#i got this lip plumping lip gloss all over the skin around my lips too so now i look all weird and red and puffy

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This was me this morning

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save a horse (ride a cowboy!) -- joel miller x reader

pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)

word count: 3.9k

warnings/notes: smut and porn!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. age gap (joel is at least 10 years older). drinking (both reader and joel), unprotected PIV, oral (f receiving), spanking, dirty talk, car sex. if i missed anything lmk!

a/n: recommended listening: save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big & rich. honourable mention to austin by dasha bc it's been on repeat. please take the time to leave comments/reblog if you liked it <3 thank u for reading!! divider by @cafekitsune

summary: meeting an older man at the bar and spontaneously fucking him in his truck was not on your list of things to do for your first summer back in austin, but what can you do?

You hate going dancing.

Sweaty clubs with bodies brushing up against one another, sticky with the hot summer heat, confined to the walls of a crowded bar and beer sticking to the bottom of your shoes. Not the way you plan to spend your first Saturday night back in Austin for the summer, but Maddy is so convincing, your hand clasped around yours, a pleading look in her eyes. 

“I promise. It’s so fun. We’ll invite Kaylee and Erin and it’ll be a whole thing.”

You rolled your eyes at her, slipping your hand out from between hers. “Fine. One drink, one dance.”

She squealed with excitement and clapped her hands together, stepping up from the small cafe table. “We can pregame at mine. Wear that black top you have.”

You nod, thinking of the top in question. A corseted black thing that didn’t leave much to the imagination, breasts spilling out of the stop beneath the tight stitching. You think it probably got shoved to the back of your closet somewhere.

~

Joel hates going dancing.

Well, he doesn’t hate dancing. He just isn’t good at it, and hasn’t gone since his very early twenties. And he certainly would not be interested in spending the evening with Tommy at a country bar in downtown Austin, surrounded by women who would grimace at a pair of old men taking up a table.

But Tommy is convincing, hands gesturing around him annoyingly, until Joel gives in. “Fine. One drink. Then I’m leavin’.”

“This city is swarming with beautiful women,” Tommy says, knocking back another sip of his hot coffee. “And you’re too holed up inside to meet any of ‘em.”

“I like my own company,” Joel starts, bringing his own coffee mug to the sink. “Some of us are happy by ourselves.”

Tommy snorts, a hand clapping onto Joel’s shoulder. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, big shot. We’ll see when there’s a bunch of hotties in front of ya, then you can tell me that you like being alone.”

Joel gags at his use of the word ‘hotties’, and pulls his work boots on. “I can still change my mind, ya know.”

~ 

Night falls over the suburbs of Austin, taking the sunshine but leaving the humid, sweet heat in the air. You’re surrounded by your friends at Maddy’s apartment, a light pink gloss swiping across your lips. You’ve managed to dig out the top she had mentioned earlier, tied in a tight bow at the back. Your dark jeans hit just below it, letting slivers of smooth skin show, which somehow seemed sluttier than the fact your boobs were practically falling out of the top. Your jeans outlined the plump curve of your ass, a pair of dark cowboy boots adorning your calves. The last time you’d dressed like this was a long time ago, so it felt a little foreign, but not uncomfortable.

The cab ride to the bar is eventful, with 4 girls singing along to the songs on the radio at the top of your lungs. You were already a drink or two deep, having done some brightly coloured shot at Maddy’s house, taking it without thinking. You still weren’t planning on doing anything insane tonight, and bar drinks were expensive, so this was probably the best it was going to get for you.

The car pulls up to the bar and waits for you all to pour out, flashing your IDs to the bouncer, sliding inside past the thrums of people already inside. The bar was almost full, dance floor packed, drinks being poured by every bartender. Neon signs and amber lamps served as the only lighting for the establishment, already making things feel fuzzy around the edges for you.

Joel sits at a rickety wooden table in the corner of the bar with Tommy, scratching the wet label off of his beer bottle. He had fished out a plaid t-shirt from his closet, his usual jeans taught across his thighs and a pair of nicer boots than his work ones on his feet. His hair was pushed back, curls still lapping at the nape of his neck and curves of his ear. He was noticeably older than the other patrons of the bar, painfully aware of that fact, he felt rather uncomfortable. Tommy didn’t seem to mind, feet tapping at the beer-washed hardwood. “Stop lookin’ so mad,” he remarks, close to Joel’s ear. “You’ll scare ‘em all away.”

There are groups of people pouring in from outside, bachelorette parties and frat boys, making Joel feel unbelievably out of place. It was hard to lighten up when he wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing here.

The doors open once more, your group of friends pushing their way through the sea of people, hand in hand. Joel notices, one girl in a cowboy hat, one in denim jean cutoffs, one with a big belt buckle that glints pink against the light. 

Then he notices you.

His face softens as you follow behind your friends, as they push to the front of the line for a drink. He’s got 10 years on you, easy, but that doesn’t stop his cock twitching against the zipper of his suddenly too-tight jeans.

Soft curves, a top that fits you just right, and jeans that accentuate the dips and lines of your body. You’ve got warm energy, a bright smile adorning your glossed lips. 

You barely even notice him, until you turn around and make eye contact, your shining eyes meeting his. He’s too handsome for his own good, biceps and shoulders pressed tight against the sleeves of his shirt. He’s got his thighs spread across the chair he’s sitting in, towards you, almost like he wants you to come and just sit right on his lap.

You offer a small smile across the dim bar, taking your drink and following your friends to the last open table they’d spotted. A high top, back to the stranger now, giving him the opportunity to see your shape. He swears you’re sticking your ass out on purpose, so he can see the soft skin where your jeans meet the bottom of your top. 

“Joel,” Tommy’s voice cuts through the bustle of the bar. “If you’re gonna be so fuckin’ miserable, we can go. There’s another place-“

Joel stops him, teetering his beer towards his brother. “This is fine. We can stay for another round.”

~ 

You pull yourself away from the group after finishing your round of sugary drinks and shots, your head beginning to buzz. “I’ll get the next ones,” you giggle, pushing yourself out of your seat and steadying yourself on the ground. “Green tea shots?” The girls hoot and holler back to you, as you turn on your heels towards the crowded bar. 

Joel gets up, almost looking panicked, when he sees that you’re leaving your group. He downs the rest of his beer and tips his head towards Tommy, as if to ask, “another?”. Tommy nods and sits back in his chair, continuing to observe. Joel makes a beeline, able to slide right beside you in line.

You can smell the cologne and laundry detergent on his clothes while he stands behind you, shuffling on his feet. You can almost feel his nerves, radiating off of his large form. 

He can smell your perfume and shampoo, it’s intoxicating. 

Joel is served first, the bartender leaning forward to listen to his request. “Two Buds, and uh,” you feel a soft hand on your shoulder. If you couldn’t see that it was him, someone would have a black eye.

“What are you drinkin’, darlin’?”

His voice is sweet like honey as he dips down to be so unbelievably close to your ear, his hand now on the side of your arm. Heat spreads up your neck at his proximity. 

“Oh, I’m getting like 4 shots, you don’t have to-“

“What kinda shots?”

“Uh, green tea. Green tea shots.”

“And four green tea shots.”

The bartender nods as Joel slides his cash across the bar, turning, and looking down at you slightly. You feel impossibly small in that moment.

“You really did not have to do that, thank you.” You’re on your tip toes, a hand pressed against his chest now, lips as close to his ear as you can get. 

He shivers. He can’t remember the last time someone was this close to him in this way. 

“No problem,” he waves it off, taking the two beers by the neck of the bottle and moving over slightly for you to grab the shots. 

Your ass brushes across the front of his jeans, and he knows it’s intentional.

“Thanks again for the drinks,” and you’ve disappeared back into the crowd in a second.

Oh. Nevermind.

He can’t help but feel a little dejected, slinking back to his seat with Tommy and passing him his beer. “Struck out, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Joel watches your table still, annoyed, but not entirely surprised. Pretty stupid of him to think you’d want to fraternize with a man such as himself, so much older than you. Maybe he’d come off too strong?

His head is all but hanging in his hands when he watches you get up again, your friends coming along with you. He averts his eyes in embarrassment, not noticing that you’re making your way over to his table.

Tommy notices.

“Ladies!” He draws out, hands thrown up in the air. Joel looks up then, locking in eyes with you immediately.

“Didn’t think I’d leave you hanging, did ya cowboy?” A smile tugs at his lips as you extend a hand to him. “After you were so nice?”

He laughs a little, your other friend taking a hold of Tommy and pulling him towards the crowded dance floor. He’s very easily persuaded.

“Come dance with me!”

“Oh, I’m not a dancer,” he laughs, warm and honeyed. It makes heat pool in your core.

“Neither am I. Come anyways.”

All he can do is obey, taking your hand and letting you lead him away from the table. 

~

The music pulses under your feet as you end up in a tight line, shoulder to shoulder. He can’t stop looking at you, leaning down to speak into your ear. 

“I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I didn’t know how to dance,” he explains, and his breath is hot against the curve of your ear.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it when we start goin’. Just follow me.”

And I saddle up my horse

And I ride into the city

I make a lot of noise

Cause the girls

They are so pretty

Joel’s eyes are parked on your body as you start to move along to the steps of the line dance, feet tapping against the hard wood of the floor beneath you. Your hands are up by your face, clapping along to the beat. He tries to follow along, at least stepping in the right direction, clapping at the right time, but it’s no use.

Your body is insatiable - hips rolling to the pounding music. The curves and lines of your ass, paired with the soft tissue of your breasts nearly busting out of the top you chose to wear. Your skin is supple, shining against the dance floor lights that are favouring him right now as he lets a red blush engulf the skin of his cheeks and neck. 

He wonders what it looks like underneath, peeled off and bunched up around your ankles, or thrown on the floor of his bedroom. He thinks of fingering the ties of your shirt, loosening them and pushing it off, his hand across the front of your throat as he makes you look at yourself. How pretty you are. Goosebumps spread across the exposed skin of his arm.

You grab his hand suddenly, and he’s taken out of his daydream. Your eyes are fiery as you let yourself get even closer to him, feeling bold enough to put his hand across the small of your back.

“Follow me,” you command, as he looks down at the footwork you’re doing along to the song.

Riding up and down Broadway

On my old stud Leroy

And the girls say

Save a horse, ride a cowboy!

He attempts to follow it again, egged on by the feeling of your hot skin against his thumb. He could honestly maybe cum just from this touch alone if he really tried.

It’s not actually as hard as he thought, if he concentrates. A few steps, repeated over and over again, until it comes naturally. You notice how easily he picks it up, smiling up at him, beaming up while he’s lost in thought. 

The song picks up, and the whole floor is enthralled by the dance. You see Joel’s smile light up the room, and he hasn’t dared to move his hand from your back. You don’t mind.

When your body turns toward his, he halts before almost running into you, still following the steps along to the song.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

Your words take him by surprise, but they are not unwelcome. 

“Yes.” His hand envelops yours as he takes a look at Tommy, seeing that he’s still in the throws of the song with your friends.

Your hand leads him off the dance floor and towards the club bathroom, but he stops you, lips close to your ear again. “My truck is parked out back, if we want, a little more, um,” he clears his throat, “privacy.”

“Show me the way,” you smile, letting him pull you out the doors and into the darkness of the parking lot. 

He fishes for his keys nervously when you get to the side of his truck, an older model with blue paint. He can’t remember the last time he did anything like this, if he ever has, and it’s getting to his head.

“Let’s get in the back seat,” you say, taking him out of his trance. “Wanna feel you.”

He lets you in first, pushing across the bench seating as he slides in beside you. There’s a moment of awkwardness, before your hand reaches out to touch his denim-clad thigh. His breath hitches.

“Relax,” your smile is intoxicating to him, and he’s drinking you in. “We’re just here to have a little fun.”

He lets himself lurch forward, your lips pressed against his fervently. They’re rough and chapped, but cold from the beer he’d been nursing earlier, offering you some reprieve. 

Your hand snakes up his chest to the side of his throat, pulling him in to come closer and delve deeper. His tongue comes out to lick across your teeth and press against the soft wetness of your tongue, as his hand comes up to palm your breasts over your top, grabbing at any flesh he can get his fingers on. 

He quickly and deftly finds the bow Maddy had tied on the back, pulling it loose and letting the fabric relax so you he could pull it off of your form.

His hands began to explore the soft skin of your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as you arch into him and let a strained moan come from your lips.

“Fuck,” is all you can think to say, because his large hands are spread across your back, forcing you closer, and into him. Soft moans escape your lips as you let him take what he needs from you.

“Off,” he commands suddenly, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans and yanking them down, after you pop the button and undo the zipper. Your boots have come off at some point in the tussle, and now you’re naked in the back seat of a stranger’s car with not much to say for yourself.

You push his flannel down his shoulders as his weight hovers over you, revealing how strong he really is. Rippling biceps beneath his tight shirt, strong chest, kind eyes. 

You’re lying beneath him, when his hands come up under your thighs to push them apart and expose your pussy to him. He kneels between your soft thighs, thankful for the dark night sky around him, as he delves into your heat with his warm tongue.

You see stars when he makes first contact, a broad stripe of his tongue sending you into space. He’s hungry for it, immediately suckling onto your clit and wrapping his lips around it, strong hands still pushing your thighs apart. He’s taking his time to taste you, wild and intricate, feeling the bulge in his jeans strain against the zipper.

“Oh, fuck,” you manage to get out, in between breathless moans. Your hand came down to tangle in his hair, feeling the soft locks between your fingers, enjoying the way he’s making your hips roll onto his face. You can’t help but rut against him, soaking his wet mouth with your slick, using him to get yourself off.

He’s moaning into your pussy, working his own now-free cock in one of his hands, while the other delves two fingers into your core. Your breath catches in your throat when he fills you, stretching you open and wide for him, hitting the perfect spot to make your stomach start to spasm as you threatened to unravel beneath him.

“Fuck, so good, so so good,” you laugh breathlessly, the ecstasy beginning to take over as he continued to work your pussy, and you felt the familiar white-hot feeling along the back of your thighs.

“I’m gonna, — oh my god,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was tonguing at you harder, eyes flickering up to watch you. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Good girl,” he growls into you, only offering you momentary reprieve from his tongue before using the rest of his energy to help you ride out your orgasm on his face. Your hips bucked and spasmed against him, the windows fogging up with your hot breath as you fucked yourself on his fingers. He let you pull on his hair as moans tumbled from your lips, breathless and spent.

When you managed to come down, he took his fingers from inside you and pumped his cock a few times, now bobbing in between the two of you as he slid himself up your body to kiss up your chest and capture your soft lips into a kiss.

“Sit back,” you whispered, pushing on his chest to bring him back sitting upright. His jeans were pooled around his ankles now, and you had pulled his t-shirt over his head to meet the other clothes on the floor of the truck. You positioned yourself across his lap, pumping his cock a few times and feeling the girth around your fingers.

He looked blissed out, head against the headrest, savouring the feeling of your pretty hand around him. If he looked down between your two bodies he might come right then, at the sight. 

“You did so much work, baby,” you coo, sitting down on his thick cock and bottoming out immediately, just to watch his lips fall open and eyes flutter close at how tight you are. “Made me cum so easy.”

Your lips latch onto his neck as you kiss and lap at the rough skin, letting your hips rock back and forth, slowly at first. Getting used to his length inside of you would’ve been tough if he hadn’t opened you up so easily beforehand. 

“Move,” his hands come to your waist, lightly forcing you to grind down on his lap. His cock was hitting inside of you so perfectly as you swallowed him into your body, looking down as his head lulled back against the seat. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he started, letting you set the pace of your hips, hand coming up to paw at your breast once more.

“You like this cock, don’t you?” You nod, letting your hand come to the seat behind his head and steadying yourself before beginning to bounce in his lap. “Yeah, fuck, yeah I do.”

He’s in his element now, any and all shyness from the newness of the situation melting away as he pounded into you mercilessly. The truck was no doubt shaking back and forth a little, a steadying hand print the only window to the outside world. Joel didn’t even care if people could see, they’d just be jealous.

“I’m gonna, fuck-,” he starts, eyes cloudy at the edges, vision fuzzy as he looked up at you. You were fucked out, cock-drunk on him, watching as he was coming undone underneath you as you squeezed around him. “Oh yeah?” You tease, not letting up on the rhythm of your hips, his hand coming down to your ass in a firm slap.

You moaned then, arching your back into him and sitting back. “Where do you want me?”

He’s desperate to cum now. Even the thought of your pretty face beneath him, taking his hot ropes on your soft pink lips is making him jerk forward into you with need.

He pushes you off, and you wince from the loss of contact. He’s fisting his cock above you right away, pink tip ready to explode any second at the sight of you, tits pressed together. Your mouth is open, and he sticks his fingers in between your lips as you moan around them, tasting yourself.

“Cum all over me,” you start, pinching your nipples with your free hand. “Fuck, I want it.”

It’s enough for his knees to buckle and hot cum to shoot all over your stomach and tits, painting you white with his seed. His eyes squeeze shut as you watch him ride his orgasm out, balls emptying onto you as he slows down and regains consciousness, taking a second to drink you in when he can open his eyes again. 

Your breath is heaving as you take a finger to swipe some of his cum onto your finger, dipping the digit into your mouth. His brows furrow together as he pulls you up to kiss your lips, devouring you, hands coming up to each side of your face as if to thank you for such a good time.

“Been a while since I did anything like that,” he laughs, and you follow shyly. “You got like, a napkin?” You giggle, as he grabs something in the front seat for you to clean up with. “Thanks. That was fun.”

He nods in agreement, catching his breath before pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I suppose we should go back in there,” he checks his appearance in the rearview mirror, all blushed and fucked out. 

You put your top back on over your body, turning towards him. “Can you lace me back up, please?”

His hands begin to work at you, tightening a bow at the bottom much like it had been done before.

A thought crossed your mind that made a giggle escape your lips. “What?” Joel asked, amused, pulling his jeans back on over his hips. 

“I don’t think I ever got your name.”

He laughs too, thinking of the events that had transpired given neither of you knew such a basic piece of information. 

“I guess we can stick with cowboy.”

[baddiewiththebook]

ONE OF THE BOYS

-> While you pine hopelessly over your best friend, Eddie Munson. You hear the sentiment 'one of the boys' one too many times and you've decided to change that. All in the name of the one boy who won't even look at you, or so you think.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive themes [no smut]

-> a/n originally a one-shot, but I couldn’t help myself and wrote some more!

Part 1 [Part 2]

-> <-

Your heart sinks into the deepest pits of your chest. The tiny inconspicuous hole where no one would ever look. Your spirit lies under the earth, while Eddie lies bricks instead of dirt across your corpse. A quite violent death you have taken on.

“Are you still with us?” Gareth waves a hand in front of your face. Grease slips between his fingers from his two day old burger that your school pretends was freshly slapped on a grill that morning.

You squirm. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Eddie says you could come to practice,” he throws his hand up. “You’re one of the boys!”

Right.

Like someone had thrown water across your face, you slide theatrically to the floor in a puddle of you. Theatrically speaking - of course.

The lunchroom chatter dies in the back of your head like you just did a moment ago. You excuse yourself from the group, while claiming that you have forgotten your exam in the next class period and you should really put in at least a few moments of study time.

Your few moments are actually spent stowing yourself away in the ladies room.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe he asked you out!” A girl squeals. “What are you going to wear? Tell me everything!”

You had stopped your self doubting and your eternally ill fading romantic imaginations you came up with while you stare at the dull gaze in your eye behind the dirty spotted bathroom mirror. You should focus on your studies anyway. Failing your senior year of high school, again, was not on your list of to-do's.

Then again, the two girls gossiping were very pretty. You took notes. Hair full and down to her chest in length. The kind of hair Texas wishes they had. Cheeks were plump, and dusted pink with some powder of sorts. Full lips covered in sweet strawberry gloss. You can smell their gloss from just a sink away. That, or perhaps that was their perfume. Sweet and feminine.

“I'm sorry,” one of them notices you staring, while she applies a thick coat of her lip-gloss. 'Strawberry Dream' is what the little label on the tube reads. “Are we being loud?”

“No, no,” you shake your head.

“Okay,” she sings awkwardly, before continuing the conversation her friend had started. “Anyway, Josie, I think we should go shopping for a new outfit. Oh! I - so - need a new gloss. Something sexy!”

“Sexy?” You accidentally slip the words, before you could stop yourself.

The girl cocks her head. “Do you usually eavesdrop?”

Not that they weren’t talking in front of her.

“My bad,” you tug at the ends of your t-shirt. “Erm- you’re trying to impress this boy?”

“Yes,” she says simply. “Do you have some sort of advice?”

Looking you up and down, she spots the stains from your lunch at your chest. Trying not to snort and jeer at your expense, she waits for you to respond. Her cocky tight lipped smile says enough.

“Actually,” you reply. “I- Why don’t you try being yourself? He clearly likes you to ask you out, so maybe you could tone it down?”

“Tone it down?” She frowns. “Like you? Tell me er- girl of some sort- how many dates have you gotten with that fresh out of bed look you wear every single day. You look like a shy boy. Yeah, I see you around. You’re small like a shrimp. You need to be shark in these waters or your going to get your head bitten off. Put on a bra. A low cut top. And, maybe some blush to hide that dead corpse face you wear-,”

“It’s my skin-,”

“When you get a date, then you get an opinion. Got it?”

“Got it,” you zip your lips. What a bitch.

-> <-

Practice, as the group of men slamming poorly synchronized chords together, is held at Gareth’s garage promptly after school. You did not participate in the noise, but rather you sit in a lawn chair onlooking. Fanning yourself with your hands, sweat glistens across your skin like armor.

Your friends finish their set. Eyes on you, you cheer for their noise that will surely draw eyes from the neighborhood. Someone will be by soon to tell the boys to quiet their racket, and to perhaps indulge themselves in a new activity like reading a book. The Book, perhaps.

“You’re getting better,” you propose promisingly.

Eddie nudges your shoulder with a fist on his way to the cooler to grab a cold soda. You pretend like your heart didn’t just stop inside of your chest.

“I told you, guys,” Eddie has been raving to his band mates (and occasional D&D players) that you, his B.F.F., wasn’t going to ruin practice. That just because you might have a new rack and hips hidden underneath this t-shirt wasn’t going to change any dynamic within the group.

They all agreed about this while staring at your ever growing chest and hips. You cover your chest again, before speaking out of turn.

“Are you ever going to preform these songs?” You ask the group.

Eddie’s plush lips touch the bottle his soda came in. Condensation from the glass dripped across his chin and down his neck to the exposed flesh of his chest.

And, they were so worried about you “developing.” Here you are, eyeballing your best friend like you haven’t ever seen him before. Suddenly, you woke up one morning and you were obsessed with him!

It isn’t like that at all. You didn’t know when you began having feelings for your best friend. Somewhere between living next to each other in the trailer park. Sneaking out after your curfew to splash in Lovers Lake (Eddie’s favorite way to wash off his worries). And, the times you tripped over your own clumsiness when Eddie was the first to rescue you. You might have just fallen into his eyes you stared at them so long. Maybe- maybe that’s when something changed.

No more boys and girls - there are men and women. High school changes us - all of us. There’s science behind it all, you suppose. You took health courses, but no scientific explanation could bring you to figure out how you were completely enamored by your best friend.

Your best friend, who is sweating underneath the heat of the garage. Finding himself without options, he strips his shirt.

“Hold this for me,” he says like there’s no issue. Because there was no issue for him, you’re alone in your feelings. Classic.

“Sure,” you fold his shirt up in your lap, while resisting the urge to inhale his scent like a trained dog trying to find a missing person. Or, like an addict getting their fix for the first time in days.

“And, yes,” Eddie announces, before slamming down a new chord. “Come watch us at the Hideout!”

“Really?!”

“Sure,” Gareth speaks for his friend. “If you want.”

“I’ll come,” you ask, “What time?”

“We’ll start setting up around six in the evening, but we’re not set to play until seven,” Eddie explains to you. “Friday.”

You nod. “I’ll be there!”

“Oh, Eddie!” Gareth grabs his attention. “You gonna bring Roxie?”

Roxie Martin? Now, she’s a hot pair of tits in a mini skirt. Full scarlet lips, Rockin’ Roxie, as some people called her, was a She Devil in human skin. Sinking her teeth into her pray, she poisons them with feminine venom. She doesn’t even have to sing them a tune, for men will follow her into the depths of the vast blue ocean without question.

Some just thought she was a slut in heels, though.

Whatever story floats.

Eddie strums a sour note.

“Dude, I’m just teasing,” his friend snickers.

Eddie scolds his friend, then the group of boys begin to slam on their instruments some more.

You sat there for hours watching Eddie slobber over his guitar. Sweat glistened down across his skin. His fingers striking each chord by heart as he did every night. Touching the strings expertly with the tips of his cherry red fingers. He begun feeling sore towards the end of the night, and the guys agree that it would probably be a good opportunity to turn in for the night.

Practice would resume tomorrow.

And you were forever and eternally frustrated.

-> <-

“Robin,” you slouched over the clear candy bowl labeled ‘Free.’ “I need to be a girl.”

Robin jabs away at the keypad of the store computer that is clearly frozen. While she might be renting out videos to people, Robin’s shit with technology.

That gave her more time to ignore her responsibilities, however, and acknowledges to your moping. With an arched brow, she sucks in her lips and she lets them go with a loud pop.

“You are a girl,” she states the obvious, while appearing to look down at your chest. “Or- so I think.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you stuff more candy into your mouth like a starved squirrel just coming out from hibernation. Squirrels hibernate, don’t they? Whatever.

“What ever could you possibly mean?” She props herself up onto her elbows.

There was a time when you were a child that a mean boy kicked dirt on you at the playground. Swooping in like your knight in shining armor, Eddie came to you to brush the dirt from your clothes and to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Feeling outcasted, Eddie surrounded himself in the weaker kids. The kids that enjoy recess sitting on the brick wall of their school, or close by the door to wait for your teachers to let you back inside.

You read books with him during quiet reading because he didn’t know how to keep the letters from mixing together. Eddie would apologize for his hair being frizzy, and all over the place. You thought he was funny looking like that.

Sometimes you wish you could go back to the good old days where your heart didn’t sing in your chest whenever your childhood best friend was near. You wish the aching in your bones would sooth itself instead of feeling fuzzy every time Eddie greeted you at a whisper from behind. That his strong hand touching you like a doll would become friendly again, and less like you want to shove him against the lockers to kiss his pretty face.

You knew better.

Yet, here you are.

Say it had something to do with what happened yesterday. Roxie’s sexy. You want her sexy. Not her. But, just the sexy. And, whoever was in the bathroom was right. You’re much more than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim on your legs. You grew up during the summer, and so what if you want to show off a bit. You earned your assets.

“I can’t tell you,” you put out there for Robin to read. “You’ll blab to Steve, and Steve will tell- doesn’t matter.”

You wait for her to speak, but Robin never does. She blinks at you.

“There’s this boy-,”

“A boy?!” Her voice echoes against the furthest most walls.

You wave your hands. “Robin!”

“Go on!”

“I just - I want to grow up a little.”

The jangle of the front door opening broke their conversation apart. There was nothing elegant about Eddie Munson. He slammed his jacket into the stand of desperately rentable tapes. The display wobbled. Swiveled. And, slammed into the floor. The video tapes splattered.

“Dude!” Robin huffs. “I just put those up!”

Eddie scrambles to rescue the mess. “My bad, Robs. You know? You might not want to put these right in front of the walkway. ‘Could get knocked over - see?”

Robin knew Eddie from class. Smart mouth guy with a lot to say about literature. He held a lot in his head, but once he got to a piece of paper, he could just go.

“The usual, Eddie?”

Oh, and he also rented out the same tape once a week for the past three weeks. It was a Rated R film that had a single one minute scene of a nude woman on top of a man she was suffocating. Not with her boobs- with his belt.

Robin snaps back into reality.

“Eh, looking for something new,” he fixed the display, before joining the girls at the register. “Suggestions?”

Robin slams her palm against the monitor. “Stupid thing is still frozen. Oh! Did you hear your little pal has a crush on a boy?”

“Robin!” You cringe. Turning into the wallpaper sounds really nice right about now. Hell, you’ll fix that computer if it gets Robin off the topic of you.

Anyone, she can blab to anyone, but Eddie. Where was Steve when you needed him? Oh, you are so screwed!

“What? It’s just Eddie!”

Just Eddie - yeah, Robin, that’s the problem.

“A crush? On who?” Eddie scoffs out loud.

Your jaw goes agape. “Are you saying I can’t have a crush on someone?”

“No, I just- you’re one of the guys!”

“She can’t be one of the guys forever,” Robin defends you. Perhaps she saw you twitch. “She’s a girl underneath those stains.”

You brush your dirty t-shirt.

“Robin-,”

“What? Whoever this boy is, he’s shit out of luck if he doesn’t see what we all see,” your friend continues.

Eddie teeters his balance back and forth on each foot.

“I’m going to go look for a movie,” he says.

Robin ignores him shuffling into the isles. “I’m just saying if he doesn’t like you back that is his loss. Right?”

You peak around for any sight of Eddie. His frizzy mane is locked onto a movie in the farthest isle.

“Oh my god,” Robin follows your gaze. “Oh my god! This is big- no, huge- I can’t believe before my eyes your friends to lovers trope-,”

“Robin! Hush!” You whisper at a much louder volume than you anticipate.

Yet, here comes Eddie back to the counter without a film in hand. Robin shoots you a glance that screams that she’s about to burst like a toddler who has to pee, but they can’t get their overalls off.

“Can’t find anything?” Robin intertwined her fingers in front of her.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

The sound that came from Robin’s lips could have been the earth splitting in two, and trying to suck her in or the angels above calling her back to heaven. She’s a bit eccentric.

Oh, God, you think she’s plotting.

“Actually,” she settles. “I have a film back here that we haven’t set out on shelves yet.”

“Is it a romance?” He guesses purely based on the actors gazing longingly on the front cover. “Robin, I don’t do romance.”

“Obviously,” she says as a matter-of-fact. “Anyway, this is a mystery. Hm? You know? Like clues and shit.”

“Clues and shit?”

“Maybe,” you signal ‘no’ to Robin, but she blatantly ignores you, “you two can watch it together. Hm? Solve the mystery, before the show ends? Let me know what you think!”

“Robin-,” Eddie begins, but Robin is already scanning the tape to rent out.

“It’ll be fun!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’ll see you around six for a movie night like old times?”

You mask your embarrassment. Nodding in a set agreement, Eddie left with the film still eyeing the cover like it had just insulted him.

“How could you do that?” You shame her.

Robin shrugs her shoulders, while dancing behind the counter like a relationship fairy.

“Oh! You’ll need something to wear by then!” She shouts to her coworker. “Steve! I’m not feeling well! Will you be okay for the rest of the day?!”

“Ah ha,” Steve appears like he’s been waiting for permission to enter the conversation. “You’re not leaving me here by myself!”

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” she points to her ear, as she’s setting her jacket over her shoulders. “Ear ache.”

“Robin!”

“Huh? Oh, thank you!” She shuffles herself and you out the front door.

Warm air meets you outside. Although you wished to take off another layer, you felt practically naked as is. Cotton blend shirts were thick in these spring days. The same could be said for your denim jeans.

“Won’t he be mad?” You ask.

Robin snorts. “Steve? No.”

No explanation given - no explanation necessary. Robin and Steve were like a pair of siblings at most times. Although, knowing Steve had a thing for Robin at some point made the analogy much creepier than it should have been.

You drive yourself and Robin back to your home where your family was not. They’re out of town for the whole week doing an anniversary trip. Figuring your of the age to take care of yourself, they’ve left you by yourself with only the responsibility of keeping the home clean.

“What are we looking for?” You sit on your made bed hugging one of your pillows to your chest, while Robin riffles through your closet.

Robin shoves another dress across the hanger to the disapproved pile. Her grunts and sighs are discouraging as is, but rather her blatant disregard that you like some of those clothes is hurting even more. Or, maybe you like those clothes. You haven’t gone shopping in a while.

“Do you own anything that isn’t from Forever 40?” She jokes heartily.

You tilt your head to one side. “I like my clothes.”

“Well, we don’t have time for shopping,” she scans around your room for something. Jostling your clean laundry, your papers across your desk and the drawers under them - she finally lets out an, “Ah, ha!”

You groan. “Are you going to clean your mess?”

Clearly ignoring you, Robin holds up a sharpened pair of scissors like a magic wand. Holding one of your plain shirts in the air, she begins slicing away at every angle.

“Hey!” You protest.

She pauses. “Right, put it on.”

“Rob, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“I’ll buy you another one,” she shoves your head through the hole, and continues sniping at the edges. Fondling your chest, she measures where the top of your breast lies. “Hey! Your the first woman to let me touch their boobs. Congrats!”

You laugh at this. “Robin, as your friend, you can touch my boobs any time you need a fix.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she jokes back. With one more snip, she steps away from you. “You have any skirts? No, of course you don’t. Jeans will have to do.”

You couldn’t hear Robin’s tangent. In the standing mirror hung on your wall, you saw someone new. Surely, she moves when you move. Her chest bounces while she breathes. That tan from the summer on the beach is touching her skin in a most devilish manor. You hold your chin a bit higher seeing what a few snips from craft scissors will do.

“Makeup!” Robin insists.

Pink rouge presses into your cheekbones. Those cheekbones you earned from your grandmother. That’s always the compliment your mother spoke. And, mascara coated thickly across your eyelashes. Your lashes are rather short, but with that black mascara you were seeing yourself glow with confidence.

Lip gloss that tasted like honey-

“In case you’re kissing any boys tonight,” she clicks the tube together with the wand. “My dear, you’re ready.”

You take a spin in the mirror.

“I hardly recognize myself,” you touch your hair.

Robin slaps your hand away. “Don’t mess that up, before Eddie gets here. Oh! And, look at the time, I should go.”

You’re left by yourself for another hour. Twiddling your thumbs, and checking your makeup by the minute. Eventually, you pop popcorn in the microwave and place the bowl in the center of the coffee table in the living room. You twist the bowl around, so you can’t see the chip on the side from when you dropped the bowl a few years ago.

Tapping your foot against the plush carpet beneath your feet, you travel between worlds where you feel ridiculous for dressing up like this, but you also feel hot.

Denim cuts at your waist, and you begin to doubt wearing jeans instead of pajamas. You never wore jeans after you got home. Eddie will surely know what’s up.

You have no time to change your mind because the doorbell rings through the quiet house. Stillness - as if moving would threaten your life somehow. Then, again, the doorbell sings.

You drag the sweat from your hands onto the back of your jeans. Jeans that you should have changed to shorts. He’ll see right through your ruse!

You settle your nerves with one more glance over in the mirror in your little entryway. When you open the front door, Eddie’s tickling the lavender your mom set out on the front porch last week.

“What? Your shirt go through a lawnmower?” Was the first thing he says.

You knew it.

“Erm-,”

“I brought the movie, and beer,” he held up the movie and a six pack he snaked off of his uncle. “Come on, I’m freezing out here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask where anything is. He’s been here so many times before, birthdays, holidays and any time your mother has just come back from the supermarket with “the good snacks.”

You knew each other for some time, which is probably why he’s never going to see you as someone other than his best friend. Why would you think about that? You had a shot, right?

“I popped popcorn,” you pointed in the living room.

“Sick,” he drops down into your couch. “We can go ahead and start the movie - the guys will be here soon.”

“The guys?” You blurt.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says. “Like old times?”

“Right,” the light in your eye fades, and you just hope Eddie can’t sense the hesitance in your tone.

In the next hour, your quiet date night that had been set up by your overly optimistic friend, swirls in the direction that it is always meant to be. You squish into the couch arm rest, while Gareth battles Eddie over the movie choice. Although, this time the boys came to an agreement that this was not an action movie like Robin promised Eddie earlier.

“Where’s the gore?!” Gareth flings popcorn at the television screen. “Throw her off the ledge!”

“You want to see an innocent woman flung to her death?” You snap at him.

A piece of popcorn drops from Gareth’s mouth, and into his awaiting lap. You didn’t come to raising your tone with the boys unless something truly bothers you. Clearly, by the tightness in your chest, some of the anger spills over the edge. Quite like the woman dangling the man’s waist.

“Never mind,” you stand. “I’m going to make more popcorn.”

Taking the bowl from Eddie, you stow away in the comfort of your kitchen. Before your mother left for her trip, a folded note stacked on the island told you to not bring anyone over. But, if you are going to have boys over, she asks that you use protection. She has a wild imagination if she thinks her daughter has a sex life.

She must have passed this onto you. You toss yourself at someone, who obviously holds no similar feelings as you do. This whole night was a bust. Your eyes itch from the mascara. Your lips bled from when you chewed on them like they’re your last meal. At least the color matches with your lip gloss that you reapplied many times in the bathroom when you need a break from the crowd in your living room. And, you can’t feel your waist anymore. Tingling below the belt - and for all the wrong reasons.

“You okay?” Gareth’s voice startles you.

You spin around, and he’s there standing where the carpet meets the linoleum.

A yell from the living room suggests something mortifying must have happened in the film like the boy finally kissing the girl, or perhaps saying something romantic.

“Yeah,” you blink. “Just- making more popcorn.”

Gareth doesn’t say anything about the popcorn bags sitting on the counter next to him, but the room reads itself. You scamper over to the bag, before ripping the plastic and the bag apart by accident sending kernels across the floor. Gareth meets you at the floor below.

“Shit,” you sniff. “I’ll get the broom.”

“Hey,” he grabs your arm, before you can run off again. “What’s going on?”

You sit next to the mess on the floor letting out a gust of air from your lungs that you’ve been holding onto for dear life.

“It’s stupid,” you tell him.

Gareth moves a piece of your hair from in front of your face. “What?”

You look at him for the first time. Between you two, you didn’t have to say a word he didn’t already know. Because while you’re chasing Eddie, Gareth’s warm heart is following after you. You’re blind to him before.

“Eddie’s not going to like me back, is he?” You whisper at an almost inaudible volume. Dabbing at your eye, you wipe the single tear threatening to break the damn.

Gareth sits next to you with his arms wrapped around his knees.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I think he just hasn’t woken up yet. He does talk about you a lot when your not around.”

“Really?”

“You scare him,” Gareth lets out a breathy laugh. “In a good way. He- he’s never had someone to rely on in his life besides his uncle. And, if what Eddie says is true, you’ll never truly change to please anyone. You’re loyal, and your funny. You’re beyond beautiful. The Goddesses shrivel in your light-.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“Okay, I might have added that last part,” he admits. “But, you never know if you don’t try.”

You reach out for his hand. “Thank you, Gareth.”

He squeezes your hand. “Anytime.”

You say. “And I- I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Erm- you know.”

“I guess I do,” he looks away. “I’ll be fine.”

You toss a popcorn kernel Gareth’s direction hoping to lighten the mood. Gareth snorts and tosses one back.

“We should clean up,” you tell him.

Gareth agrees. “Oh, and - when I said you don’t change, I meant it.”

You pull at your half shirt. “Yeah, I don’t think this is me. Everyone just kept telling me to stop dressing like a boy.”

“Trust me,” Gareth suggests. “You do not look like a boy.”

“Oh, shut up,” you gather yourself on your own two feet. “I don’t know - I kind of like the look, but maybe tone it down a bit?”

“I’ll get the broom,” Gareth says leaving your question unanswered. "Oh, and I promise to keep myself and the guys out of your way the next time Eddie suggests we all have a 'movie night'" at your house."

"You caught onto that?"

"It's a classic move," he sweeps. "I can't say I wasn't going to try it on you some day."

"Well, I'm sorry that it won’t work out between us," you assure him.

"I'll survive," he won’t really look at you now, only at the task at hand. "Besides, I know how great of a guy Eddie is. If you do go out with him, there’s no hard feelings."

Gareth sweeps every last kernel from the floor, then uses the dust pan to scoop them up and finally tosses them into the bin. By the time he's done scoping out every inch of your floor, you're done popping a new bag of popcorn.

The movie night continues without a hitch (aside from the merciless damning of the film coming from each of the boys in your home). Your eye on the one man, who could never look at you the way you do him. But, you don't know that for sure.

Because, as soon as you look away, Eddie's full attention is on you.

[fleshbride]

PRESENTING . . . AIN’T NUN BUT A HOOCHIE MAMA!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!BLK!HOOCHIE READER

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ CW: black fem reader; reader is 26, toji is 34; reader is on the thicker side; usage of the word nigga a few times; smut; breeding kink, hair pulling, dumbification, overstimulation, pussy slapping, impact play, messy pussy eatin’, size kink, hints of sado-masochism, a bit of brat taming, manhandling, praise & degradation, multiple orgasms, cervix fucking, choking, squirting; fwb-ish to lovers (?); pet names are used, such as mama, baby, pretty girl, dollface, princess & sweetheart; reader has a kid of her own; reader is a hoochie, meaning she’s seen as ‘ghetto’ but in a very pro-black & attractive way; reader has a mature body, pudge, cellulite, stretch marks; reader accidentally flashes toji; reader & toji share a blunt; toji is actually a good dad in this!

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ wc: 7.5k

⭒ ݁ . ໒꒱ this is actually pure filth. this was my first time writing for toji EVER and actually my longest work. guys when i tell you i put some shit into this thing, idk what i did but i SNAPPED. HARD. i hope you guys enjoy this nasty thing that came from my imagination. not proof read or anything so pls excuse my typos!

sometimes, your job could be a godsend. who knew that a simple job at the local hair store would catapult you into meeting one of the sexiest men you’d ever seen?

to be completely honest, it wasn’t solely your job that sparked such an interaction. it was moreso you; you possessed an irresistible, unmistakable charm that was impossible to ignore. your voice, soft as a lullaby, held a dulcet quality that drew people in like a magnet. anytime you opened your mouth to speak, you commanded attention effortlessly, as if your words held some mystical power that captivated any listener.

everyone was always drawn to you, and it wasn't hard to see why. who in their right mind wouldn’t be smitten? you were a vision of beauty, with your radiant brown skin that seemed to glow as if illuminated from within. your smile, perfect and white, could light up even the darkest room, making hearts skip a beat. your eyes were another story altogether. they seemed to sparkle, glimmering with an intensity that was all yours.

your hair was always done, you always made sure that you had a fresh set of lashes. to add, you never forgot to apply your clear lip gloss. now, this wasn't just any gloss, it was your signature, lip gloss added a radiant shine and highlighted the natural beauty of your plump and full lips. your lips, always so perfectly glossed, assumed an irresistible charm that made them look especially appetizing.

to add onto it, your personality was in tip top shape, matching your looks. while sometimes your mouth could get a little reckless, you had an air of kindness, professionalism and just genuine good vibes. it was hard to dislike you, no matter the case. you were a woman of wonders.

you loved your job at the hair store too; maybe that was why your attitude was always good while you were there. it paid well, the hours were flexible and it was something you enjoyed. you loved how your manager let you pick out the wigs and the outfits that would be displayed, and sometimes she let you take home left over makeup and jewelry — which was how you got your favorite set of hoop earrings.

working at the hair store also granted you all types of experiences. sometimes you met upcoming make-up artists and beauticians, hair dressers, nail techs, lash techs — you always made sure to be extra helpful and friendly to everyone you met, just in case they could ever help you.

or… on the rare occasion, you met men. often, they were coming in for their wives, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends — and each time, they were clueless. of course, you helped, breezing past them with the smell of bubblegum and perfume, preferably daisy by marc jacobs.

today was no different.

you were the only one working in the store this saturday, and it was roughly around 12 in the afternoon. the sound of needed me by rihanna echoed through the store, giving it a nice ambiance. you clocked in at 9, and were scheduled to get off at 4 — you had a bit of a long day ahead. however, the store had been a bit slow today. not many customers entered; maybe three every hour, compared to a usual 7-15 people per hour. you were both grateful and a bit sad for the lack of people, as it left you with extra time on your hands.

instead, you found yourself thinking of your six year old daughter at home. alaina, your sweet girl, who was at her grandmother’s for the day. you fondly rubbed the bead bracelet she made for you, that spelled out mommy. your daughter was the most loving child you knew, and you adored her with every part of you.

as you gazed at your bracelet, you let out a soft hum. you’d have to get her another one from here, even though she already had a plethora. whatever you got from the hair store, you usually shared with alaina.

the entrance bell dinging had you snapping out of your thoughts of your daughter, turning your head to greet whoever entered. your boxbraids slid down your back as you looked. it was a little girl who entered, no more than nine. she was in a cute blue dress, with dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. her cheeks were rosy, which had you cooing at her mentally.

“hi baby,” you called out to her, looking behind her for a parent, “where’s ya mama, hm? a lil’ one like you shouldn’t be walking around all alone.” the girl hadn’t noticed you, and jumped when you called to her. she put her hands up, waving them enthusiastically. “o-oh no, miss, i’m with my dad! he’s just getting his wallet. do you know where the nails are? and the makeup?”

you smiled at the little girl, stepping from behind the counter. you were in a beige sun dress, with some matching wedged sandals. the sundress was long, coming down to your ankles, but there was a slit on the side. it hugged your curves nicely, even though your little bit of pudge was much noticeable; you didn’t care. to be honest, the dress covered way more than your usual outfits, especially in the summer like this. you had never been scared to show your body, even after you had alaina and people insisted on you covering up; because you were a mother now. however, you didn’t give a fuck. if you wanted to wear your shortest shorts, you would.

“c’mere baby girl, it’s this way.” you offered the young girl your hand, which she took happily as you led her. “i’m assuming you’re looking for the press ons, right? not the ones you glue?”

the girl gave you an enthusiastic nod. “yes, ma’am!” she was polite, you noted, with a curl of your lips. her father must be raising her right. “my dad says i’m not big enough to ruin my nails with glue..”

you let out a laugh as you squeezed the girl’s hand. “your daddy’s right,” you mused, “stick to the ones you can press til you become a teenager.” you brought her to the kiddie nails, and stood with her while she made her pick.

the young girl seemed stuck between a pair of pink ones leopard print ones, and blue zebra print ones. “what do you think, miss? i can’t choose.”

you only gave the girl a shrug. “i say get both. let ya daddy worry, not you.” however, because you liked this little girl, you’d only charge her for one anyways. the girl nodded in agreement, giving you a giggle, which you quickly reciprocated.

all of a sudden, you heard the gruff call of, “tsumiki! where have you ran off to?” the girl perked up immediately, and ran to the end of the aisle. “dad! i’m over here!” she called, waiting patiently for him to come over.

you raised your eyebrow as you made your way over. you were a bit curious to see the man who had raised such a sweet and polite girl. as you reached the end, your eyes widened as they set on the man.

he was tall, unbelievably so. his towering stature, reaching at least 6’2, must’ve made him stand out in any crowd. his body was muscular, brawny and well-built, and t he black compression shirt he wore clung to his chiseled frame, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. his hair, a deep black, was just a bit shaggy — the perfect length to frame his strikingly sharp face.

his eyes were a vivid green, so piercing that they could make anyone feel as if they were the only person in the world. they locked onto you and tsumiki. his attractiveness was lethal, and it was impossible not to notice the way he looked over you. his gaze was slow, lingering, and purposeful, almost as if he wanted to make sure you noticed his attention.

you would’ve been phased if you were a different woman; but you weren’t. instead, you gave him your trademark smile, looking up at him with a warm aura.

a scar sat on the corner of his lip. it twitched slightly as his lips curled into a smirk, making him look even more attractive to you then he already did.

“you work here?” came his deep, rough voice. it provoked goosebumps down your skin, but you didn’t allow yourself to show it.

“yup,” you answered, “sorry i wasn’t at the counter, i was helpin’ miss thing here pick out some new nails.” you watched toji’s mouth open, and held up a finger, “and yea, before you ask — it’s the press ons. no glue needed.” the man let out a hum and gave a nod of approval.

“good. tsumiki, go put those on the counter and if you want anything else, ya better pick before i get back up there.” he told her; his voice was rough, yet still somehow sounded caring. when tsumiki scampered away with an, “okayyy!”, he turned his vision back to you.

the once over he gave you earlier didn’t seem to be enough. he gave you another; from your champagne blond knotless boxbraids which were long and down your back, curving over the swell of your ass, down to your painted white toes in your sandals. shit. you were fucking hot.

“how old are you?” he asked boldly, not wasting a second.

you raised an eyebrow, “you ain’t ever heard it ain’t good to ask a lady her age?”

“so old enough,” he countered back with a smug smirk. “have you been able to drink legally for at least two years?” still asking your age without pointedly asking like before.

“i’ve been old enough to drink legally for five years,” you relented, “so like i said, old enough. why you askin’?”

“i like to know the ages of my women before i hit on ‘em.”

you grinned. you already knew you were going to like this man, and his attitude towards you solidified that. “and i like to know the age of my men before i let them,” you combatted.

“thirty-four,” he answered immediately, and the corner of your lips pulled up in satisfaction. twenty-six and thirty-four. not a bad age gap, only eight years. you could manage.

“you allowed to hit on me now,” you said playfully as you slid past him, “don’t make the shit corny, ‘cause i’ll laugh at yo ass.” maybe that’s his plan, you thought, him tryna laugh me out my panties.

the man let out a bark of a laugh, following after you. you could almost feel his eyes locked on you as your hips swayed while you walked. he only chuckled out, “oh, don’t worry about that.”

you went back behind the counter, ready to pay for their things. tsumiki had thrown a stack of bracelets on the counter, and a new tube of sparkly pink lip gloss to which you scanned and then only scanned a pack of the nails. her father raised an eyebrow at you, but you pretended not to notice. “that’ll be 18.75,” you informed. her father pulled out thirty dollars and slid it to you. as you prepared to give him the change, he shook his head.

“don’t need the change. consider it a tip or somethin’.” you furrowed your brows at him, but didn’t question the customer. instead, you handed them their things with a sweet smile. “bye, lil’ missy,” you told tsumiki, before looking up at the man, “come back soon.” your voice was low, and quite flirtatious. he gave you a smirk.

“oh, i will.”

and he did.

it was three days later when he finally came back. you were leaned over the counter, examining your new nails. it was hot, too hot to even be working. the doors were open, and the AC’s were blasting, trying to cool off the store. you wore a jean miniskirt, with a fat gucci belt on your hips. you paired it with a cropped pink tank top that had a deep v-neck, showing off a bit of your cleavage. your golden nameplate sat perfectly on the apex of your breasts. today on your feet instead of sandals were your pair of pink and white dunks. you had taken out your box braids, and gotten your hair done the same day you got your nails done.

now, you had gotten a lace front installed — and you looked good as fuck. it was a deep shade of vibrant purple, down your back. you had added your own spin, doing one of those heart shaped parts and gelling it down the side of your forehead, and doing edges on the side.

as someone entered, you turned your head to the side to greet them. “good afternoon,” you said cheerfully, looking at the woman who entered. she was dark skinned, with a bumped bob. her makeup was done sharply. you watched as she side eyed you, and muttered out a terse, “hello.”

immediately your eyebrows furrowed. “bitches got an attitude, okay,” you grumbled under your breath as she disappeared into the aisles. it was a few minutes later when she came to the register with a flat iron. off the rip, you told her, “oh mama, you don’t want this one. a few people who purchased this one have said that it heat up too quick and smoke a lot, then breaks. so go ‘head and get another one.”

the woman glared at you, looking you up and down. “excuse me, i didn’t ask for your opinion on what i’m buying. and if it’s so faulty, why haven’t you taken it off the shelves?”

her attitude immediately had you tilting your head, trying your best to bite your tongue. “ma’am, that ain’t my job, i don’t do merchandise, i work at the register.”

she rolled her eyes at you, before snapping out, “then don’t say anything about said merchandise.”

your next words came out before you could even think about it, “ho, i’m tryna help you not burn this crispy fuck ass bob off but okay.” upon realizing what you said, you didn’t apologize nor change. instead you cocked your head, tilting it, while staring at her blankly.

“excuse me?” the woman asked, “honestly, i don’t think i’m taking hair advice from a woman who don’t wear hers natural, and has her skirt digging up her ass. how old are you? you have to have a child at home, dress with more fucking class before you talk about me,” the woman’s face was twisted as she snapped at you.

“i know damn fuckin’ well,” you said slowly — and just like that, you knew you were about to cuss her ass out. “i know DAMN fucking well that you’re not talking to me like that. bitch, are you mad that your ass built like a fuckin’ square? bitch be mad then cause that’s why yo ass slope like y=mx+b. bitch, don’t you EVER question my fashion choices when you’re wearing leather in 87 degree weather. you fuckin’ cereal box built ass bitch, you know what, i got a trick for you—“ you quickly took the flat iron from her and pointed a nail at the door. “now get the fuck out, bitch you’re banned.” the woman opened her mouth to retort, but you were faster, talking over her, “bitch, i don’t give a FUCK. get the fuck out.”

the woman mumbled a, “ghetto bitch.” before storming out the store while you massaged your temples. it was nothing you hadn’t heard though. “fuck be wrong with bitches. man, i need a fucking BLUNT.”

“personally, i would’ve hopped over the counter.”

you looked up at the familiar voice, seeing the man you met the other day. immediately, a grin spread across your face. “look who came back.”

“told ‘ya that i would.” he mused, walking up to the counter, “you should’ve thrown the flat iron at her face. i would’ve paid money to see that.” he wore a white wifebeater and black basketball shorts. did he just come from the gym or something? the lack of clothing allowed you to see just about all of his muscles, and god, were you pleased.

you snorted, giving him a playful eyeroll. “shit, i was fuckin’ thinking about it. you saw the whole thing?” the mystery man, who you decided to dub mr. man, gave you a nod. “positively. you cleaned her so beautifully, and i have to add, you look so, so appealing when you’re angry.”

“shut up, nigga,” you laughed as you put your elbows on the counter, cupping your face with both hands. “what’re you here for?” you looked up at him, and he mimicked your action, fitting his fat ass arms on the counter.

“i need some hair gel for my son. he’s in this spiky phase, shit, i don’t know,” mr. man rolled his eyes a little bit, before adding, “and i don’t know which to pick. as you can clearly see, i don’t use gel.”

you let out another laugh, coming from behind the counter. “yeah, c’mon mr. man, i’ll show you which to use.” off the rip, you noticed how his eyes locked on your body.

yeah, i got it like that, nigga, your inner thoughts said as you internally hyped yourself up.

“mr.man?” he questioned from behind you, his eyes focused on the way your hips swayed, and the way a little bit of your ass was uncovered by the skirt.

“well, you never told me your name, so i gave you a nickname.”

he snorted a little before saying, “well, my name’s toji, for one.” you thought about it for a second for a second. was that a moanable name? you went through it in your head. yeah. definitely moanable.

“my name y/n,” you finally disclosed, “but everybody just call me n/n.” toji nodded a little. “n/n… that’s cute.” you noticed one of the items had fallen off the shelf, and without hesitation, you bent over to pick it up, completely forgetting about the fact that you were wearing a skirt, and the man behind you.

toji almost had a fucking heart attack. his eyes zoomed in onto your now slightly revealed ass, your sheer red panties that showed the plush outline of your pussy. shit. shit. it was over in a second, much to his mixed chagrin and gratefulness. however, he wasn’t some boy — he maintained a straight face and control. you placed the item back on the shelf and resumed walking.

“alright,” you said, as you reached the gels, “see, here’s what i use for my daughter,” you held up a jar of eco. “eco holds good for her, and it lasts long, to be honest. her hair is a bit thicker. and it doesn’t have like color residue like prostyle gel.” you grabbed the black container of prostyle gel. “but if your son has like brown-black hair, it’ll be good.” toji shook his head, saying, “nah, he has that weird bluish-black.” you tutted and put the prostyle down.

“there’s also gorilla snot gel, which i recommend if his hair is straighter, you feel me?” you held up the yellow bottle of gorilla snot.

toji looked at both and let out a short groan. “i can’t decide. i’ll take ‘em both and see which works better.” you shrugged and passed them to him. you took note of how positively huge his hands were. they could probably cover your whole face. or… your entire ass.

“i didn’t know you had a little runt too,” he made conversation with you as you walked back to the counter, “i forgot you’re almost 30.”

“yeah i forget too, trust,” you laughed a little, “my little girl’s my pride and joy, her name’s alaina. she’ll be starting first grade this year, i’m so proud of her. i actually got pictures.” you pulled out your phone and showed him your lockscreen which was the two of you. toji chuckled.

“y’all look alike, cute,” he commented, “my son’s seven, and tsumiki’s eight. you met her last time.” you fondly recalled your encounter with the polite young girl. “you a single parent, too?”

you gave him a nod, and a shrug. “alaina’s daddy claimed he wanted nothing to do with her, so i kept it like that. then his stupid ass got locked up, thank riddance.” toji let out a short laugh. “tsumiki’s mom was my first wife, and we divorced. megumi, my son, his mom was my second. unfortunately, she passed.”

“aw,” you said, pouting sadly and placing a hand on his large arm. “i’m so sorry for your loss, sweetheart. i hope you’re doing alright.”

toji laughed a little. “i’m fine, pretty mama, don’t worry about me.”

you bristled at the new nickname, giving toji a wicked grin. “that’s how you referring to me now?” you asked, as you slid behind the counter to the register.

“you’re pretty, and you’re a mama,” toji said with a shrug. “it honestly only fits.” you very pointedly made sure to check him out and said, “mmhmm..”

as you rung him up, toji said, “does alaina need any new friends? my son’s a bit shy and doesn’t talk to nobody but his sister… maybe they could have a few play dates?”

“yeah, i’d love that!” you answered, a genuine smile coming onto your face. anything referring to your daughter made you happiest. “your total is 14.95. here i’ll give you my number...” as toji paid, you rang it up. on his receipt, you wrote your number and passed it to him.

toji grinned and gave you a nod. “see you around.” you wiggled your fingers in return.

see him around, you did. you and toji were quick to hook up play dates whenever your schedules aligned. you became familiar with the routine of getting off work in the afternoons and scooping alaina’s to head to toji’s to play with her two new best friends.

you and toji often stayed downstairs, while they played in tsumiki’s room. you and toji would watch movies, roll blunts and eat food — or sometimes even play texas hold ‘em, in which you won every single time.

toji would grumble, and accuse you of cheating, when in truth, he was really just a bad gambler, but all was well. you considered toji a good friend… of sorts.

because that’s what you two were; friends. friends who sometimes flirted a little; you considered toji a friend when you’d bend over to pick things up in those skimpy jean shorts you wore; toji considered you a friend when he’d slide past you, pressing his crotch against the curve of your ass and muttering a, “excuse me, n/n,”; you considered toji a friend when you’d play sexyyred and say the lyrics a little too… forceful; and he considered you a friend when he’d make slick little sexy comments about your body before adding, “that’s just what other guys think.”

safe to say… there was a bit of tension between you two. and finally, it came to a crescendo.

it was normal, at first. like usual, you and alaina were at toji's house. it was around 9:30pm, and the kids had collapsed after playing all damn day and finally having a meal of chicken nuggets. you remembered the look on your face discovered them. they were heaped in the large bed; tsumiki had more than enough room for all three of them, yet they were together. alaina was draped over megumi and tsumiki, her face in megumi’s chest but her body pressed to tsumiki’s. they were all tangled up, limbs skewed and whatnot.

and now, you and toji were together downstairs, toji watching as your nimble fingers crafted the blunt — his were too fat. your feet were in his lap, and he was watching you with those bright green eyes. as you rolled, you were mumbling one of sexyy’s songs. “fuck me like you mad at me, baby.. i need that dick to drive me crazyyyyy…” you sang under your breath.

toji raised an eyebrow at you, “the music you listen to has some really… meaningful words.” as you licked at the blunt, you let out a laugh. “i agree with everything she say. when suki said that if you ain’t eating coochie, you ain’t fucking, i felt that one.”

finally, you perfected it and grabbed toji’s lighter. “you only fuck eaters?” he said, amusement trickling through his voice. you lit the blunt and took a deep inhale, masterfully blowing it up into your nose and then out again before passing it to him. “yup. only fuck eaters ‘cause they do it the best. you an eater, toji?” you asked pointedly, watching as one of his rough hands drew circles on your leg, then up to your knee, while the other lifted the blunt to his lips. he took an inhale, then another. god, you hated double hitters, but it was okay — it was only you two.

“wouldn’t you like to know?” toji shot back, his trademark smirk sliding across his face. his lip twitched, scar jumping.

“that’s why the fuck i asked you, toji,” you clapped back immediately, making the older man squeeze your leg while passing the blunt back. “watch your mouth, n/n. don’t get fucked up.”

“or what?” you immediately retort, holding the blunt up to your lips as you took another puff. “you not gon’ do shit to me, toji, like i honestly wish you w—“ your words were halted by the man throwing your legs off his lap, one hand going to spread them roughly as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt.

“i’m not gonna do shit?” he repeated, as your eyes went wide; he had obviously startled you, but you weren’t opposed to this one bit. as his fingers rubbed at your pussy through your shorts, you shook your head feverently again, looking at him as you held the blunt to your glossed lips. “not a damn thing.”

when all toji did was nod, you were sure you were in for it. and you were. he was quicker than you, grabbing your hand that held the blunt and quickly forcing you to put the blunt in the ashtray. the smoke you were holding in your mouth was forcefully removed as toji roughly pressed his lips to yours, the smoke being shared between you two as he pried your lips apart.

the next few minutes were coated in a needy haze. his big hands were everywhere, all over your body. moving to squeeze at your tits, your ass, your thighs. eventually the settled on the waistband of your shorts and began to unbutton them. before pulling them off completely, leaving you in your lacy dark blue thong.

he pinched the plush of your pussy, barely hidden by the panties — more like decorated by it. immediately, the scent of your slick, which was already dripping, filled toji’s nostrils, making him let out a wanton moan.

“fuck, mama,” he hissed as he trailed his finger down your slit, “you always this wet? this is how you’ve been the entire time?” he looked up at you, eyes darkened with lust.

“no,” you lied immediately, giving him a reckless smirk. “she just like that off the rip. i determine whether it’s for you or not.” toji only let out a little laugh. “word?” he asked. you opened your mouth to repeat the word back to him, but you were rudely interrupted by him slapping your pussy.

it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly soft, the pain sending sparks of pleasure through you. you hissed out a, “shit..” toji smirked at your reaction as he pushed your panties to the side, before delivering another smack, this time a litle harder. you let out a mewl, squirming in his hold.

“crazy,” toji said to you, “two lil’ slaps just made you leagues wetter. you sure you’re not wet for me?”

you refused to answer, only giving him a shrug. “so you wanna be a brat now, huh?” he asked you with an eyebrow raise as he began to pull the panties down your thighs. “like you weren’t jus’ all over me. ‘toji, you a eater?’” he mocked you in a high pitched voice as he pulled you forward, legs sliding over his broad shoulders. you remained silent, biting your tongue. maybe you were a brat; you knew that with toji’s strength and stamina, you would get much more if you drew it out. plus, you wanted to make him work for every moan, every word.

“you gon eat my pussy or not?” you asked boldly, your hand going to lace through his hair, nails pressing against his scalp. “like literally, shut the f—!” you were interrupted by toji latching his mouth onto you, completely ripping the words from your mouth.

his tongue, long and flat, slid between your plush folds, calloused hands digging into your thighs as he shoved his face between your legs. off the rip, his motions were rough and quick, tongue swirling against your clit before going down to your hole, curling against it to lap at your essence. you gripped the couch as you let out soft moans, trying not to be too loud — you didn’t wanna fuel toji’s already large ego.

“fuck,” he mumbled as he pulled away, “pussy’s so sweet, baby. i should’ve bent you over in that fucking store the day you wore that skirt.” you were unable to respond before he was diving back in, tongue messily trailing througu your pussy. he was there between your thighs, feasting on what you offered, lapping up all the sweet nectar you had to spare. his lips latched onto the delicate bud of your clit, sucking with a fervor that left you gasping, while he looked up at you with a gaze that was as heated as it was prideful.

one of your hands found its way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you gripped it tightly, the other clutching onto the plush fabric of the couch as though it was your only lifeline. your breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, each one harder to catch than the last, your mouth falling open in that perfect 'o' shape as you let out sounds so sweet and melodious, singing a song of pure pleasure just for him.

and you couldn’t help it; euphoria was pulsing through your body, coating your thoughts in nothing but toji. your toes curled, as toji slid his tongue inside of you. god, he was so messy, your slick already all over his face, his spit mixing with your slick as it trailed down your ass.

you were incessantly moaning, unable to even downplay or disguise it anymore. “s-shit, toji, fuck, that feels so good—!” he looked up at you with satisfaction as he slid his tongue into your entrance, curling it upwards against your walls.

you squealed, trying to scoot backwards away from the pleasure, but he was quick to yank you back, trapping you against his mouth, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs. one of his fingers traced the stretch marks on your thighs. he worked his fat tongue inside of you, curling and sliding as his pointer finger swirled your clit at such a fast pace, you was sure he was gonna give you something close to a rug burn.

his paired actions had you spiraling over the edge, the coil in your stomach stretching and stretching until it was ready to snap. “toji, ‘m close—! fuck, fuck— gonna cum!” toji’s movements became much more insistent, gaining in speed as he basically shoved you over the edge.

your orgasm hit you like a brick, your back arching off the couch as you gripped toji’s hair tightly, whined babbles of repeated words leaving your lips. if it weren’t for toji holding you down and anchoring you, you were sure that you would’ve grown fucking wings and soared away.

you creamed all over his tongue, and he made sure to pull away, before messily spreading it throughout your pussy, just to lap it all up over again, letting you settle, working you through the after effects of your climax.

you sucked in ragged gasps as toji pulled away, licking his lips and wiping his face. he stared at you with such intensity, shivers went down your skin. your eyes immediately focused on his hard dick through his sweats, the outline prominent. you tapped your foot on his thigh. “gimme that,” you breathed.

“do you deserve it?” toji said back, his voice a bit raspy. “been a bratty slut this whole time. you were so cocky, remember? i don’t get you wet, right?”

you wanted to maintain your pride, you really, really did. but desperate times called for desperate measures. “c’mon, toji,” you sighed sultrily, “i was just playin’.. just wanted to make it a little fun for you, you know that..” you spread your legs a little more, teasing him as you continued, “it’s all yours, i swear — been waiting for this for such a long time.”

toji only gave you a soft chuckle and the only words gave you were, “that right, baby?” immediately, he scooped you up with a single arm, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. you let out a noise of surprise, but immediately arched your back, looking back at him as he pushed his sweats down his thighs. his dick sprung up, and you couldn’t say you were shocked by it.

his dick was both fat and long, and it almost made your eyes pop out of your head. he had to be at least eight inches, veins running up the side of his heavy dick. his tip was a dark apricot shade, and it was leaking bad, opaque beads of precum sliding out of his slit. he was well trimmed, with heavy breeder balls. you almost salivated. but at the same time, you questioned how all that was even supposed to fit in you.

he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. “don’t you worry, princess. you’ll take every inch of me.” one of his hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he directed his tip against your entrance, slapping it there a few times, making you groan in need. “t-toji, stop fuckin’ playin—!”

once again, you were rudely interrupted by him pushing the tip inside of you. he let out a hiss, your walls sucking him in. however, with just how wet you were, he slid right back out. he let out a snicker as he leaned his hand down to slap your pussy again. “but you not wet for me, alright..” he lined himself up again, and this time — he didn’t push into you slowly.

with one rough thrust, he filled you to the brim, forcing you forward as you let out a strangled noise, clawing at the couch. “toji! oh fuck..!” you pulled your hips forward, trying to get him to pull out a little, but he wasn’t having it. “s-shit, i’m not even all the way in yet,” he huffed, hair hanging in his eyes. toji was letting out pants, it felt as if your pussy was fucking suffocating his dick, strangling it.

inch by inch, he pushed the rest of his dick in, until the plush of your ass was nestled against his pelvis and stomach. he yanked at his shirt, pulling it off of his body. your slick was already coating him, dripping down to his balls. you were a mess, mewling just from him entering. you felt so full — his dick stuffing you better than you ever had been before. and it was driving you out your mind.

toji didn’t wait for you to adjust. with one hand on your ass, thumb rubbing against the ridges and dimples, and the other lacing through purple hair, toji pulled all the way out, and then slammed all the way back in. the force of his motions shoved you down into the couch, and immediately you let out a cry of, “t-toji! slow down!”

but slowing down wasn’t apart of his agenda. he rasped out, “nah, this is what you wanted, baby. so take it. take my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.” he began snapping his hips into you, the veins on his dick dragging against your walls just right. your cunt clamped down on him every time he tried to pull out, as if it was forcing him to make your cunt his new home.

toji was mesmerized by the way your ass jiggled and clapped with every movement he made, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. he slapped your ass hard and then squeezed, making you squeal once more. “fuck, look at you. bouncing this ass back on my dick so good..”

at his praise, you looked back at him before proudly twerking back on his dick, putting on a little show. he laughed, his hand trailing from your hair to snake around your throat. “such a fuckin’ slut,” he said gruffly, before pulling his hips back so that only the tip was inside before ramming his dick back inside of you.

you felt him nudge against your cervix, and you let out a noise close to a scream, while his hand tightened around your throat. tears filled your eyes at the pain, your lashes beginning to slide. “you’re gonna wake up the kids, princess. wouldn’t want them to come down to seeing you getting fucked like some whore, right? keep that pretty mouth quiet.” he leaned down, chest pressing against your back as he curled his much larger body against yours. “but not too quiet. wanna hear you lose your fucking brain over this dick.”

his other hand came to wrap around your throat, and he began to jack hammer into you, slamming you on his dick over and over. your eyes rolled back, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting through you, that coil getting ready to snap again. “t-toji…” you slurred out, “g-gonna fuckin’ cum again…!”

“so fucking do it,” toji hissed as your clenching began to get more intense. “paint my shit, baby.” his voice was sending shivers down your spine, aiding your increasing pleasure. you let out ragged moans into the couch as your body trembled, pussy spasming wildly around his dick as you came a second time.

he didn’t slow down through your orgasm, instead, he went faster, if that was even humanly possible. he pressed down on your head, forcing your face into the couch, and pressing on your belly simultaneously. it forced you to have a deeper arch, but it also made you feel just how deep he was inside of you. pressing his big hand against your stomach to feel his bulge had toji grinning.

you were a wreck, tears sliding down your face, your lashes long fallen of. you were pretty sure your lace had peeled, but you didn’t care. you could barely think, barely form coherent sentences with how toji was fucking you. and he knew it. he knew he reduced you to a mess, and he wasn’t even halfway finished with you.

soon, he felt his orgasm coming, and he let out a deep groan. “shit.. where do you want my cum, doll? ‘m getting close..” you were quick to whine out, “i-inside, toji.. want you to cum inside…!”

“haah!” he grunted out with a smirk, “want me to fill you up, huh? want me to stuff you full with my cum? yeah, i bet you fucking do, look at you.”

“toji, toji, toji, fuckkk.. want your babies, c’mon, make me a mama again—!” toji laughed shakily at your dumb response, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “fuck yeah, dollface. you better not spill not one drop, alright?” he let out a strangled moan as he released, his thick cum filling her to the walls.

you sucked in harsh breaths, finally feeling relieved after toji’s constant fucking stopped. he seemed to slow down, gently fucking his load into you. you began to relax… however you were sorely mistaken.

“you thought i was done with you?” toji asked as he gripped you, flipping you over so that he could see your face. you looked a mess, but you were so, so pretty. your eyes were watery, face with tear trails all over. your lips were bruised from how much you’d been biting them. at least your hair was still intact… for now. toji leaned down and pressed a kiss to your jawline, down to your throat. he yanked at the top you wore, and when it didn’t want to cooperate, he ripped it and peeled it off of you himself. “toji, my shirt….” you whimpered but he dismissively waved a hand. “you’ll get one of mine.” he reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting your tits spring free.

his big hands almost swallowed them as he began to leave bites and kisses all over your throat, collarbone and chest. “can’t possibly be done with you,” he said against your skin, “been waiting to fuck you like this since i laid eyes on you, doll.”

he left a plethora of hickies on your skin, very obviously marking you as his. you were still speared on his dick, and he began to roll his hips languidly inside of you, curving into your g-spot repeatedly. the feeling had you seeing stars as he gripped your legs and pulled them around his waist. with each thrust, he began to get more forceful and speed up, until once more, he was pounding your insides.

your nails went to his back, scratching, making toji wince in pain as his hips collided with yours. three of your nails had broken off. a third time, you felt yourself reach your climax once more, but it felt different. painful almost, with the last your clit throbbed. you managed to push away the toji-shaped clouds in your brain and realized.

“t-toji—! toji, ‘m gonna squirt!” you cried out as you twisted in his hold, the pleasure becoming overwhelming for you. “t-toji—!” he only smirked at you, yanking you closer. “make a mess f’me, mama. wanna see you get all messy… c’mon, c’mon, make that pretty pussy squirt on my dick.” he pressed another messy kiss to your lips as his hand snuck down to rub your clit, forcing more pleasure into your system. you let out a ruined, gasped noise — like you wanted to scream but couldn’t get it out. clear liquid gushed from you, coating toji’s lower half, some of his abdomen and the couch.

you were in too much of a haze to notice that soon after, toji came inside of you a second time. he didn’t pull out at first, instead opting to lay his head against your sweaty skin, pressing kisses. he realized that you would be completely gone for a bit, after that, so he was gentler with you. he pulled out, watching his cum slowly dribble from your hole after the two creampies he gave you. not wanting you to sit in your own fluids, picked you up and brought you to his room, putting you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before tucking you in.

he went back downstairs, eyes locked on the mess you made on the couch. a soft whistle escaped as he plucked your lashes off the sofa and put them on the table.

you probably wouldn’t become his girlfriend yet; but you damn for sure weren’t going anywhere now.

[lingeriae]

DEEP

synopsis - being fuck buddies with geto suguru has got to be one of the worst(best) decision you have ever made, especially since you have feelings for said man. ( inspired by deep by summerwalker)

warnings! - cursing, smut, use of n-word, fwb to lovers-ish, angst, fluff, happy ending (or it there?).

parings - geto suguru x black! reader

You try not to make eye-contact with the male infront of you, his arms crossed over his chest as he slouched spreading out his long legs infront of him. From the eyes glaring into your skull, you could tell he was staring at you and he couldn't care less if anyone noticed how hard he was staring.

He looked good, and you had no doubt he smelled good either although you hadn't been all up on him to know if that was true or not.

But Suguru always smelled good, you knew that and you'd bet that bitch who was rubbing all up on him knew it too. She had on a neon-green tube top, with a black leather mini-skirt to match it, her sliver nose stud glistened under the lights as you watched her move closer to your man-

'huh?'

You immediately ended your train of thoughts there, deciding to get up and find yourself a drink because of how delusional you sounded.

"Ima go get me something to drink," you tapped Shoko on her shoulder before getting up, leaning up to whisper in her ears so she could hear, "be right back."

She nodded, turning back to a blushing Utahime which made you giggle knowing Shoko was defininetly gonna hit that tonight. As you walked you pulled down the shorts that was riding up your ass, sucking your teeth as it just rode back up.You finally made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for something strong that would make you forget the thoughts you had from earlier.

Bending over to open the draw at the bottom, the feeling of someone coming up an pressing into your ass causing you to gasp and stand up straight, your plump lips immediately set to cuss out the bitchass who thought that was a bright idea. Turning around, you immediately sucked your teeth at the person looking back at you,

"I know your mama taught you better than that." you said, turning back to the fridge to grab the beer you wanted and trying not to make the warmth from the male behind you cloud your judgement. Suguru grinned, his eyes creasing around the corners and his smile lines appeared causing you to clear your throat at the warmth that spread inside of you unexpectedly.

"And I know I taught you better than to ignore me." he replied, grin still on his face as he looked down at you watching how you fiddled with the top of your beer nervously and twisted your glossed lips. Something he noticed you always did while being confronted. You rolled your neck, and Geto mentally prepared himself for the attitude you were about to give him, placing his hands inside the pocket of his sweatpants as he watched you fold your arms as if to intimidate him.

The thought made his lips tilt up for a spilt second,

"Well, im sorry ian wanna interupt you and your little 'friend'."

Suguru paused at your comment, tilting his head to the side his eyes narrowing at you. "If your jealous, say that."

You almost broke your neck because of how fast you looked up at him, your eye twitching as you repeated the word jealous over and over in your head. Sucking your teeth you looked Geto up and down,

"Nigga please, jealous? You aint even my man talking bout some 'jealous'." You side stepped him, your eyes rolling as you continued to cuss him out under your breath. "Dick aint even that good, witcho bitchass."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you immediately regreted it. A sinking feeling appeared in your stomach as you prayed he didn't hear what you said only to curse under your breath at his response.

"Oh, word?" you didn't know what made your face heat up, the tone of his voice, how close he was to you, or the look in his eyes. Sun-kissed skin almost feeling like it was turning red because of how hot it was getting, and you subtly tried to press your thighs togther as you kept eye-contact with the black haired man, biting your plump lips at the expression on his face.

Suguru leaned in closer, his hair that was out of it's usual bun brushing causing the strands to brush against your cheeks, his lips so close to touching yours. He placed one hand on the counter behind you, while the other moved to push you up against him, his hands feeling up your ass as he had you right were he wanted you.

"You're being so bratty, but don't worry i'll fix that shit soon enough." and just like that he backed away from you, checking you out before turning and walking away leaving you with your chest heaving and your thighs pressed tightly together as a ache started to form between your legs.

For the rest of the night you were anxious, wondering what Suguru was going to do and making sure to constantly dodge him for the rest of the night, and it was working, mostly.

"Hey guys, m'gonna head out now I got things to do in the morning and I be damned if I wake up with a headache." you said, waving goodbye to everyone as you walked out of the house preparing to call an uber.

An arm wrapped itself around your waist, briging you into a firm chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" you tensed, not looking behind you as you tried to keep your straight as you swiped through instagram.

"Im going home Geto."

Suguru licked his lips as he looked down at you, his chest vibrating as he laughed before grabbing your hand leading you towards his car.

"W-what the fuck? bro, let me go. Geto im not playin with you right now, let me go." you struggled against his grip, feeling as his hands tightened around your wrist but not tight enough to hurt you.

He opened the door waiting for you to get in while you stood there staring at him with your arms crossed and your plump lips turned down into a scowl. Sighing, Suguru rubbed the bridge of his nose becoming irritated with your behaviour.

"Get in the car, Y/n."

"Fuck you."

"Later, baby." he flashed you a grin before his face got stern again, "Now get in the car, before I haul your pretty ass in myself." you stared at him for a good minute before sucking your teeth and rolling your eyes, moving inside of his car with a huff as you sat down. Smiling the male closed the door beore jogging around to his side of the car.

The car was silent as Suguru droved you home, you stared out the window refusing to look or talk to him while he drove with his hand place firmly on your thigh, herefused to move it even after your attempts at pushing it off, and the other one on the wheel. He sighed as he stopped at a traffic light, turning to look at you who stubbornly refused to look at him.

"Wanna tell me what the fuck I did?" He said, rubbing circles in your thighs you turned to look him up and down, "Nothing."

Suguru sucked his teeth, glaring at you. You could see he was becoming fustrated with you, which made you even more upset because how dare he.

"If it's not nothing why the fuck are you acting like this?" Turning to face him more you returned his glare, your eyes begining to water as you look at him. "Why the fuck you care so much? You aint care when you was with that bitch declining my calls."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you, his chest hurting as he saw how hard you were trying to hold back your tears. "What the fuck are you talking about, Y/n?" You kissed your teeth at him, shaking your head. "Ion even wanna talk to you right now."

"Nah, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Forcing yoursel to laugh, you turned yourself back around no longer facing him. "I just find it funny how you feeding me all this fake shit, just to be up in other bitches faces. Having me calling you just for you to be up in some randoms pussy and having me look like a clown."

The car got silent as Suguru looked at you, waiting for you to show any sign that you were joking. He sighed opening his mouth to answer you only for a car horn to interupt him making him realize the traffic light had turned green again. As you reached to your house you were immediately out of the car, slamming the door as you got out and trying to walk fast so that the male behind you couldn't catch up.

You stopped halfway as he grabbed your wrist, refusing to turn towards him so that he could see the tears in your eyes.

"I don't know what somebody said to you, but baby, I promise that the only pussy I been in is yours and all this shit im feeding is not fake."

Sniffing you turn towards him, unlocking your phone before shoving it in his face. "How you gon explain this then?" He took the phone from your hand, staring down at it with a crease in his eyebrow. Shaking his head SUgur looked back up at you, "Mama this picture is old, where did you get this?"

"Some bitch sent it to me on instagram, thought I should know what you get up to when you tell me your busy." You say, sass evident inyour body language. "How I know your not lying?"

"I can't prove im not lying you just gotta trust me on this," he releases your wrist to hold unto your waist, bringing you closer to him only to be stopped by you bringing your palms to his chest.

"What about you declining my calls?" you feel your core heat up because of the way the way Suguru was looking at you. Eyes low lidded and a little glossy, roaming your figure ever chance he got his held unto your wrist as you lay your palms against his chest feeling how fast his heart was beating from your touch alone, he licked his lips as he noticed your eyes on him before the turned up into a lazy grin. "My phone was dead because I forgot to charge it. You would've know that if you didn't block me."

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarassment, allowing Geto to bring your wrists up to his lips placing a kiss on them, before drawing you in closer by your hips. His kissed the side of your neck causing you to grip his shirt, without having his touch for several days you were now weakened by it no longer touch-starved because of his lack of touvh. Suguru drageed his lips against the side of your neck, smirking at how sensitive you were, he brought his lips to your ears and you suddenly felt hot all over at his next words.

"You were being so mean at that party tonight, think you should make it up to me, don't you?"

"W-wait! Sugu-aah!"

The brutal thrust that the man behind you were giving could almost be desrcibed as animalistic. The grip he had on your hips never letting up as the other forced you to keep your arch.

"Wait on what baby? You keep my pussy away from me, and what me to wait? taah must be fucking crazy."

"m'sorry, s-swear jus-fuck! hold on!" Geto yanked you back into him, a squeal leaving your lips at the feeling, "Where you going, baby? Thought the dick wasn't that good? Why you runnin from it?"

"m-m'sorry da! i am-i am! mmm, best dick I ever had I swear!"

A grin stretched across Suguru's face at your words, giving your plump brown ass a smack before giving you a thrust that definetly hit the spot, "I know baby, just needed this dick to fuck some sense into you." Nodding your head in agreement, you repeated the male's name over and over mesmorized by how good he was making you feel.

"Keep on forgettin that t's your dick, and your's alone. Just like this pussy is mine." He brought his hand to rub at your clit, a whine falling from your lips as you held his hand,

"y-yeah, it's your's a-all your's papa."

There was no use begging for him to take it slow, only to submit to his brutually fast a deep strokes. Your hands are now held above your head because of you trying to get him to slow down but to know avail.

you fucked yourself back on him, listening to the groan he let out and feeling how he tightened his grip on your hair before pushing your face down against the pillow, watching how his cock drilled in and out of you in a fluid motion the sight almost making him dizzy. As he felt himself about to cum he turned you over, wanting to see your face.

He watched how your titties bounced up with each thrust, then to your face and how it was screwed up due to pleasure a little drool passing your lips as you out moans, telling Suguru how good he's fucking you and not to stop.

You came first, and Geto followed right after placing a kiss on your lips as he pulled out. "Suguru, I love you."

He froze up, looking down at you through his hair, which you had pulled out of the makeshift ponytail he put up. A smile soon took over his face as he kissed you again, humming against your lips.

"I love you too."

[hilziger]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓡𝓢 + 𝓢𝓐𝓘𝓝𝓣𝓢 (fucktober horror nights ft Cody Rhodes )

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WARNINGS: [ sexual acts done in a church, thick black reader, sunshine x grumpy relationship trope, pet names, praise and shaming kink, slutty asf !, (sexual nun costume (?) explicit themes, degrading kink.]

Taglist[ @juceynightmare @southerngirl41 @technicallymiaa comment to be added (:] shout out to technicallymiaa cause this is inspired by a devante swing imagine she wrote which was SO MF GOOD OMFG.

❝ TAKE YOU DOWN ANOTHER LEVEL

GOT YOU DANCIN WITH THE DEVIL.❞

The streets felt like they were spinning as the young girl strolled the breezy fall sidewalk drunkenly as she finally reached the back steps of the chapel. Her feet were aching in pain and her head pounded with the pink Whitney she consumed as she leaned against the door to catch her breathe for a moment.

“ugh I wished Cody could've came with me” she pouted to herself, she went to this Halloween party alone due to this last-minute trunk or treat Cody had to host for the kids at his stepfather's Catholic church, she felt slightly upset but not for long as she had a pretty decent time at this function. She opened the back door walked inside and up three small steps before her eyes met the back of Cody's head and body seated at the piano.

The sounds of her kitten heels echoed throughout the chapel as she slowly approached him wrapping her arms around the male's slightly buffed frame. “Had fun?” he asked his eyes not coming off a program pamphlet he must have made earlier today, the women drunkenly giggled before kissing his cheek lightly, “Once the drinks started flowing yes, but it would've been so much better with you there codes” her speech was slurred before she removed herself from him placing her small purse ontop of the Grand piano.

“Well you know I have my duties here darling, I wasn't really expecting this to come up but you know my mom and how she loves throwing me into things” he took his visions off the paper for a brief second as he looked at the women he proudly called his girlfriend, she looked captivating as usual but something caused codys heart to pause. A nun costume? Your Brown luminescent skin glistened under the stage light from the cocoa butter and body lava she frequently put on.

the gown stopped just above her knees, her hair was in a slick back puff but the hood still draped her head, and lastly, her glossy, sticky black lip gloss coated her plumped lips, Cody was lost for words as Y/n went inside her mini purse to pull out a cherry jolly rancher to suck on, all he could think was sinister, wicked things he wanted to do to her in this insane costume.

A nun?

A nun?

Nun?

NUN

Nun…..?!

“Hellloooo?? Earth to Cody” She waved her hands in his face snapping him out of his mini trance, his eyes examined her briefly before arching his eyebrow. “ care to explain your outfit?” she spun and twirled lazily around him giggling before she stood in between his legs, “well I wore it as a joke for you if you would've came but you know how that ended up” she shrugged before returning over to the piano leaning against it.

Cody rolled his eyes feeling the annoyance creep into him as she continued her games with him, he knew she played too much but to this degree? Walking in here at this hour of the night mocking nuns and sisters? He wanted to be mad but his body burned and his dick swelled up at the thought of bending you over relentlessly and taking you so sinfully in the middle of the moonlit church.

“You think you’re so amusing huh?” He taunted slowly getting up and walking towards her to trap her body against the piano. Her black acrylic nails grabbed lightly at Cody’s baby pink satin tie, looking up at him both innocently yet lustfully as if she were non verbally asking to get fucked right then and there, “ shamefully I’ve sorta wanted to dress as a cute nun nothing more” a sly smirk plastered her face feeling the grip Cody had on her waist slightly get tighter, “you and your games Y/n.. if you wanted to get fucked in the chapel like a whore why didn’t you say so?”.

That statement alone forced her to pull his tie attaching her plumped lips to him, the jolly rancher swapped between the two lovers' mouths shrinking in size as they passionately made out. Cody hungrily and desperately bit on her bottom lip as he slithered his palm to her throat gripping her gently before pulling away.

His blue orbs scanned her before ripping the black lace off her dripping arousal, Y/n's cheeks burned with cynosure as she was left exposed to Cody, the sounds of him unbuckling his pants burned her with anticipation as he hiked her body up while he pumped his length in his hand. the evident veins popping as she turned her head away being forced to look at him as his hand held her chin. “ don't worry you'll get what you want in just a minute bunny” his tip graced your tight pink opening, your wetness instantly coating Cody’s tip as she softly moaned at the teasing before without warning shoving all of his 8 inches into her tight arousal.

She gasped as she watched him loosen his tie taking it off, a evil smirk graced Cody’s lips fully bottoming into her womb hearing a relaxed groan from him . “ look at you, already pathetic for me, you stupid little nun”. THRUST, Cody slammed his hips into yours after that statement, your eyes big as saucers trying to hold on as Cody thrusted hardly into you again getting a quick porn like moan out of you.

“Codes wait-“ he wasted no time thrusting against Y/n once more, before smashing his lips onto hers and beginning to rhythmically thrust into you getting nothing but loud exotic moans, Cody smiled against his lover's lips moaning sounds of his own trailing his hand up her costume more pulling out her breasts as he fondled with her right nipple.

“You're taking me so good bunny.. Fuck you're so tight” he gritted through his teeth, all you could do was breathlessly whimper and moan under Cody's Sinful punishing, her black lip gloss was now smeared across her lips as she watched him slowly place his tie around her neck, pulling it down to slowly tighten it to produce a comforting choking sensation. “ f-fuck.. Cody please” you whimpered before he wrapped the satin around his fist bringing your small head up by pulling it.

His eyes looked dark as if Cody wasn't in his body anymore, Y/n gulped as she looked him dead in his eyes, her puffy lips pouted as he slowed his strokes down smirking down at her, “What's the matter baby? Im going too slow for your liking? My slut wants to be fucked harder?” the feeling of his dick began to speed up in strokes, and she whimpered rolling her eyes slightly biting her bottom lip.

“S-Shit..! You fuck me so good Cody!” she moaned out taking his now strong-hitting strokes as he continuously hit her G-spot, her mascara ran down her face, her hood was now off, and her edges slightly rising up as Cody fucked her into overstimulation. Cody’s thrust started to pick up sloppily, digging himself as deep as he could watching her stomach begin to bulge out as he dummy fucked her on top of the piano.

“my pretty bunny.. F-fuck you're gonna make me cum” Her walls clenched down on him gradually as she was close to her peak as well, squeals and begs escaped from her as if felt Cody was fucking all the sins out of her viscously, and her tears streamed down her face in pain and pleasure, finally screaming out in a gut-busting orgasm.

“Fuck im cumming! Oh yes, Cody!!” a series of screams and praises emitted from her as her squirt shot out of her like a water gun, it hit Cody on the chest soaking herself and him up.

A door opened from the front of the chapel revealing what seemed to be the Priest, Cody’s stepfather, “ Hey Codes I been looking for-” you moaned loudly before Cody sloppily kissed your lips, your eyes made contact with the Priest having a naughty smirk on your face pulling away from Cody.

“Why hello Father”

[alessabriel]

Deep kisses

Summary: no matter the occasion they can't resist eating your mouth, and it's on any occasion.

Characteres: RAN HAITANI, RINDOU HAITANI, Hanma Shuji, Sanzu|Akashi Haruchiyo, DRAKEN|RYUGUJI KEN, Mitsuya Takashi, Smiley|Kawata Nahoya, MIKEY|ANO MANJIRO, Sano Shinichiro, BAJI KEISUKE, Kisaki Tetta.

Cw. content warning: graphic descriptions, smut, implicit and explicit nudity, dirt, etc. Side note: I feel it went a little slow or lost focus at some point, repeated words, but we are rusty at writing smut.

is somewhat based on the post: @animeangel21 of this esteemed and very creative person if we are honest.

Haitani Ran.

Your plush and plump lips always seduced him without the need to flirt, he just admired them and something inside him revolted to attack them, to kiss them to exhaustion but at that moment he could not violate your sweet mouth because you were too busy, busy with his cock between your lips.

You knew how to weaken his knees.

Kneeling in front of your boyfriend and your hands handling his long, fat, big length at will and admiring how it glistened from the pre-seminal fluid that coated him along with your strawberry gloss, you could feel on the skin of your shoulders the trembling that ran up and down your boyfriend's legs. It filled you with pride to make him tremble with just a few kisses and caresses, because it was just a preparation. With amusement you showed your tongue to Ran who watched you from above with her eyes barely open before running your tongue along his cock tracing the sensitive, swollen veins, savoring the warm aftertaste and diluted flavor of your strawberry gloss.

"I love your cock Ran" you whimpered as you flicked your tongue over the tip of his cock, you spread your legs even wider and wiggled your hips uselessly in the air seeking friction which you got from your panties "And it's all mine."

Ran felt herself faint as she watched you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, between those plush lips and sucked. He felt your fucking wet tongue playing with the sensitive skin of his penis and how you were slowly pushing it in further rubbing it a little with your teeth, he hissed at the contact and couldn't control his hands that rested on your head feeling the softness of your hair. Her hands trembled as you swallowed around it without taking it out of your mouth, you licked and sucked, she could feel the coolness of your saliva descend to his balls by how it increased the movement of your head.

"F-fucking doll, a-that's it, like that keep swallowing my cock" hissed sensitive Ran as you lowered your head so far down on his cock that you rubbed his base and he felt even weaker at the knees as your fingers gently massaged his balls.

If Ran thought that blowjob was his undoing it was completely unknown when you began to bob your head up and down on his cock ignoring your gag reflex and he decided to help you. Ever so carefully with his trembling hands he grabbed the sides of your head to fuck your mouth, he listened to your muffled moans and groans as you clawed at his thighs and your throat closed around his fat tip. Maybe it was how gorgeous you looked sucking his cock or how your crystallized eyes watched him with such adoration even as he had his cock deep in your throat but he couldn't tell when he felt that unmistakable sensation run all the way through him to empty himself into your little throat.

He knew you perfectly well and knew you would eat him to show him what a good girl you were, he knew you well.

You felt the hot creamy liquid in your mouth and part of your throat you struggled to swallow it but Ran pulled you up suddenly leaving you in his lap to attack your still open mouth. You failed to stop your moaning groan as he ran his mouth smearing, sucking and sharing his cum between the two of you. You clung tightly to his bare back as you struggled equally with his tongue feeling the mess of cum and saliva, you wanted to savor it alone.

Ran tasted his own cum on your tongue a pleasant taste, you deserved no less but he always watched you gladly run his cum down your throat until it disappeared to show him at the end your nice clean little mouth already without his semen. He couldn't help but get more excited, you kissed exquisitely.

"I-I wanted to swallow it alone R-ran" you said still excited but sulking.

And it might have had a better effect if you didn't have your lips so swollen and bathed in a combination of saliva and cum next to your sweet pussy rubbing on his cock, but it was one of the many scenes Ran loved to memorize you in.

"You are such a greedy girl my love but there is more I wanted to taste my sweet angel eat only the best."

Haitani Rindou.

He had memorized the most sensitive parts of your body since you had allowed him to worship you in intimacy like everywhere else, and fuck if he knew how much you loved milking him for all he was worth, sucking the life out of his cock and clinging to his hips burying your sharp nails into his flesh. Rindou felt your warm wet mouth receive him on every needy onslaught he created, holding his weight on the bed with both arms enjoying the burn in his muscles and your sloppy sucking, you knew how he liked it.

"Come on pretty girl use that tight throat of yours" instructed in a baritone voice Rindou as he thrust deeper into the hot cavern of your mouth, feeling his tip pierce the entrance of your throat into the tight, narrow channel of your throat. You hissed in surprise as your significantly smaller hands grabbed his ass pushing him down as if you wished he would choke you "You adore your boyfriend's cock don't you? That's right, take what belongs to you beautiful."

With both hands you pushed your boyfriend further down your throat, that he would choke you with his cock and you enjoyed touching his buttocks, you didn't manage to stop yourself when you slid your nails across the semi covered skin of his ass by how his fingers plugged your nose out of nowhere when he sheathed himself completely in your mouth feeling how he took up so much space and made you want to puke. You couldn't breathe, it was sweet agony and it went on for a few minutes where you swallowed around the intrusion so long and so rich, in desperation you clawed his ass even harder for air.

Rindou knew he was being cruel, but for how you scratched him in order to mark him and bring him closer ignored how the air was scarce for you, how between scratching you still caressed him touching his ass which in your words was so attractive and how plus you ate his cock. He felt your throat begin to close and you began to retch so hard that you began to expel his cock from your tight throat so counting the seconds in his mind he pulled his cock out of your mouth listening as you inhaled and exhaled with some desperation but still searching for his cock with an annoyed pout, he adored you with all his being.

You are so cute, good, kind and somewhat shy that no one would imagine how dirty you were with your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

Before you could beg him a pair of somewhat parched but moist lips suddenly shocked you to feel his wet tongue brushing your open mouth. He was running his wet tongue around your mouth collecting the pre-seminal fluid and you eagerly opened your mouth to receive from his dirty mouth his saliva and the pre-seminal fluid that he sucked from your mouth. You were kissing in such a dirty way, smearing saliva and caressing your tongues without even closing your mouths.

"R-rinie" you sobbed still feeling him rubbing his tongue with yours, you squeezed your legs together until you felt some satisfaction in your pussy "I-I want cock, y-your cock."

Rindou smiled as he admired you with your pretty tongue out, you were so drunk with just sucking his cock and a make out session.

"You have a sweet tooth girl" mockingly insulted the older one before kissing your wet tongue and sucking it feeling his own taste, it was not unpleasant and he considered it perfect he had modified his diet so that his semen was not unpleasant for you. What he was doing to love you and to always keep you satisfied, though you both enjoyed it "But don't worry I am with your pussy too."

Hanma Shuji.

There was a bustle in the gathering, somewhat annoying white noise that failed to distract Hanma from you; his gorgeous tender and certainly somewhat reserved girl under the table with her mouth open on his cock placing her lips stretched close to his base, his cock was all the way down. I could feel you sucking his cock so languidly and peacefully, you were so relaxed warming his cock that I could tell you could fall asleep out of nowhere. You had done it before and he had woken you up with his fingers in your pussy, these were hot sessions where you would see who would cum first. Between the discomfort of hearing something disadvantageous and ridiculous he focused on you, his beloved partner who would open your eyes every now and then to look up at him from your spot under the table on a soft cushion for your legs, resting your head on his thigh, so relaxed and calm almost sleepy.

Everyone in the gathering knew you were under the table but because of the gun sitting on the table without the safety put inches away from his dominant hand no one would dare say anything about it, not since the last one had hinted at sharing to the sleepy eyed girl who took a bullet between the eyebrows in front of the whole Kanto ManjiKai gang and in front of his girlfriend.

With extreme care Hanma removed your cock from your mouth watching as a trickle of saliva and sticky clear liquid attached your sweet mouth to his cock, Your flimsy struggle to seek back his cock amused him in an endearing way as he knew how horny you were but with a chuckle he urged you to sit up until you were sitting on his lap with your skimpy clothes barely covered by the gang jacket that hid the black lace and soft fabric that made up your dark toned lingerie from prying eyes, with a smile he kissed you not caring how you were so relaxed sucking his cock before, that managed to excite him even more. He made sure that his kiss distracted you enough, running over your sweet lips and the inside of your little mouth feeling how you reciprocated the kiss so enthusiastically. In the middle of that kiss he sweetly slid even sideways those almost transparent panties not before making sure to caress the plump lips of your pussy not forgetting to press your hard little pearl receiving a sweet moan from you and finally impaling you with his cock feeling your wet pussy accept it with some reluctance and wet noises, delighting everyone at the fucking table with your needy whimpers.

"Could you hurry this up my angel I want you to fuck her and you bastards are making her wait" you ungraciously accused catching the wandering glances of some worthless ones that with one look from you scared everyone along with your gun you held in your dominant hand "And my angel does not forgive".

Whimpering and needy you rubbed yourself a little turning your hips over his lap savoring the sweet stretch with a little ache at how he took up so much space in your pussy, how he filled your insides to the max feeling somewhat full as you almost felt him that he couldn't get any further into your rubbery walls but for how he accommodated you better indicating you with motions to lean back fully on his muscular chest leaving you room in the hollow of his neck, your favorite place to hide your little face and you did, you clung with your arms to his torso burying your nails in his covered back and moved as close as possible to his ear to kiss it before whispering, you were clenching just thinking about what you would say.

"Kill them all Shuji" you whispered low feeling his cock pulsing inside you "Because of them you can't fuck me."

The sound of the gun triggering several times and how he kissed your hundred made you drip on his cock, you were so wet.

"I told you so my angel doesn't forgive."

Sanzu | Akashi Haruchiyo.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, enjoying your soft and delicate touches which was the antithesis of how you went up and down the length of his cock like you hated yourself, but it was the rhythm you loved to have on his cock making sure you couldn't talk the next day. Sanzu loved it, he always ended up hypersensitive and dry, you milked him for all he was worth.

"F-fucking gods baby" moaned and group the Akashi feeling your tight throat squeezing the thickness of his cock between velvety wet walls "You love it don't you?"

With a wet and watery snap the feminine let the cock rebound out of her mouth impacting on her husband's marked abdomen, resenting the slight burning in your throat you took a deep breath and affirmed to the question while sucking your lips without wasting any of its taste, you didn't want to miss anything but your boyfriend's lips distracted you completely by how he sucked your lips to invade your mouth completely, you could feel him how he wanted to fuck your mouth with his tongue and shared everything you milked from his cock.

They were just like that.

Sanzu also tasted himself in your sweet mouth, a taste of you and the one he had learned to love because he had little interest in sucking your soul through your mouth even when you had his seed in your mouth. He adored those kisses, when you completely forgot how your little mouth was full of what he adored eating you alone and you shared it with him in such a dirty kiss, he couldn't externalize how much he adored you.

"I adore your lips my love, I love you."

Draken | Ryuguji Ken.

I don't imagine that your nice visit to drop off his lunch at his shop will lead him to be on the damn motorcycle he was fixing with you kneeling in front of him with your pretty lips around his length swallowing hard, and yet despite that I could see how your pretty eyes shed tears, tears that only turned him on more. The very image of you on your knees in front of him made him wild for you, only you.

"You were so kind to bring me my lunch angel" praised the black haired major guiding his fingers to wipe away your tears, taking with his thumb those elusive crystalline droplets dripping from your long lashes to suck his thumb savoring the saltiness in them listening to you half choking and sobbing on his cock "That I forgot to ask you if you had already eaten, I see you hadn't" he teased with amusement.

Draken delicately tucked your silky hair behind your ears glimpsing the sparkling gemstones in the earrings he gave you just a few days ago, he knew that color would increase your shine because everything managed to show it off better than anyone else. Once your hair was well behind your ears with smooth movements he created a ponytail with your hair that he held with his dominant hand and with an experimental tug he checked that you were indeed following the movements by how you pulled back on its length. And with that he started pulling your hair to free a good part of his cock from your wet mouth and pushed you back against it to swallow it all the way down your throat where he felt you squeezing it impossibly tighter almost expelling it out because it was so tight, tight and your gagging significantly less than before, so much time sucking it was creating a bit of resistance to your gag reflex although he wouldn't deny that he loved hearing you gagging every time you swallowed his cock. The pleasure was making you shudder and your muscles tense, you felt him so close you were rolling your eyes at how you were trying harder to suck when you had just the tip between your lips soaked in his pre-seminal fluid.

"K-ken in my mouth, P-please" you asked needily even as you felt the slight pain from how he guided you by your hair and the burning in your throat "In m-my mouth."

The older man could only smile at your barely whispered request over the tip of his cock, you were giving him licks for how you couldn't lodge it in your mouth and part of your throat. Draken forcefully pulled your hair down so that you lifted your head up catching as you held your pretty tongue out waiting for something, and that filled him with excitement you were such a dirty and horny girl. Watching your cute and sexy scene he put some saliva in his mouth giving you apparently a signal by the way you got more comfortable as you pulled a little more of your pink tongue out of your waiting lips and with that he dropped a drop of saliva.

"Don't swallow precious slut" instructed Draken taking his left hand on his cock to masturbate on your pretty little face, he could almost see your bright heart shaped eyes by the way you looked hungrily at his cock but that drove him more, the pleasure coursed through them almost numbing him but that only added to it. He had never been so turned on by anyone before but you, your very image and caresses drove him crazy, with a grunt he sped up his hand on his cock until it spilled over your mouth and part of your little face, he admired how you were about to close your mouth but still with his hard cock he forcelessly slapped the mess in your mouth "I think I told you not to swallow my beautiful slut, didn't I? Or does just the sight of my cock make you dumb?"

Your answer was a broken sob, you felt the hot mess on your tongue and how it dripped little by little into your mouth, how drops of cum had fallen on the skin of your face but you couldn't use your hands, you were so needy you didn't know when you started to shed tears again but you felt how your partner's fingers picked up what stained your face and smeared it on your lips before kissing you. You were surprised but not amazed, you had kissed before with your fluids or his cum in your mouths but it was always thrilling as well as exciting, you had known men who wouldn't even kiss you after giving them a blow job but Draken could suck the life out of your mouth even when you had his cum in your mouth.

And they both trusted each other.

Draken hadn't been able to resist your beautiful mouth nor your swollen lips, he knew there was a mess but having dirty kisses like that with you just turned him on too much almost feeling overstimulated and the way you clung to his neck tightly indicated that you loved it. He tasted you on his tongue as well as his cum and it was fucking hot stuff, before laying you down on the floor a thud made them cut the kiss short but not let go.

"The bike Ken" you reported looking over his shoulder as the bike had fallen off its stand backwards.

And indeed Draken looked at it, it had fallen because of the movement earlier that left it unstable on the stand but right now he cared little about it he had plenty of time to fix it.

"That will be later, now just kiss me pretty girl."

Mitsuya Takashi.

It had all started with you in front of him adjusting the suit you had given him, a suit he had praised before on a date they had passed near a boutique and weeks later you had given him the suit in his favorite shades. He had been thrilled and even more thrilled by the stupidly beautiful bouquet of flowers that came with the box and a note quoting him on a certain day for a special dinner. You were charming and detail oriented, you made him blush with just a flirtatious and discreet smile but at times you showed off, genuinely it had started out harmlessly but ended with your mouth almost sealed on the base of his cock you hadn't even pulled his clothes down you had only unzipped his fly to get his hard cock out.

And there was only about 25 minutes left, enough to milk him in your words.

Your head was going up and down his hard cock, you didn't let a single drop fall on his pants or your even dress on his suit. You just had to get his erection down so he wouldn't attract stares before you left the apartment, but you were getting so turned on that your panties were soaking wet what you would give to have Takashi's long fingers in your pussy.

"A-love we w-will be late" moaned Mitsuya stiflingly clutching your hands on his body, I admired from above how you were elegantly on your knees without wrinkling your dress too much mate to his suit and you were straining on his cock sucking it, though by how your hips moved almost imperceptibly they were even but the pleasure gave him whiplash that made him hunch over as his cock quivered in your mouth and his body too, your fingers clawed over his t-shirt hard as he spilled completely down your throat without warning feeling you squeeze his cock even tighter by how you milked him for all he was worth, sucking him hard "Fucking d-god."

With a wet 'pop' you let his clean cock out of your mouth and swallowed it all down without spitting it out, it tasted nice and if you dared to do so it would splatter his clothes that was the last thing you wanted. You cleared your throat a little before bringing the wetness around your lips with your fingers to your mouth where you sucked the rest and without missing a beat you kissed the head of Takashi's cock before pulling his boxers up properly and getting fully incorporated.

"You are so sexy" complimented the taller one looking down at you smiling, your lips moist and a little swollen from the kisses earlier and how he had stretched a little over the thickness of his cock. You were so attractive in his eyes that he couldn't stop himself from kissing you, chaste kisses that gave him a taste of your flavor that got louder and louder until he managed to suck your tongue into his mouth eagerly as you had before letting you go even more dazed "I wish I could take that damn dress off and fuck you right now."

"Takashi it will be getting to us later, won't it?"

"Coming from our dinner I will fuck you in every part of the house" sensually threatened the taller one clinging to your waist before kissing you again "Even in the sale with the curtains open, your dress under your cute tits and my cock buried in that wet pussy my love"

"I'll hold you to that promise sweetheart"

Smiley | Kawata Nahoya.

Smiley rammed your little mouth almost as if he hated you, pulling back fast to push his cock into your mouth just as quickly using you as a fucking fleshlight which was what you had asked him to do earlier. He was pressing down on your throat with one hand, your pretty head hanging off the edge of the bed upside down and redoubled his efforts as he saw how your little fingers were under your shorts. He was nothing away from holding your legs and eating your pussy properly but his orgasm coursed through him breaking him completely, with one hard onslaught he filled your mouth with his cum and released your throat.

"That's it doll don't waste a drop" Smiley instructed smiling as he saw you barely in yourself, you were dazed and somewhat drunk, almost like when he was lost in your delicious pussy.

Before he could move you as he wished Smiley heard the fucking apartment lock open, he recognized his brother's footsteps and quickly moved you so you were sitting opposite him and sealed his lips with yours proving himself, he had to disappear his seed from your mouth before his brother came upstairs to see you. You had left before your turn because of how your ankle hurt from a recent fall, he covered you with his body and held you tightly by your chubby cheeks sharing what you had in your mouth, when the door to his room opened you pressed more against his body covering his naked cock.

"Smi- oh sorry for interrupting" apologized Angry embarrassed at the sight of his sister in law and brother kissing, he slammed the door shutting it before running away.

Ignoring that Smiley continued kissing you, licking and rubbing his tongue on yours sharing everything before cutting the kiss short.

"One day Angry will see you with your balls inside me Smiley, you should lock your door asshole."

"What's the thrill of that?"

With a pout you groped his bare and still sensitive cock in retaliation hearing his involuntary squeal.

"Ya doll! I get it!"

"I don't think so because you're still hard."

Mikey | Sano Manjiro.

Kiss after kiss Mikey felt you more uneasy, cold hands running over his skin under his shirt to the edge of his pants, trembling fingers. He could only smile he knew your needs well, after all you had accompanied him all the way even now when Kanto ManjiKai was soaked in blood and crime, you didn't care you just hugged him to your chest as if he was fragile.

Keeping you satisfied, healthy and content was the least you deserved.

I could feel Sanzu's sharp gaze on both of you but you cared little or nothing for how you lavished wet kisses from the corner of his lips to his neck where you bit and sucked hard with the clear intention of marking him since apparently the tattoo of your initials over his heart wasn't enough, I understood why he felt it too.

"Do you want Sanzu to look angel?" the blond questioned you with a deep voice.

You left your task of marking him aside to see Sanzu standing in front of the doors, you could see how he had reddish cheeks and hands behind his back, in your intense gaze Mikey hugged you even more to his side kissing you back coaxing you to hurry up and decide.

"Yes Jiro, I want you to take a closer look if you don't mind?" you replied finally looking your partner in the eyes, eyes black and shining in a dark way.

You knew how much your partner had changed over the years but you couldn't love him any less, every day you fell more in love and perhaps you sinned of being morally grey and questionable but little did you care, no one else would kill for you like him.

"You know it doesn't bother me, after all he loves to look at his Reyna doesn't he Sanzu?"

You still felt somewhat self-conscious (no longer jealous since Sanzu was like a bodyguard of sorts) at how Sanzu seemed to adore Miley but that adoration extended to you, how he looked at you full of absolute adoration and as if begging for praise. But it was certainly nice, maybe a little arousing the way Mikey fondled your tits over your clothes and Sanzu kept his eye on nothing.

"Yes my King."

With that answer you felt Mikey's chest rumble with his laughter, a damn laugh that made you squeeze your legs together and rub them together, you were looking for some friction that wasn't from Mikey's fingers or Sanzu's thighs since every now and then, when Mikey was too busy not to attend to you as his girlfriend he would allow you to use Sanzu at your complete whim but you were always self-conscious and it was he who invited you to use him as your personal plaything but no, you never did without him getting some equal attention since you knew how much work he did in the gang and at Mikey's side.

"Go ahead my Reyna" prompted the pink haired one watching you hide on his Rey's shoulder, but he didn't lose track of your hand on his leader's crotch.

Mikey was frankly feeling aroused, you knew of his slight fetish for exhibitionism and apparently you enjoyed it, it was a release of power to do it in front of his subordinate and not be embarrassed. I imagined you did it on nights when he couldn't come and fuck you as you asked him to do in calls, would you fail Sanzu? Although I didn't believe it, maybe I was just rubbing your tender pussy covered by your panties and pajama shorts on his body. I could only laugh as I imagined you like that, so pampered and needy because that's the way he wanted to keep you always. Your hand on his crotch stimulated him properly and he always wondered how you could open his pants without the need for two hands but it mattered little or nothing because it was with him that you had developed that agility.

"Come on angel you know what you want don't you? Don't be ashamed now" commented the blond to the air squeezing his partner's round ass preparing the flesh for a proper stroke that made him lean forward "That's it, do as you wish, my body belongs to you."

Motivated you leaned over his lap following your intense desire and pulled down your partner's boxers letting out his fat, long cock with highlighted veins. You gave your first shy licks to the shaft holding it between your hands to tap it on your cheeks and tongue, you adored the warm and slightly salty but sweet taste of his cock. You kissed its head before putting it in your mouth feeling how it occupied the space in your mouth, filling it and little by little you were going down to go up slowly, you were preparing your mouth to speed up.

"Isn't she perfect my angel Sanzu?" asked Mikey taking you by the back of the neck to push you down until your lips brushed the fabric of his clothes.

The pink haired one just watched admiringly as his kings shared an intimate moment, he forced himself not to get an erection and it always worked perfectly for him but now when your bright eyes watched him out of the corner of your eye shedding tears that ran down your long eyelashes he was having trouble.

"Y-yes it is my King."

"You heard angel, you're perfect."

You let out a choked sob as best you could as you began to bob up and down on your partner's long fat cock, feeling it invade your oral cavity as if it was monopolizing you and filling you completely. Up and down you went, gaining speed little by little, until you were pulled up by the back of your neck and received a wet kiss from Mikey. Such a dirty, dirty, wet kiss in which you shared saliva and pre-seminal fluid.

You both could do such acts without consequences in your gangbang.

Mikey also tasted on your pink tongue and the taste of your strawberry ice cream that you had eaten before arriving at the Kanto ManjiKai headquarters. He adored kissing you in any situation that existed around both of you, as long as he could invade your little mouth, plunder your precious lips for the best even with his seed in your mouth, who wouldn't kiss his partner after he gave him a perfect blowjob? Only stupid people wouldn't.

Sano Shinichiro.

He was craving a cigarette between his lips, creating a light cloud of smoke in front of him, not so dense that he couldn't see anything but as in his memories. He hadn't smoked a cigarette for over nine months but every now and then he craved one, just one but he knew better.

You had gone out of your way to help him as well as his family.

He could remember his brothers three brothers throwing cigarettes in the trash and his grandfather destroying the stashes where he had without fail and ceremoniously kept packs for his consumption. It was complicated, he had spent years since high school smoking and now he could not consume any.

The first few months had been torture.

It was hell but if hell would endure with your little mouth on his cock I would repeat it a thousand times. Shinichiro shuddered as he felt a little of your teeth graze his sensitive cock, almost imperceptible and delicate before you pulled it completely out of your mouth.

"It's better than a cigar Shin?" questioned the female with her smile pressed on your cock.

Shinichiro melted at the sight, it was lucky he was sitting down because otherwise he would have fallen on the floor when you suddenly sheathed his entire length in your mouth, as if it was everyday. And it felt so sensitive, it always had been and it would have been an insecurity had I not seen the pleasure written all over your face when I filled your mouth with a not so rough blowjob and how long it could last compared to others you got to be with, now it was something you liked and it felt good.

"Y-yes much better m-mommy."

All at once you descended even more on his member, feeling even more turned on by the nickname. You loved it when he called you nicknames like that and clung to your shoulders, he was so malleable when you gave him a blow job. With a wet pop you let go of his cock and felt out of nowhere his hands on your cheeks and his lips on yours, he was kissing you when you still had the register of the sticky honey gushing from his cock and you clearly heard his moans.

"I-I want to cum in y-your pussy m-mommy."

Baji Keisuke.

Being in the warehouse was a common occurrence for him, when the store was slow he used to hide in there leaving his partner in front but now he was playing with time. There were about ten minutes left for his partner to return with the supplies but it was impossible for him to resist you when you arrived at his store with an airy summer dress and the new gloss he had bought you days ago. A damn flavored gloss he had found on the wish list in the online shopping app and didn't hesitate to buy you several of your favorite flavors (although at the time he didn't know they were flavored because he only remembered seeing you say they were good), but now he was completely grateful for it.

It had all started innocently enough.

A kiss on the counter and small talk, until your gaze had wandered over his body stopping at his crotch every now and then for you to lick your lips a little and that was enough to ignite a flame deep inside him. Baji had eaten you up with kisses on the way to the warehouse groping your body pressing and squeezing your flesh at will and in his own way, wishing he could be under your little dress to eat you like he should but your puppy dog eyes convinced him to let you suck his cock. And boy were you excited about it.

You were on your knees clawing at his muscular thighs with your fingers and with your mouth covering his length, you felt your lips tense a little from how they stretched around his thickness. You longed for them to be able to be home so he could rip off your dress and blow your back failing you but today was one of those busy days in the middle of the day. You sank fully onto his cock listening above your head as he asked you to stop, and with a watery 'pop' you left his cock is peace to look up at him from below still paying attention, you left little kisses.

"There are only minutes left doll and I don't want to leave you voiceless it would be suspicious" informed Baji taking his cock in his dominant hand starting to masturbate right in front of your pretty little face, that made him even more as you looked at him hungrily as if asking for more cock "So open that little mouth for me."

You obeyed and pressed your hands on your thighs keeping your head erect without closing your mouth, sticking out just a little bit your tongue watching your boyfriend masturbating on your face. You could see his expression of pleasure and how he was biting his lips to keep from moaning openly, you knew Kazutora would come at any moment. And as if timed his semen splashed on your tongue and part of your lips when you heard a car pull up in front of the store. You didn't have time for anything as Baji suddenly lifted you up kissing you without any warning, tongue to tongue and as you could barely swallow half of his seed because of how he was eating your mouth. You heard the front door open and with trembling hands you slipped his cock into his boxers and arranged his clothes properly before clinging with both arms around his neck.

"Baji- Oh my god, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you!" almost came a squeak from Kazutora.

You watched from the corner of your eye still drunk with your boyfriend's tongue in your mouth as he ran him off with a gesture to give him time, and when he ran off to where the caterers were still waiting he spanked you hard cutting off the kiss.

"Coming home you will be my dinner."

Baji wiped his lips before kissing you one last time, already in front he would drink water and wash off any traces, he wasn't nasty and felt satisfied he didn't want you to eat nasty things.

"Hurry up pretty boy."

Kisaki Tetta.

"Then we will visit my parents this week right Kisaki?" questioned the Tachibana still walking around her husband's office not interested in seeing her partner.

And internally Kisaki was thankful for that because while he didn't let between seeing anything he could tell he was sweating a little.

"Yeah, whatever now you can retire I have to work."

The Tachibana just withdrew without further ado leaving her husband in her office, after all they didn't love each other it had only been convenience to get what they both wanted and they got it.

It was sinful.

Once a few minutes had passed after Tachibana's departure, Kisaki created more space by stepping away from her desk so that you could go out underneath with slightly disheveled hair and somewhat dazed, almost sleepy.

"Does it relax you that much to suck my cock beautiful?" questioned the taller one watching you get up from the floor and Kisaki patted her lap which you climbed onto with somewhat sleepy movements, being under the desk for about 45 minutes listening to everything had numbed your legs apparently. Tetta could only laugh when you clung to her shoulders "I think so" she replied somewhat amused.

Tetta knew how cuddly you were getting after being on your knees for so long and with your mouth full, so she filled her cheeks, nose, forehead and finally her lips with kisses, having a simple taste of the pre-seminal fluid product of your attentions and without caring anything with soft movements she urged you to separate your lips a little, which you did and she put her tongue in your hot mouth being immediately reciprocated by you.

He loved kissing you, it was simple.

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My best bitch ~A Mina x Fem!reader~

Summery; You and your boyfriend are going out to celebrate Midterm finals being over with you best friend Mina. That is, your most recent secret crush Mina. But with some alcohol and a little alone time, you finally lose control…

~~*~~

Well. Midterm tests were finally over. Now everyone could go back to obsessing over upcoming regular tests, and crammming for other quizzes.

But until then, every student in the UA dorms were finding a way to celebrate. Party at their dorm, getting together with friends, making love till the sun rise, whatever.

You on the other hand, we’re heading to a bar with your boyfriend and your best friend Mina. You were actually currently in the dorm room of said best friend, getting ready.

Upbeat music played loudly form her phone, a playlist of songs that sounded like they would be the intro to an old movie as she ruffled through her closet, while you applied makeup.

You sighed, plunging the wand into the lipgloss container, making sure to coat the thing with the light pink gloss Mina and recommended.

You looked in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. You honestly didn’t need it—you were fine looking as is.

As you pulled the wand back out, Mina looked over.

“Whoa there!” She said with a silly grin, walking over. She gently took the tube out of your hands, looking at you. “Don’t drown the thing! Here, pucker up.” She said, tilting your thin up with two fingers as she puckered up as an almost-example.

You paused and looked up at her. Then down at her lips. They looked soft, and plump. Perfectly kissable. And so easy to kiss too. All you had to do was reach forward and…

You sighed and did as she asked, pushing down the urge. No. You had a boyfriend. And she was your best friend.

Mina carefully applied the gloss to your soft lips with a smile, her hand resting on your chin as she applied a bit more before looking at you with a wide smile.

“There!” Mina smiled as you tried to ignore the sudden flutter of excitement in your stomach at the feel of Mina’s skin on yours, the feel of her warm breath on your skin. This was your best friend…. “You look amazing! C’mon, we should get going!”

You sighed and stood up. Right. Your boyfriend was waiting.

You both made it out to the parking and there he stood, leaned against his car, phone in hand.

“Hey Yusuke!” You said with a bright smile adorning your features, waving to him.

He was a tall boy with short, black hair and deep green eyes that lit up one second and glinted dangerously the next. He lifted his head up with a smile as he stood up straight, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Hey babe.”

He said with a wide smile as Mina looked between you two with a light chuckle as she got into the back seat. He leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

“Mm, hey.” You said with a smile, resting a hand on his chest.

You had been with him for half a year now, and ever since then he’d been giving you…toxic almost manipulative vibes. Maybe that was just because You felt guilty for crushing on Mina though.

“Make sure I don’t drink too much, mkay?” You asked, looking up through your thickly mascara-coated eyelashes.

“Course babe…gotta stay healthy for me~.”

He said with a chuckle, giving your cheek a soft kiss as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders gently to steer you towards the car.

You noticed Mina raise her eyebrow from her spot in the back, as if she was questioning the sudden possessiveness you had never experienced from before.

You got into the passenger seat as Yusuke slipped into the driver’s seat, starting the car and started driving to the club.

~~~*~~~

Once at the club, you all got out of the car and the cool night air hit your skin. You suddenly realized the outfit you wore wasn’t exactly the warmest, but once inside things would heat up no doubt!

The three of you all went inside, the loud music pounding through your heart and ears as you all went to the bar. Yusuke leaned forward on the bartop, waving the bartender over for a drink.

“Three shots of vodka!”

You looked up at him, giving him a nervous smile. “Babe, isn’t that a bit risky?”

“Just some shots, we’ll be fine. Now relax…” He said with a warm smile as you rolled your eyes with a soft groan. He’s not a fan of being told no it seems.

The bartender places you, Mina, and Yusuke’s shots down on the bartop in front of you all.

“Just relax, have fun hon. Alright?” He gave your back a gentle pat.

You sighed and took the shot. Immediately, you had to try not to spit out the alcoholic liquid as the poison-like taste reached your tongue.

You swallowed it down with some force, wiping the corner of your lip. Then, against your better judgment, you looked over at Mina.

God she was so…ugh. All dressed up and in makeup and so fucking…shit. No. You had a boyfriend and he was right there.

You sighed and asked for another shot, downing it to get her off your mind.

Mina did the same, shaking her head at the taste. It was pretty bad, but it was better than her experiences with stronger types.

Yusuke gave another pat on your shoulder, a bit rougher than before as he downed his own shot and signaled the bartender for a beer.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He said with a chuckle as you nodded and sat down on a stool with a soft hum. The three of you sat in a quiet silence for a moment.

You sat in between the two as your thoughts ran rampant. The feel of being between the two of them made your heart flutter and skip in your chest. Sitting between your best friend Mina and your boyfriend Yusuke sent an electric feeling up your spine.

You couldn’t tell if your feelings towards Yusuke were even real at this point, the guilt of your love for your best friend weighing heavier on you as the minutes went by.

Your head was pounding. You couldn’t think, wether it was from the loud music, alcohol, or you messy thoughts

You just took a large swig with a sigh.

As you sat between the two and nursed your drink, the more you thought the more the guilt of not being able to be with the person you truly wanted to be with hit like a tsunami.

Mina was sitting so close to you, her arm accidentally touching yours, sending a spark of excitement up your spine. The warmth of her body so close, so close yet so far…

N Which unbeknownst to you, wanted the both of you a dirty look from Yusuke.

You noticed Yusuke’s hand slide down onto your thigh, giving it a sudden squeeze in a way that had the slightest hint of a threatening feeling behind it to it.

“You okay baby?” He asked with a smile, tilting your chin towards his as he leaned down giving your cheek a warm kiss as a spark of guilt, excitement, and happiness went through your body. You could still notice his hand squeezing your thigh with almost a possessive feeling.

“Fine.” You said simply as he shrugged and walked off once he saw a friend.

You and Mina headed over to a calmer room of the club, the lounge. Suede couches and chairs filled the room, different colors with tables.

You and Mina walked in silence before reaching a calmer lounge. Couches of deep jewel tones in the forms of dark greens, and dark purples filled the room.

You and Mina both sat down on one of the couches next to each other, the bright lights and loud music left behind for softer lighting and soothing music.

The two of you sat in a quiet silence for a few moments before Mina spoke.

“You okay? You seem quiet…” Mina asked, resting her head on your shoulder softly.

Her warmth immediately made you relax and feel better as you rested your head on top of hers, the guilt and frustration making your head ache.

“You’ve been weird lately….we’re you worried about midterms?” She asked, her words causing you to sigh gently and shake your head, not exactly how you would explain your feelings.

“Meh.” You said sluggishly, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. Half from drunkenness. Half from a failing attempt at being seductive.

Time seemed to slow as one glance at her lips led to a long stare. You couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away, her soft, pink lips looked perfect, and the light makeup just made it more tempting.

It would be just so easy to lean in, to finally taste her lips. The thought made your heart flutter, even the guilt seeming to fade at the idea.

You started to lean forward, your heart pounding and the guilt faded more with every single inch closer. Her perfume was something you wanted to bury yourself in, her warmth intoxicating.

You were so close, her lips looked so delicious. Your body was on fire with excitement and longing.

“Y/n, are you oka-”

You cut her off as you suddenly leaned in, your hand reaching up to her face as you closed your eyes, tilting your head, and kissed her.

Her eyes went wide and you pulled away, leaning against her chest.

“Your so…pretty…” You mumbled, the alcohol finally causing me to drift off to sleep.

Mina’s face was bright red as her brain processed what just happened. You just kissed her…well more like passed out after kissing her. She gently rested her hand on your cheek, feeling your cheek heat from the alcohol and excitement.

As she stared down at you with shocked golden eyes, Yusuke walked in, a bright smile. He clearly hadn’t seen anything happen.

“There you two are!”

Mina looked up as Yusuke walked over, giving him a smile even if her mind was still racing. She was clearly trying to calm herself, her face flushing a deep red as she tried to hide it from Yusuke.

“Yusuke!!! Hey!”

“You both doing okay?” He asked with a smile, resting a hand on the couch behind you both to lean down and look at you both.

Yusuke looked down at your sleeping self, giving a warm smile to you before looking up at Mina. “Passed out, huh?” He said with a light tone, giving a soft chuckle as Mina laughed softly, nodding her head.

“She drank a decent amount, she’ll be fine in the morning!” Mina said with a warm grin, looking down at your sleeping form.

Your boyfriend chuckled as he gave her a look, a flash of possession glinting across his deep green eyes.

“Better take the dumbass home then.”

He said, picking you up bridal style with a fake smile plastered on his face. Mina nodded and waved as he took you out of the lounge, before spacing out and gently brushing the tips of her fingers against her lips.

Why would Y/n do that? She thought before pausing. …and why did I like it?

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Cat burglar Nami x BlackFem!Reader

So this is gonna be multiple parts and I'm very excited. I feel like I'm up to this task and I'd love the support so don't be scared to comment or reblog! There will be smut eventually :p Warnings: None Next

   Time and time again Nami would ask how she got herself into these situations. She was about to be late to set because she was too busy shopping again. Her heels clicked on the concrete as she hurriedly walked along the street towards the set. It was a miracle, but she made it with just enough time to get to hair and makeup. She sighed as a nameless assistant rushed to meet her 

    “Ma’am-” 

    “Don’t call me that, Nami is fine” She rolled her eyes and handed the shopping bags she was holding to… what was his name again “What's your name?” she said with an uninterested look 

     “Oh um Oliver, Ollie” he looked down at the many bags now in his sweating palms. Some being from brands that cost more than his entire apartment. 

     “Ollie, if you drop a single thing on the way to my trailer you will be looking for a new job” She began her journey to get ready and shoot the scene of the day. She was cast to be the female lead in a romance movie about some bad boy billionaire meeting a waitress and saving her from her shitty life and shitty boyfriend. She would never go to movies like that but she understood why other people would.

Part of the appeal is that someone could just whisk you away and she couldn't lie and say she hadn't wished for it herself; when she worked for Arlong Park Entertainment. He said he was her manager but he was more like her jailer. Since then she began working with a new talent agency, she got this job thanks to Strawhat Management. It was run by a bunch of idiots but she still loved and respected all of them. Her thoughts came to an end when she heard the voice of her manager now 

         “Nami, this place is out of food.” Luffy groaned as Robin just sighed and tried to comfort him. 

         “Luffy I told you they don’t keep much food around after a certain time we have some more on the way to us right now. Please pace yourself a bit next time” Robin pushed her glasses up her nose and looked at the orange-haired girl “You have to go get ready, don’t worry I’ll take care of this' ' she said gesturing to their ‘starved’ boss. Nami just nodded, changing into her gown for the gala scene and sitting; scrolling through her Twitter waiting for hair and makeup.

Once the hair stylist arrived they styled her locks into an intricate updo and she put on the rest of the accessories to complete the look. There was a knock on the trailer door and with a rushed greeting entered a woman. She looked to be the same age as her, but what Nami was taken aback by was her beauty. Eyes sparkling behind her glasses, lips plump and glossed, she could be mistaken for another actress if it weren’t for the massive makeup kit she seemed to be carrying with her. Y/N quickly put her things down and began getting everything ready to finish Nami up and sent on her way. 

           “Hi, im Y/N i hope i can work with you for a long time.” The brown skinned woman held out her hand to Nami; she was stunned but was quick to recover and gave her hand a shake. “Well i'm Nami, im hope we do as well” She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards the woman but Nami prided herself in not dating her coworkers and she would keep it that way. 

  But of course it wasn’t gonna be easy when she was so close to her face, the smell of honey and vanilla filling the ginger's senses. She was holding her breath like if she were to breathe she would mess up the whole look, and she was working on her eye shadow. Nami felt an awkward air settle over them and she couldn't stand the silence anymore. 

       “So Y/N, i havent had you do this before, are you new?” She inquired and Y/N gave a huff through her nose finding humor in her question. 

       “I’m not new, but you blew up on one of our other artists was breathing too loud for you” she murmured in a sarcastic tone “so i mean i'm new to you, not new to how everyone treats you like a spoiled little princess” Nami scoffed but then she bit her lip

        “Well they should’ve brushed their teeth after eating onions. No one wants to smell hot breath.” Nami just sighed, was she supposed to apologize? They were in her personal space with their hot breath.

        “You could’ve been more respectful about it” Y/N put the brush down and wiped her palms on her apron looking through her kit for the red lipstick that would match the gown perfectly. When she found the tube she let out a tiny noise of victory. She opened it up and slowly  leaned in to spread it on the other girl's plush lips. Nami watched and she took this time to actually admire Y/N’s beauty. Her skin was glowing and she had minimal make up on her face, Nami liked it anyway. 

          “Alright all done, see you on set!” The girl's words woke her from her daydream and she watched as she scurried out of the trailer. Nami decided she would read the script over again while she waited for Olive to come and get her- wait that wasn't right.. Shit Oliver. Rolling her eyes she went back to reading.

♡

    They had been shooting this kissing scene for what felt like hours, her costar Traflager Law wasn’t a horrible kisser but she definitely felt his lips against hers more than enough today. He seemed over it as well, with the sigh he let out at hearing the director yell cut and start telling them that they weren’t selling it enough. She just looked down at her manicured nails, but she soon saw a pair of clean white sneakers enter her view. Y/N noticed that her lips had lost some of the red so she was there to get Nami back to her goddess-like beauty. 

       “Hey, you guys are doing great i don’t know why that guy has a stick up his ass” she gave a smile and continued “shouting in french like we don’t understand his vision” Nami let out a snicker and Law cut in 

      “Come on, we’re here to work not gossip” he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed “Let's get this over with so we can go eat” Y/N felt the embarrassment creep in but she kept up a straight face and whispered to Nami “Just think about someone else” and walked out of the shot. Law put his hand on her waist and Nami thought about the advice. When the director started the scene; Law was swaying them back and forth in a slow dance, she let her imagination wander. Smaller hands touching her waist, a curvier body against her, the sweet vanilla and honey scent, and when he finally leaned in to press their lips together she thought about kissing softer fuller lips belonging to a certain curly haired MUA. When they pulled apart she couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment when she saw the dark haired man instead. Dazed she couldn’t even bask in the praise they were getting.

       “Wow Nami, it was perfect you looked more passionate!” Sanji said with a love struck smile “You made it so believable” he clasped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair “i think we are all ready to get going so tomorrow bring your a game cause we have another long day of filming ahead of us. Get some sleep!”

   Nami sighed with relief; she was finally able to get back to her trialer and relax. The gown was getting uncomfortable and she felt as if the makeup was sweating away. Oliver followed behind her yapping about the schedule for tomorrow. She was blocking him out of course, she was trying to figure out why she was so infatuated with Y/N. She dated plenty of Men and Woman alike but never did she get the feeling she had now and it was only in her imagination. 

♡

  Y/N was relaxed the minute she stepped foot into her shared apartment. Her Friend Bon Clay in the kitchen make what looked to be their dinner. “Bonnie babe, whatcha making?” she said walking over to the island to watch them as they worked. 

      “Well I'm making some lobster tails and some pasta” they answered with a smile “It's to celebrate your job and how you’ve basically made it” They did an excited turn and she couldn’t help but laugh.        

“Bon, you didn’t have to do anything. But thank you” She hugged them and stretched “I'm gonna go get in the shower and change before we eat” She walked down the hall into her room and was quick to grab the essentials for her shower. Her phone vibrated in her pocket; an unknown number ‘Will be my personal make-up artist?’ she frowned ‘Who is this?’ she replied and she felt a smile ‘Princess Nami ofc :p’ she sat her phone down on her bed and played her shower playlist.

It was a big decision and she didn't want to be too hasty when she finally stepped under the spray of the shower. Running her hand down her face she sighed and came to a decision. She stepped out of the steaming bathroom; towel wrapped tightly around her. She reached for her phone and typed out a response ‘We have to be friends first, can’t work for someone I don’t like lol’ She felt her heart beating faster as she watched the bubble load… ‘Well ofc princess, we wouldn’t want to be disagreeing all the time. Meet me at this address this weekend’ she chuckled and moved to finish her nightly routine.

[ruubric]

The Girl With The Glittery Lips

You are failing at Chemistry… unfortunately. Kuroo is good at Chemistry… fortunately.

He offers to help you study… yay. You choose that day to wear glittery lipgloss… is that a mistake?

He can't help it.. though it's not like he's really trying anyway. But in his mind, it's your fault. It's your fault for deciding to wear that pink lip-gloss embedded with golden glitter.

So, this is your punishment, he decides. Him staring at your plump starcoated lips, not even hearing one word that you're saying. Instead, just wondering what it would be like to kiss you... which now makes him wonder what your lips taste like... does that lip-gloss hold a flavour? Or is it all for show?

Then suddenly your lips stop moving. Which instantly alerts Kuroo that something is wrong.

His eyes dart up to your unimpressed dark brown eyes. Well, then. He's fucked.

"Kuroo~" you whine, with a huff as you put down your test paper. "You're still not paying attention."

Not that you could blame him though, it is a Friday afternoon, and he doesn't have volleyball practice today, so of course he'd just be yearning to go home.

Not that anyone could blame him though, the way your lips are glittering (not to mention your dark skin catching the sun's light and positively glowing), who could pay attention?

"I'm sorry," Kuroo says in a way that means he's not at all, before he cups his cheek in his hand, he can still salvage his dignity. It's never too late. "Am I the tutor here, or is it you? I'm pretty sure I'm the one who got the 100-''

You squint at him, "you got 97-"

"Rounding up, baby," he shrugs, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. You try your hardest to ignore the bulging of his biceps, as you train your eyes on his face. Kuroo tsks twice as he shakes his head, "I have so much to teach you."

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, "what is your point exactly?''

"That I don't have to pay attention to you. You should pay attention to me. I'm the tutor here, so I do the lecturing. So just sit there and look pretty, which shouldn't be too hard for you anyway."

You splutter. But you honestly should've expected this. Your friends warned you how much of a flirt Kuroo is. Kenma warned you. Hell, your sibling in his class had warned you.

"But you asked me what parts of the test I struggled with!" You protest, irritation and pure flustery bubbling in your chest.

Kuroo blinks, then he purses his lips. ''Uh.. sorry, I zoned out again."

You swallow back an annoyed growl. How can one man be so sexy, smart and stupid all at once?

Simple. Just be born as Kuroo Tetsurou.

''Dude!"

''What?" He laughs out, ''this is your fault. You can't blame me."

"Uh, yes, I can. You said you'd tutor me, and you're not!"

"Well, it's not my fault that you waltzed in here with a shiny and distracting mouth." Kuroo shrugs. Nonchalantly. As if what he just said was the most normal thing that has ever happened.

"Distracting...mouth?" Your cheeks heat up, your eyes lock on his and it causes your stomach to flutter insanely.

''Yuh," he says, twirling one of your golden braids around his finger. Something that would've normally pissed you the fuck off, but rarely ever when Kuroo did it. And today, a shiver of pleasure racks her body.

God, you hoped it was subtle. But judging by the widening of his smirk, you can tell that he totally saw that... well then.

He never really was one to mince his words.

"I've been wanting to kiss you this whole time, but you haven't stopped talking about Chemistry since we got here, which isn't as much as a turn on as I make it seem."

You hate how he's right. It does turn you on when he talks about Chemistry.

"Kuroo, we should really be studying," you say weakly. Because you don't want that.. you want him to kiss you instead.

"We should be doing a lot of things that we aren't doing right now." He leans closer, tilting his head until his lips barely ghost over yours. "For example, making out."

Goosebumps explode all over your arms.

OH, LORD!

"You're not as slick as you think you are, Tetsurou," you lie... for some reason in a low voice.

He breathes out a small laugh, "is that so? You're telling me you're not even a little tempted to see my lips coated in your second hand lip-gloss?" And he somehow manages to lean closer, there is no space for Jesus as your lips are basically touching at this point.

"That sounds gross when you say it like that."

Kuroo chuckles and leans back into his seat, instantly making you miss his closeness. "Alright, then. Ms Dedicated student, I'll help you study... then you share the gloss with me, agreed?"

"Deal," you eagerly pull the gloss out of your pocket. "Got it right here."

Kuroo shakes his head, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "That's not the way I was thinking."

Oh.

OH.

Your face heats up more, as you stare at your lap. "Uhm, yeah... Okay. Sure."

"Good. So, let's start with question four-"

[francesminos-tt]

Twisted -2-

Joffrey hummed to himself as he entered the house. The last ray of the sun shone through the white blinds, creating little rainbows on the wooden floor. A dog barked in the back yard, precisely at 5:30pm.

Joffrey went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He took off the sweatshirt that was ruined by grasses and pine needles, then the tight jeans and oxfords. He stepped out of the pile of clothes in only his underwear before starting the shower. He ran his hand over his calves and thighs, making sure the hair hadn’t grown out yet. He washed quickly but thoroughly, washing away any sweat, dirt and unpleasant smells.

Joffrey dried himself up before applying lavender scented cream all over his body, leaving his skin plump and soft to the touch. He applied some moisturizer on his face and neck, working patiently to ensure he had covered every part of his face.

Joffrey waited for the body cream to be completely absorbed before going to his room to change. He walked naked in the house, orange sunlight dancing on his hairless arms and legs, his cock hanging delicately between his legs.

Joffrey’s room was located at the end of the corridor, a lovely wooden door decorated with a line of skewed alphabet stickers, saying JOFF. The room wasn’t too spacious but cozy and warm with a double bed, a closet and a vanity desk.

Joffrey’s closet was made of sturdy wood, plain with only the wood’s natural color as decoration, but inside, it was filled with racks of pretty dress, blouses, skirts, cardigans, etc., all arranged neatly by color. Joffrey settled for a cherry red polka dot dress with heart-shaped collar. The dress was a little girly, with ribbons at the back and the length stopping just above his knees, but Joffrey felt like it. He paired it when a pair of beige ballet flats.

Joffrey sat down at the vanity desk to brush his hair and apply make up. He didn’t go all the way, only a little powder, mascara, blush and lip gloss. He spent most of his time on his hair, trying to tame the wild curls with the help of hair oils. He tucked the dark curls behind his ears and slide on a head band to set them in place.

The dog barked again, 6:05pm. Joffrey went back to the kitchen to prepare tea. The sun had completely set by now, so Joffrey rolled up the blinds, pushing open the window to let the cool evening breeze in. He was thinking something simple and refreshing for tea. Perhaps a garden salad with the pomegranate he got from Mrs G the other day. They had some chicken left in the fridge, and some herbs Joffrey had collected from the garden. Joffrey decided on herbed chicken with a side pomegranate salad, and some toast from breakfast.

The footsteps echoed just when the kettle was about to boil. Joffrey turned off the stove and resumed chopping herbs when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, a warm breath on the side of his neck, tickling, like a feather brushing against his skin. Joffrey tilted his head to the side instinctively, granting the man behind more access to his vulnerable neck.

“What’s for tea today?” The man asked as he rested his chin on Joffrey’s shoulder.

“Chicken and pomegranate salad.” Joffrey replied. He felt a large hand sliding into his dress, fingers dancing from his smooth thighs to his hip, then further up to his lower belly. The man pinched the softness just under his navel, earning a string of giggles from Joffrey.

“No panties?” The man chuckled, kissing Joffrey’s earlobe.

“Do you rather prefer I wear panties?” Joffrey put down the small knife he used to chop herbs and turned to face the man, his dark eyes glistening in the cozy yellow light, “Master?”

“No. You did good to surprise me, my boy.” The man patted Joffrey’s cheek affectionately, rough thumb pressing on Joffrey’s glossed lips.

“Thank you, master.” Joffrey smiled, genuinely happy. He took the man’s thumb into his mouth, enveloping it with the warmth and wetness of his mouth, and sucked. He ran the tip of his tongue over the man’s thumb with passion, like a little boy licking a melting popsicle.

The man pulled up Joffrey’s dress to expose his already hard cock. Joffrey’s thighs were pale and soft, as if they had never seen the sun. His cock was moderate, but of a nice pink color, sticky precum leaking from its head, like tears running down a maiden’s cheeks. Joffrey shifted, squeezing his thighs together as a small whimper escaped his throat.

The man pulled out his thumb from Joffrey’s mouth and turned the boy around. Joffrey whimpered again, placing his elbows on the kitchen counter for balance and sticking his ass out to rub the man’s crotch.

“Go on, keep chopping.” The man pressed his chest against Joffrey’s back, dragging the rough fabric of his trousers over Joffrey’s buttocks, “I can’t wait to taste your cooking, my boy.”

With trembling hands, Joffrey resumed his task. The man kept rubbing his trousered erection against Joffrey’s ass, his palms spreading on Joffrey’s soft belly.

“Please, master.” Joffrey rolled his head back, “Can I feel you?”

“You want to feel my cock between your thighs?”

“Yes, please.” Joffrey replied, his tone full of anticipation.

Joffrey heard the clang of buckles and the rustling of fabric before a warm cock pushed its way into his squeezed thighs. Joffrey sighed in contentment, his cock twitched as drops of precum dripping down to the kitchen floor.

“Thank you, master, thank you.” Joffrey said frantically, moving his ass back and forth, squeezing his thighs even more, trying to give the man as much pleasure as he could.

“You deserve the reward, baby boy.” The man slid his free hand into Joffrey’s collar and pinched the already stiff nipple, “For being a sweet little wife for me.”

Joffrey’s chopping became sloppy until he finally cut his own fingers, the sting sending a chill down his spine, and he came, creamy cum staining the kitchen floor like spilled milk.

“Clean it up. I won’t dine in this filth.”

“Yes, master.” Joffrey said, sliding down to all fours, his dress still up to his stomach, his ass high up in the air, his headband skewed, mascara a little smudged, and began to lick.

****************************************************

“How do you find this place?” A middle aged woman offered Daeron a bowl of vegetable stew before sitting down at the bar, an old grey cat on her lap.

“Quiet.” Daeron replied, “And friendly.”

He remembered Joffrey from the afternoon stroll. They walked down the main road and made a circle around the whole village before heading for the flower field. Joffrey had a profound knowledge of flowers, again rare for a young man his age. He was also interested in, or at least familiar with the small town gossips. Who shagged who, whose dog was overly fond of whose cat, the new bus driver who was rumored to be a hottie.

“We don’t take the bus.” Joffrey said, quirking his eyebrows curiously, “Is he truly hot? The bus driver?”

“I, eh, didn’t notice.” Daeron said awkwardly. He was too busy going over his own head to notice anything.

“Oh.” Joffrey smiled, “Well, I guess he can’t be hotter than you.”

“Friendly? You are not talking about me, are you?” Miss K barked out a sharp laugh, “I kept you waiting for two hours!”

“It’s someone I met in front of the tavern. Not that you are not friendly, of course, but, eh,” Daeron scratched the back of his neck, another habit he had picked up from the Academy, “I met a young man called Joffrey. He showed me around. He’s very friendly.”

“Oh, Gwayne’s boy!” Miss K nodded thoughtfully, the old cat grunted from her lap.

“Gwayne?”

“Yeah, the owner of that white farm house. Decent man. A bit withdrawn, I tell ye, but polite and friendly, like you said.” Miss K broke a biscuit in half, one half for herself and the other for the cat, “He adopted that boy after Joff’s parents died in a car accident. Some remote cousin or nephew, Joff is. To Gwayne, I mean.”

Daeron swallowed a spoonful of the heavily seasoned vegetable stew. He spent the rest of his tea thinking about Joffrey’s flirty smile.

[z3nitsusgf]

i KNOW pervy nerd albedo is the biggest simp in college i know it

carries his gf's bag, does her homework when shes too tired, gives her massages during breaks, lets her edge him on the toilet in between classes till he cries, you know the typical stuff

heh :3 yes yes you’re sooooo right. Bedo is the BIGGEST simp ever, and you love it.

CW: edging ( m. receiving )

Albedo always grabs your textbooks off your desk for you, those heavy ones that hurt your back. Tucks them under his arms so you don’t have to carry them. “I got it, my love.” He’ll coo, kissing your cheek as he carries each book in his grasp.

He’s always thumbing at your deltoid muscles and smoothing them down so you’ll relax, kissing at the nape of your neck to see you smile and shudder. Pressing down on the taut skin to get you to groan and squirm, rubbing it so you’ll reach up and grip his wrist when he gets the right spot. “You’re so tense, gotta relax babe.” And he just leans over and pecks you on the lips.

He’ll even get pastries from the cafe down the street, little paper bags filled with strudels and muffins to keep your fingers busy while you study. And he’s so considerate, getting you to-go cups of hot chocolate or apple cider when it gets cold out. Only asking for a kiss in return, opening his mouth so you can place a a flakey ripped off part on his tongue, winking when he licks your fingers.

He does your chem and bio homework when it gets to be to much because he knows how overwhelmed you get and he hates seeing you frustrated, so he’ll kiss the little tears on the corner of your eyes and take the paper from you. Settling you on his lap as he writes away, explaining each equation or whatever but you just doze off and he doesn’t mind.

Of course you don’t abuse his niceness too much but-

“Please-! Y/n, please fuck,” Albedo practically sobs into his fist at the continually schlucking of your palm over his cock. It’s red and leaky and dripping down your wrist. His khakis are tugged down to his ankles, knees knocked apart for you to kneel in between them as pump his length in your hand. The tip is a beautiful mauve, all glossy from the pre that’s smeared across it.

“Come on baby, just a bit more. We have,” you glance down at your pretty tan watch that sits on your opposite hand, “10 minutes before the lecture starts. And Professor Lisa doesn’t even show up on time.” You coo, tugging harder on his wet cock, letting it slap back with a pap against his navel. His shirt is tugged up to expose his bellybutton and you finger at his v-line.

Albedo let’s out a wet sob, his cock twitching at the denial again. He smears a hand down his face, cheeks flushed as he heaves in oxygen. “Fuck- just, let me, please, just - let me cum!” He’s already been edged what? 5 times? He’s lost count since you’ve pushed him into the room and tugged down his pants. It’s a new record he thinks, but holy shit does his balls hurt.

“Hurts- oh fuck,” he cants them upwards when you trail the pads on the underside of his length, catching the pulsing vein that’s angry red. You lean your cheek on his thigh, wrapping your fingers back on his cock and Albedo hisses at the contact. His hands gripped furiously on the edge of the bed. He can’t lie, the sight of you on your knees in front of him is attributing to his raging hard on, but any more of your teasing is going to make him pass out.

“Yeah, it hurts? I’m sure it’s not too bad, you can take a bit more can’t you? For me?” You bat your eyelashes up him, sweet plumped out lips with cherry gloss and your manicured nails wrapped around his cock. He can see down your top from here, the rounded out curve of your tits pushed up in your bra.

And damn you - he can’t say no to you. Albedo shudders at the lilt to your voice, the soft honey thick drawl that drips over his body and smoothes down the plane of his back, as he bucks his hips into your palm. Almost into your mouth. “If you can wait it out, I’ll let you cum wherever you want.” Albedo’s eyes almost roll into the back of his skull at those words. And he looks down and you waiting patiently for his reply, cheek pressed on his warm thigh, kissing the skin and you pump lightly on his shaft.

“I can-“ he swallows thickly, thinking harshly about how much time he has - fuck the time, Advanced chemistry can kiss his ass. “I can wait it out.” Albedo says it with the confidence of a saint. He can keep it up with just your hands. And you, you give him a dark smile as bring your mouth down on his cock.

[star-star-fall-inlove]

So a friend of mine gave me an idea and I started but I ended up posting it when it wasn't done so I copy pasted and deleted it😅 so yep that's how my day went lol

@iaintnobish

The idea deals with Fem Malleus x reader so yeah

⚠️Warning sexy content ⚠️

Ugh Duece and Ace got in trouble again and Jack and Epel are studying, and for sebek it's something about sparing with silver I don't know, our plans of having a wild sleepover are crushed...Just when I had a movie idea too... You complained. You were walking down the halls when a Female from Octavinelle came towards you looking flustered she started to stutter out a couple of words. You looked at her confused on what she wanted to ask, she took a breath and started to flrit with you. Talk about a switch of a hat! You thought it was cute how much she tried to whoo you yep this isn't the first time, she would leave flowers, chocolate, new sets of undergarments she pretty much showered you in gifts and compliments. You always turned her down because you currently were in love with someone else and dating that same person.

But today was different somehow, you could smell it in the air. You started to tell her no again when you felt a shiver run up your spine. The girl looked behind you and paled she started to shake like a leaf, she bowed and ran away yelling something like "I'm sorry don't kill me!". You released a breath you didn't know you had as you were about to walk away but soft hands grabbed your arm and pulled you in a room. The mystery person pinned you against a wall, you closed your eyes in reflex, Your whole body was stiffened you could barely hear your breathing. In a calm voice the voice told you to open your eyes, Wait you knew that voice...Malleus!

Before you could say anything her lips crashed on yours roughly, she bit your bottom lip allowing entrance into the depths of your mouth she glided her tongue around the tissues finding every spot that would make you moan. You couldn't breathe you needed air she noticed this and let you breathe for a few seconds, you sucked in a breathe looked up at her. Malleus's eyes darkened when she thought about that girl that kept making advances on you, she'll have to make sure everyone knows your taken so they'll stop touching what doesn't belong to them.

She grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to get a better angle you gasped and and shouted Wait Malleus! We can't do this here anybody could walk in! She looked at you “shh..You’re all mine, my treasure. I felt bad when I saw that random person flirting with you. But worry not the door is locked shut with magic, so we are alone and we will both show them you’re mine, all mine” She whispered out in a seductive and dominating tone. Your heart started to beat faster as Malleus turned her attention towards your neck, she placed her soft plump lips on your bare neck and started to mark up your neck with love bites and hickeys.

She runs her hands up from your thigh to your breast while she bit at your tender skin, you let out shaky moan as your eyes glossed over in pleasure? Pain? All you know is whatever she was doing was working. You felt yourself sink deep into your desire and started to rub your crotch against her knee. She only chuckled as you continued to rub your clothed heat on her knee, Mhm dear it seems you might need help with that She whispered in your ear. You only pulled her closer and she took that as a sign to get to work

Down the hall a short girl can be seen walking away from the scene My my it seems Malleus and y/n are having their fun I guess I'll just visit another time~ she said while giggling to herself

AKAOQOSJEKAKSK I don't know why I wrote thisss😭 it took so much brain power and left my brain fried and this is cringy as hell

Will anyways I hoped you enjoyed ❤

[seraphdreams]

levi, armin, and marco with a bimbo gf.

contains - whole lotta smut, dumbification, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, sir kink

a/n - just short drabbles for each of the boys <3. minors dni!

Levi Ackerman

never would anyone have believed that levi was going out with a girl as beautiful—and dumb, as you. you two were quite the opposite as well; he was down to earth and introverted while you got along and conversed with almost everyone in sight. to levi, it was cute at first but now he’s gotten tired of how men would blatantly flirt with you, your obliviousness getting the best of you.

pleads of “i’m sorry” tumbled from your lips as levi thrusted deep inside you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck while he takes you from behind. “you’re too dumb to know when someone’s trying to get into that mini skirt of yours?” he grunts, fucking you deeper into the sheets.

your toes curl in white hot pleasure when his cock grazes against your sweet spot. his heavy balls slam against your clit with every harsh thrust. you feel the hand around your throat tighten, jerking you to get your attention. “answer me, dumb slut. or are you too fucked out to answer?”

you grip the wrinkled sheets beneath you, whimpering in his hold, your mind too messed up to form a coherent thought. “n-no” you drawl out.

you feel his thrusts grow a bit sloppy until you’re yanked back by your arms, back pressed against his chest while his cock fucks you deep and hard. “no? no what?” levi grunts, his breathing growing more and more rapid.

“no sir”

and just with that, you’re creaming all over his dick, trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm. he slows his strokes, getting closer to your ear.

“now give me one more”

Armin Arlert

armin loves everything about you. how could he not when you wear those tight dresses with your hair and makeup looking stunning as well? what made him love you even more was how oblivious you are. not a thought in that pretty little head of yours.

you were also so down to do anything he requested. so when he came up to you at eren’s party demanding you to follow him into the bathroom, you had no complaints.

armin couldn’t take the way your cunt sucked him in each time he’d thrust inside you. you felt too good—too warm. he had you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, giving you open mouthed kisses as he whined into your mouth.

“fuck, you feel so good” he whispers against your lips. his cock filled you so nicely, brushing against your cervix and sweet spot in your walls. you could barely handle the overwhelming feeling, especially the way the bottom of his shirt would rub at your clit.

“armin, ‘s too much!” you cry. gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. he picks up his pace, slamming into you even harder. “no, no baby. it’s not too much, you can take it” he starts, nipping at the soft skin of your collarbone.

he feels the way you tighten and cum around him with the prettiest moans. your mind was nothing but haze as he continues his strokes, overstimulating you in the process.

“yeah, you can take it”

Marco Bodt

after what felt like a day of shopping (mainly marco swiping his card while you clung to his arm) you got back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. he truly was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, even when he looked super, super tired. you appreciated him and what better way to show your appreciation than offering to suck him off.

“marco” you coo singsongy, watching as he settled himself on the couch with a light sigh. black strands of hair fell over his eyes, making him appear a lot more scarier than he is. you found your way in between his legs, resting your head on his thigh while your finger traced along the crotch of his jeans.

“what’s up, baby?” he questions, sitting up straighter.

“thank you for taking me out”

he couldn’t help but stare at your plump, glossy lips as the words fell out. he moved the strands of hair out of your face, revealing your pleading innocent eyes. he hooked his finger under your chin pulling you so that you’re eye level with him.

“you know i’d do anything for my sweet girl”

you could feel his cock harden underneath your fingertips. he let go of your face, leaning back and spreading his legs. “i know what you want, baby. go for it”

you took his invitation excitingly, not wasting any time unzipping his jeans and whipping out his cock from his boxers. you wrap your pretty lips around his fat tip, sucking the precum that drips out. he throws his head back with a groan.

you slowly work your way down his shaft until your nose is met with the short hairs at the base. he’s hot and heavy in your mouth, filling your throat perfectly. you pull off of him before going back, bobbing your head down his length.

“fuck, just like that” he grunts. he threads his fingers in your hair, pulling you up and down to quicken your pace. tears accumulate in your eyes as you gag around the tip. “god, you’re so fucking pretty like that”

you grip onto his thighs, your manicured nails digging into the muscle. his balls tighten as he uses you to chase his high. a bitter liquid dances on your tongue that you soon recognize to be his cum. he pauses for a bit before pulling you off him.

he’s quick to take his phone out, capturing the lewd expression on your face before showing you.

your face is a mess of runny mascara and eyeliner, along with the cum/spit/gloss mixture on your swollen lips. you swat at his thigh playfully, earning a labored chuckle from him.

“it took me forever to do my makeup, marco”

[cartierbin]

pairing -- dilf!minho x reader

genre -- single father dilf!minho fucking you on his coffee table

word count -- 1.4k 』

smut under the cut !

"just one more daddy! one more pleaseee!". her high pitched voice pleaded while she turned her pink lips into a tiny frown. minho shook his head no and bends to give her a light kiss on her nose. "not tonight princess. it's late, don't you want to be happy and awake when you wake up for school tomorrow?". she kicked her feet up under the blankets a little. "but daddy! I like when you read to me". whenever she pouted her lips like this she looked like a miniature version of her father. only, she had two curly pigtails and pretty silk ribbons tied around them. "and daddy loves reading to you but we got back home late today. we've been out shopping all day". she nods, kind of understanding where he was coming from because even she was a little worn out from walking around the mall. "can I still wear my new dresses to school tomorrow?". he proceeds to turn on her night light, letting the glowing pink clouds cover her ceiling. "you can wear anything you want". she smiles at that answer, roping her tiny arms around his neck. "I love you daddy. Night night!".

"goodnight madison. I love you too. give daddy kisses". she giggled watching him pucker his lips, she thought he looked ridiculous. she mushes her tiny lips on his before lying back down, cuddling with her unicorn stuffy. Hearing the bed routine from the kitchen even made you smile a little. Minho was so adorable to her and his love for being a father is what attracted you in the first place. Especially when he was the complete opposite whenever your clothes were off.

With both of his arms perched on the top of the couch, minho draws his head back, eyes half lidded and staring at the ceiling with a long groan tugging at his lips. his heavy breaths were unstable while you were between his legs sucking him off like it was the only thing you knew how to do. you and minho have been playing this game for a while. after a mind blowing one night stand it was mutual pining between the both of you. some days minho acted like he wanted a relationship and other days he just wanted to fill you. you never knew if you'd actually be his girlfriend or if you were just a fling to him but nothing compared to the way he fucked you.

The messy sounds of your mouth and muffled needy noises was enough to make his pupils dilate in bliss. "fuck". he murmurs in a tone much harsher than the one he uses with his daughter. He threads his veiny hands between the strands of your hair and fists it. He always gripped it until you were whining from the tightness of his grasp. He didn't give a damn he loved watching you cry. he thought you deserved it for how lazy you were. "wrap your tongue around it and suck me like you've got some fucking sense". his tone felt like a blade. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hooded and darkened while he watched you struggle to follow his orders. you use your tongue this time around trying to please him in a way he liked. You didn't get much of a reaction until you decided to slide it between the slit.

his hips jerked up in your mouth at the sudden feeling. his head fell back again and he began slowly thrusting himself between your wet swollen lips. "relax your throat". He released a heap of satisfied breaths when you lazed your mouth completely, letting him use you just the way he wanted. the vibrations of your moans encased his throbbing erection and everything felt so sloppy. your saliva was dribbling down your chin and his precum was coating your lips like gloss. The better it felt to him, the rougher he fisted your hair. "It hurts don't it?". with tears rimming your eyes you nodded as best as you could, feeling his voice send a tremor straight down to your creaming folds. "yet your pussy is probably soaking wet from this isn't it?". he smirked at your helpless face in a mixture pleasure and pain, he curled his tongue along his lips content with the way he was making you feel. He loved humiliating you. you nod your head yes with a flutter of throbs making your knees buckle beneath you.

he mushed your face against the coffee table while he fucked into you mercilessly. He held little regard for how much your knees was burning while they rubbed against the carpet or how much he was bruising your skin from slapping it. That was just like minho, he fucked you like he didn't give a damn about you and no matter how much it hurt it turned you on. "fucking hell", his groans were just as hot as the squeaking sounds of the table, bolts loosening with each thrust. His dick was thick and throbbing while he was ramming it into the places that made your state of mind diminish. you whimpered and moaned in choked up breaths begging for him to slow down all while knowing you didn't want him to. he crimped a finger into your mouth for you to suck on while your skin brutally slapped together. "don't you fucking wake my daughter". with his body draped over yours like this he decided to rail you a little harder and more abrupt, jolting your body upwards while you hiccuped in his grasp. your eyes dry sobbed at the way he was now spearing you with his dick, which felt way too good for him to be trying to silence anything.

The table was still barely holding on at this pace, the gushy sounds each time he entered you had his sweaty chest rising and falling deeply. He loved seeing you splayed out like this. Your plump ass and bare thighs exposed was like a blank canvas for an artist. "you must think you're funny clenching around my dick like that huh?". he gives a breathless chuckle. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pins your waist to the edge of the table now, hawk spitting on your ass before digging his fingernails into the skin of it. He rocks his dick into you ruthlessly and you could already feel the burn wounds forming at your knees. your legs trembled for strength and your brain scrambled for a peace of mind. "it feels", you took a short pause just to release your shaky breaths, "it feels so fucking good". he tilts his head back with a curse word sputtering into the air above him. he was in absolute heaven buried balls deep inside you from this angle. "so fucking tight-- your pussy is so fucking tight baby". minho's groans alone could make you cum. his voice was always dark and gruff whenever you two were fucking. you held the top edge of the table with your shaking body in prime pre orgasm. suspended above you he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck while his hand clawed at the back of your thighs. your meek needy moans resounded deliciously off the living room walls.

"that's it. be a good girl and cream all over it". with your eyes widened and your mouth now agape you clenched around him once more until a steady flow of your juices was sliding down your thighs. you spasmed while he milked you of everything you had, fucking you into overstimulation. Seeing his dick now glistening every time it parted your sopping folds was a weakness of his which made him cum twofold. He made a complete mess of you splattering it all over your ass and thighs.

He takes two of his fingers and slides them inside of you just to suck them right after. your pussy throbbed a little just watching him genuinely enjoy the taste of you. It gave you a bit of reassurance after he fucked you to wit's end. "do I taste good enough for you?". you teased with your chest still heaving. he leaned over and sloppily tongue kissed you. you could tell he planned on coming back up but instead he didn't. He let his tongue wander your mouth for a little longer while you kissed back and you'll admit his kisses were just as hypnotizing as his sex. His fingers traveled down to your clit and he began rubbing the now slippery organ softly, you could feel the familiar fire smoldering at the pit of your stomach once again.

He couldn't get enough of you and he knew it.

[moved2usagiiboo]

Oh wow this is awesome! I freaking LOVE Tokyo revengers! And you're black too!

Culd u write more with black!reader and Mikey? I her they'd be so cute. More of my fave lazy dangerous man and his oral fixation! F*cking LOVE HIM!

Black!Reader x Mikey

OMG PLS @delightfulmakertidalwave, BBY YOU'RE SO SEGGSY FOR REQUESTING THIS #BLACKGIRLMAGIC

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Can I just say that I bark everytime I see this man? Anyways minors dni or your mom's a hoe 😢🤡

ミ❤️ Mikey + black woman = eternal happiness. He's so happy to have caught someone like you, he worships the ground you walk on. You're his goddess, he can't help but adore you.

ミ❤️ He brags about you all the time, just your smile makes his heart clench. Honestly, he loves everything about you, the way the sun highlights your skin. Your lashes that touch the sky, the golden highlights, your lips that are naturally plump and pouty. Your kinky, puffy hair.

ミ❤️ Oh lord, he loves your hair. He begs to watch you do your hair all the time, he even offers to help. He evens saves up his money to pay for your next hair appointment, only if he gets to pick the next style.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love curly pigtails or goddess locs, it does upset him a little that he can't play with your hair, but seeing you all done up like a doll, his heart might explode.

ミ❤️ He also loves your afro! He loves messing with your fro, asking how you got it in that shape, what products you use, how long did it take to style it. Why are you so pretty?

ミ❤️ He forces you to do his hair, Draken is grateful that someone else can deal with Mikey on a daily rather than it all falling on him, needless to say, Draken loves you.

ミ❤️ Wash day always lasts a couple of days, after washing and styling your hair you work on Mikey's. Mikey's hair is always matted for some reason, like always? it's like he doesn't brush his hair at all...

ミ❤️ He also doesn't sit still so he receives pops to his head with the comb.

"Y/n-chann~ that hurt"

"Stop moving ya' damn head then."

ミ❤️ Whines a lot. It's like doing a child's hair. So, you have to get creative.

ミ❤️ You'll give him snacks while he sits on the floor in between your spread legs. He likes lifting your bare legs up, putting them on his shoulders and locking them by the ankles. You part his hair, applying his favorite your leave in conditioner while gently detangling his hair.

ミ❤️ Like said before in the previous Mikey headcannon, he has a huge oral fixation, the entire time he's kissing and sucking on your bare leg. Biting the fleshy meat of your thighs, he loves leaving bite marks. It's a way of claiming you.

"Stop it— tryna do your hair here.."

"Can't help it bunny, you're addicting."

ミ❤️ He makes sure that whenever you're alone you never have any pants on so he can see his marks he made previously.

ミ❤️ After you finish his hair he litters your body and face with kisses thanking you for being such an angel. He mutters against your neck about a reward, knowing damn well it's for his own guilty pleasure.

ミ❤️ He starts leaving marks on your entire body, anywhere and everywhere he can get his mouth on.

ミ❤️ Majority of the time it's on your succulent breasts, he loves them.

ミ❤️ He also loves gripping your ass, please sit on his lap, chest, back, he loves feeling your plush cheeks on top of him.

ミ❤️ Doesn't care if you're plus size, skinny, slim thick, put that ass on him ✊🏿

ミ❤️ BTW, you smell like really good and he loves that.

ミ❤️ Mikey asked why you always smelt so nice, you decided to share your secrets and took him to bath and body works to use a gift card you got for your birthday, since then he got hooked.

ミ❤️ That same day you introduced him to Shea butter, fuck he loves it.

ミ❤️ He always goes out to bath and body works before bath time. He loves colorful bath bombs, he makes sure to get a different bath bomb each time, it's like he's collecting them.

ミ❤️ Oh god, he loves the shower gels and the body lotions. Anything that smells like sweet, he picks.

ミ❤️ He seems like the type to love sugar pancakes or the blueberry scent?

ミ❤️ When you guys take baths together he always has some sort of toy in there. A rubber ducky or something along those lines.

ミ❤️ You're behind him caressing him massaging his scalp, he lays in-between the crack of your breasts while he relaxes, taking about random things that come to mind while you hum a response.

ミ❤️ He'll turn around, shifting the water in the tub, some of the water falling out hitting the ground.

ミ❤️ He'll massage and kiss all over your neck and breast, sucking on them like milk will come out. Don't stop caressing his scalp, it feels so good.

ミ❤️ You'll be in that tub forever if he had it his way, never leaving your breasts out of his mouth for too long. Only to mutter soft praises and "I love you"

ミ❤️ It's his job to cover your body in shea butter and lotion.

ミ❤️ You never agreed to this 🙄

ミ❤️ He loves feeling the jiggle of your skin underneath his hands. Spends too much time moisturizering your ass 😕

ミ❤️ He'll stand behind you kissing your shoulder, he's just a needy baby. Putting the product on his hands, rubbing them together to produce a little heat as well as spreading the protect out before lathering your body.

ミ❤️ He's marveled at the way the lotion feels on your breasts. He pinches and pulls your nipples earning a soft slap on his hands.

ミ❤️ You kicked him out of the bathroom and finished the rest by yourself

ミ❤️ He cried

ミ❤️ You do his skin care before heading to bed. Always cuddling, hes small spoon most of the time. He loves to be babied.

ミ❤️ He sleeping in-between your breasts with his legs wrapped around yours.

ミ❤️ You wake up with his head in your shirt and like 10 new hickeys you didn't have before....

ミ❤️ Now this might be just me but I think Mikey likes having you suck on his fingers or he sucks on yours?

ミ❤️ I just think he gets a rush off of it, it's something so innocent that can be taken sexual, he loves it.

ミ❤️ He also loves when you mark him like he does to you, he'll take off his shirt and let you go to town. Your plush lips, all glossy from the lip gloss that coated the brown lip liner you put on earlier. You'll kiss up his happy trail leaving kiss marks and bites in his waist, sucking his toned body.

ミ❤️ He'll rub your breast or suck on your finger while you work.

ミ❤️ You'll make it up to his pecs(pls that's a weird word) and start sucking on them as well, you bite on his nipple with your canines earning a soft groan from his lips.

ミ❤️ For sure has sensitive nipples, idgaf.

ミ❤️ You'll mark up his neck leaving shiny brown kiss marks all over his body.

ミ❤️ He loves seeing you like this, you practically have heart eyes when you look up at him. Your lip liner and gloss smudged, a line of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth.

ミ❤️ It's absolutely adorable.

ミ❤️ Back to being wholesome 😕

ミ❤️ Mikey makes it his mission to learn about your culture and upbringing, teach him everything.

ミ❤️ Brotha woke ✌️

ミ❤️ He'll beat anybody's ass if they even mutter something about you. Doesn't matter the age, come catch this fade.

ミ❤️ He's so overprotective of you, it's crazy. It's just because he loves you so much, he wants to be the best boyfriend he can be for you.