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18+ ( I didn’t proof read I’m exhausted)

He loves watching you waddle around like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, like time slows just a little when you move. Your hand keeps finding your bump out of habit, gentle circles and soft pressure as if you could talk your stubborn boy into settling down through touch alone, like he’d recognize your calm and finally listen.

Finally when everyone clears out leave the two of you alone.

He stays on the throne, watching you move through the space the way you always do when you think no one’s looking—slow, careful, carrying yourself with that quiet grace even now. You stop every so often to fix something small, something everyone else would’ve missed hours ago, but you notice anyway. Straightening, adjusting, making everything sit just right before you move on again.

“Come here woman .” He breaks the cold silence of his stares , with a soft pat to his thigh, he’s a perv when you’re not looking and he’s not ashamed of it even when he’s got you all full of his child he still preys on you .

You turn slowly eyes low and tempting like you know what’s next .

You step toward his throne, unhurried, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

The moment you’re close enough, he reaches for you—no hesitation, no distance left to think. His hands settle around you like it’s instinct, like he’s been waiting all day just for this. He draws you in gently, guiding you closer until you’re right there with him.

Then he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to the round curve of your bump—careful, reverent, like he’s greeting something precious and already deeply loved.

“Need to make room for one more,” he murmurs, a quiet huff leaving him as he leans in, drawn in by the warmth of you—like your presence alone pulls him closer, something instinctive, undeniable, and entirely his.

His kisses don’t falter , his hands slowly dragging to the fat of your ass , tugging you in lifting your gown like it was just another distraction.

“Here Zu?” questioning if the ball room was a place of choice to fuck you , your hands brace on his shoulders when he reveals your cute panties putting him to a complete stop , he leans up to peer at you , eyes low like he can’t wait any longer.

“You think they’re clueless to how you got here?” his gold irises drop low, voice rough with certainty.

Then he leans in again, pressing a slow kiss to your bump—like a promise—before pulling you closer, guiding you to straddle his lap like you’ve always belonged there.

“Take this off.” He orders even though he’s doing it for you , your arms lift when he pulls away your gown with ease , perk tits falling with the force of gravity pressing against them your milk leaks.

He wants to be gentle , his calloused hands gripping your tits, pushing them together till you’re crying when his lips latch onto your tender nipples, his teeth grind against them softly , your stomach pressing against his chest in a soft cry.

Your hair falls in a soft spill over one shoulder as you look down at him, lip caught gently between your teeth.

“Be gentle, Zu,” you murmur.

He hums in response, the sound low and steady, like a reminder he’s repeating to himself more than to you—his hands easing just a fraction as his focus sharpens. Careful. Always careful with you.

He leans into the golden throne , hands wrapping to hold onto your soft flesh , and you follow him keeping enough space for the baby , he’s spreading your ass pussy barely going unnoticed from how much she squelching when he’s stretching your ass apart.

“Mmm mommy’s wet,” he groaned, and the deep timbre of his voice sent a pulsing ache through your core, his finger pressing into your slit and dragging up to smear it all over your swollen bud .

"pleaseee- need you inside.” your words were barely more than a whisper. "I know mama, I know ” your breath hitched when you felt his calloused fingers sink into your velvety walls, that tightened instantly accepting every inch.

Your senses heightened to new limits when you felt his lips graze your earlobe. "Use your words .” he whispers, just as he starts to shake his fingers violently in your hole your legs clamp around him , and your back arches like you’ve seen it all.

"baby , I’ll squ- squirt !" Unable to bear it a second longer, he presses two fingers deep against the spots that make you whine, desperate to have it, make it leave a mess on his throne.

He’s knows you’re sensitive as ever in this state , so he uses it to his advantage.

"make your pretty mess” he begged, while using his free hand to dominate her soft peach , smack it softly when her hips stutter. Your choked sobs quickly morphed into feral screams when his fingers scissored against your walls.

"That's my baby." Shaking, he smoothed your hair off your face. "You use your words, ya hear?" Trembling violently, you looked up at him and nodded. "I love you, Zu… so much ." A drowned out cry falls from your lips before he’s dragging his fingers out and violently taking everything you had left.

His hand swiping across your swollen clit with no care in the world for how violently you’re trembling against him , your bump rubbing softly against his chest as you try to pull off his fingers .

opening your mouth to cry your silent please only to hear it crack when you whimpered the words, "That's it." His velvety murmur glided between the two of you . "Give into it, mommy . Let me feel you come all over my hand."

And your thighs tremble the sound of juices splashing against not only his hand but the thrones chair and onto the floor , your hips falter and your holding him close like he’ll disappear and when you calm down he’s giving you light kisses and picking you up carrying to the room .

"you’re crazy zu. “

Your voice is muffled against his neck, but you hear his voice loud and clear as he says.

"I’m not done with you, need you to make room for one more ." And for a second you know that the night is gonna last long.

"Please." A long, unsteady breath, you take your defeat.

18+

He’s different tonight , he comes through the door .

The shift is subtle, but you feel it the moment his fingers hook into the fabric of his tunic, pulling off his shoulders and discarding it somewhere behind him. His shoulders drop after—like he’s setting something down you can’t see, something heavy.

No words. Not even a glance to fill the silence.

Just the slow, measured sound of his steps as he crosses the room toward you.

And you’re still there—on the bed, watching, waiting—while his presence alone seems to close the distance faster than his body does, quiet and overwhelming all at once.

“take them off .” he orders, voice dropping lower than usual like his command isn’t up for debate.

you don’t disobey standing to your feet , your pulling away your robe slowly revealing your undergarments, just as he come closer, the weight of him scary , overwhelming in the way silence can be when it’s filled with too much unspoken.

His eyes meet yours—softer than before, like something in him has quieted just enough to let you in. And your hand lifts without thinking, gentle as it brushes through his hair, pushing it back from his face. The contrast is almost startling—your softness against the roughness of him.

He exhales into it.

Melts, just slightly, leaning into your touch like he didn’t realize he needed it until now.

And then he steps closer.

Too close.

There’s no space left between you, no air to separate the tension that’s been building. It tips, suddenly—his weight, your balance—and before you can catch it, you’re both falling back onto the mattress.

“don’t be scared.” his breath falters when you let out a soft squeal, like he didn’t want to say it his fingers pressed into your waist keeping you grounded.

“im not.” Your hands slip into the small gap between you, finding warmth, finding his waist band you pull away the only thing restraining him.

his gaze turns soft like he’s been waiting all day for his wife , he’s pulling your panties from under you , leaning up to pull them off your thighs slowly to your ankles , before he’s spreading you out, legs spreading and thighs glistening under the dim lights, he lowers between them back close and personal.

“my handsome prince. “ he leans into you a kiss that breaks apart for a second, a smile stretching fingers gently sliding down the side of his face to his neck.

A shot of adrenaline coursed through you when his hands slid to your hips and his dick pressed against you.

"You're perfect. Perfect for me." He ran his hands up and down your thighs lifting it just at and angle for him to ease in.

he moved, gliding his tip along your slit, teasing you . before pressing into you , putting it inside you, toes curled with the unbelievable feeling. It was so much deeper like this, you leaned backward a little to be able to absorb every inch. filled and stretched, and wanting him to feel as complete as you did.

his head falls , a broken sigh leaves his lips. you’re tight .

“fuck , you need to hold onto me. “ the desperation in his voice leaves you in awe , arms wrapping his back you lean into his ear.

he grips your hips and pushes them down until he’s sunk halfway into your needy cunt, his length pulsing .

“mhm.” he hears the soft sound that leaves you , its been awhile since he’s been here , he’s been tied up and he’s left you unattended for far too long.

your thighs quivering against his waist , trying to adjust to his huge cock again, his grip tightened on your hips, and you try to pry and stop him from shoving you down all the way.

“I can’t zu…” hes prying your hands away dragging them up the sheets and holding them down.

“all of it princess.” the warmth in his voice drifted straight , back to that commanding voice. his hips dragged up the sheets pressing you into a mating press till he’s balls deep.

your eyes crowd with tears , a soft moan tearing from you like it hurts .

“wasn’t so bad … now was it princess ?” He lifts his hips to slam down into you , stretching you open the squelch of your pussy leaving him drunk .

your face scrunching up , he’s letting your hands go slowly cupping your face he pulls you out of his shoulder .

“answer me .” he loves commanding you when you’re fucked stupid , it makes him happy to see his wife drunk off his cock.

“no sir.” you hum eyes fluttering open , still barely breathing with his hips dragging and slamming back into you his cock rubbing every wall in your creamy cunt he’s pressing into , his hands softly stroking your rosy cheeks like it’ll make you feel any better that he’s stabbing against your cervix.

he’s looking between you and the way he drags from your molded hole , groaning when he pulls out to see you paint his cock white , it’s a pretty sight .

“making a mess of me pretty girl.” He hums softly, looking up to see your low gaze , you’re so cute it hurts . lips swollen and you’re hot inside , warm and soft.

“m’sorry, I don’t know what’s — hic—gotten into me” you drag out like it takes everything in you, like weeks of distance are finally catching up at once. He hasn’t seen you in weeks—consumed by the weight of the kingdom, always buried in duty, always somewhere else when you’re awake.

Most nights, he comes in too late, slipping into the room when you’re already fast asleep, careful not to disturb you. Like even in silence, he doesn’t quite know how to fully arrive.

“Don’t be sorry, pussy just misses her husband.” he reassures his absence , your gaze breaks to the mess and its breath taking how messy the scene is .

his cock sticky , and your thighs are all slimy he’s smiling at your fucked out face when he slams in an drags his tip along to press against the spot that leaves a bigger mess on him, your head falls back and your chest heaves out.

“zukooo” you cry and it’s so pretty , lifting your gaze to look at him , and he’s already there , eyes low of lust and he’s pussy drunk , “yes baby?” he hums voice low and seductive like he wants you to break.

You nod quickly, overwhelmed in the moment, your hand lifting instinctively as your fingers slip into his thick black locs.

“I’m so close…” You hum softly dragging your hips up to chase the high that drives closer when his cock slams into you in the rhythmic way.

he nods leaning closer to press a soft kiss to your lips, you don’t let him leave the distance that’s now closed , your tongue breaking past his teeth , he slowly sucks on it accepting the sloppy kiss .

His hands tenses around the back of your thighs before he’s pressing you into the mattress and fucking you harder.

“ughhhh “ you cry mid kiss , feeling him stab at your weak cunt , you’re so full of him .

you feel the little smirk on his lips when you cry out of frustration from being away from him for so long , and the pleasure of finally feeling him after weeks , and it makes him feel better as a husband for making his wife feel so taken care of.

“let’s finish your mess then princess “ he groans , his thick cock pulling out one last time , before his tense hips slams back in his cock pressing firmly against your womb and your back is lifting from the bed when your stomach pushes , your thighs tighten around him keeping him right in your womb.

“no turning back now “ he grunts , his warm cum filling your womb with it all , and he’s not dragging out till he’s finished , finished putting his next heir in you .

when he’s done , he’s leaning between your thighs and kissing your mess , like it’s all he’s ever wanted .

Pulling your restless body into his chest and letting you sleep with his cum seeping from your pussy.

Onyankapon!

Ony took everything lightly—he was never the type to break character over anything. So when you came to him about breaking up, it didn’t land the way you expected. Instead, it only seemed to spark that same careless, almost childish humor, like he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take you seriously.

“You want to what?” He didn’t even look up at you from his rolling tray on his lap.

“ I want to break up… ony” you replied nervously like you weren’t even speaking for yourself , hands tied together like a nervous little girl.

He chuckled a smirk politely tugging at the corner of his mouth, “ mama you shouldn’t be playing like that “ you were embarrassed you’d finally came to him and he wasn’t even showing you the slightest bit of attention.

“onyankapon Im serious …” he was shocked when you'd used his full name, he hadn't heard that shit since you'd first started dating.

His weed tray was now sitting on the table and he was reaching for the remote to turn down the tv , he could see the nervousness all over your face .

“what the fuck you talking about anyway?” His face twisted in frustration, he never curses at you. But the time had been passed for you to say you were joking.

“ony i just want better , we don’t have the same interest or goals “ you choked out he saw the tears building under your eyes .

“and what kind of goals would those be ?” he knew this was about last night , he came in late and he didn’t even apologize for it or text you so you wouldn’t be overthinking about him.

“I want a baby ony, I wanna be married I’m a nurse and well …” Glancing around, he’d already put you in a nice house, filled with well-furnished things—so, in his mind, asking for anything more than that felt unnecessary but he could understand how you felt but a breakup wouldn’t fix that.

He wasn't phased by this shit siting back in the position he was in he looked up at you, "come here , im not mad I just wanna make sure we understand what we doing before falling through with this mama " walking over too him, your mind racing if he'd really plan on talking it out.

Sitting down in his lap, he looked up at you swearing he could hurt you but him being that way was what made you think like this, so he had too be grown about this.

“You gone leave me mama?” His hands resting on your hips.

“Don’t put it like that, I just want better “ he slowly guided his hands to your waist tugging you into his chest, “ but I can give you a baby ma , I can marry you “ all he can think about was if you wanted a new nigga or some .

You where lost for words, if only you would've talk too him about this, you're sure he could've made it happen like he do everything else.

“You want some new dick? “ You gasped fastly shaking your head no, you wouldn't trade what you had for the world.

"So l'm confused, I can do whatever you want so why you tryna leave me ?” You didn’t know but he was gone help you find it real soon.

“I don’t know pa “ you softened his hands cupping your face , “ I respect it ma, don’t be sad” he gently pressed a soft kiss to your lips , fastly breaking his tongue past your lips.

“But this my pussy and you not leaving me “ grabbing your wrist he put them behind your back, making sure you wouldn’t try to get away.

“Ony you said you understood …” you pouted , back arching when his hand dug into the waistline of your panties . “Are you crazy mama? You get me inlove with you and you leave me? Nah “ your pussy not making it any better with how wet she was around his fingers.

He sunk his fingers into your cunt hooking them into that gummy spot that made you hold onto him , “ I still love you … don’t say that “ .

“Why you tryna leave then? Give my pussy away” he was so deep with his fingers you could barely grasp to defend yourself , face tucked in his shoulder hips bouncing off his fingers .

“I only want yours papa , promise … just yours “ his hands loosened around your wrist rubbing your ass cooing you right into that baby he always made you.

“So stay right here , be up under daddy forever ” Slipping his fingers out he was lifting you up sitting you right back on his dick , so thick and long that you couldn’t think when he was in your tummy.

He was gonna give it all to you the baby, and the ring whatever you wanted he just wanted to take his time but time meant nothing when he had you.

You were a mess pussy drooling down his cock , crying in his neck , hands holding his face like he would leave , his dick didn’t stop his hands kept slamming you right down in his lap till your cream was dripping and you where fucked to dumb to even think about leaving.

"I'm sorry papa, I'll stay, I was - mmmm I was just caught up, I'm sorry I swear " he hummed softly at your acknowledgment he could do you bad but he wanted too give his divided thoughts too this situation so he was gone bust your pussy open and baby you too sleep with his words.

"You gone marry me mama?" You pouted rising from his shoulder looking him in his eyes, all seriousness," Yes papa I will " you pouted loving how deep he was digging into you and confessing his love, "we gone go get you the prettiest ring you want? You like that?" You whimpered feeling yourself grow closer, "I love that daddy” you moaned just what he wanted to hear as your cream leaked down his dick and his nut was filling you up.

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Satoru loves anything tight on your body, not just because it sits your ass up nice and shows your curves but because you have a fat pretty pussy, that can’t help but make her presence known.

He loves that , you’re slightly embarrassed by it always wearing your shorts loosely or wearing a sweater whenever you wear tights because you don’t want anyone to notice in public and become a freak show attraction.

You know he secretly loves it, he never fails to express that—honestly, it’s not even much of a secret in your shared household anymore. Any time you’re in the house, whether you’re cooking, cleaning, or just sprawled out on the couch in your panties or those barely-there shorts, you seem completely unaware of the effect you have on him.

He stops, slowly leaning down toward you, his head lowering until he’s face to face with you. Your phone slips from your hand and lands on your chest as you look up at him, a cheeky shy smile on your face from him being so close. He’s sneaky like that—always finding a way to get close without making it obvious what he really wants.

He plays it off like he’s just stopping to give you one of those casual daily kisses, when you both run into each other in the house, the kind he always steals when he walks by. But while his lips meet yours, his hand drifts down, giving you a quick, playful pat right on your pussy—more like a teasing love tap than anything else.

He smirks right into the kiss, clearly pleased with himself, already expecting the reaction he knows he’s about to get.

“ Toru stop !” You screech grabbing his wrist in a failed attempt to push him away but he doesn’t budge , only laughing at your struggling attempt , his pointer hooking under your panties he pulls them right between your lips and she swallows them .

“But shes so fat mama” he smirks and you’re highly offended by that but he doesn’t care.

He’s to far gone he’s now got his whole palm squeezing your pussy , and he’s not letting go he can feel his dick swelling as he rubs away.

You swore you where pissed because he always ruins your scroll time but your legs are spreading even wider and your hips buck needlessly into his palm .

“She’s all wet mama , you like this ?” He hums teasingly lips latching to the open cleavage leaving purplish love bites all over your breast, tugging aside your panties he swipes his finger right past your slit only to see how wet you really are and your dripping .

“Look at what you’ve done princess” you look down at his fingers two fingers stretching your arousal.

He isn’t surprised at all—he’s seen that look in your eyes before. Still, when you grab his hand and guide it up to your lips, he can’t help the way his breath hitches.

You take his finger slowly into your mouth, sucking it with deliberate ease, your tongue curling around it while you keep your eyes on him. The soft, wet sound makes his stomach tighten, and for a second he swears he could lose it right there.

“Shit…” he mutters under his breath.

He pulls his hand away before he actually does something reckless. But the restraint only lasts a moment. With a quick hook of your stiletto nails into the waistband of his sweats, he shoves them down just enough before stepping closer.

“I’ll make you cum first “ you say so challenging as if this pussy wasn’t sensitive as it is.

The next thing you know, he’s guiding himself past your lips, pushing into your throat while his other hand slips between your thighs. His fingers press deep into your pussy, curling inside you, the pace rough and impatient that has you squirting all over the couch within minutes.

The room fills with the messy sounds of him moving—louder than your muffled moans—as he groans under his breath, clearly losing the battle to keep himself under control.

“Tongue out, doll.”

He’s standing over you now, your body already spent beneath him while his hand moves slowly over himself, steady strokes that make his breathing heavier by the second. His gaze stays locked on you, dark and satisfied, like he already knows you’ll do exactly what he says.

You obey, sticking your tongue out just the way he likes, eyes half-lidded as you look up at him.

The sight alone nearly does him in.

His hand tightens, pace faltering for a second before he groans under his breath, hips tensing. A moment later he spills, that warm white release landing across your waiting tongue while he curses quietly, head tipping back from the intensity of it.

Onyankapon x Off-Limits

“who said it was wrong ?“

p1 , p2 , p3 , p4 , p5

Every stolen touch, every whispered word—it feels too good to resist. Forbidden, dangerous, and intoxicating, being with him is wrong… but she can’t stay away.

“It’s my brother calling, Yan .” you whisper, staring at him. Regret curls in your chest, but your eyes… your eyes are soft, full of wonder. You know that if he finds out you’ve been dating, there’s no turning back.

Ony doesn’t respond. He just grabs your phone, pressing the red button without hesitation. His fingers slide under your chin, lifting your face as he pulls you closer, his cologne wrapping around you. His muscles feel heavy, solid—like you weigh nothing when he settles you into his lap on the bed.

“So… ignore ’em, ma,” he murmurs. He knows it bothers you, knows the situation between him and your brother has nothing to do with you. He hasn’t thrown it in your brother’s face, not really—because he actually loves you, and that’s something he’s not ready to give up.

You lower your head, eyes dropping to his chest, and he already knows what you’re thinking. His lips press together before he exhales, softer this time.

“Hey… look at me,” he says quietly, lifting your gaze to his. His eyes are dark, steady—like he’s told you this a hundred times, and still, it matters. “Listen to me.”

“This shit ain’t got nothing to do with you. I’d never put you in that,” he adds, his voice firm but gentle. He knows how you get—how you carry things that were never yours to hold.

“I know, baby… I just wish you two would get along.”

At that, he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. It started over something small—football, rival teams, stupid pride—but your brother took it further. Off the field. Into the streets. Something no one could stop once it turned into a war.

A war that won’t happen because of you.

Your brother knows you’ve been sneaking around. Not with who—and definitely not with the one person he’s been at odds with since freshman year of college.

“You know that ain’t ever happening,” Ony says, quieter now.

And you feel it too—that weight. If it never changes… how are you supposed to keep going? You had plans. Graduation coming up, your whole future laid out in front of you. You were supposed to transfer schools, and he was getting his master’s, stepping into his father’s law firm like everything was already written.

You never questioned it. You let him tell you everything would be okay—too scared to push, too scared of what might happen if you did. Because deep down, you know… one day, it might come to that.

You and him don’t argue. Not really. You feel things too deeply, and he knows that. So he makes it simple—if your heart ever feels heavy, he fixes it.

Now you’re laid against him, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, his hand cradling your jaw like something delicate. His other hand drifts slowly along your back, from the center of your spine down to your thighs, steady and soothing—enough to make your eyes grow heavy.

“And who you come over here looking all good for, huh?” he asks, his voice low, a hint of jealousy laced with teasing.

And despite everything… you feel yourself soften.

You’re softening your voice, too shy to even look him in his eye. “You, baby…” you smile, and he knows you’re smiling—your thighs tightening around his waist, and you feel your stomach twist like you just said something wrong.

“Mhm… okay,” he hums, giving a soft squeeze at the fat hanging from the pretty satin Juicy Couture nightset.

The silence hangs in the air—barely a millisecond, but it feels long, heavy. Like it’s something he knows you want, but of course… you wouldn’t say it.

His hands keep wandering. Wandering, until you’re scooting down on his waist, plopping right on his dick—the bulge his shorts just couldn’t hide, no matter how he adjusted it in his boxers.

He cracks a smirk. One of those smirks so obvious you can feel it without even looking.

Both his hands rest on your ass, fingers gripping the flesh just slightly—not too much, just enough to let you know he’s feeling whatever you’re feeling.

“All you have to do is ask, mama.”

Since the two of you started dating, he thought it was just that shy phase most women have—that eventually comes and goes. But you embodied it. Even after almost four years, you still couldn’t look him in the eyes without glancing away, burying your face into the nearest thing.

“Please…” you moan, sweetness warming your once-soft voice. Your hips lift as you tug at the waistband of your shorts and panties—and back then, when he took your virginity, he realized… that’s where your voice changed.

“That’s all you got for me? Come on, speak up,” he says, helping you peel them down, not wasting a second.

You don’t hesitate this time. “Please, daddy… need you.”

He doesn’t ask for more.

He shifts, moving you gently beneath him, his presence heavy and close. The room feels warm—shorts and panties lost somewhere under his grey comforter.

“Come on, get that pussy open for me.”

Your feet slip out from under the blanket, settling on his broad shoulders. Your scent fills the space between you—soft, sweet. Your pussy full, glistening. Pretty French toes he paid for, right where they need to be.

He loves watching you rush—eager to get him inside. Your fingers dip into the waistband of his shorts, tugging at them, and he laughs when you realize he tied them tighter today.

You only look up at him when he finally pulls the string, undoing them.

“S’not funny,” you pout, desperation slipping into your voice.

He can’t help it. Smacking your hands away, he takes over, tugging them down himself—right to his thighs. His dick slaps against his stomach, curving slightly upward, precum already leaking from the tip.

“You look so cute when you want something.”

Your hand comes to your lips, and you spit into it—like whatever he just said doesn’t even matter—before wrapping it around his tip, rubbing slowly.

He hates that. You like to rush, trying to get him inside, and he likes to take his time—likes to watch you beg for it through those pretty eyes. So when you pull away, waiting for him to angle himself and slip right in, he ignores you, leaning down to press his lips into the crook of your neck.

“Stop rushing me,” he whispers, his tone laced with both demand and something calming that makes you nod softly—like he’s in charge. And he is. He grabs his dick, tapping the head slowly against your clit.

Your breathing turns faulty with anticipation, like you’d do anything just to get him to stop teasing you. Your hips roll up to meet every slap, desperate.

“Yan… it’s been weeks. Don’t make me wait, baby, please… I’ll be so good, just let me feel you.”

He’s surprised when you gently grab him, guiding him right into you. His hips stutter when you take in his mushroom head, your pussy immediately tightening around him.

His gaze drops to the sight, and he could curse at how swollen and juicy you’ve gotten. “All this for daddy?” His teeth tug at his lip as he looks at those doe eyes framing his face.

Grabbing your ankle, he lifts it onto his shoulder, leaning into you as he slips deeper into that wet pussy. Your mouth falls open, soft and breathless. “Mhm… shit, yesss…”

He likes to go deep—make sure you’re satisfied with him. And you always are.

“All fucking creamy you must really miss me ?” he groans, dragging his hips out slowly—just until you look up at him and pull him back in, your hands rubbing over his chocolate abs.

“Love you so much, daddy…”

He was smooth with his words. Your friends never thought it would go anywhere—not because they didn’t like him, but because you barely gave him the time of day when you first met him, out of respect for your brother. Still, it didn’t take long before he found his way in, all charm and sweetness, easing himself into your life like he’d always belonged there.

“Daddy love his princess more “ he’s digging into you , his tip stabbing at the surface of your pussy , soft moans echoing off his thin apartment walls , like this would last all day .

He doesn’t care how much you push , how much you beg he’s giving you all of it , his hands pressing into the back of your thighs and his hips pull back and forth the sting when he slowly drags his fat dick from you and slam back in .

“gonna cum … “ you drag your sore legs apart staring down at the way you paint his dick white and your dick drunk mouth hung eyes fluttering softly and you feel the high snap in you , he’s cooing like he knew it was in you all along.

“That’s my girl , wasn’t so hard was it ?” His thumb plants on your swollen clit he doesn’t stop not with your thighs shaken not with your thighs closing around his hand .

“no more da- pleasee” he knows you , you enjoy the stimulation, and he’s not stopping not till he’s filling you up with his nut.

“come on princess , do that lil trick you real good at that “ he loves when you squirt , all over his waist , he loves that shit , so he keeps fucking you and rubbing your clit numb .

You can’t breath , running up the bed on your palms but he’s chasing you bending you right up against that teak headboard and it’s worst feeling him ram into your guts no remorse .

“oh my baby running … “he’s staring down at you like he’s hungry head falling every second but he doesn’t stop not when his ball tightening, and he’s cumming deep in you hips shuttering and he’s falling into your necks holding you still like he needs a breather .

You’re laying there hands wrapping his broad shoulders and holding him close too feel his warmth deeper and he’s dragging himself out slowly, “im sorry princess , you’re all swollen “ you hum kissing the side of his face , letting the silence fill the air .

The flash from your phone pulls you both out of that half-asleep haze. You reach for it blindly, still warm and heavy with sleep, but the moment your fingers wrap around it, that same tight knot from earlier settles right back in your chest.

|BigBro🩵: We sneaking around now ?

“Shit… I gotta get home,” he huffs, his face dropping into the crook of your neck for a second. There’s no argument this time—just a quiet sigh as he pushes himself up, dragging his pants back on. He glances around, spotting your panties tangled in the sheets, and reaches for them, untangling them from your shorts a small, reluctant smile.

“Let that sit,” he hums softly, leaning into you as he slowly pulls your panties back up your thighs. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, a quiet smile lingering against them. You laugh under your breath and push him away, shaking your head at him.

You jump up from bed , pulling a pair of black sweats from his dresser , You scramble to pull your clothes back on, fumbling with your shirt as a sudden, sharp knock rattles the door. Your stomach drops.

He stiffens beside you, every muscle coiled like a spring, eyes darkening. Another knock—louder, more urgent—sends a jolt of panic through you. You glance at him, breath hitching, and his jaw tightens

“The fuck…” he murmurs, voice low but firm. His hand brushes your arm in a fleeting reassurance, though you can feel the tension radiating off him. The knock comes again, this time paired with a muffled voice calling your name.

“Thalia get your ass out here !” the voice of your brother called from the other side of the apartment door .

Your pulse races. He moves closer, shielding you with his body, eyes scanning the door like he’s already weighing every option. Every second stretches too long. Why? Should you answer? Or is this the moment everything could unravel?

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You know your boyfriend Zuko.

is a jerk—your friends remind you all the time.

The way he talks to you, sharp like he’s always halfway ready to argue, the way he never softens even when you’re clearly trying… it pisses them off more than it should.

“We don’t even get it,” one of them says, shaking their head. “Why do you let him talk to you like that?”

And you just shrug, like it doesn’t land as heavy as it does when you’re alone with him.

Because what you let them see is fragments. Enough to raise eyebrows, not enough to explain why you don’t leave.

And they don’t see the quiet parts—how he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, or how the silence between you sometimes says more than anything he actually admits out loud.

He bothers you when you’re out to long with them away from him and they call it possessive behavior and of course you agree even when your fingers reply differently.

Zuzu 🩷:

You’ve been out long enough , don’t you think you should be heading home brat?

“He’s telling me I need to get home,” you say with a roll of your eyes, like it’s nothing.

Like it doesn’t tighten something in your chest.

Your friends react instantly—groans, scoffs, the usual chorus of seriously?

But your fingers are already curling around your things, slower than you mean them to be.

Because even if your tone says whatever, your body is already halfway gone.

“He never lets you enjoy he’s too possessive girl” one of your friends give there opinion and you nod like you agree .

Yes baby , I’ll be there .

Make it fast slut , i miss you doll.

“There she goes,” one of them huffs, watching you gather your keys and purse. “I knew you’d leave us. He’s got you on a leash or something.”

The words land sharper than you let on, but you don’t stop moving.

“I’ve been with you guys for hours,” you argue softly, already halfway out of the moment. “Plus… he’ll kill me if I’m late.”

It’s said like a joke. Almost.

You lean in anyway—pressing quick, familiar kisses to their temples, pulling them into a polite goodbye hug like nothing stings.

Like you’re not already thinking about the door you’re about to walk through.

I miss you more daddy.

I need you to be daddy’s good girl ? And obey me because I need you so much.

so fucking horny doll , just need that warm pussy and you can go back to spending my money & being with your friends .

Yes daddy, I’ll be there soon be patient please. I’ll be there as fast as I can .

Even with the slick little remarks slipping past your lips to satisfy your friends’ idea that you’ve got some controlling boyfriend, you never give them too much. Let them assume what they want.

They don’t need the details.

They don’t need to know that the second you get home, everything changes—how your voice softens, how the air feels different, how it’s not a performance anymore.

That part is yours.

He’s easing you right in a mating press and fucking you dumb, head board slamming forcefully into the wall like if his weight keeps pressing against it , the bed might break.

“Look at that pretty pussy, taking all of daddy dick.” he grunts against your soft skin like he might just tap out if you keep milking his cock for another one of his messy cum loads , pussy glistening from his spit and the extra cum from yours and his last orgasm.

“Feel so good daddy!” You hum looking at his gold irises gaze upon you like prey , and your crashing down around him like it’s the last thing you might get to experience that feels this fucking euphoric , legs shaking slowly when he pulls away too leave his sticky load all over your stomach , fat cock still standing hard even when he strokes at it and his hips twitch because he’s too sensitive now.

“Too full for another load of my cum doll?” he rubs at the swollen pudge on your abdomen , watching his cum pour out your fucked out hole slowly , and you look at him like he’s a mad man .

warnings : soft dom, mommy dom, sub male, praise kink, “good boy”, male whimpering, begging, orgasm control, edging, light bondage, power dynamics, needy/clingy sub, emotional intimacy

He’s never really taken control—not even when he’s asked to try. Somehow, it always ends the same way, with him giving in, letting you guide him instead. Your voice stays soft, steady, talking him through everything, keeping him grounded while he loses himself completely.

“Does this make my handsome boy feel good?” You look over your shoulder at your fucked out husband tie loosely hanging from his neck , he’s watching his dick get swallowed by your creamy pussy .

He knows better than to move, even when every part of him wants to take control and fuck you into the mattress, to lose himself completely in you. So he stays still, holding back, being good—just like he’s supposed to. All that slips out of him is a soft, needy whine.

“So good mommy” he whimpers his hands grabbing desperately at your hips like he wants to slam you on his lap , you’re taking him so good and you’re losing your mind, juices forming cum rings at the base of his cock just above his blonde pubes.

His hair sticking to his forehead lips red and swollen from your greedy mouth suckling on them , the arch in your back dribbling sweat down the center , ass bouncing off his stomach .

“Why haven’t you filled me yet?” You pouted looking over your shoulder at your whiny husband , and he’s reached his limit he just needs to be toyed with a bit longer , but he never wants you to stop controlling him and his body.

“I want to so bad — just need you to talk me through it” he loves that voice so soothing yet controlling, the way you stare at him over your shoulder eyebrows furrowed and a smirk tugging at the corner of your lip like you know his weakest point .

And shit , you do .

You pull off his throbbing cock, going into the most prettiest arch and he’s chasing it, leaning up on his knees he’s chasing you with his cock slapping his tummy but he knows better even with your pussy leaking cream and begging for him to slip in again, he begs. Holding your ass.

“Please I’ll be so good mommy , please “ he begs his tip rubbing your slit with desperation but you still pull away , humming with satisfaction at how his expression saddens for you too just give him the green light.

You lift up pressing your back into his chest legs still spread out, a hand slipping between your thighs you grab his cock rubbing him through your wetness.

His hands roam over your stomach as he lets out a soft whimper, hips shifting faintly at your touch. “Who’s mommy’s good boy?” you tease, your voice low and warm. He melts at that, another quiet sound slipping from him as his head falls against your shoulder, breath uneven, completely giving in to you.

“I’m your good boy “ he whimpers he’s not embarrassed with it , gripping your perky tits , and he’s loosing his mind with your pussy rubbing the top of his cock , fingering his slit with your thumb . He’s practically leaking cum.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy Ken ?” You are teasing him so much it’s hurts , he’s holding your hips when you push his tip against your slit needy hole sucking him in before he can even fathom .

“I’m your fucking good boy mommy” he slips in and he can’t even shift his hips before his cum is filling your womb with all his nasty sticky seed , he doesn’t stop fucking you he knows not to stop at least not till your creaming down his cock.

Hips twitching from the way he kisses your necks slowly his fingers digging into your hips slamming you back and stuffing you full of his cum .

“Fuck… I love you, mommy—love you so much,” he breathes against your skin, voice soft and unsteady. After a moment, he leans back, guiding you with him until you’re resting against his chest. His arms come around you instinctively, steady now, a quiet shift in control as he watches you settle in. You curl up against him, arms wrapping around his neck, face tucked into his chest while he holds you there, calm and sure.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, half-asleep, your voice soft and barely there. He hums in response, gentle as ever, pulling the covers back over you before settling in, keeping you close as the night quiets around you.

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“Baby, ngh, slow down.”

His hands pressed around your throat, he's not holding you tight, but you feel your breath being knocked out of you with each thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

He's drunk.

“I'm feeling heated inside, doll—blame you for it.”

He's right. You're the one who encouraged him to have fun when Satoru and Sukuna pulled him out of his comfort zone, which was his home with you - his wife. He hated drinking, and he had stated that more than once.

He knew how too much liquor in his system affected him. That's why he had you in missionary, your legs hanging over his shoulders as he pressed deep into your already sensitive cunt.

Your cries falling on deaf ears.

He can't help himself.

"Fuck, she's taking it all," he grunts, his gaze low as he looks down at you. The look alone makes your eyes drop to where he's staring. His hand tightens around your neck, lifting your head from the bed before he crashes his lips into yours, kissing you like it's the last one he'll ever get. His hips move slowly, rolling back and forth as he keeps himself buried deep inside you.

You swear he'll never touch another glass again.

You pout a soft cry into his mouth, and he can't help the smirk that tugs at his lips at the clear I told you so moment.

You're wet around his cock, and he's hot and sweaty his breath reeks of liquor, not the bad kind the kind that makes you slowly cock drunk the kind that when he kisses you, you're sucking on his tongue to taste him even more.

"Mmm don't cry - I told you not to let me go " he hums in appreciation, almost appreciating how you love the way he twists you up and fucks you.

His strokes stay slow and deep, controlled, and he notices the way you soak his waist. It's almost cute to him. He can't help the way his pace picks up after that.

His thumb finds your sensitive clit, pressing just enough as he watches your body spasm beneath him, your legs tensing around his shoulders.

"I can't take it, Romi," you plead, but he doesn't stop. His hands slide to the back of your legs, grabbing them and pulling them together before pushing them back the way he had them before. You're pressed into the mattress, barely able to move as he adjusts the angle. His hips lift to follow it, and he keeps thrusting into you, relentless, like he has something to prove.

He's leaning down hips slamming into and he watches your face knit and your pretty nails push at his hips but he doesn't stop, not until he's got his nut dripping from your hole, not until he feels tired from all of this liquor in his system.

"You can princess, mm? You can " he kisses you he kisses you softly almost seductively like he has something to prove, and he doesn't stop talking.

"Come on, cum for daddy hm? "You already came like twice, he's a psychopath.

Your eyes are sad like he's just broken your heart into four pieces, and he loves that look. He loves the salty tears slipping from the corners of your eyes because you can't take him anymore. He loves how puffy and swollen you've gotten. He just loves you.

"I'm sorry, fuck... I'm just so horny, and my pretty wife just had to still be up," he mutters, apologizing for the way he stumbled into the house. He didn't wait more than five minutes before pulling off his shirt and sitting you down on his lap.

He's completely fucked out, but he still moves into you, and you feel helpless beneath him. He keeps rambling-about hon good you're being, how you shouldn't cry because he's making you feel good. And he is... fuck, he is.

"Daddy, please..." you cry, the sound dragging out of your throat. The noise makes him smile, and that long, broken plea finally pushes him over the edge. He pulls out before finishing inside you, barely giving himself time to breathe before pushing your legs back open and dropping between them, his crooked nose brushing against your swollen pussy.

"Mhm... so juicy," he slurs, still half lost in the moment as he works at you, chasing whatever is left of his release while he sucks on your clit. Your hips spasm, thighs locking around his face, fingers tangling in his damp black locks as you swear the stars are falling behind your eyes.

"Romi.." you murmur softly.

When he finally looks up from between your legs, his vision blurs. He's exhausted. His head drops against the inside of your thigh-and just like that, he's out cold.

The Next Morning…

The sun is already up by the time you finally wake. Your body aches from the waist down, every small movement reminding you of last night. Somehow, Hiromi is still fast asleep between your legs, completely knocked out.

You try not to move—barely even breathe.

The memory of last night should have you annoyed, maybe even a little mad. But looking down at him now… it’s hard to feel anything except the pull of how unfairly handsome he is.

After all, you did tell him to go out.

Your fingers drift through his dark locs, slow and absentminded, the soft strands slipping between them. The gentle touch is enough to stir him. His brows twitch first, then his lashes flutter as he starts to wake beneath your hand.

“Good morning, doll.”

His voice is still thick with sleep as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. The warmth of it makes your stomach flip, even as the memory of last night flashes in your mind—how you’d pushed his head away at one point.

He lets out a quiet, sleepy laugh before finally lifting himself up. When he reaches your face, he smiles softly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“If I was rough… I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I was pretty fucked up.

You only smile, leaning down to press a few small kisses across his cheek and jaw.

“You’ve got me all sore,” you mumble. “It’s only right I get a massage out of you today.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh, already sliding his hands along your hips like he knows exactly what you mean.

You both know that “massage” probably won’t stay a massage for long.

But for now, you just lie there together in the quiet morning light.

The room is warm, the sheets tangled around your legs, and when you glance toward the window you see the sun spilling through the curtains—bright and slow—stretching across the bed where the two of you are still tangled together.