#planeteroticaaa

though today was different because right when he was about to go into the room, he watched that very teammate ask you out with flowers and chocolates. he glared, scoffing watching you act all “excited” about candies you hated and flowers that weren’t even your favorite. it took everything in him to stop himself from going in there and breaking his jaw when you kissed his cheek and hugged him with your arms around his neck and his on your waist. how would you feel watching him kiss a girl after reading her love declaration?! it was even worse knowing he would have to play with him later today. the whole team knew he was still obsessed with you, especially this guy since he always teased jean about it so what fuck was he doing asking you out?

he thought about it the entire day. he knew that many guys were interested in you, but he didn’t think somebody would actually be bold enough to do something about their feelings. he had on his gear, ready for the final game of the season. his coach’s words of motivation went in one ear and out the other as he stared down his smug ass teammate. as everyone started to hype themselves up with different handshakes and chants, jean remained quiet, even bumping his shoulder going past him. his final straw was seeing you cheering at the game, just, not for him. you screamed that asshole’s name, your friends alongside you all happy about your possible new relationship and when he winked at you, jean tackled him onto the ice.

he knew he was in a world of trouble now once he got on top of him. he grabbed the collar of his shirt and began punching him, not stopping when the guy managed to get situated and got a few hits in, or when the security rushed over, or when he heard his coach yelling at him from the side. he had slight bruising on his cheek, his lip was bleeding, his knuckles were scratched up when he threw his gloves off, and he was being penalized and cussed out by his coach, but it was worth seeing you stare at him with your mouth gaped open. your more confused than pissed face said, “did you seriously just do that?” and the wink he gave you with the smirk on his lips while his coach spat in his face said, “yeah, and i’d do it a thousand times over.”

he wasn’t shocked when you went home right after the incident. he was hoping to talk to you once the game was over, but it worked out since it gave him time to buy the snacks and sweets you actually liked, flowers that were actually your favorite, and prepare his “i’m sorry, please take me back” speech. he originally wanted to do something crazy to show his never ending love, but it was clear after today he had no time to waste. with a done up basket, pretty flowers, and a speech he recited under his breath on the way to the door, he was ready though when he knocked on your front door and you opened it wearing his spare jersey he thought he lost with nothing visibly under it, arms crossed over your chest and leaning against the door frame with a disapproving look on your face, everything he planned to say left him at that very second. “well?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. “gimme another chance?” he asked, an unsure grin on his pretty, bandaged face. you looked him up and down and just sighed before grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging him inside the room.

“s-shit baby…you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his head thrown back on your pillow, big, veiny hands on your hips as you bounced yourself on his cock with your hands back behind you on his strong thighs. you almost forgot how big and girthy his dick was, the stretch burning you when you first sat down on it after months of nothing and guys that were no match to him. “look so beautiful riding me like that,” he said mostly to himself, staring up at you with lust blown pupils, taking in the blissful expressions you made and the softness of your breast as he massaged them under the jersey.

fuck, it felt amazing, the veins running along his length grazing your walls, the curve ensuring the fat tip hit you right where you needed it, the thickness of it giving you that same delicious burn from before that had your legs about to give out, the ring of white cream you made at the base of his cock dripping down his balls, ass sticking to his pelvis from your mixed, gluey essences. you were getting tired and he could tell you were with how you occasionally didn’t bounce, but instead rocked your hips with your nails digging into his skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

he watched you, wondering when you’d quit being stubborn and admit you need help as he moved his hands all over your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, harshly slapping your ass. he hadn’t had you like this in months, dick inside your tight walls making a mess all over him and whatever surface was beneath you. how long had it been since you fucked somebody? he hadn’t done anything to any woman since you’d broken up, even going as far to tell them that he was still with you. well, it didn’t matter, he could tell from the whimpers and whines that left your lips as your desperately rode him to continue that sensation of his cock bruising your cervix that if anybody fucked you, it wasn’t like this.

it was when your pace significantly slowed down that he sighed and pulled you down to him. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck like you were waiting for him to do this as he propped his feet into the bed sheets. with his hands on your ass, spreading it apart, he started to thrust up into your pussy. you screamed, eyes rolling back as his fat cock dragged in and out of you, balls slapping against you from the fast, rough change in pace. you could tell much he missed you from the way he hugged you close to him while making you cream in his cock. “yes! j-jean—yes, just like that, don’t stop!” you cried out, drool dripping down your chin as he fucked you further through your orgasm, overstimulating your pussy when he reached a hand down to rub harsh circles on your puffy, throbbing clit.

“missed you so much, baby,” jean grunted, the speed of his thrust into your pussy not letting up. “i—i missed you too! missed you so much,” you cried, moving your head from its spot in the crook of your neck to look him in his light brown eyes. your lips soon met his, tongue hastily pushing inside his mouth and swirling along his after such a long time without one another. everything was messy, saliva coating both of your chins, the liquids from your previous orgasms painting the bedsheets and allowing him to better fuck up into you with ease, the thin layer of sweat that covered your bodies sticking the two of you together.

“please, please, please fill me up,” you babbled incoherently, begging when you felt his cock start twitching inside your tight, gummy walls. his thrust became rougher, the broken, but rough and intense rhythm of his mushroom tip hitting everywhere you needed it too taking you to the brink of another orgasm. “imma fill your pretty pussy with my cum…she’s missed me so much, hasn’t she?” “yes! s-so much!” you gasped, eyes in the back of your head and body jerking as you started creaming all over him again. “i’m cumming! ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming, fuckkk!” you practically sobbed, pussy gushing. your walls spasmed around his cock, making him pump your insides with his hot, thick, ropes of cum.

you felt it leak out of your abused hole as he continued to fuck and overstimulating the two of you through your orgasms to the point you were crying and he was biting down on your shoulder with his eyes rolled back. you continued to fill the room with the most filthy noises, the sweet squelching sound from you pussy echoing and the slapping of your skin on his being all that you could hear once he had you seeing stars because he didn’t stop, even when he was about to cry from the overwhelming feeling himself. he was just too scared to lose you again.

he could never just stop at one. no, he was greedy—mouth attached to your cunt until you were so overstimulated you’d cry and try to push his head away to no avail. he was just so drunk off you—your scent when the tip of his nose was prodding at your hole, your taste when that familiar ring of white painted his fingers and dripped down his palm, your cries and moans that didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or keep going, your plush thighs that always attempted to trap his head when you came, you, you, you.

he didn’t know what he loved more, you laid back with your legs spread just for him or when he’d express to you how hard his day was and would come home to find you face down, ass up with no panties on, your essence making a mess all over your silk sheets. you’d use your index and middle finger to spread your lips, showing him just how much you missed him, clit all swollen and puffy. that’s it’d take for his bags to be dropped and his shirt to come off.

you never had to ask twice—his hands would quickly find your hips to pull your body closer to him then he’d spit down your ass, watching it fall from your asshole to your pretty, throbbing pussy. his face would be in it immediately, mouth on your clit, nose between your slick folds while he’d tease your cute, tight little asshole before pushing his thumb inside. “f-fuck satoru, a-ahhh!” you’d loudly gasp. oh, how he loved hearing you cry his name while trying to run from him, your body sinking into the mattress after your legs gave out shaking with your eyes in the back of your head and him following you down, finger out your ass to keep your cheeks spread for him because he “knew you had another one in you.”

though, if you think that’s him being feral, just wait until the day you finally gave in to sitting on his face. he’d been asking about this for so long and was so damn eager when you let him—wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his mouth when your slick dripped onto his pink lips from your hovering, gripping and slapping your ass, guiding your body to ride his tongue. he had completely forgotten about fucking you, his big, girthy cock out and hard, feet planted into the matteess, hips helplessly runting up as his tongue pushed in and out you, the tip of his nose again rubbing against your clit like it always did to take in that scent of yours that always drove him insane.

this quickly became his favorite—being able to look up at you, head thrown back, hips rocking, one hand pulling at his hair, the other playing with your hard nipple, breast bouncing, mouth gaped open. and it was when you glanced down at him, raking your fingers through his hair, did his hips runt up one last time and he came all over his hard abs, the vibration of his groans on your clit causing you to squirt all over his face. you screamed, body raising from his mouth, face and sheets drenched in the clear stream of liquid shooting out of you and all he could think about was getting you to do it again. yep, he was pussy drunk.

i was working on a new oneshot when i got my first request and dropped EVERYTHING i was doing might’ve gotten a bit TOO excited with this bc i DEFINITELY felt some type of way writing this, but then again kevin gates be talking so damn crazy in his songs i had a lot to work with🤷🏾‍♀️ — ♱. erotica

“m-more! pleasepleaseplease—i need more!” you cried. they you had bent over—nanami holding your wrist that were tied behind your back with his tie to keep you standing, your skirt over your ass and thong pulled to the side so they could glide their fingertips up and down your slick folds, refraining from giving you the satisfaction of their fingers inside your pretty little pussy that pulsated at the mere thought.

“so fucking loud,” higuruma mumbled to himself and before you knew it, he was standing in front of you. you gazed up at him, watching him lick his lips as he undid his pants. he grabbed you by your hair, lifting your head up while creating a slight arch in your back and you came face to face with his long, girthy cock. “this ought to shut you up. . .” he mumbled, eyes narrowed down at you as he slapped his dick against your cheek then guided the oozing angry red tip across your already open mouth, coating your lips in his clear precum.

“look at that, little slut got her mouth all open and ready for me,” higuruma smirked, tapping the fat tip of his cock on your stuck out tongue. fuck, you were ready to have him in your mouth.

his grip on your hair remained strong, especially when he thrusted his full length down your throat. you choked—eyes rolling back to the feeling of the prominent vein running up his cock on your tongue, cheeks hollowing helplessly when tears stung your eyes, threatening to spill and ruin your mascara at any second. he was just so damn big.

your breast bounced to the rough, fast movement of his pelvis coming into contact with your face. you continued to gag, spit lubricating his cock and coating your chin, your tongue moving to swirl around the tip each time he pulled back slightly then back to give the base attention.

“taking this dick down your throat so damn good…you want daddy to cum all over your face, hmm?” he pulled out, his cock pressed firmly against your face as he moved your head down to suck his balls.

you were so distracted, lips wrapped tightly around his left nut, tongue rubbing the base faster the louder you heard his grunts and groans were, that you didn’t hear the sound of nanami’s pants being unbuckled or his fly being unzipped, so drunk on higuruma’s scent and the way his cock roughly hit the back of your throat before, thst you had almost completely forgotten about nanami until he pushed the entirety of his length inside you.

you screamed, eyes rolling back immediately at the feeling of the delicious burn of him stretching you out, filling you to the brim, his fat tip already pressed firmly against that spongy spot inside your tight, gummy walls that made you see stars. “fuckkkk! t-too…much,” you cried out, your hands behind your back pushing against nanami’s pelvis.

“oh? i could’ve sworn you were just begging for more,” nanami teased you, landing a harsh slap on your ass after. “mmm!” you whined, biting down hard on your bottom lip. “come on, i know you can take it. . .” he spoke low, moving his hips back to crash into you again, your ass rippling at the contact.

“oh s-shit!” you drooled, mouth gaped open as gasp spilled from your lips, legs helplessly shaking and cunt squeezing nanami tightly. the only reason you were even still standing was higuruma’s grip on your hair and nanami’s grip on your wrist.

“pussy’s so damn tight. . .” he groaned, pulling out a bit just to slam back into you. nanami watched as your pussy leaked cum all over his cock, making a mess down his balls onto the tiled floor. he stared at the ring of white coating the base and he couldn’t help, but chuckle. “cumming already? too bad i’m not finished with you yet,” he said, setting a fast rhythm of his cock thrusting inside your creamy pussy.

“just be a good girl for daddy and take it, yeah?” nanami grunted, eyebrows furrowing as he gave it to you hard, bullying his cock into you while higuruma took the opportunity of your mouth hung open to thrust himself back in your mouth.

you didn’t know what to focus on, your brain quickly turning to mush with how rough they were both being—their cock’s imprinting themselves into you, your moans from nanami’s dick fucking you so deep sending vibarations throughout higuruma’s body.

tears fell from your eyes, mascara staining your cheeks. your breasts bounced all over the place, legs involuntarily closing together as nanami’s balls slapped against your puffy, throbbing clit with each rough thrust. “shit doll—you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up. . .” higuruma cursed, voice barely above a whisper.

you continued to move your tongue up and down his length even more at the idea of him cumming down your throat, looking up at him through glossy eyes. with one final hard thrust into your mouth, higuruma’s cock twitched—ropes of his cum spilling down your throat before pulling out and jerking himself through the rest of his orgasm, the remainder covering your face.

“yeahh, that’s it…good girl. . .” higuruma groaned, watching you lick your lips happily. “brain-dead slut,” he smirked a vile smirk, slapping his still hard cock against your cheek again. “i think she liked it hiromi…squeezing me even tighter now,” nanami bit his lips, his thrust into your pussy slowly becoming more and more sloppy. “oh really? i knew you were a little whore the second you walked in here in that small ass skirt,” higuruma lifted your chin, pushing his finger into your mouth and with his thumb pressed on your tongue, he spit down your mouth.

“mghh god—shit! gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?” nanami cursed at the feeling of you squeezing him yet again at higuruma’s filthy words, letting go of your wrist and now keeping a tight hold on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. “y-yes! please don’t—d-don’t stop!” you loudly babbled, cunt pulsating around his length again, milking him for everything he had as you reached your own orgasm. nanami groaned, his cock twitching, soon after emptying his seed inside you with his tip pressed right against your cervix.

your eyes rolled back, legs shaking, pussy leaking yours and nanami’s mixed cum as you fell to the floor, no longer able to stand. drool seeped from your lips, completely unable to think about annything else, your cunt throbbing around nothing, so fucked out you hardly noticed flash of a phone camera and the snap following after it. soon, higuruma’s phone was flooded with calls and messages, but rather than answering he muted the device. “your father’s going to have to wait a while. after all, i haven’t had my turn inside that little pussy,” he smirked down at you.

he wasn’t too hard to the point he couldn’t control himself, but he knew he was reaching that point when you grabbed the dress hanging on the closet door, the black lace bra and panties that were his favorite, and went to the restroom to change rather than in the same room to “surprise” him. he ran his tongue across his lips and mumbled under his breath a low “fuck” when you came out and asked him, “what do you think?” you twirled around in your silk, dark red, tight, body con dress that perfectly matched his suit, vanilla fragrance smelling up the room.

“you look so beautiful baby…c’mere,” he spoke a little above a whisper, ushering you to him. you placed your hands on his shoulders when his larger ones grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. you straddled his legs, breath hitching when you felt his clothed cock pressed against your cunt and when he started to feel up on your body. “toji…we have to go soon,” you lightly scolded, but did nothing to physically stop his hand from trailing up to your waist or his lips sucking and bruising your neck.

“oh my—f-fuck toji, y-yes!” you cried out. you weren’t sure when your dress ended up thrown somewhere haphazardly across the room, panties and bra ripped off, and your fiancé stuffing you full of his fat cock, fucking up into your needy hole that, despite your verbal protest to him that you shouldn’t be doing this right now, continued to suck him in. he had both of your arms behind your back with one hand and another pulling and gripping at your hair to keep your back perfectly arched for him, his strong thighs tensing from the way he thrusted feverishly into your pussy.

your mascara ran down your cheeks, staining them with your lipstick smudged from the way he sloppily made out with you just moments prior, a thin layer of sweat sticking to your body as your mouth gapped open. he tried, he really did, but the second you sat on his lap like that, all he could think about was fucking you stupid. you wanted to tell him again that you had to go soon, that the restaurant wouldn’t hold your spot long, but the pleasure from how rough he was being with you made you choke on your words and he probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you—being too fixated on the loud, wet squelching sounds your pussy made or your ass clapping and recoiling against his pelvis.

“‘m sorry baby, you just looked so fucking good…i couldn’t—i couldn’t help myself,” he pulled you back closer by your hair to whisper soothing apologies in your ear despite his dick curving up and hitting your cervix with the fat, angry red tip of his cock. you couldn’t pay him any mind even if you wanted to, eyes in the back of your head, more tears spilling out of them, and legs helplessly shaking.

“don’t worry your pretty head though, you won’t be too hungry after i stuff your tummy full of my cum. gonna put it right here, okay?” he coaxed, letting you head fall forward and moving your hand over to the spot on your stomach where you could feel and see his cock making a bulge and prodding deep inside you. “please don’t stop…please, please. . .” you chanted, your mind hazy from the overwhelming feeling of his and your hand pressed firmly on that specific area plus his cock bullying and dragging in and out of your tight hole. you’d think all of times he’s stretched you out like this that you would would be more used to the feeling, but no matter how often it was, you always managed to start babbling that it was too big to which he’d scoff and say, “you can take it, i know you can. you’re doing so good.”

it was when your mewls and moans got louder, your pussy squeezing him so tight you could feel each vein running up his shaft that he knew you were about to cum. letting go of your arms, his hand went back to tugging harshly at your hair. your hands, desperately needing something to hold onto, went straight for his meaty thighs, nails digging into his skin as the sound of skin clapping throughout the room got loud from his thrust getting faster and faster, cock continuing to deliciously hit your cervix. “y-yes daddy, fuck i’m cumming!” you practically squealed, pussy spasming and body jerking against him as you came, his hand flying down to rub rough, harsh circles on your clit, one of your hands gripping his wrist.

“look at you…creaming all over my dick like that,” toji groaned in your ear, gasp continuing to escaped your lips from how hard your orgasm was and the fact he was still fucking you with the pace impossibly increasing more and more. “daddy’s gonna fill your pussy with his cum, okay?” was the last thing he whispered into your ear when he completely lost the rhythm he was buckling his hips into you, thick ropes of cum coating your gummy walls. any chance of you possibly making it was immediately erased when he carried you to the bed and put you in another postion to fuck you even deeper than before.

“don’t pretend you don’t like it when i say stuff like that,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, a stupid smirk on his face, eyebrow raised as you jokingly slapped his shoulder. “happy valentine’s day, love,” suguru turned around holding a big, pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and hot homemade breakfast in the other. “suguruuuu!” you were in awe, tears almost stinging your eyes as you smiled at him. of the boyfriends you had in your lifetime, nobody treated you like he did in such a short period of time, everyday making sure you knew he loved him in little ways, but this made it clear to you that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.

“i know it may not seem like much right now, but trust me when i say you have a long day ahead of you, baby,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously once you took the flowers. “no, it’s perfect! i just wish i had a vase as pretty as the flowers,”you looked around the room, but once you face him again, he had one in hand as if he planned for this exact moment. “i knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. you grabbed the vase and quickly started placing the flowers in it, watching how pretty they spread out at the end.

your smile never left your face as you put it on your bed side. he waited until you turned back around and looked at him to kiss you again. “i don’t know if you noticed, but i made your favorite,” he said, his breath fanning your face from your lips being only inches away from each other. “yeah, i noticed,” you chuckled, smiling into the kiss you pulled him back into, hand placed on his cheek. though the breakfast he made for you was quickly forgotten when he climbed on top of you and started kissing down your neck.

"o-oh...shitt—" you gasped at the feeling of suguru tongue drag from your ass down to your sensitive clit. you learned a long time ago this man didn't care. he was you on all fours, back arched and face in your pillow as he ate you from the back. he paid full attention to the sound you made like he typically did as he licked and sucked at your clit, his nose brushing against your pussy while his thumb teased your hole. the pad of his finger rubbed up and down your glistening slit then dragged to the side, pulling your pussy lips to the side to which your cunt spasmed around nothing. he was such a tease.

your eyebrows furrowed, biting down on your bottom lip, his strong hands on your hips and trying to pull you even closer to him so that your pretty pussy would in his face, juices dripping down his chin when he finally gave your hole some much needed attention. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he licked you up and down, sometimes pushing his tongue inside to feel, tease, and lightly stretch your tight gummy walls that knew what was coming next would be even better from the way they squeezed around his wet muscle.

he continued to switched back and forth between tongue fucking you and licking as your pretty folds, to sucking, tugging, and pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. he was making you feel so good you hadn't even noticed the way you were desperately backing your ass against him more, the tip of his nose prodding at the entrance of your hole. or when your hand went behind you to push his face deeper into your pussy, fingers gripping tightly as his black locks of hair. fuck, he was always so skilled with his tongue.

his fingers were just as skilled—pumping in and out of your soaking wet hole, your slick coating his nose and chin, dripping down his wrist as he twisted his digits inside you. he curled them—feeling at your walls for that particular spot he knew would make your eyes roll back and legs shake uncontrollable and when you did find it, he pressed his fingers onto it with each thrust.

"suguru! f-fuckkk!" you screamed, moaning even louder when he went from 2 fingers inside your to 3. you gripped the bed sheets beneath you, gasping from the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers to the point where you could feel every detail of his digits and it was driving you closer and closer to cumming all over him. with his mouth on your clit and 3 fingers in your pussy, he moved his other hand that was tightly gripping your hips to having his thumb in your ass.

your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to pinching at your hard nipples to stimulate yourself even further. you were about to cum, your eyes in the back of your head, pussy squelching loudly each time his fingers reached deeper in your hole all while keeping his thumb still inside you. "yes! j-just like that, fuckkkk 'm cumming suguru!" you cried out, body falling deep into the mattress as an attempt to get away from him when he started to overstimulate your sensitive pussy with his fingers and very sensitive clit with his mouth.

he took his thumb out your ass, slapping it right after as he followed you down, not moving his mouth away from you for his fingers from inside your tight walls as you creamed all over his fingers. "f-fuck!" you screamed, legs shaking when you pushed his face away from you. you were breathing heavily as you looked back at him, his face covered in your juices and he just licked his lips and smirked at you. "can you sit on my face next?"