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YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER âaka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
âą rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warningsâ lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors.
âą total run time: đđ.đđ€ of ?
âą opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake
âą subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for.
âą director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it.
âą executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic đ„č.
ê° disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 đđ€. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ê±
đïž đđ đđ: â I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME â
âą Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nurseryâshoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas.
episode run time: đ.đđ€
đ ïžđđ đđ: â POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES â
âą With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friendâa potential lifeline apart from himâcan he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself?
episode run time: đ.đđ€
đ ïžđđ đđ: â WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME â
âą Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolveâbut when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands?
episode run time: đđ.đđ€
đïž đđ đđ: â JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME â
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YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER âaka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
âą rating: mdni.18+ each episode will have its own ratings but general warningsâ lactation kink, face riding, drugs (weed, alcohol, cigs), infidelity, yuji is sukuna x reader child, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon/noncon, squirting, pussy talk, biting, creampies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, yandere, Toji in daddy and dad mode. this will be fem black reader coded as reader is foreigner and uses some aave but no other descriptors.
âą total run time: đđ.đđ€ of ?
âą opening theme: Rich Baby Daddy - Drake
âą subscriber access: tag request in comments, previous tag list from the teasers are already accounted for.
âą director's note: this fic is to celebrate my year of having this account! literally this is the first fic i thought of and wanted to write and have been working on it since nov'23. so full circle moment fr! i hope you enjoy it.
âą executive producers: special thanks to @littlemochabunni, @ryomens-vixen, @yung-notorious and @buttercupblu143 for helping me beta this and bounce off ideas and listen to me be crazy for the past 9-10 months about this fic đ„č.
ê° disclaimer: this is a plot-driven eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 đđ€. the build up makes it 100x better, trust~ ê±
đïž đđ đđ: â I STILL GOT SOME LOVE DEEP INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE DRAG IT OUT OF ME â
âą Reflecting on the last 3 months of meeting you during a time of organizational unrest, how did casual desire turn into a sinister obsession for a deadly yakuza assassin like Toji Fushiguro? It's your fault though, as a new resident of the yakuza luxury high-rise, The Nurseryâshoulda known better than to have smiled that brightly at a single-dad widower, mamas.
episode run time: đ.đđ€
đ ïžđđ đđ: â POPPIN' MY SHIT COME WITH CONSEQUENCES, POST NUT CLARITY I CAME TO MY SENSES â
âą With tensions in the organization at an all-time high and a traitor still on the loose, everyone is on edge. Fortunately, Toji has been watching over you for weeks, especially since Sukuna has been even less attentive. But when Toji notices you making a new friendâa potential lifeline apart from himâcan he keep his jealousy in check? Just how far will Toji go to have you all to himself?
episode run time: đ.đđ€
đ ïžđđ đđ: â WE FROM TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS BUT IT'S A MATCH TO ME â
âą Forced to make difficult choices this past week, it's becoming increasingly clear Sukuna's loyalties lie more with the organization than you. But of course, as chance would have it, Toji is there to console you when you have no one. Who needs Sukuna, friends, or anyone else when you have Toji? Toji can see the cracks forming in your resolveâbut when he pushes, will you still be able to resist his charms? Or will you crumble in his hands?
episode run time: đđ.đđ€
đïž đđ đđ: â JUST SAY GOODBYE TO HIM, THEN TAKE THE RIDE TO ME, RIDE TO ME â
he slammed the door, huffing. "what the fuck is your problem?" you asked, watching as he throws his gym bag on the floor.
"no one believes i have game!" he whined. armin scrunched his face as soon as he heard you snort, not taking your eyes off the tv, once. "something funny?" he asked, clearly unhappy with your response. he pathetically plumped himself on the sofa next to you.
armin was a nerd. your typical tv nerd. one who knew wayyy too much about things that were less than ideal, academically gifted and zero game when it came to getting women. i mean it wasn't his fault that he was sooo eager to please his teachers. sure, he was cute with his glasses that seemed more like a magnifying glass glued to his face, and not to mention that fuck ass bob of his. but you know what, he wore it well. and you had to give him that much.
"ok so, how do you pick up a pretty girl then?" you asked, now directly facing him. he fiddled with his bony fingers before swallowing harshly. "well?"
"well i'm charming?"
"according to who?" you bellowed out in laughter as he pouted. "you're a nerd, and there's nothing wrong with that," your hand rubbed on his knee as you gave him a pitiful smile.
"are you...giving me pity right now?"
"no? i'm comforting a friend," you said curtly.
"can i ask you something?"
you smiled expectantly, knowing that he was probably going to splutter out some fuckary. however, nothing could ever prepare you for what came out of his big mouth.
"what's a munch?"
your eyes widened in shock.
"is it a bad thing? everyone was asking if i was a munch, so i just said yes,"
"why the fuck would you say yes to something you don't know the meaning of?"
"well to be honest, it seemed like a good thing..." he put his head down as his face grew hot.
you weren't any better because now your palms were sweaty. "armin, aren't you like, a know-it-all?"
"oh please, i'm not that smart..."
"clearly," you couldn't help but pity the poor baby. and he didn't like that. he didn't like it when others looked down on him especially with pity.
"so, are you gonna tell me?"
"a munch is a man who loves to eat pussy, okay?"
"but i've never...done that before,"
"i can tell," you huffed out while he visibly blushed. "well now the whole school knows that you loves to eat pussy," you giggled loudly. you half expected armin to whine like he always does, but he stays silent. "oh come on, i'm just kidding, laugh a little,"
"so, being a munch sounds fun, i wanna try it out," he turns to face you.
"sorry? armin, are you fucking okay? you don't even know how to eat it,"
"how am i supposed to learn?"
and that's how you ended up with your legs held all the way up to your ears, with armin and his bob between your legs. his tongue piercing swirled on your clit. "you're...you're a fucking liar!" you squealed, as his mouth suckled on your clit. he moaned, completely ignoring you. unbeknownst to you, he was smirking as your syrupy slick dribbled down your ass crack. but that didn't stop him.
his tongue trailed all the way down to the winking hole, as his thumb rubbed your bud with ease. you were unbelievably wet as he tongue moved up towards your hole, squeezing it into your tight pussy. you pulled on his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to it, smothering him completely. each time, his tongue subtly stretching you out. he grunted and groaned, sending vibrations straight to your heart. that lying bastard. he's not fucking new to this shit.
you mewled, watching him remove himself from your cunt for a hot minute. "what's wrong? i'm just showing you what a munch is," he slyly grinned, his chin covered in nothing but slick and saliva. fuck, was he nasty, fingers never leaving your clit. your toes started throwing gang signs as tears formed in your eyes. before you could tell him to move his ass and finish his meal, he's already attaching his mouth in a suction motion onto your clit. you played with your nipple as your hips literally bucked up into his face, greedily trying hard to get more. more of that attention he was giving to the entirety of your sweet pussy.
honestly, you were mad you hadn't just sat on his face to shut him up sometimes. and trust me, you'd thought about it. the ball of his tongue piercing rolled continuously on your clit with speed, as you damn near closed your legs in overwhelming pleasure. this nerd was flicking your clit raw, but you loved every moment of it. "just like that," you whined, yanking his hair a little too harsh. if you had pulled it the right way, he might've just cum in his pants for the second time that night.
"mfphm, fuck armin!" you squealed a little too loud, that wretched piece of metal and his tongue making you cry tears of and pleasure. it seemed almost sadistic with the way he kept repeating the same motion that made your legs shake and quiver. "okay, armin, m'cummin!" and all those words did, was spur him on. watching as he attempted to push his face into your sticky cunt, your leg locked up, with your back arching steeply.
you came hard, but that didn't stop armin from flicking his tongue on your clit, over and over again. and the worst part? you couldn't get him to move away. "okay, i get it!" you moaned out, damn near screaming. he was lucky that your legs felt weak, or else he would've been crushed by your thighs, not that he would mind. "armin, i'm done!" you sobbed out, and the obscene sounds of him slurping and sucking on your pussy never stopped. your hand moved to place itself on his head and attempt to push him away.
a feeling arose in your tummy, something unfamiliar, and at the point you were crying hot tears. you even couldn't let out one coherent sentence before you came again. even harder than the first. you genuinely felt ethereal, ringing in your ears and seeing nothing but white. your heartbeat was in your ears as he finally removed himself after riding your orgasm out.
two slim fingers slowly slipped into your cunt. "you bastard,"
"hey, that's not anyway to talk to the guy that just gave you the orgasm of your life," he pouted, fingers curving upwards towards your g-spot as you moaned out loud. he swiftly pulled them out before slapping your cunt.
you sat up immediately, and gave him one harsh slap across his face. "you said you've never eaten pussy, what the hell was that?" you huffed out.
"thanks!"
"it wasn't a compliment,"
that sneaky bastard. of he knows how to eat it. but now you had to find out if he could lay it down. well, you actually didn't have to worry about that, cuz baby, despite cumming in his pants twice, he still had more in him.
Heâs a faceless cam boy for sure, only neck down. He has one of those fleshlights that are small and itâs just thighs, pussy, and torso. Thereâs countless videos of him fucking it, rarely solo with just his hand. Heâs pretty popular because heâs loud and he fucks the toy as if heâs actually fucking a girl. Heâs a virgin but that thing has given him enough practice. He rubs its clit while he thrusts, when heâs close he would pause, pull out and finger it. His thumb always finds its clit when heâs close and heâs extra loud when cumming.
Imagine he meets Y/N one day on campus. Youâre a new transfer, a friend of a friend, so you hang out with his friends sometimes. His first time seeing you heâs smitten. Eren and the other boys can tell because heâs always asking about you. His fans, though they donât know who he is they can tell that his videos are 10 times more sensual and heâs cumming faster. Heâs way more vocal (as if he wasnât already) and he talks way more. Usually he pulls out of the toy like the gentleman he is but lately he finishes in it. Behind the camera he has to bite his tongue, otherwise heâll be moaning your name like a prayer.
He whimpers so loud every video, the loudest heâll ever be about you because heâs a shy nerd that only nods when you speak to him, scared that heâs gonna stumble over his words or worse, moan.
Imagine if Y/N is a viewerâŠ.he doesnât know that though and she doesnât know that heâs the camboy.
Guys I want someone to write this as a full blown fanfic so bad, 20 chapters MINIMUM. Bring back active Wattpad writers, or maybe someone on here will do it. Fuckkkk please someone pleaseee do itđđŸ
BLACK y/n please!!! (Itâs my birthday today guys)
im thinking maybe a little football player ony, or boxer toji, gymrat konig...
It's one thing to say "its big boy season" buts its another thing for it to be year round, 24/7, in my brain rent free.
Maybe its the way the tattoos are spread across his chest, arms, and a small one on his neck. Your name is tatted right above his heart, and your kids name on his bicep.
He'd be doing some mundane tasks and accidently involuntarily flex, and you you feel you legs start to rub together. You have to physically turn around before you book a appointment with a certain someone.
He'll be in the in-home gym you guys have and mid set come strutting out to try and kiss all on you and rub his sweaty face on your shoulder. The wife beater sticking to him like a second skin, and his form outlined through it, gosh having another kid don't sound tew bad to you right now.
Lets not forget about when he finally takes his wifebeater off and you see the chub around his stomach and how much weight he's put on from his recent bulking. And he knows what he's doing to, he'll toss the wife beater somewhere on the floor and walk up towards you, cornering you between the counter behind you and him and smirk.
He'll lean forward and not breaking eye contact and place his hands on either side of you onto the counter. You crane your head up a bit and he's just staring at you like he's hungry. At that point he starts pressing into you and you fell his print rubbing against you crotch. You closed your eyes expecting a kiss only for him to brush his lips against your ear and chuckle. You open your eyes to see him grab the towel form behind you and lean back to dab his face before tossing it next to his short.
He laughs and flicks your forehead, "Well aren't you a needy one yeah?"
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Sweet but Sour he is, always having something smart to say to edge you on further.
"Ignore that lil feeling in yuh gut, you know I treat chu good." Something he always says when he catches your mind pointing out all the red flags.
He'll laugh and flash you a smirk when you complain about how toxic he's acting, and respond with, "But you like it sweet and sour love."
BUT the way he'll bring home random gifts, or have dinner made after long tiring days of work for you. Or how he'll massage your feet and make you feel like your the only woman in the world.
And sometimes yes you'll succumb to it and believe maybe things changed, and your marriage has finally reached that point that your parents always talk about.
The he'll do something stupid, and that facade shatters and your returned back to the sour sweet love. It probably was because he forgot to the pay the light bill, or he used another thousand out your account to repair his stupid sports car.
But either way, he'll come back at the end of the day to you, with a dinner reservation already made and a gift bag filled with all your favorite things.
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Its the small things he does, like the small chuckles at your corny jokes. Or the way he plays with his chain when he's frustrated. Or the way way he rubs the back of his neck when he's nervous.
Sometimes he'll come behind you and lean down to rub his face on your head and hug you. And if your playing the 90s rnb he loves sm, he pull you away from whatever your doing and dance with you until you laughing.
When your irritated and venting to him about your struggles, he'll stop everything and give you all his attention. And let me tell you, his honey brown eyes contrast to his dark skin get you all the time.
He gives you all the reassurance, respect, and takes accountability. If he ever hurts you, or even makes you tiniest bit of upset he's doing everything in his power to make it up to you. His eyes start to water up like a sad puppy and he's apologizing to you flowers in hand, and everything.
When you guys are cuddling and you call his name, he'll look up to you from you lap with those half lidded eyes smile, grillz on full display.
you know biker guys are something - i was omw to a job interview and he was driving beside me. Mind you my car is tinted so when so he couldnt see who was driving. We both pulled up to the same place and i stepped out the car and he took his helmet off let me tell you AND SMILED, yall im so akward, i stared and smiled back, let me tell you i caught BUTTERFLIES.
loser!könig would fall asleep with his face buried in your pussy.
his breaths light and feathery as drool drips down from his lips, glistening from your juices, and mixing with your sticky arousal.
his massive paws that dug into the fat of your hips now loosen their bruising grip, limply laying on your skin. his grinding hips haltered their motions of humping against the couch cushions, now relaxed in the bliss of your pussy.
you're just so warm, schatz, how could you expect him to not be lulled to sleep by the drooling warmth of your cunt? you can't blame him, he's never eaten pussy before, he didn't know it'd be this blissful! your plush thighs acting as a pillow against his head, short chopped hair causing goosebumps to rise along your flesh.
his nose putting pressure on your clit, warm breaths inhaling your musky scent that kept him groaning and his hips twitching, even in unconsciousness.
your soft mewls that spewed from your lips were like a lullaby to him, further lulling him in a deep, peaceful rest. his tongue still lapped lazily at your slit, slurping and suckling up your sweet juices that dribbled down his chin, glistening under the dim lights.
he's a sleep talker too, mumbling words into your puffy folds as he nips at your clit, "mmm, smell so good, schatz...taste so sweet too, like honey..." his voice is rough with sleep, almost incoherent.
and he'd be out for the night, that is unless you pulled his face back from your soaked cunt, overstimulated and sensitive from the slow releases he drew out from you.
he'd groan, eyes fluttering open as he tugged you by your hips, stuffing his face and indulging once again into his pretty girl's cunt, mumbling about how you'll have to let him eat you out at every chance if this is what it's like every time. you'll let him because the big, awkward brute doesn't quite know how to handle rejection, probably how you ended up in this situation.
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There being no lalaloopsy cc is shocking so I took the liberty of learning how to export these models. I'm going down the list so more dolls will be released soon. All of these are no more than 8k polygons. If there are any issues lmkđ€
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You know the saying âdo it for three days to start a routineâ or âdo it three times so you donât forget.â Even with these everyday sayings, no matter how many reminders you set, sticky notes you leave around and no amount of accountability friends can stop the brain from blocking out whatever it chooses.
Everyone has those days where you thought you did everything in your mundane routine to find out you left you keys at work, you left the stove on, you forgot to take the trash out, you forgot to lock your door.
You didnât think nothing of it when you closed your front door, you even did the motion of locking it and thought you heard the click. You just continued on with your day, putting your keys on the hook and throwing your bag on the living room chair.
Even though you sat in an office all day under the draining fluorescent lights, making unnecessary small talk and staying cheerful all the time wore you out, especially since you made yourself important at work, there was no time to forget things.
Kicking off your shoes you headed straight to Willow the dog you shared from a past relationship, for kisses and scratches then to the bathroom to relief yourself from 30 minutes of traffic, taking your phone to check every app you could think of while preparing the shower. That meant the speaker, cutting the water on to the setting of hell and a big t-shirt and panties. You deserved to have the dirt of today burned off with 100 degree water.
Eren was upstairs knocked out and closed off from the world, he worked the night shift which meant he was sleep while you worked and you were sleep when we went in, so thereâs was no after work kiss, no debrief on the couch none of that. All you got when you walked in was a loud cheese grater scrapping the walls as he snored and leftovers from last nightâs solo meal.
He made up for it whenever he had a few days off, booking trips or throwing a band on you in the mall.
**
You shook your mind from the annoying thoughts, cutting on your speaker to the loudest it could go to drown out the construction noises upstairs, starting the shower with a loud âfwooshâ of the water rushing from the shower head.
You never completed your nightly routine without a mini, one night only, sold out performance, taking the time to admire your body and seeing if you were as flexible as your thoughts perceived you to be.
The next step? Tying up your long waist length braids into a bun, and securing it with your favorite bonnet-scarf combo. The thumps of the bass booming out of your speaker mixed in with your vocals, and the crazy acoustics, you were mindlessly going through your normal day.
You didnât even hear him slip past your front door.
Clouds of steam rolled onto the big vanity styled mirror, fogging up some of your view like bubbles on boiling water telling you itâs ready.
You slipped off the rest of your work clothes, tossing them into a dirty laundry pile, shaking your ass in the mirror one more time before finally hopping into the piping hot shower, pulling the shower curtain shut to start the next routine.
A loud text comes through to your phone, muting your music tremendously almost hearing the man sneak into your living room but the music bounced back in so you told yourself
âThe text can wait I just got in..â
A risky, yet calculated tactic to see who was in the shower, once his theory was confirmed he pushed forward while you did the same, not knowing there was someone waiting for you in the other room.
It didnât stop there.
You didnât forget to feed your baby Willow this morning, how could you when sheâs in your ear at 7 in the morning barking up a storm? Sheâs always making noise whenever you came in.
You didnât forget to get gas this morning or stopping by your favorite breakfast spot, you did the same thing yesterday and the day before that, nothing new.
So easy, so innocent, soâŠ. predictable.
Taking your favorite soap you lather the suds onto your washrag, letting the hot water condense itself back into steam pouring out from the small crack underneath the door, singing the sinister lyrics as loud as you could.
From your arms, your chest, your stomach to your legs, you let your mind wander in the shower since it was the only time you and your body had a moment to be present, to be aware, alert, conscious enough to appreciate every detail but not enough to feel the sudden drop in the atmosphere as the man successfully made it to his first stop of the night.
It wasnât long before the density of the condensed water droplets got to you, giving you the usual lightheaded feeling, leaning forward you cut the shower off listening to the intensity of the drain suck down the rest of the water in the shower, cutting the music down just a tad so you could see.
The mirror dripped in excess water leaving you to see a watery outline of your body, you walked to the door to open it just a little more to give yourself some air, taking a part of your towel to wipe down the mirror to start the next routine, skin and body care.
His favorite tv show.
You pat yourself on the face to bring you back into this realm, giving your wet face another glance in the giant mirror as the smoke rose out through the fan you cut on to speed up the process.
Illuminating pink orbs glimmer in the reflection of mirror showing through the cracked door, making your eyes blink erasing the image completely. You turned around quick to check if the steam was making you look crazy.
You were, looking around the empty room with a short chuckle to yourself.
âMy paranoid ass, I need to go to bed..â You spoke to your self, holding the sides of your temples to give them a push and rub.
You just broke it off what a week ago? You blocked his number, ignored his burner phone calls and told him if he did anything stupid prison would be the last place to worry about. It was a stupid threat
Jabber wasnât scared of going to jail.
âIâll get ready in the room then..â You went on, grabbing the blue towel from the counter, wrapping your soaking wet body being air dried by the cool air from the room, you rubbed over your soft supple breasts, going over them twice then sliding down to that pudgy waist dragging the towel around to go over your smooth plump cheeks, hoping to lather your body with baby oil.
Grabbing the towel back towards the front of your body, you wrapped it around so you could squeeze it tight to fill out your body frame and tied it off in the front, bending over to pick up your clothes so you could lotion up on the bed.
There it was again
That same hot pink color flashing back at you, directly at you. You jerked forward to look again with a squint in your eye to see if it would disappear again.
It didnât.
âThe fuck?â You cursed harshly, stepping back but the pink orbs grew in size at a speed your brain couldnât comprehend, you found your esophagus enclosed by tatted fingers and a familiar scent flooding into your mind.
âGotchu..â His raspy voice whispered.
Your foot lunged out kicking him in the stomach, causing Jabber to let out a low grunt followed by a building chuckle, this only made his grip tighten around your throat. Your nails dug into his hand wriggling agaisnt the wall behind you, the useless towel dropping beneath you to pool at your still wet toes.
"J-Jabber you-!"
"Shh sh shhh mama, I'm here now. Ain't no way you just gon leave me for this wannabe ass nigga.." He muttered, his face being lit up by the bathroom light.
*whack*
You took your hand right across his face, throwing his guard off just enough to release the pressure around your neck, pushing his chest back hard.
"You really lost yo shit this time! How the fuck you get in my hous-"
He grabs at your arm hard swinging your naked body around towards the bed, his cheek just under his eye marked with a scratch from your acrylic, the scar slit open letting a bruised red color pour from his cheek and a horrifying smile plastered on face.
You throw your legs in a bicycle motion towards the crazed man wondering why your heart palpitated in your chest and inside of your core, you were confused as to how the hell he even got in and why the thought of him going through all of this just to get to you made your pussy clench.
You were about to have another reason to shower.
He caught one of your ankles in his cold ring covered hand, dragging you closer to his body, your other leg tried to lay another blow onto him but got caught up in the same trap as the first one.
"What's he got huh?" He growled, pulling your legs around his waist, leaning down to try and pin your arms back to your sheets. "You think-" he struggled, feeling how strong you resisted under his weight, laughing at your attempts to push him off.
He knew how much you truly wanted him to stay, he wouldn't have followed you home from work if you didn't!
"You think you can just- up and walk away from me?"
"You're fucking crazy Jabber!' You voice rose in volume enough for the walls to catch light of it. Your breaths picked up in speed from the high settling in as the adrenaline spiked throughout your system.
You leaned up to snatch a couple of locs with a semi-free hand, pulling with enough force if you had the intention you could've pulled them out of his scalp. His head jerks down as his voice cracks from the sudden sharp stinging feeling burned into his scalp, grinning up at you with those evil ass pink eyes.
"About yo ass i'll take it there, c'mere.."
Is he playing a sick game with you? If he was why were you playing along? Why didn't you stop him from palming himself while he watched you step out of the shower? Why didn't you stop him when he picked you up into the air like you were a mere feather in the wind?
Why didn't you push his lips away?
"N-nigga move.." You moaned, feeling his cold ring covered hands cupping at the slick skin of your ass, nipping at your neck. The music of your speaker continued to play in the back ground covering the soft noises of Jabber returning to that spot on your neck, you felt his razor sharp teeth push through the skin sending a burning sensation down your spine.
"Come move me..yo pretty ass thought you could get rid of me, how many times you let that nigga eat my nut out yo pussy?" He grumbled near your ear, sending that shiver down your body.
"J-Jay! Get out! Get off of me! Stop this silly ass shit!" You spat, pushing at his shoulders to get him to let you down.
"I ain't leaving shit!" He cursed back, tossing you onto the bed with a hard bounce, following you as you inched backwards until your cranium connected with your headboard, giving you no room to run.
"He is UP. STAIRS!"
"I don't give. a fuck." Jabber growled, lunging forward to smush his plump lips into yours, you push him by the neck squeezing with a large amout of force only to feel his hand creep over yours signaling you to go harder.
So you did.
You took your tongue and shoved it into his mouth trying to close the gap betwen your thumb and the rest of your fingers, playing tug of war on who was in control.
A soft whimper left his lips once he felt your sharp acrylics pinch the sides of his neck, the sharp heartbeat intensifying oh so deep between your damp thighs.
He bites down on your lip hard, listening to you whine from the pain, taking your free hand to lay another loose smack on his face, pulling him in with another yank to his locs. Your bedroom door was wide open and your ex was sprawled on top of you, fighting to get what he wanted and the battle was coming close to an end.
"Mmm! Fuck! Hit me again..Hit me y/n!" he cursed against your lips tasting the small bits of blood from your mouth going through with his command. You fought in your mind between pushing him away or embracing the thrill, the only thing on his mind was to be inside of you, to make his territory the right fucking way.
He pulled away violenlty to snatch off the black hoodie concealing that sexy ass gold chain dangling off his rich, brown tatted skin. You love the way his sleeve grew from his wrist all the way to his chest, your name being the biggest plastered on his right pec.
Jabber took his hand to grip you up by the back of your neck while his other pulled down his black sweats, letting his dick flop right in front of your face. He shoved your head down on his shaft with no warning, yanking it right back out so you could collect spit in your throat only to push back in, letting spit lines form on his tip.
*Gargle, Slurp*
"Thinkin shit sweet wit me.." Jabber muttered, repeating the process of shoving his long length down your throat, each time you took him deeper until you reached his happy trail showing prominently on his stomach. "Eat all that dick up since you think you grown!" He said through gritted teeth, picking up a steady rhythm.
There was no time to add your hand to the mix, your face turned into a sex hole made purely for his satifaction. You stuck your tongue out for more assitance to avoid the burning feeling stuck in the back of your throat, tears pooled in your eyes but you knew there was no one here to care for your sympathy.
This was your own wrongdoing.
"Uh uh! Wipe them fucking tears ma.." Jabber spat, pulling out of your mouth only to wipe off the running tears, licking the salty substance. You coughed hard sticking out your tongue to let the spit fall right off of it, Jabber took his length to tap it in the flithy mess, a dirty smile rising on his cheeks seeing you finally come to your senses.
"Heyyyy mama...." He grinned, going back in to fuck your face stupid. He had a tight grip on the back of your skull pulling you in just as much as he waas pumping. You could feel how easily he slid past your gag reflex fitting his dick in like a cocksleeve.
The way his voice scraped your ears with the perfect amount of rasp, whining in that tone you loved so much, you knew he was close by the way his cock twitched in your chest. You wrapped your lips around his girthy length humming a nasty vibration against his shaft, you moved your neck back to swirl circles around his tip hole, finally being greeted with the sweet and salty taste of his cum shooting on your lips.
"Ahhh fuck y/n!" His voice echoing on the walls, you could've sworn you heard Eren stop snoring 10 minutes ago. You hold onto his dick with one of your hands giving it a tight squeeze to try and get him to quiet down but he didn't give a fuck about his volume!
"Let that bitch hear you!" He said a bit louder, wrapping his fingers back around your throat to push you back into your now damp sheets. He had his other hand on his cock tapping that swollen tip on your clit, rubbing it side to side in it's sticky mess pouring out of that creamy hole.
The grasp on your neck tighten while his dick pushed forward pushing past that wall to get to that spongy spot hiding from him, he was sick of you hiding from him! He leaned down enough to where the gold chain dangled in your face while he pumped his fat dick inside of those pink and white walls.
"Ouuu fuck!" You cried out, feeling that nigga stretch you out to the max and he wasn't done, he still had a few more inches to go!
"Gon block me but I got you screamin like this.." He whispered, stroking at a painfully slow pace, the sounds of your skin slapping together with each thrust.
"N-No! No Jabber!" You whined to him, digging your nails into the forearm still holding onto your neck.
"Ion wanna hear that shit.." He grunts, picking up the pace once he looked down to see a filty ring of white painted on his length, that pussy opened up for him to dig deeper switching from your neck to pin down both of your arms.
The way your orgasm rose to the top of the mountain with not much effort you didn't know how much "fight" you had left in you. You missed the way his dick abused your walls, how good he felt being pressed against your body. His plan was working, he already had your pussy in the palm of his hand and your mind wasn't too far behind.
"Pleaseeee Daddy! Oh fuck me..mmhmmm give me that shit!" You grunt, bucking your hips up as his movements picked up speed. "Crazy ass b-breaking in to-my-"
"Don't leave yo door unlocked next time.." He said with a evil giggle, drilling into your sopping wet cunt like a filthy animal in heat. Those disgusting noises only grew louder due to your pussy squirting up a fountain, spraying his dick with your scent. You rubbed fast circles on your clit to push more out as the sounds of your juices dropping onto the bed made Jabber pound harder.
He popped his dick out for a split second only to plunge into you with a snap of his hips, causing you to scream out his name. You kept up with the nickname "ragdoll" he gave you all those months ago as he tossed you onto your stomach, pushing your back into a dramatic arch laying heavy smacks to your ass.
"Make that shit shake just how I like.." He laughed, spreading his fingers for another wide hard smack on your cheeks
"Baby! You good?" A voice called from upstairs, you heard his feet walk around and knew he was heading for the stairs
"Jabber you gotta go! Now!" You whispered, lifting your head up from throwing your ass around.
"I ain't gotta do nothin but handle my shit like I was doing!" He spat, pushing your head back down so he could line himself up with your soaking cunt.
The footsteps grew louder and Jabbers cock pushed further inside of you, back where it belonged. The creak in the steps make your clit perk up only adding to the sloppy thrusts Jabber laid into you. He let one of his hand slip in the pocket of his sweats, pushing his hips up while he watched your ass recoil on his tip.
Your hands latched onto the sheets so hard you almost felt your nail go through the material, it didnât matter if your face was buried in your sheets, the whole damn block heard this nigga drilling in your stomach.
âY/N WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?â You heard your boyfriendâs voice pierced through your ears and your heart drop out of your skin.
âShe almost done sit right there.â Jabber spat, pulling a pretty silver piece of metal between him and Eren, his finger ready to go at any second, stillâŠpounding into you.
âWHO IS-IS THIS..â
âJ-JabberâŠwhat are..Eren..â You moaned out, pushing your hips back further onto his throbbing length clamping your walls down on him as your eyes closed shut screaming Jabbers name.
âYO FUCKING EX? THE SAME-â
âLook at herâŠI said LOOK nigga.â Jabber laughs, taking his other free hand to hook his fingers around your neck forcing you to look back at Eren shirtless staring at you with a tent forming in his night pants.
He covered it with his hand, taking a step back from Jabbers toy he had pointed at his chest. Eren had mentioned a threesome plenty of times before but he was only down to do it you brought a friend along.
Some nights when you and him get drunk at the strip club you whisper in his ear which one was the prettiest, which one had the fattest ass.
The thought of having another man slip inside of you boiled his blood hotter than the room you all were in.
So why was he holding himself in his pants?
From how hard Jabber was rutting into you, you couldnât keep the eye contact with Eren, was he just standing there..watching you? Your nipples perked with excitement while your brain cursed you for being such a slut.
You were enjoying every second.
âB-Baby..iâŠfuck..â You babbled trying to form any sentence to defend your self but what good was it? You werenât gonna deny the dick Jabber was giving you in the moment, wasnât melting your brain into a puddle.
âNah donât say nothin baby..I think she doing enough talking...â He grunts, feeling his balls tighten up on him he put his other hand on your back giving him some assistance to handle the ripples bouncing against his dick.
He let go of your neck, plopping your face back into the sheets as he became more sporadic. Lowering his hand down to focus on what he snuck over to do in the first place.
âIs this what you meant by âwe evenâ? That lil joke you said back at Nicoâs?â Eren uttered, holding to the growing heat he was doing a shit job at hiding.
You were only playing at Nicosâpartially.
This was not the first time Jabber decided to sneak up on you, when yâall were together your job was like a third house to him. The work bathroom was almost his favorite place to get you, it was tied to with Erens house when he was sleeping.
Now he wanted that wall between you and him to crash seeing as he loved you too much to see anybody else with you! It was only right to claim you in from of him. His plan was nearly to completion!
âI-iâm sorrâoh shit..yes Jay!â
âShut that shit up..â Jabber growled, both men listening to your cries, your pussy filling the silence sitting in the room. âDonât worry lil nigga, youâll get a turn, iâll let you say goodbye..â He taunted the brown haired man, a slick smile crawling on his cheeks.
âWatch me make her say something different..â He muttered, trying to make it seem like he wasnât biting his lip looking at how hazy your eyes were.
How your ass looked plopping up and down on Jays dick, the strain pulling on your voice trying merge his name with Jabbers, he was mad as fuck but so fucking hard at the same time.
âIâm finna cum again Jay..â You panted, angling your hand to rub your clit from under you. The sounds of your nails hitting together made Eren huff air through his nose.
It wasnât long before hot thick webs decorated the inside of your silky walls, he bit his lip to hide his nasty groans, pulling out so Eren could see his girlfriends pussy covered in cum that wasnât his own.
You were a cum filled mess, your hair fell out of your bonnet, your legs felt like rubber and your mind went its favorite place Jabber would always send it to.
La La Land.
âIght nigga you can get out..lock the door when you do..â
I must say, you all deserved this one and may i take full responsibility for the person you become after this and i canât wait to see you all again if Miss Honey allows it.
