LADIES. He adores missionary waaaayyyy too much. Even though he love him some ass (just nice and round.), this man love watching the way your face contorts when he slide into you.

“Ony..” you quietly moaned out as he slowly slid inside of you. His hands tight on your hips as he melted at the warmth of your pussy on his cock.

He would be gripping your hips like he was holding on for dear life. Just as hard as you gripped on those sheets. He’s big. And whenever he entered you, it was no space left at all. You felt completely full of him.

But when he fucks you in missionary, it’s like he can’t even function correctly. The way you would be moaning his name, the way you grip his hands, the way your legs try to close around him when he starts moving—it’s all too good for him.

You would have this man FERAL with the way you would moan his name, with the way you squeezed around him, how warm you were around him. If getting harder for you was even possible, Ony would be harder than he was in the moment.

Plus, in missionary, it was easy to feel up on your body. He loved smoothing his rough hands over the warm skin of your stomach, feeling the warmth of those pretty titties and squeezing and pinching those nipples between his index and thumb. He loved having your legs around his waist or on his shoulders and being able to hold them there for as long as he fucked you. And in that position, he could have his dick hitting the entrance of your cervix.

He will be pounding into you like he don’t give too fucks about waiting and playing shit out. He eager to cum in your pussy and have you cumming on his dick. But even if he came quick in the first round, it’s not like the other rounds would be the same. You still gon be in missionary, but he gonna be stroking his dick slow inside of you. He not gonna let the other rounds to turn out like the first.

Connie’s size is definitely a 5-6, maybe even a half longer, and girthy. And the way he uses his fingers is just heavenly.

In doggy style his hand definitely slides up from the smalls of your back all the way to the back of your neck while slowly, but deeply, thrusting in and out of you.

And he makes noise! We not gonna act like Connie don’t make noises in bed. That man will let you know that he’s enjoying and present in the moment!

I feel like if Armin was a southern man, his voice would have a good rasp to it. Not too much, but something gentle. And it would be a little lower than the way we actually think his voice would sound like. Only a little bit, not too much now.

And once you put all of that together and really think about?!

Ooooo, baby. He good with them words, I’ll tell you that much.

Such a sweet talker.

The way he slowly speaks and drawls out his words be having you mesmerized and stuck. He got you hanging onto every words he speaks and makes sure you understand him just right.

But goddamn.. Him giving instructions gotta be the sexiest thing. For me, ION KNOW ABT YALL! But DAMN.

But if this man was sweet talking you through sex?… Shit. I might’ve just creamed again.

Now imagine you crying while his dick shoved down your throat, his hand entangled in those pretty coils of your hair, gripping tight so you won’t try and back away from sucking him off. Now he gentle when it comes to speaking, and gentle when it comes to y’all’s intimacy. But this time, you wanted him to fuck you hard. Like he had a stressful day at work and he was letting you have all of what he was feeling.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his chest slowly rising and falling as he looked down at you with those pretty blue eyes. His gaze was almost cold, but it still held a hint of that summer warmth you knew all too well.

He watched closely as tears rolled down your puffy cheeks that were full with his cock and the thick and warm semen of his last load.

He was actually enjoying this a bit more than he felt he was supposed to. To see you crying from being throat fucked so rough and for so long, it was just blissful. But he wanted to make sure you knew that he still had love for you in his heart, even while he fucked you like he hated you.

His other hand that was placed at his lower back slowly came around to cup your tear stained cheek. His calloused thumb caressing your cheek carefully and wiping away any new tears that fell.

“Don’t cry mama. I’ll make ya throat fell way betta after I’m done.” He said softly. His accent thick with his tone sweet and that drawl a little longer than before. It was like a sweet slice of pie or honey dripping into her ears.

He’d coo, slowly moving your head back and forth on his dick, not pulling you in all the way and giving your throat a light break for a couple seconds. He wiped another tear away and removed his hand from your cheek, slowly raising his thumb to his tongue and licking your salty tears from it. All while holding eye contact with you.

And before you knew it, his eyes was darkening at you again and a smirk tugged at his lips before he roughly thrusts inside your mouth.

The warmth and tightness of your sore throat engulfed him and made his cock twitch a little and throw his head back with a low and guttural groan.

Because with the hands holding your ankles, he pushes em back further until your thighs are touching your shoulders, all while he pounds into you way hard and holding your hips tighter with the other pair.

Like…. Nanami? Slow and deep lovely strokes, low grunting, mumbling praises and reassurance, pressing the pad of his thumb lightly to the sole of your foot while he kissing and licking at your ankle, holding that other leg tight on his waist.

Ace? He holding you close to him real tight, both his hands pressing you closer to him by your thighs as he nibbled at the skin of your calf, licking the places he bit, all the while with the leg around his waist, he squeezing and massaging the fuck outta your thigh. Even landing a bit of light taps to the fat of your thigh to see it jiggle from time to time.

College student! Ony paired with RnB artist! Reader?

You been doing music for about 10 years now. Those smooth and soft vocals with some slow, sensual leads and pianos.

You were widely known among millions of people, you’ve done shows, you’ve dealt with paparazzi and crazy people. The whole fame thing has its cons, but it was never too stressful to make you wanna stop. Especially because you had him.

Ony. A junior in college, and an extremely dedicated man when it came to you. He had a job as a tutor, mainly working with kids. When he got into college, he started by doing this for a future he was unsure of. But he knew when this journey ended, he’d be doing it for a future he’s clearly planning with a beautiful woman by his side.

But, let’s be so real. That boy be getting spoiled by you almost everyday. You buy him gifts all year round, you do big celebrations for him with just the two of you, you make sure he doesn’t need to worry about anything! And just as you do that for him, he doesn’t the same exact thing for you with no questions asked.

On this particular day, he’s in the kitchen cleaning up and singing along with a song by Boyz II Men, trying to recreate the riffs and the notes he could reach. He was pouring his heart out into every one of those lyrics, thinking you weren’t home to hear him.

You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, your weight shifted onto one leg with your arms crossed over your chest, your red Betty Boop purse hanging from your shoulder. You didn’t bother taking it off and hanging it up at the door, because you were too drawn to his voice to care about it.

“Who knew my man was so good at singin’?”

You purred, loud enough to be heard over the music. You made your way towards him with a small smile on your face, dropping your purse on one of the stools at the island as you passed by.

His head snapped around to face you, slightly startled by your sudden presence. He wasn’t expecting you to be home in another hour or less.

He flashed you a smile, softly laughing as his eyes roamed your body, taking in your figure and your overall appearance (One, Two, Three, Four) as he met you halfway in the middle of the kitchen, his hand immediately falling to your waist to pull you in and place pecks to your plump, glossy lips.

“Thank you beautiful.” He muttered in between kisses, his hands roaming all over your body like he couldn’t get enough. Because he couldn’t! You looked too damn good.

“I thought you had another hour at the studio, why you home so early?”

His hands trailed down your back, smoothing down the arch and rounding over your cheeks, holding the bottom of your ass in his hands, grabbing it firmly. His bottom lip was tucked between his pretty pearly white teeth as she looked you over and fondled with the fatty flesh in his hands.

“Is there a problem with me cutting sessions short to see my da?” You hummed along his jaw, planting kisses along it with your hands placed firmly to his chest.

The heat of your bodies pressed together made your stomach tingle. Like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get what you wanted. He always had that effect on you. Constantly making you feel like a high school girl around her crush. His scent was intoxicating, filling your nose, soothing your senses with ease.

He shook his head, pulling you closer, chuckling and pulling you closer to him, enjoying the feelings of your sticky lip gloss leaving a shiny trail along his jaw with every kiss you landed.

Seeeeeee. THIS IS WHAT IS NEEDED!!!

All I can think about is Southern Beau!Armin 😩

The way he talk to you is just so smooth and slow, that southern charm rolling clean off of that skilled tongue as he talked you through your approaching orgasm and rolled his tongue around your clit with his thick fingers deep inside of your pussy, thrusting in and out of you at a quick and steady pace.

“Thas’ it darlin’. Keep makin’ them pretty sounds fuh me.” He’d say, sucking your clit gently, pulling a loud squeal from past your lips and making your hand fall atop his head quickly. His fingers thrusted in and out of you steadily, keeping them curled to hit that spot over and over again.