing inside of you.

"You can take me tonight, right, pretty girl? You feel so good already. It's the least you could do after making me worry all day." He said, pulling his index and middle fingers out of you, admiring your slick.

"Clean." 

 Shoving his fingers in your mouth, he didn't give you a choice; he forced you to taste yourself and watched, tugging down his sweats enough with his free hand while you sucked his fingers clean. It didn't matter how many times you've seen him naked; it always amazed you how big he was down there.

I cannot believe he's gonna put that inside me, can I finish from oral first??? 

"Do you hear that?" He asked, slapping his dick on your entrance, his tip kept nudging your clit, and it was the most euphoric feeling ever; you could cum off of that alone if he kept going. 

Noticing how distracted you were by nothing, he pushed the tip in— wincing at your tightness. He couldn't believe he was missing this. He only gave you head and left most times, but this felt different; similar to love. He felt as though if you left him, he'd lose his mind. 

"Fuck baby, you've been keeping this away from me?" He groaned, pushing the rest of himself in. He stilled, stopping his movement before he came too early.

"Move Ony."

"No please?"

"Please move, Ony."

You felt so full and fuzzy inside, you felt complete. The fact that it only took some dick for you to act like this was shocking. 'So fucking easy.'

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He asked. Sly grin on his face as if he knew you only had one answer, and it was yes.

You barely heard him, your only focus was him throbbing inside of you,

"Hey, baby, answer me." He said, slapping your face lightly, watching your eyes roll back from the action, he stuck the tip of his thumb in your mouth, lightly rubbing circles on the middle of your tongue.

"Open up."

Your body responded before your mind processed it, and your mouth opened. He loved how dumb and obedient you got when you were overstimulated. 

He spat in your mouth, groaning as he watched you swallow without him asking. He was in heaven.

After you did that, he gave you what you wanted, thrusting inside of you slowly, wetting his dick enough to have his way with you.

 He then turned you around, lifting your ass in the air, and placing a pillow under your head so you wouldn't be uncomfortable.

He spat, watching as his spit slid between your folds — he pushed himself in slowly, making sure to keep a palm on your back in case you decided to break your arch. 

With an unrelenting and unforgiving pace, Ony made sure to imprint himself inside you. He wanted to make sure no one could make you feel as good as he did. You continuously pushed against his stomach, resulting in harsh slaps on your ass and him pushing himself deeper inside instead.

"Ony, it's too much."

"It's okay baby, you can take it, right? I know how much you hate disappointing me, so just let me in, okay?" He replied. His tip nudging against your cervix, making you scream.

He made you feel so dumb, like a ragdoll, but it felt so fuckin good.

"Ony I'm gonna cum." You moaned, you couldnt hold it any more. His dirty encouragement egged you on; he began telling you how great you felt and how he would live inside you if he could, calling you his messy girl, and telling you how he was gonna lick your cream up and feed it to you.

"Are you gonna let me cum in here first, huh, pretty girl?" He asked, as he continued to fuck into you, letting his thumb explore —slowly rubbing and applying slight pressure to your second hole.

You groaned out, it was too overstimulating, there were too many thoughts clouding your brain.

"Whatever you want, Ony." 

"Yeah? You really thought I gave her my number, ma?" He said with each stroke.

"Tell me, I can't understand your moans, baby."

"m'sorry, Ony," You moaned out.

"It's okay, just let me paint your pretty pussy, and I'll accept your apology." he said, grabbing your neck and pulling you up to meet him in a kiss. 

You came, creaming up his cock and messing up your couch in the process, and he came inside you, pushing himself further than possible. 

'Thank God for birth control.'  You thought, panting as he walked over to your kitchen counter.

"hungry?" 

A couple of weeks had passed since you'd seen Ony, or, better yet, since he'd seen you. You unfollowed him and kept him blocked after that night, realizing how his toxic ways were qualities your husband would never have.

"You okay, babe?" Your boyfriend asked.

"I'm fine, just nervous and excited for your rematch tonight." You replied.

He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, walking out of his locker room to head to the ring. It was refreshing to be claimed outloud.

It was also refreshing to see Ony's face as he realized you weren't lying about heading to the winning team.

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©️mydeardolli

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Maybe it was the way she watched me while interacting with friends… or perhaps it was the way her friends all loomed over me, a group of creeps.

I could never pinpoint exactly what’s swirling in that head of hers, never understood why she felt the way she did towards me.

Okay, I lied about that. We fought as kids, but nothing too big to keep it going this long.

But hey, some people can’t let go, and I understand why she wouldn’t want to let me go.

However, at some point it her actions got aggravating as fuck, you’d really think she evolved with time, as humans do, but she didn’t– doesn’t, it really doesn’t matter right now.

The point is the bitch is still bothered about the past. I tried to be cordial with her since we share a few friends, but she’s so stubborn towards change.

I get it though, realistically, who the fuck would be cool with a bitch that put belt to their ass? Not I, but babe… come on, it’s me. After her many attempts to piss me off and belittle me, I started reciprocating the energy.

I already beat her ass once, twice would just be for the love of the game, and that’s not who I am anymore. I didn’t care if she saw the change or not, but the way she watches, I know she did.

Every time I caught her creepy ass staring, I’d roll my eyes. In some way, I believe she’s obsessed with me, but I usually think that about anyone who stares at me for a long period, multiple times a day.

“She’s so fucking weird, what the fuck is her issue??” my best friend said, responding to a message I sent a couple of minutes ago.

I was out partying with a couple of friends, nothing new, unfortunately, she and I both shared this set of friends.

When situations like this arose, I stayed as far away from her as physically possible. As a grown ass woman, I simply could’ve told our friends I wasn’t into it, or let them know I had some plans already, but in a way, I enjoyed torturing her with my presence. Why not make the room uncomfortable for her?

“You want a kiss?” I asked her, only because her eyes kept wandering.

She blushed.

What a weird little thing, but she rolled her eyes, moving to the opposite side of the section we shared.

As the night went on, so did the drinks, and so did our friends, and my sanity.

It was about seven of us left, enough left to keep the fun going still, but her shitty friend didn’t think it was enough and ended up inviting her boyfriend and his loser ass friends, so more people came, and with more people, more bottles kept appearing.

I hope they have enough money for this shit.

I tried to pretend her friend’s boyfriend and his puppies didn’t bother me, but I’m not the best pretender.

I did what I usually do; went to the bathroom to clear my head and book a ride out of here, my hg was sloppy drunk and I’m sure she’ll be leaving with someone tonight, and that’s no problem for me.

The door opened, but I was too focused on getting the fuck out of here to see who walked through.

“You have to stop being weird.” I heard.

Well no shit, I thought.

Looking up from my phone, I rolled my eyes at the weirdo. She has such a cute way of expressing lies, I can’t believe people tend believe them.

“You came to get your kiss?” I asked.

My head was killing me, her bothering me was bothering me this time. I tried to watch my mouth, but it’s like she lives to bother me.

She grinned. “Something like that.”

Unsure why, I reached up to grab her hair. Nothing that would make her head hurt, but to let her know I wasn’t in the mood for her shit right now, she let out a soft whimper.

Something inside me twitched–there was a tingling sensation after hearing that. I’d like to think I’m not a pervert, but there are some underlying tendencies I have that are parallel to their behaviors.

My sexuality wasn’t a secret to anyone.

You ask what I was, and I’d tell you, “I like what I like,” simple as that. Tell me you love me, and I’ll like you.

However, it’s different for her and I, she’s straight, allegedly, and we have our issues going on.

The line blurred for me a while ago, around last year.

She fell on top of me while we were playing games at some friend’s house, I know, so cliche, but I saw her differently since then, everything she did made me squirm, in a good way.

Since then I’ve really started going out of my way to bother her back, to irritate her enough until she finally decided she’d have enough and snap at me, unfortunately, it never happened.

Her eyes looked so pretty and doe now, it slipped out before I could even think.

“Aw, my favorite fake lesbian, you sure you want a kiss, baby?” Drunk words, sober thoughts they say. I actually ended up licking her, and it caught both of us off guard.

She grabbed my hand, but regardless of our physical dynamic, she wasn’t going to do anything further, and with that, another whimper came through.

I took her into the biggest stall, there was no need for us to sit and get comfortable, my ride was arriving shortly. I removed her jacket, yanking down her blouse, her nipples were already stiff, so I placed one in my mouth. She grabbed my head, pulling me in closer, and I removed myself, letting go with a pop.

I knew what I was doing, I preferred not being led when I’m already leading.

Her pupils were dilated, eyes big and watering with need. I wanted to strip her bare and fuck her from that look alone, even though she didn’t drink anything —this was probably a spur of the moment thing that she’ll regret letting me do tomorrow.

It’s fun toying with someone like her. She’s not tough, rather, someone who prefers to stay in the background and play innocent, my favorite type.

“Open your mouth and tell me what you want, I can’t read your thoughts.” I said, looking up at her.

While she struggled with her thoughts, I proceeded sucking on her nipples, my hands slowly making their way down to her underwear.

I didn’t even need to peel off her panties to hear what noises were coming from between her legs when she spread them, I could only assume she’s been like this all night.

“Nasty.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She replied.

Grinning, I looked up , but I listened.

Moving her panties to the side, I admired her pussy.

“So pretty.” I said, and she blushed. Everything was so fat, especially her clit.

Looking at it made my mouth water. I blew on it as a warning, making sure her eyes were locked in with mine, and I licked from her entrance to her clit, spitting on it and latching on. Her knees buckled, and she almost took both of us out.

Looking down at my phone, which had fallen on her jacket, my driver was seven minutes away, and I needed to make this quick.

“Control yourself, or I’ll stop.” I said.

She stiffened but fixed herself and allowed me to continue.

I held her leg up, slightly above my shoulder, just in case my arm got tired, and finished circling my tongue around her clit. She grabbed my braids, and I moaned in her.

Her grip tightened, pulling me closer, grinding hard on my face as if I threatened to move away. I let her ride— fast, messy, and sloppy. I flattened my tongue, moving it towards her entrance, then back to her clit, and I finally decided to make her cum.

Spreading her open with my free hand, I started sucking on her clit. It was messy as fuck, spit was everywhere, cream dripping down my chin, and her moans fueled me on.

I placed her leg down and she clamped them around my head–restricting my breathing, but it didn’t matter, her pleasure got me off.

Her voice shaky but firm, constantly repeating “I'm gonna cum— please!” and I let her, I let her use my face to cum. I allowed her to cum down my throat, I swallowed, and I allowed her to keep fucking my face until she was satisfied, but I wasn’t.

She slumped back against the stall wall, panting, legs still trembling. I didn’t let up, I kept kissing her clit, it’s the least she could allow me to do since she didn’t physically get me off.

“It’s too much.” She whimpered.

I’ll overstimulate her next time. I thought.

Standing back up, I grabbed her neck—not tight, just enough to make her gasp, and pulled her in to taste herself.

“Look at you, a fucking mess. You still want me to stop being weird?” I said, laughing.

As she went to respond, my phone went off.

My driver was here.

Not waiting for her to try and respond again, I grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply before walking out.

“Clean yourself up, I’ll see you again.”

A/N: I hope this was enjoyable, I haven’t written anything in about two years, so forgive me for any mistakes made. Also! I’ve been into basketball for a while, but recently I’ve developed a small crush on Paige Bueckers, so a SMALL portion of this was written with her in mind lmfaooo.

I wanna write more, soooo request some people/characters with the type of story you wanna read, add a plot as well. The only “ideas” I’ll most likely shut down are those including rappers lolll, and I will not write anything incest related. The request box is open.

©mydeardolli

Creepy x perverted friend that offers to rub your feet cause they’re in pain but only does it because he wants to hear you moan out that it feels so good and beg him not to stop.

Creepy x perverted friend that volunteers to massage you after a long day at work just so he can rub and let his hands linger on inappropriate areas.

Creepy x perverted friend that asks inappropriate questions and plays it off when you hum in interest for him to repeat.

Creepy x perverted friend that holds your face when you’re on the brink of sleep just to watch your eyes roll back in annoyance and tell him to “please stop” in a sleepy tone.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits in front of your bed when you guys are playing video games to look up your skirt and stare at your pussy print.

Creepy x perverted friend that touches himself at your sleepovers to you in your panties and ass that’s hanging out.

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.

Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.

Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.

Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.

Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).

Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).

Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.

Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.

Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.

Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.

Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).

Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).

Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.

Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)

Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)

Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.

Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.

Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).

Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.

Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.

Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.

Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.

Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.

Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.

Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.

Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.

Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.

Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.

Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.

Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.

Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.

Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.

Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.

Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.

Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.

Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.

Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.

Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.

Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.

Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.

Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)

Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.

Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.

Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.

Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.

Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.

Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.

Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.

Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.

Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.

Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.

Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.

Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.

Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.

Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.

Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.

Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.

Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.

Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.

Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.

Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.

Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.

Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.

Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.

Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.

Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.

Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.

Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.

Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.

Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.

-Kirishima, Denki, Naruto(lowkey), Bokuto, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Tendō, Atsumu, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Connie, Reiner and any of your favs not mentioned :)

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“Angel, you’re up next.” Your coworker said.

‘Time to show the fuck out.’ You thought. Apparently there was this fine group of rich folks outside ready to watch you guys pole dance.

Once your coworker, Cookie, told you that it was your stage time, you heard the girls that came off stage ramble on about a group of dudes throwing mad cash.

You heard them mention two dudes with long hair, one with blonde hair, and a tall dude with a buzz cut. They had to be fine if they had the meanest stripper confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I gotta see this shit for myself.” You said; wrapping the strings of your heels around your legs.

“Good luck out there, boo.” Amber, another worker, told you. She always wanted you to do your best and get your coins.

“Thanks my love, I’ll do my best.” You said, smiling at her. As soon as she seen that smile, she knew you were turning into another person on stage.

Cookie told the dj he could get ready to announce your name in a few, considering you were still choosing a song.

Once you chose your song, I luv this shit by August Alsina, the dj announced your name.

“ Hello everyone, Welcome Angel to the stage; if she’s feeling generous one lucky woman, or man may receive a lap dance from her !” He announced.

You walked out, a cat walk to be specific. Your body glowed and sparkled, giving you an euphoric look. The farther out you walked, the more eyes began to turn on you; room silencing down as everyone was too mesmerized to continue their side conversations. The attention was directly on you. 

While the song was still warming up, you scoped out for the group your co-workers were discussing . Once you spotted them, you already had a clear idea of who was going to receive the lap dance from you. Of course one of them were going to get pick, why settle for less when more is in front of you?

Exactly.

As August voice began to play you took that as your clue to start circling the pole, something real light to get everyone’s eyes on you; keeping constant eye contact with the specific group. From your observations two of the men had girlfriends, or women on their arms. However, care was not in your thoughts. Your main target wasn’t any of them, the one with the buzz cut had piqued you, and your pussy’s interest.

You climbed up the pole, twirling and performing slow, sensual and sexual movements . Since you had went to pole dancing class earlier that week you decided to try one of the new tricks you learned.

Climbing all the way on top of the pole, just to drop partially and end it off with a backbend off the pole into a split. You were nervous, scared you might slip and embarrass yourself but you did better than expected. 

From your point of view it may have seemed sloppy, but the men in the crowd seemed to be infatuated with your movements; watching how beautifully you performed and hoping they were the one you chose for your lap dance.

Getting up from the splits, you crawled towards the end of the stage, making sure your hips swayed with each drop of your knees; pointing at the dude with with the buzz cut and motioning him over with the pulling of your finger. 

He pointed at himself, and after noticing your head nod he came over. His nonchalant vibes seemed to turn you on more, you looked at it as a case needed to be cracked.

Whenever you grab someone your girls already know to grab a chair. When he finally reached over to you, whispering in his ear, you began to ask him about his age and name, making sure you felt morally correct about giving him a dance. Once he told you his name, Connie, and his age, 23, you decided it was fine, considering you were 21. 

“Are you fine with getting felt on, Connie?” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine with whatever, babe.” He responded; placing himself in the chair Amber had brought out.

As soon as he sat down, he positioned himself in a man spread so he’d feel everything and allow you to see everything he was working with, especially the bulge that already seemed to be protruding.

You started to walk around him, making sure to keep eye contact with him every time you’re in front of him. While the song rang in your ears you started to get in touch with the melody, allowing your body to move freely on its own , as if you were one with the beat. 

“Ask me why I do it, Ima put it like this, goddam it, I love it.” You heard as the lyrics played; placing yourself upon Connie’s lap and grinding into him, the eye contact being held was truly intense. He began rubbing on your ass, slapping it, whispering dirty nothings into your ears and placing you directly on top of his bulge.

“You’re so pretty for me, Angel.” He stated. Pulling your hair back, he started trailing kisses up your neck, as if you two were the only in the room. The closer to your lips, the harder he sucked. On the upper right corner of your neck he sucked the hardest, earning a groan and grind from you. 

Connie pulled away; inspecting the bruising on your neck to see if it was noticeable enough for him after his assault on the area even though it was dark. You betters believe after tonight you were going to be his.

“I need you so badly.” You whimpered into his ear. For him, this was a sign for him, you confessed to it, you’re basically his lover now.

After telling Connie that he told you to quickly finish with your show and meet him outside, you’re horny, so you agreed. 

Finishing up your show you collected your money and went backstage to count and band it up. After you were done with that you quickly told the girls bye and to enjoy the rest of their night. 

Walking outside you were met with Connie and his group of friends, the girls weren’t lying, they were really beautiful people, really bold too. The one with the brown shaggy hair, who’s name you had found out was Jean, immediately approached you to tell you how good you performed, in which you responded with a nervous laugh and a shy thanks.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Connie said after waving his friends off. While on the drive to his penthouse he proved to have excellent music taste, everything about him had you on fire already. During the ride he had his right hand placed securely between your legs; gripping and rubbing whenever he hit a sharp turn or decided to let his foot sit on the gas.

Arriving at the penthouse you didn’t get to take a look around. He pounced on you and you returned the energy, ready to fuck on him like rabbits in the mating season.

Connie grabbed your face and sloppily kissed your lips; sucking on your neck and making sure to lick on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He already knew how and where to turn you on. If he had neighbors they’d believe he was hurting someone the way he had you moaning and begging.

He began to strip you, leaving your panties for last. Kissing down your body Connie had no intentions to just fuck you but make love to you, he wanted you to feel so good that you’d never think of leaving him alone.

“Connie~” You panted out. He gave you no chance to show what you were working with. He was acting as if you were his wife he hadn’t seen until after a long war, you weren’t complaining but your brain was going foggy. How could making out already have you so dumb?

Connie ears went deaf to your pleas, if you weren’t telling him to stop or screaming red he wouldn’t hear. He wanted you, no… he needed you.

He needed to feel your body, he needed to feel your insides, he needs to feel your lust. That you and your body needed him as much as he needed you.

Connie has never felt like this over someone, especially someone who only met once. He was almost whimpering with need, his body was so hot and deprived of touch after tonight he couldn’t let you go, it just wouldn’t be right.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me.” Connie moaned in your ears; his fingers pumping into your pussy at such a fast pace, if someone were to deliver food the only thing they’d hear from the front door is the squelching of your pussy and your uncontrollable moans of begging Connie to go faster and telling him to “make me feel you.”

After he finished licking the cream from your pussy, he gave her a kiss and slap, which caused you to squirt. Surprising right? No. That’s what overstimulation does sometimes.

Placing you on the couch, Connie sucked on your breast before grabbing a condom. Once he slipped the condom on he gave you a deep passionate kiss. One that gave you the feeling that he wants to see you more.

As he slipped into you, your jaw went slack. The more he entered, the further your eyes rolled back. He laughed, what a sick fuck, huh? Watching you lose yourself all over his dick, he loves it.

“Focus.” He said, patting your face. He wanted you to watch him, not that he’s obsessed with himself, but he wants you obsessed with him. He placed a decorative pillow under your hips and placed his hand near your uterus; spitting on your clit and quickly began to rub on your clit, getting you stimulated and excited, excited for his dick.

After making you cum he pressed harder on your uterus, pushing himself inside. The moans… indescribable. There wasn’t a word to describe how he was making you feel. He grabbed your face, staring into your eyes, when they weren’t rolling back, and grinning. He already knew you were putty in his hands and he wanted you like that all the time. Whenever he wants you to sit on his face, you’ll come and do it, without questioning and telling him that you’d hurt him.

“Please..” You begged out. Connie kissed you, whispering sweet promises into your ears, telling you how you were his and how he’s gonna take such good care of his pretty baby and her pretty pussy. Those words sent you over the edge. The impending orgasm that was long overdue had finally arrived. Your pussy spasmed, forcing Connie out of you and sending you to the floor; shaking uncontrollably.

Connie wasn’t done, he took the condom off and placed himself and the front of your mouth. Seeing him there all hot and sweaty you had the urge to please him, though you were still going through your orgasm, he rubbed your back as you began to calm down.

You stood on your knees and began to suck him off, he understood you were tired so he gave you a sympathetic look before roughly shoving himself down your throat, ultimately leading him to his orgasm. He came down your throat, it wasn’t the nastiest but you preferred it on your face.

He gave you a kiss and picked you, sitting you both on the couch and praising you on how well you did.

“I think I wanna see you more after this.” He spoke.

“Me too.”

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“You kinda cute bro.” You mumbled at Sero. He then eyed you up and down with a lazy grin, he always found you attractive, he just knew you didn’t see him in that light.

“Thanks princess.” He replied, blowing smoke in your face.

Princess…he knew how to make any girl fall for him, you couldn’t understand him. He was fine as fuck, and almost every girl was fawning over him or offering things, yet he’d always choose you.

“Why do you always hang out with me?“ you asked him, eating someone M&M’s. You knew why, you obviously wasn’t dumb. You just wanted to hear him say it.

Sero turned to you, placing your thighs over his lap. As he started to massage your thighs you began taking in his features. His low red eyes, his pretty pink lips, and his piercings. Sero was truly a work of art.

“I like you, and you cool as fuck.” He responded, removing his eyes from your thighs and instead placed them onto yours. His eyes were so pretty.

“You think I’m cool?” You laughed out. You couldn’t believe that, you were literally the quiet girl who got good grades and minded her business, you rarely even talked.

“You got jokes.” You said, looking into his eyes.

“Nah I’m so serious. I love how you’re so to yourself and just chill, no over exaggerating personality, and no fake shit just for someone to like you, you’re just real.” He told you.

You couldn’t stop the smile from popping up on your face. That was actually one of the most “emotional” things he said to you.

“I don’t even know what to say.” You giggled. Sero was up there, he was everywhere but nowhere. He’s the definition of popular loner. He was either in class or skipping class to be in yours. It was so bad that they actually switched him into your classes.

Sero was never afraid or weird around you in public. You’re his personal friend, and honestly his closest, he was always at your house, in your room and in your bed.

“It’s okay princess, you don’t have to say anything.” Sero said, kissing your forehead. He then went back to smoking while facing his living room tv.

“Sero?” You called out in a question like tone.

“Yes princess?” He answered. His attention back on you now.

“I like you too.” You smiled.

“Of course you do, I’d be offended if my friend didn’t actually like me.” He laughed.

“No, I mean I actually like like you.” You repeated tilting your head to the side.

He laughed, he really laughed. His teeth were so perfect and his laugh… God, you could speak about it for hours.

“You don’t beautiful, you must have second hand high.” He stated, gripping your chin to observe your face.

“Sero, I do not have second hand high! I like you.” You stated. You wanted him to believe you and he didn’t.

While he was still checking your face you gripped his, looking into his eyes and giving him a passionate kiss. The kiss began to get heated, your moans floating in the air like Melodies to a song. Sero’s favorite song.

You had to release from the kiss, though you didn’t want to you started running out of air.

“So you really do like me.” He whispered to you, more to himself but he still needed your reassurance.

“I do.” You stated. He then gave you a soft kiss and placed his face between your neck.

“I’ve been waiting on you for so long, I would’ve waited until the end of time for you.” He mumbled.

You kissed his head, that’s all you could do, you were emotional at the moment. If you said anything you would’ve started crying. You’ve loved him for so long, you were just afraid of commitment.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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“You Lose.” You heard, as Yumeko yelled out triumphantly. This was your third time losing against her and you just kept digging yourself deeper in debt. However, Yumeko didn’t mind, she was always fascinated with you. Your attitude, your style, and the way you carried yourself. So elegant and magnificent. She admired how you never took shit from anymore, including her and Kirari.  

She smiled down upon you, she knew she had you where she needed you to be. Saying that she was obsessed with you would be an understatement, she’s always with you, even when you thought she wasn’t. Funny thing about it, she’s literally your dorm mate. Whenever you thought you could catch a break with her you couldn’t, she was everywhere. Though your doors separated you both she always found a way to be up under you and in your personal space.

“How are you going to pay me, my dear.” She asked. She had you stuck, because What money did you have to pay her with? You gambled all of your money on the first and second game, expecting the third game to be your chance to win. I guess luck was never on your side.

“I’ll have your money soon.” You told her, you knew it wouldn’t slide, you knew the rules, and yet still tried to slither your way from them? she could’ve laughed at how pathetic you looked right then and there, but she refrained from doing so. She was already planning on making fun of you since you had to be her house pet.

“That’s not how it works and you know it.” She grinned in your face. Her voice leaking with dominance. Were you panties wet at the moment? Maybe, maybe not. Not any of her business anyways. It wasn’t as if you would subtly tease her because you thought she may of had something for you, totally not that. 

One thing about Yumeko, she noticed everything about you, and in that moment she watched as your thighs clenched together at her voice. She smiled, placing the house pet tag around your neck and pulling your face closer to hers. 

“I’m onto you sweetheart.” She whispered. She then left you in the room by yourself, to do what? Maybe think about what she meant probably, but you were thinking about something else. 

You were thinking about every position she could possibly have you in while you enjoyed cumming on her face. Just the though of being so intimate with her sent shivers up your spine. Your pussy clenched in excitement as your clit throbbed in pain, you couldn’t contain the dirty thoughts from spilling out. You needed to get to your dorm and get there quickly, but you still had class. You’d just have to ask to use the restroom and thug it out from there.

“Can I use the restroom please?” You asked the professor.

“Of course but you’ll miss some notes.” He stated.

 “I’ll give it to her.” Yumeko stated. 

“Thank you Ms.Jabami, you may use the bathroom now.” The professor said.

As soon as you reached into the bathroom you went into the furthest stall from the door. Pulling your skirt and panties down, staring at the stickiness left inside. You’d have to make a makeshift pad when you were done. You pulled out your phone, the phone you really weren’t supposed to have, and opened the twitter app, you switched from your regular account to your private and scrolled until you saw a lesbian video that fit your satisfaction.

The seat were clean so you sat there and spread your legs, You sat there watching as the two girls in the video tribe with one another until one started squirting. You began pumping your fingers into yourself at a fast pace, hoping no one would walk in and hear the squelching noises your sloppy pussy was making. Your orgasm was approaching quickly. You placed your phone on top of the tissue holder and started rubbing your clit while fucking yourself on your fingers. The sight was straight from a porn scene, you wished she were there to watch, to call you a slut or tell you that your such a dirty whore for toying with yourself in public. The thought of her punishing you for cumming without her permission sent you into your orgasm, you came hard. Spasming and squirting on the floor.

Just as you were done you heard the bathroom door open. You quickly wiped up the mess you made and walked back to class, or at least try to. 

“You took quite some time, and your legs are shaking, are you okay?” Ryota asked. He was truly a sweet boy but at that moment you wish he’d shut up. Mary and Yumeko then started looking at you too. You couldn’t read their facial expressions much. Mary’s was neutral but you could almost see the look of mischief in her eyes, and Yumeko didn’t hide hers.  

“How was your trip Ms.L/n.” Yumeko whispered in your ear. You chose to ignore her until whenever, but you knew whenever would probably be until tonight, she’d make you talk to her if you ignored her too long.

“I’ll see you in our dorms.” She laughed out. You knew that meant nothing good, so you decided to avoid her by staying in the library until you thought she was sleeping. Usually you slept in early so you never got to watch her fall asleep, you were just hoping she was asleep.

You began walking back to your dorms, it was around 8:30-ish. Everyone was supposed to be in their dorms by 8 but you pleaded with the librarian to let you “study” for a little more. 

As you entered into your dorm you could immediately feel her dominating presence looming from the couch directly centered in your living room, your worst nightmare had became your reality, and luck definitely proved not to be on your side. 

She sat there, manspreading in nothing but a tank top and shorts. The sight of her sitting there in that position had your mind in a frenzy. Her tits were spilling out her tank top and you could see her nipples were hard. You started to walk to your room but she started speaking.

“Were you planning on ignoring me all day? Are were you going to talk to me when you finished “studying?” She asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I honestly don’t care either. I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” You told her but she didn’t care, she got up out of her position and began walking to you. She then stood, towering, over you.

“What did you do in the bathroom earlier today?” She questioned. You watched as her lips move but you weren’t listening, her boobs were right in your face, and you really wasn’t better than any man. You started imagining all of the positions you’d have her and giving her pleasure in. 

She noticed you were zoned out and gripped you by your throat. Your pussy instantly clenched, you wanted her so bad.

“Since your thoughts are always somewhere else when I’m speaking to you I guess I’ll have to get physical she grunted in your ears. This side of Yumeko was honestly surprising, in class and around people she was always a “cheery” person her aura was dominant, but now her and her aura was dominating over you. 

“How are you baby? You know if you wanted my help you could’ve asked. You know I’d help you with anything. I notice the little things you do to get my attention, and it works. They always did, I noticed when you’d clench your thighs when I looked at you, or how you wear your night dress without panties and purposely bend over because to reach the remote because the Tv was “Too loud.” You’re just as much as a pervert as I am.” She stated. 

She gagged you good. You were speechless, you knew all the things you did but you didn’t expect her to throw it back up in your face. She then looked down at you then your lips, you knew what she wanted and you wanted it just as bad. You began to lean in to let her know you wanted her, and she yanked your neck and started kissing you roughly. You couldn’t help it, your moans started spilling out of your mouth and loudly.

She then placed her leg between your thighs creating friction on your clit. She had you right where she wanted you, she wanted you to need her, to depend on her for pleasure, she wanted to ruin you. To watch as your pretty tears fall down your face as she ate you out into your nth orgasm.

“You’re such a pretty girl, my pretty girl, yeah?” She moaned in your ear.

“Mhm, just your pretty girl !” You moaned back as you humped on her leg. She decided to carry you both back on the couch while kissing on your neck. She placed you in missionary while she sat at the end of your pussy.

She slid your panty to the side and grinned, you were so wet, so wet that it connected to your panties when she started pulling them completely off. She began kissing from the back of your thighs all the way to your clit. She then latched onto the bud, causing you to arch and let out a pornographic moan. She almost came just from the sound alone.

“Look at this pretty pussy baby, and its all mine. Your sloppy cunt is all mine.” She voiced. Staring into your eyes causing you holes to clench. Her expression meant she was serious. She then went back to eating you out, she inserted two fingers, curling them up and started pumping in and out of your pussy, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yumeko, I’m gonna cum!” You choked out. She didn’t care, her eating you out was for her pleasure, it’s something she’s been waiting for.

“Yeah baby? Cum for mommy.” She said lowly. You then came, squirting in her mouth. She was a little shocked, she had no clue you were a squirter. She then licked up all your juices and started to tongue fuck you until you came two more times.

After she had her fun with you she placed you on your knees as she stood in front of you, she collected your braids in a ponytail and started thrusting your face into her pussy. She had no panties on so you tasted everything.

“You look so good for mommy baby, you look so perfect down there.” She said, taunting you. She then took her pant off and shoved your nose onto her clit.

“Open your mouth, and let me see your tongue.” She groaned out. After you stuck your tongue out she continued to fuck on it,  moaning out how you were such a good girl for her and how she lives to satisfy her cute little house pet, and that you were the love of her life, she even threatened to find you if you ever left her. Something you had no plan on doing. 

She was close to her orgasms, leaning back on the chair and watching as you forced your tongue into her messy pussy, she wanted to take a picture so badly to remember this moment, she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours. After she creamed on your tongue, you licked it up and smiled at her, she was so cute. 

She then carried both of you into the bathroom to shower, in there she massaged your body while whispering sweet things into your ears. When you both were done she went into your room and laid down while you laid on top of her. You began massaging her boobs and placed one into your mouth while pinching the other one. She watched as you fell asleep, tired from todays events.

“Next time I have to dress you as a kitten and have you roleplay.” She laughed.

She then drifted off to sleep, not without giving you a goodnight kiss though.

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