#tehrani

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Jordyn Johnson by Kiyana Tehrani

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one-shots

Here you can find all (un)connected one-shots. This is RPF, read at your own discretion. Minors DNI.

Specific warnings can be found on each post.

✦ = smut ❦ = fluff ☾ = angst

➻ secret prompt list fics

girl!noah au:

✦ she's a silver lining | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Matt Dierkes | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ little remedy | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Layla(OFC) | Word Count: 4.4k

noah sebastian:

✦ devour me | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.2k

✦ together: noah sebastian | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader |Word Count: 2.2k

✦ the great escape | Pairing: Noah Sebastian | Word Count: 1.5k

☾ dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 5.9k

❦ anywhere with you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 1.1k

✦ a thousand flowers could bloom | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ the manic rhapsody | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 595

❦ i'll be yours and you'll be... | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader | Word Count: 447

❦ whatever the sun will always sing is you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.1k

✦ sudden desire | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.7k

☾❦✦ a prayer to venus | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Maya (OFC) | Word Count: 21k

✦ you get me closer to god | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader x Darius Tehrani | Word Count: 2.7k

✦ handmade my feelings for you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Folio | Word Count: 1.8k

nick folio:

❦ 38. i want to see you | Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader | Word Count: 699

✦ handmade my feelings for you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Folio | Word Count: 1.8k

nicholas ruffilo:

❦ i need you so much closer | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader | Word Count: 632

jolly karlsson:

❦ make me safe | Pairing: dad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 633

✦ gentle impulsion | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader | Word Count: 597

❦ find me here where i belong | Pairing: stepdad!Jolly x f!reader | Word Count: 585

darius therani:

✦ the kind of love i've been dreamin' of | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 2.5k

✦ heaven in your skin | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 3k

✦ dream like a butterfly | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8K

✦ like some kind of heaven | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 505

✦ you get me closer to god | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader x Darius Tehrani | Word Count: 2.7k

matt dierkes:

✦ you live in my dream state | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x f!reader | Word Count: 1.3k

❦ to be alone with you | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 516

jolly x nick (x f!reader):

✦ you help me lose my mind | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 4.1K

✦ it’s just you and me now | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson | Word Count: 3.2k

[sitkowski]

petrichor ( darius tehrani x f!reader )

pairing: darius tehrani x f!reader cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ subby darius, gentle femdom, a little bit of gentle degradation, mirror kink, masturbation, panty kink i suppose, praise kink, vaginal fingering, spitting, hair pulling. word count: 1.5k author's note: this is for everyone who's tortured me with this man, you're welcome. title comes from the movements song, divider by @saradika-graphics

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You had warned him if he kept sending you mirror selfies while he was out on the road that you were going to make him pay when he got home. He does it on purpose to drive you crazy, and while some of them end up on his socials, some are just for you. Even after you tell him that he’s gonna be sorry, he doesn’t stop. He sends them at random times throughout the day for you; one of him fresh out of the shower, a hotel towel barely covering him and hair still dripping on his shoulders. Another, a few minutes before he’s due to go on stage, the dull lighting in the dressing room doing nothing to hide the intense look in his eyes. If you have to see one more photo of him posed in front of some mirror and that little smirk on his face, you’re going to throw your phone out the window.

You don’t tell him that you have anything planned. Honestly, he’s a little surprised when he comes home and finds most of the apartment the two of you share is dark. It’s not that late and normally, you’re waiting for him. You still are, but not in the living room. Darius finds you in the bedroom, sprawled out on your bed. He leans in the doorway and watches you for a few minutes while you pretend to ignore him. You’re scrolling through your phone, wearing one of his t-shirts and not much else, feet kicking idly in the air. Before you bother to acknowledge him, he sees the mirror by the dresser. That definitely wasn’t there before he left for tour.

“Bought something new?” he asks, almost innocently.

“It’s for you,” you say, tossing your phone aside and sitting up. “Why don’t you come over? Look at it a little closer.”

He doesn’t know the game, but he’s always willing to play. Walking further into the room, he steps up to the mirror. It’s taller than him, almost to the ceiling with a heavy black frame. You slip off the bed and step up behind him, feeling him breathe in deeply as you wrap your arms around his torso and peek around him.

“Take off your clothes for me,” you say. He starts to say your name, but you cut him off, shaking your head. “You wanted to send me a bunch of slutty selfies while you were gone, and I told you I was going to make you pay when you got back. So go ahead and do that for me.”

Darius meets your eyes in the mirror as you step off to the side. The corner of his mouth tilted up when you’d said slutty selfies so he’d known exactly what he was doing. You wait him out and eventually he gives in and takes off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You resist the urge to touch him, instead walking a half circle around him until you’re on his other side.

“Kneel in front of the mirror.”

This time, he turns to look at you, but you only cross your arms over your chest and wait. He sinks down to his knees in front of the mirror like you instructed, and you step up behind him, running your fingertips along his shoulders. You can feel him shudder beneath your touch, and you reach around to drag your fingers up and down his sternum. Darius tips his head back against you, keeping his eyes on your reflection as you touch him.

Bending over him, you place a kiss against the edge of his jaw. “Touch yourself for me?”

His breath draws in sharply, and when you glance down his torso you can see that he’s already half hard just from kneeling for you. Straightening back up, you watch as he reaches down to take himself in a loose fist, stroking from base to tip slowly. You keep your hands on him, light touches that make him shiver. When you tell him to stop, he gasps out a curse, but takes his hand off his cock. You reach down and bring his palm up to your mouth, spitting in it before telling him to continue.

“More,” he begs as he strokes himself faster, the added slick making the sound more prominent.

“More?” You give a teasing edge to the word and he clenches his jaw. “I don’t know, I think you’re doing good all by yourself.”

But you know what he wants and you thread your fingers into his hair, tilting his head back against your stomach. He lets out a sound that is half moan, half whine, and opens his mouth for you to spit onto his tongue. You run your thumb over his lower lip before using your hold on his hair to make him look in the mirror again.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know?” you don’t expect an answer, and he only hums and turns his head to press his mouth against your palm, kissing it softly. He’s rocking up into his fist, tightening his grip and speeding up his strokes, and your eyes bounce between his cock and his face in the reflection of the mirror. “Okay, stop.”

Darius lets out a disbelieving noise. “Why—”

You give his hair a little yank and he moans, doing what he’s told. You can see the way he’s tense all over and his cock twitches under your gaze. He looks as if he wants to beg you to let him continue, but he keeps silent, jaw clenching.

“Okay, go on.”

He lets out the breath that he was holding, immediately taking himself in hand again. You don’t tell him how so he goes right back to the hard, fast strokes from before. Each twist of his wrist leaves him gasping for air, and you let him go like that for a few minutes before you’re telling him to stop again. He chokes out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob and you let go of his hair before walking around to stand in front of him.

Looking up at you, Darius waits with his hands on his thighs, clenching and unclenching until you give him the go ahead again. Only this time you don’t, not right away. Reaching up beneath your shirt, you hook your fingers into the sides of your panties and tug them down. He tracks the movement greedily, and he must think that you’re going want to fuck. But instead, you pick them up and drop them in his lap.

“That’s not fucking fair,” he groans, tipping forward to press his face against your thigh. “Babe, c’mon…”

“What are you waiting for? Keep going.”

Growling under his breath, he wraps the fabric around his fist before he starts stroking himself again, rough and uncoordinated. You can’t even feel bad for exploiting one of his weaknesses. He moans into your skin, leaving little kisses along your upper thigh every now and then. When he tries to get his head beneath the shirt you’re still wearing, you laugh breathlessly and pull his head back.

“Not yet baby, you’re gonna come for me first.”

Darius’ brow furrows in concentration and you can’t help but kneel down in front of him, getting a closer look as he fists his cock with your underwear. You can't help but kiss him and he kisses back, absolutely filthy. The harsh gasps he's letting out against your mouth are music to your ears and you keep kissing him until you can't breathe anymore, only to stop just enough to suck in air before kissing him again. Darius comes like that, his free hand fisted in the front of your shirt to keep you close. 

“Yeah,” he mutters against your lips, “That really taught me my lesson.”

Before you can say anything he’s grabbing you by your hips and yanking you across his lap. He’s dropped your panties but his fingers are still slick with his come and he slides his hand between your thighs. He wastes no time curling two fingers into you and you gasp, trying to rise up on your knees, hips rolling down onto his hand. His thumb rolls in tight circles over your clit and you slump forward to press your face into his shoulder. He's the only one who's ever been able to get you this close this fast and he knows it, he's always proud of how fast he can make you come, wringing every bit of pleasure out of you that he can until you're begging for mercy. He's always so good for you. 

You fist your hands in Darius’ hair again, tugging his mouth back to yours and you feel your orgasm right there, just out of reach.

"You're gonna fucking kill me," he mutters against your mouth and you clench around his fingers. "Come on angel, give me my reward."

That alone is enough to make you come and he works you through it, fingers sliding through your folds until you reach down to grab his wrist. Darius pulls back to pepper kisses along your cheeks and you smile helplessly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“So you don’t like my slutty selfies?” he asks finally.

Narrowing your eyes, you reach back to give his hair a yank. “Zip it.”

“Yes ma’am.” he murmurs before tipping back onto the floor and pulling you across his chest.

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help

[thecoyotescry]

Happy birthday to me! He posted this just for me! He knew I needed to be fed! 😍

[circle-with-me]

the world needs more Darius content omg

you are so right, anon! there’s a few of us on here that post him semi-frequently but he really deserves more love.

look at him 😍

the man is capable of both feral AND pookie. it’s insane. he’s a menace. he’s the love of my life.

(he’s also insanely talented. we cannot forget that. everyone listen to spite rn they’re incredible)

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18+ below the cut. (Pet play, collar and leash, muzzle, possible d/s dynamic if you squint a little)

Bored.

So bored.

More often than not lately, Darius found himself chained and muzzled. Left alone for what felt like hours. Left alone to “think about what he’d done.” Amusing—cute, even. He sighed, heavy and deep. He looked at the chain connecting him to the bed. It would be so easy to break free, come searching for you to see what could possibly be taking you so long. He could almost picture the expression on your face, so dumbfounded and shocked.

A silly little chain not properly secured, not enough to keep him in place. But Darius was trying to behave, to be a good dog.

For today. For once.

He had an itch on his jaw that he desperately needed to scratch, but the muzzle made it impossible to reach. Sure, he could take it off, but what if you unexpectedly returned and caught him without it? Perhaps that was risk he would take another day, when he wanted to misbehave.

Until then, Darius would wait, like the good, obedient dog you wanted him to be. You were far from a professional dog trainer, but you liked to think you were doing your best.

The second he heard you coming down the hall, Darius’ eyes were glued to the open bedroom door, eagerly awaiting your presence. Finally, he’d be able to scratch his itch.

He smiled behind the muzzle when he saw you, arms crossed and leaning on the door frame. You said nothing, merely staring him down, barely finding the willpower to keep yourself from raking your gaze over his naked body. One arm so casually propped behind him while the other lay across his belly. The movement of his legs spreading just that bit wider caught your attention anyway, rendering your attempt useless—always a gorgeous sight no matter how much or how little he wore. God, if looks could kill…

Darius watched you watch him. He loved watching you silently command him to stand down with the raise of your brows, lived to see you get more and more frustrated when he didn’t listen—but he was trying to be good.

He looked away before you had a chance to raise your brows, opting to look at his half hard cock instead. But his eyes went back to you as you slowly crossed the threshold and sat at the opposite end of the bed.

He crawled over to you as far as he could until he ran out of chain. It would be so easy to break free… one of these days, he would, if for no other reason than to see how you tame him.

Darius watches you with soft eyes as you reach behind his head and unfasten the muzzle, freeing at least some of him from his restraints. You cup his jaw for a moment, admiring the doe eyed look on his face, then scratch his jaw right where he’s been dying. He melts under the affection, eyes falling shut and sighing contently.

When you stop, he glances up at you and asks so softly, “Can I have a kiss?”

And you’re so proud of him for asking instead of demanding. You reward him by fulfilling his request.

Usually, Darius is quick to get his tongue in your mouth, but he lets you lead, lips gliding together seamlessly as he tried to keep a grip on himself. He loved kissing you, loved how delicately and tenderly your cared for him, even in instances like now when you think you have such control over him.

He placed so much trust into you, and you into him.

Darius was a good dog—playful, obedient most days, and loyal to a fault. He’d bare his teeth to protect you and come home covered in blood with the biggest smile.

[digitalfountains]

Jordyn Johnson by Kiyana Tehrani

[darksigns-exe]

big and scary metal guy

[komaedamizuki]

listening to eagan talk:

[multivstx]

egan apologist ❤️

[rahullkohli]

sexy, sexy asians says god is a woman

[electric-cross]

Mine

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.3k

Darius gets jealous and wants to show his girlfriend who she belongs to. Smut ensues.

You slammed the car door shut, making your way up the driveway to the front door, your boyfriend, Darius, close behind.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t know why you were flirting with him all night,” he called after you.

Your pace quickened as you approached the door, “For the hundredth time, I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“It sure seemed like it! And you seemed to be enjoying it too,” he replied as you unlocked the door and made your way inside.

You walked through the threshold, making your way to the living room where you sat your purse down on the coffee table, “Oh my god, Darius, this is insane! Why would I flirt with him? I love you, remember? I’m with you. I don’t want anybody else. We were just talking and he was a cool guy! Sorry, if I was enthusiastically reciprocating a conversation with someone I found interesting. That doesn’t mean I want to suck his cock!”

He was close behind you, still intent on an argument, “I get all that, but you guys just seemed a little too friendly for my liking.”

“Oh my god!” you began as you headed toward the bedroom, “I’m sorry for being a friendly person. I’m sorry if you felt jealous and insecure because I was having a polite conversation at a wedding of all places. It’s not my fault that you’re reading into shit that isn’t there.”

His pace matched yours and soon he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared as you stood in front of your dresser, taking off the jewelry you had worn for the occasion. You still hadn’t bothered to look at him, feeling your anger rising. You were about to start ignoring him completely, finding the entire matter ridiculous and insulting. As if you could ever want someone else.

“Hey! I am not jealous and insecure, I just don’t like watching my girlfriend get along so well with another guy.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you shouted, “So I can never have male friends? Is that it?”

“No, of course you can. I just don’t think you need to have friends like THAT.”

You finally turned to look at him, “Like what?”

He paused, “Like, I don’t know. Just like that! The way you were smiling at him and giggling and shit. I don’t like it.”

“So, I’m not supposed to laugh when I find something funny? Should I have just told him that I liked his joke but my boyfriend has strict rules about my public behavior? Is that it?”

Darius groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do. You keep insisting that I was playing into some bullshit game, like I was deliberately trying to hurt you, like I would ever do that, and no matter what I say, you won’t believe me.”

“I don’t think you were trying to hurt me,” he began, “But it still did anyway. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

You walked over to the closet, taking your high heeled shoes off and placing them in their designated spot, “I wouldn’t like it if you flirted with some other girl, of course, but I know I don’t have to worry about that. Just like you don’t have to worry about that with me!”

“I did today.”

You threw your head back, closing your eyes, “Oh my god, Darius! This is fucking stupid! I don’t want that guy! I don’t want any other guy! I know who I belong to, and I’m happy that way, okay? Fuck!”

You turned to face your boyfriend, seeing him still standing in the doorframe, arms crossed. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now. He still seemed upset and angry, but there was a flash of something else in his gaze.

He slowly began to walk toward you, “You know who you belong to?”

“Yes, Darius. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m in love with you and I’m yours. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

He closed in on you, backing you up against the wall, “You’re mine?”

“Yes.”

He placed his hands on your hips and shoved you backward until you made forceful contact with the wall behind you. His grip remained, pinning you. He leaned his head down toward you, a serious expression on his face.

“You say you’re mine, but I think you may have forgotten. Do I need to remind you?” he said as his hands gripped tighter around your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress.

You met his gaze, still angry and unwilling to back down, “Darius. I’m. Yours. How many times do I have to say it?”

He looked at you intently, eyes piercing through you, “I want to hear it again. I want to hear you scream it so there’s no doubt in my mind.”

You recognized that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. You felt your heart rate increase and your breathing become labored. You were still angry, still insulted that he could think you would do something like this. You didn’t want to give in to him. To give him exactly what he wanted, but he was so close to you. His body nearly pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, the eye contact, and his undeniably sexy voice becoming more stern. It roused something within you. You had more and more trouble standing your ground when he was so enticing.

“Darius,” you said hesitantly, feeling your resolve weaken, “Baby, I’m yours.”

He continued looking into your eyes, completely serious as he said, “That’s not good enough. I need you to convince me.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were on yours. The kiss was forceful and deliberate. He was trying to claim you. He was angry, and you knew what was in store for you. As upset as you were with him, you couldn’t deny the feelings washing over you. The shiver down your spine as he worked his lips over yours, almost demanding you kiss him back. You fought against your better judgment, knowing you should push him off of you and take some time apart to let things simmer. Maybe go take a shower and wash this day off. Anything to put some distance between the two of you, but your body was betraying you.

You slowly reciprocated the kiss, feeling yourself begin to lose track of any thought of an argument, or pretty much anything else. You were being swept up by this man. This man that you should be angrier with, that you should refuse, but that you couldn’t deny. He was the sexiest man you’d ever known and his touch was electrifying, even when you were pissed off. You hated to indulge him, to let him have his way and think that his behavior was acceptable, but his soft lips on yours had your head spinning so fast you couldn’t latch onto a single thought no matter how hard you tried. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but he caught them before you could achieve your goal. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. He used one hand to secure them both, then moved his other hand back to your waist, ensuring you couldn’t move.

He broke the kiss, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did what you were told and suddenly felt his tongue enter you, sliding furiously against your own. His grip on your wrists and waist tightening to a point of slight pain. He kissed you for a moment longer then pulled away completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“I’m gonna show you just who the fuck you belong to.”

Before you could process exactly what he’d said, he was using one leg to spread yours open. With his hand on your waist, he gripped the fabric of your dress and pushed it up over your hips, exposing your panties to him. He then took the opportunity to press his knee against your clothed genitals. Slowly rubbing you through the garment.

You felt your breathing hitch and quicken as he worked on you, eyes still piercing into yours. You fought the urge to moan, still angry enough to deny him exactly what he was looking for. But, that all changed when he replaced his knee with the hand that had been on your waist. His touch was not gentle. He rubbed you hard through your underwear, even making small circles where he knew your clit would be. This time, you did moan. A small, quiet moan, but enough to rouse him.

“This is mine. Do you understand?” he said.

Your voice began to shake, “Yes.”

He slipped his hand into your panties and began working on your clit with no barrier. You felt your knees start to buckle, suddenly grateful that he was still pinning your hands to the wall, ensuring your position.

He quickened his pace, “I don’t think you do. I think I need to show you some more.”

His hand left your clit, leaving you aching. Before you could protest, he was swiftly pulling your panties down until they fell to your feet. You stepped out of them, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. He once again used his leg to force yours open. Wasting no time, his hand was immediately back to your pussy. This time, tracing the wet slit with his finger. The feeling made you shiver, and you know he noticed. Without saying a word, he slipped his finger inside of you. Your back arched into him as the sensation of him violating you made its way through your body. He forced another finger inside, slowly stretching you out, his eyes never leaving yours.

He pumped and curled his fingers inside, increasing the wetness that had begun pouring onto his hand. His movements becoming harsher, creating a squelching sound as he fucked you with his digits. You closed your eyes and let out the softest moans.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “Look at me as I take what’s mine.”

You complied, seeing the arousal in his gaze. It made you weak. Suddenly forgetting why you were supposed to be upset with him, and dying for more. You leaned your hips forward, pressing into him, fucking yourself on his hand, never breaking eye contact.

His lips parted and you could tell he was becoming increasingly aroused by your movements, “No, baby. I’m in charge now.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and brought them to your lips. He traced the skin with his wet fingers before pushing them inside, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned softly as you started gently sucking his fingers, tasting your arousal. Before you knew it, he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using the same hand to wrap it around your throat.

You gasped slightly, feeling his hand closing around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cause your breathing to falter. His hand still wrapped around your wrists, squeezing in unison. His lips crashed against yours again, wasting no time in sliding his tongue back in to taste you. He loved tasting your pussy from your own mouth. His grip on your neck increasing so much that you thought he may cut off your breathing entirely.

Just as you were about to protest, he pulled his lips away and his hand left your neck and wrists. Breathing returning once more, you panted as you watched him undo the buckle of his belt. Your eyes transfixed on his tattooed hands pulling the item through the loops of his pants and off his body completely. You had begun to pull yourself away from the wall when he wrapped the belt around your throat, closing the loop against your skin, and once again, limiting your breathing.

He pulled you forward and led you to the side of the bed you shared. Without saying a word, he roughly pushed you so that you were bent over the edge of the furniture. He pushed the fabric of your dress back over your waist again, then pulled on the belt around your neck. You thought he might break your neck for a moment from the force of his pull.

You had no time to be concerned with your neck, as he soon smacked your ass so hard you were sure it had split the skin. You moaned out loud from pleasure and pain. He did it again. And again. And again. The skin on your behind stinging as he smacked and pulled the belt. This man was not in the mood to be romantic with you. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to show you who you belonged to.

He switched between spanking you and roughly kneading the flesh of your ass. Grabbing so hard, you knew he was adding to the bruises that were surely already there. He stopped for a moment and you were about to ask why, before you heard the zipper of his pants. You knew he was done making a show of things. That now he would truly claim you. You were more than ready.

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. You would have moaned, but Darius was pulling on the belt again, cutting off most of your circulation. Before you could register what was happening, he roughly slammed his cock into you. You would have buried your face into the bed had he not been holding your neck up. You heard him moan loudly from the contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

He wasted no time quickly thrusting into you. There was no warm up. No gentleness. He was fucking you. Truly fucking you. He gripped your waist with his free hand to better pound into your throbbing cunt, still pulling on the belt. You moaned in wanton lust, loving every feeling of being dominated by this man. He was right. You were his.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “Do you understand? All mine.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head from the tone of his voice and you moaned, “I’m yours, Darius. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He moaned louder, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you managed to slip out.

“You can do better than that,” he said as he once again slapped your ass, then proceeded to fuck you even more roughly.

“Oh!” you shouted at the contact, “Oh my god, Darius, I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fuck!”

He growled louder, “Yeah? You remember who you belong to now, baby? You know that only I get to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Say it,” he practically barked at you.

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tightness in your pussy, “Only you get to fuck me, Darius.”

“Tell me you belong to me,” he said as he pulled the belt tighter, forcing you to look upward.

You were getting close. The sensation of his cock inside you only exacerbated by the possessiveness in his words.

“I belong to you, baby. Oh, fuck. Only you, Darius.”

He moaned loudly, “That’s my good girl. MY good girl.”

He pushed down on your lower back, forcing it against the bed, still not releasing his grip on your throat. The new angle causing even more access to your cunt. He slammed into you with as much force as he could muster, causing you both to cry out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you shouted, filling the mostly quiet room with your screams.

His moans echoed yours and you knew he was close too, “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Cum inside that pretty pussy so you know it’s mine.”

Your eyes rolled back once more and your mouth gaped. Your orgasm bubbling up and threatening to rip through you at any moment. You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were done for.

You let out a series of whimpers and Darius knew you were about to come undone, “Cum for me baby. Be my good girl, and cum all over my cock.”

Somehow, he managed to fuck you even harder and you were done. You moaned and screamed and writhed as you felt the liquid pouring out between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Fuck,” he moaned, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You were still cumming when you felt the belt around your neck and his hand on your hip both begin to tighten, “Shit. You sound so fucking hot when you cum, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m-”

He never finished his sentence. Instead, he was gripping onto you for dear life, hunching over you, pouring his cum deep inside, as promised. He moaned loudly. More of a growl than anything. You could tell he had cum hard. His moans a bit more prolonged than they usually were when he finished. You both felt your orgasms taper off at the same time.

Eventually, he loosened the belt around your throat and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling your head spinning from the orgasm and the returning flow of oxygen. Your head fell forward to the bed as you attempted to collect yourself. You shivered at the feeling of him pulling himself out of you completely.

No one said anything. He gently pulled you up until you were standing before him. Your back flush against his chest. You could still feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against you. His hand wrapped around your waist as he placed a small kiss against the side of your neck. The spot tender from the belt.

He breathed deeply against you, “I love you, baby.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back into his chest, “I love you, too.”

His hand softly rubbed against your stomach, “Are we okay?”

You turned to face him, “Yes, we’re okay. But please know that I really am yours. I didn’t mean to hurt you today, but you need to trust me, okay?”

“I know. I’m sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart. I just love you so much. The thought of you wanting someone else just fucking breaks me.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “I know, baby. I promise you, there’s no one I want besides you. Okay?”

He smiled, finally convinced, “Okay.”

You pulled back, “Good. Now that we’re done with this, I’m finally gonna go take a shower. So hands off for just a little while, alright?”

He laughed, “Alright. I can behave. For a little while, anyway. I can’t promise I’ll behave later, though.”

You grinned, “That’s fine. But maybe not quite as rough next time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I’m afraid you’ll leave marks if we do this again.”

His eyes glanced down to your neck, “Baby, you already have marks.”

“I do?” you asked as you turned to face the standing mirror in your bedroom, “Oh. I do. Well, I guess they can serve as a reminder of who I belong to.”

Darius smiled, “I guess they can, but I think you could always use more of a reminder.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I could? Like what?”

He returned your smirk then scooped you up into his arms, “Well, let me join you in the shower and I’ll show you.”

You giggled, “Okay. But this time, you’re gonna tell me that you’re mine.”

“Deal,” he replied as he carried you off into the bathroom.

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forever plagued by this man and his thighs

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Ladies and gentlemen, darius tehrani of spite