#prettiedup’s jjk fics .ᐟ naoya

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Merry Christmas 🎁

・・・・・​​⟢ pet names: [baby, daddy], blk!reader, chubby!reader

“Pussy’s so good.” Naoya couldn’t stop the vulgar comment from slipping through his mouth. His low lidded eyes dart down towards your flushed face. There is a glossy look in your unfocused eyes, you look both absolutely and beautifully blissed out.

You two weren’t supposed to be in your current predicament. You both had swore that you two were done, that the relationship was completely done with. He was someone you had no business dealing with, and you too were someone he had no business dealing with. You both had grew up completely different. From your neighborhoods to your friend groups, nothing was parallel.

The dynamic between the two of you is so obstinate. It’s something confusing and if you allow yourself to deeply study how things have unfolded you’ll find yourself dizzied. The two of you meeting was like stepping into a storm—unpredictable and completely out of each other’s control. You’re everything Naoya found insignificant: kind but strong, you did what you felt was right snd not what you felt would get you validated, and you did not fear his sharp tongue nor his scornful gaze.

You’re a stripper. Naoya prefers to deal with women that share a similar bachelors with him, women that grew up with wealth. A tall woman with slim legs and a slender build. He loved those features on a woman. His blue eyes take in your curvaceous, your thick thighs tremble as he drills his dick deeper into your soaked pussy. There are stretch marks littered in various spots of your body, and he fucking loved it. He loved tracing the lines after a passionate night of love making. Hearing your soft snores ring throughout the room after be made sure to make you come over and over. Your pudgy stomach jiggles every time he slaps his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks. You were nothing like the woman his father expects him to deal with, maybe that’s why he’s so adamant on having you stick around.

“‘S tooooo much.” You whine pitifully. Your eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected. Your pussy’s creaming so deliciously around the base of his dick. He fucks you in a fluid motion. Every move is perfectly calculated, he knows exactly when to speed up and when to slow down.

“Uh-uh, don’t start that whining shit.” He warns you. The strict tone his voice carries towards you has butterflies erupting in your stomach. “You can take this dick. I know you can, baby.”

And you do try to. You really do. You try to take every inch he gives you without complaint. But when he makes you cum and instead of slowing down and allowing you to ride out your moment of euphoria, he speeds up and goes even harder. You knew you couldn’t take anymore. The headboard slaps loudly against the wall deafening your mewls from overstimulation. Loud huffs escape from his mouth as he zones out and continues to pound into your pussy like it is his own personal fleshlight.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous. Fuck—you still want that bracelet?” He was so riddled with lust that he couldn’t think straight. Whatever you wanted is yours. He couldn’t believe that he tried to stay away from something so perfect. He’ll never punish himself again.

“Mhm, daddy.” You moan in response. Your square nails leave crescent shaped marks into his olive tan skin.

“You’re so fucking addictive.” Naoya groans. His thin silver chain presses against the tip of your nose as he shifts his head higher. A warm kiss warms up your skin, something so small but intimate. This was a major from someone like Naoya, a person who preferred quick meaningless sex.

A soft gasp escapes past your lips that’s quickly silenced by his lips. His hips had slowed down and he was now giving you slow, deep strokes. Everything had become so intimate that you couldn’t stop the sharp sob from erupting from your throat.