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roeroe-world · 5 months

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her noah, his wiz.

starring: aka roxxie as yaya, method man as cassius

set in 1997.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, profane language, detailed smut, adult situations, very long and lengthy scene ahead

The beauty of a black woman is unlike any other. Graced in different shades and sizes. Ebony skin crafted perfectly in the hands of God. Their creativity is unmatched. Trendsetters to the absolute max.

We’ve all heard the saying the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice… well, it’s absolutely true. Cassius is just one of many black men whom held the proof.

His woman, Yaya, is the perfect shade of brown. A true melanated queen, a head adorned with a crown. Whatever he wanted, she was down.

No-one could replace his girl. She’s his earth, his sun, the one. Yaya is his one and only true love, truly irreplaceable. They’ve had their ups and downs but still no other bitch could replace her.

“Aye, shorty? I’m home.” Cassius enters their home, after a long day of hustling and doing what he had to do to provide for his woman. He always made sure to make it home in one piece, never wanting his woman to worry about his whereabouts although she always did.

“I’m in here, baby!” Her sweet, Trinidadian and Queens accent meets his eardrums.

A familiar aroma exiting the kitchen invades his nostrils, he rubs his hands together, knowing whatever she cooked would be bomb. More than likely, she was cooking up a Caribbean dish.

Upon entering their spacious kitchen, the sight of his woman rocking blonde tresses nearly made him drool. She must’ve got her hair done today. He loves bright colors on her because it compliments her skin tone so well.

His shorty could rock braids, curls, a mullet, Bantu knots, anything, and she’d still look good. Yaya happened to be versatile with her looks which he adores. She wasn’t a basic bitch and she’s far from average.

The ebony woman stood unapologetically in her skin tone, a frame shaped like an hourglass, and a phat ass. In his eyes, nobody is on her level— not even actress, Halle Berry.

“Damn, who you looking this good for?” He envelopes his arms around her tiny frame, a firm grip on her plump bottom as his head dips into the crook of her neck. His pink lips planting sensual kisses along her soft skin.

His infamous scent of expensive cologne and weed dancing within her nostrils, making her feel right at home.

“You. As always.” She giggles, caressing his clothed back. “How was your day?”

“Same ‘ol shit.”

Yaya didn’t question him any further. She knew he was doing his thing in the streets.

Cassius slightly backs away to give her space to open the oven door, leaning against the island and scanning her frame closely through his Versace glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“So… Radiah and I went by Saks today and they had these fly ass high-heel boots. Baby, you should’ve saw ‘em— I mean, they had the cheetah print fur and leather.” Amongst opening the oven door, she sits the dish onto the table and removes the mittens off of her dainty manicured hands. “Then there was this purse. I think it was Prada or Dolce Gabbana. Bad.”

Reaching into the pocket of his baggy leather jacket, “How much money you need to go shopping?”

A bright smile creeps upon her glossy lips as she holds up her hand, showcasing the exact amount she wanted. Her dainty hand bending largely into the air.

Without a hesitation, Cassius chuckles, “I got you, baby.” He counts his cash and hands his woman a wad of money without wasting any time. Money isn’t a thing when it comes to spoiling his girl.

His wiz deserves the finer things in life.

“You always got me, baby.” She plants a loving kiss amongst his pink lips. Ain’t no nigga like the one she got.

1995. 1995 was the year, Cassius and Yaya first laid their dark brown orbs onto one another at Biggie’s concert. It was lust at first sight. A pretty face and a phat ass left him mesmerized but her aura left him hypnotized. Of course, she liked his roughneck look and thought he had it going on.

“What’s good, beautiful? I’m Cassius.” The brown dyed finger waves eccentuated her facial features. Her wine, red dress hugged her small figure as well as a pair of Jordan’s adorning her small feet.

He searched through the crowd to approach her, no longer focusing on the fact that one of his favorite rappers was performing on stage. Cassius was determined to talk to her, despite the rowdiness and ruckus occurring around them.

His hand outward for her to shake it which she does, scanning his being. His hair happened to be in a wild fro, dressed in baggy clothing and a fresh pair of Nikes. “Hello, Cassius. The name’s Yaya.” She definitely enjoyed the sight in front of her. “I’m guessing you want my number.”

Her accent caught him a bit off guard but instead he just grins, saying, “Yeah. If that’s cool with you.” She returns the grin, a grin that indicated that she was fucking with him.

For the rest of the show, they kicked it and remained in touch.

Despite the urges to want to pounce on him the moment they were finally alone for the first time, she made him work for it. Honestly, he loved every moment of it. ‘Cause it was worth it in the end. She’s worth it.

Here they were in 1997, still going strong. Cassius had been nothing short from a real nigga from the get go, fulfilling his promise to give her the world as he did. He treats her like a queen while keeping her laced in the finer things.

Despite possessing her own hard earned money, she has a man who could provide. A man whom she loves from his head to his toes. Who she’d ride for at any given moment.

He peers downward in her direction, grabbing a hold of Yaya’s left hand which held a large diamond rock on her fourth finger and intertwining their fingers, “Shit. I can’t wait to marry you.” The two staring onto one another passionately.

At times, she would often stare at her engagement ring, wondering if it was real or not. The stunning nine carat emerald cut diamond band adorned her left hand for the past four months.

New York City, it was pouring rain. The couple were enjoying their dinner at a popular luxurious restaurant in the city. Suddenly, their conversation transitioned into a heart to heart, expressing to one another how appreciative they were. But Cassius had more planned.

The palm of their hands connected as his thumb caressed the top of her hand, his raspy New York accent flowing within her eardrums. Their eyes never tearing away from one another.

“When you met me I ain’t have nothing and you didn’t have to fuck with me. But you did— no matter how much of a fucking handful I was. I wasn’t easy to deal with yet you remained solid. You stayed down, held a nigga down and helped mold me into the man I am today like no other woman could. You never folded when shit got tough and for that I ain’t got nothing but love and respect for you…”

He spoke truthfully, scanning her facial features and taking in her beauty. “Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you or replacing what you did. You keep it real. You all I ever wanted in a woman.” Cassius meant every single word. “We got history, shorty and knowing that—” The male reaches into his pocket and bends on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Instantaneously, her eyes bulged out of her head and she hops out of her seat without a hesitation. “Yes, Cassius, I’ll marry you!” Yaya’s high jet black ponytail bounced as she hops up and down in excitement similar to a child, smiling brightly.

A heartwarming grin amongst his pink lips, he slides the ring onto her finger and the moment he began to stand, she jumps into his arms. Their lips connecting passionately as if they were the only individuals in the establishment.

Yet, they had an entire audience, clapping and making sounds of approval for the couple.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” Their lips connect yet again. “You hungry?” She began to make him a plate.

“Hell yeah.” He wastes no time responding, his arms enveloping her waist as he watched her.

————

The couple hopped out of Cassius’ Mercedes Benz, strolling hand in hand into the large home. Cassius’ homeboy, Derek, lived it up and hosted lavish parties. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about the white people in his neighborhood.

They could call five-o on him at any moment yet he still couldn’t care less. It’s his house and he pays the bills, no-one could tell him what to do with his household. He continued to throw parties damn near every weekend, plus, his house is big enough.

“Aye, what’s good, Cee?!” He greets his childhood friend, their hands clapping together while bringing one another in to clap the other’s back. “Ain’t shit. This piece jumpin’.” Cassius glances around the packed mansion, slightly nodding and rapping along to the music.

“Hey, Yaya. You look good.” Derek embraces the young woman into a friendly hug which she returns. “Hi, Derek.” He so happened to be one of the few of Cassius’ friends she actually liked.

Rap music played loudly, smoke clouded the house and women were everywhere. Mob Deep’s Quiet Storm Remix featuring Lil Kim blared throughout the speakers. It was live, for sure. Cassius and Yaya found themselves indulging in just a few drinks— more so Yaya, dancing together.

One thing about Yaya is she was going to have a drink or two or even three. She likes to drink and was already about to gulp down her fourth one.

Meanwhile, Cassius was on his third blunt of the day and only had one drink. He isn’t much of a drinker like Yaya happens to be. The only difference is he could function properly when intoxicated, she couldn’t. His baby is lightweight.

A lit blunt sat in between the male’s index and middle finger, shaking his head, “Aht, no more drinks for you, Yaya.” He garners the red cup from her hold and sits it onto a nearby table earning a pout. She couldn’t handle her liquor especially when she’s had too much to drink.

Irrational isn’t even the word to describe how she acted when often intoxicated. He didn’t like when she would drink, he never could.

“You are not my damn daddy.” Childishly, crossing her arms, Cassius doesn’t pay her actions any mind.

The smoke between his lips blows into her face carelessly, hitting her nostrils and eventually her blood stream. She’s not much of a smoker, opposed to Cassius. Though with the amount of smoke clouding her, she was already high as a kite and drunk.

His arms are lifted above his head, his tall frame swaying side to side, singing along to 112’s Cupid. Low red eyeballs piercing downward into hers as he sung the lyrics to the woman. “…And when I tell you I need you. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there, oooh,” It was so off key that the beauty found herself laughing. Her mood immediately shifting, giving into his antics.

Suddenly, she envelopes her arms around his neck and the couple began to sing off key together, even messing up a few of the lyrics along the way.

“True love won’t lie but you won’t know unless you give it try, give it try…” They sang in unison, cracking up at themselves for finishing the note terribly. “I’d rather die before I— before I lie to you,” Yaya’s other free hand swayed side to side while the other remained around his neck. “Never wanna leave, never wanna go, ah oooh— no, no, no, no, nooo, no ohh…”

Their failed attempt to hit the high note results in their laughter to double over. The woman pushes his face away playfully, claiming, “You fuckin’ up my song, nigga.” A mug present amongst her canvas.

Tossing his head backward, chuckling, his head lifts upward yet again as his tongue drags across his pink lips. “You not exactly a Mariah or a Whitney. Shit, you not even a Brandy, shorty.” She gasps in response at the insult, her stomach hurting from the amount of laughing she’d been doing all night.

“Fuck you.” The woman laughs uncontrollably.

Grinning goofily, Cassius forced his fiancée into his embrace and palms her backside. His head dipping into the crook of her neck to plant small pecks upon her skin, inhaling her sweet expensive perfume. He loves him some Yaya.

He enjoyed days like these ‘cause they weren’t always like this.

At times, they would beef for no reason. Yaya tends to get her moods and so does Cassius. They both collectively possess attitudes out of this world and at times their fights could be brutal, harsh. So it was important that the couple basked in the calmness and peacefulness, living in the moment.

They’re still very young individuals, trying to figure themselves and this thing called life out. In the midst of healing from childhood trauma, trying their absolute best to break generational curses. Not wanting to follow the same mistakes their parents made.

Though, at times, it could be unavoidable.

“Yo, Cee, let me whoop yo’ ass in pool.” That familiar raspy New York accent makes her roll her eyes. Exodus.

Cassius’ body no longer on hers and his attention averting to his homeboy, kissing his teeth playfully. “My bad for breaking up y’all little love session.” Exodus’ and Yaya’s eyes meet for a split second the moment she turns, looking him up and down quickly. “You don’t mind if I steal your cheatin’ ass nigga real quick to beat him in pool?” Despite her growing upset, she nods in approval anyways.

“Yeah, no. I don’t mind.” She and Cassius were enjoying their time together until he barged in for a game of fucking pool. Pathetic.

Chuckling, Cassius sends a loving peck to his woman’s lips, “I’ll be back, shorty.” Before leaving, his hand taps her plump backside that sat perfectly in her leather pants. “Nigga, I won that game fair and square. You just a sore loser. Fuck outta here— drinking fourties’ like it’s still the eighties or some shit.” He jokes on his friend while shoving him, the pair walking away alongside one another.

While her fiancé was gone, she decided to have another drink then came another one. As much as she was drinking, she had to use the bathroom. Upon completing what she needed to do, she found herself staring at herself in the mirror.

There she stood. Face made up to perfection with the compliments of MAC and Chanel. Expensive blonde tresses falling just below her backside. A long sleeved shirt that read Moschino in red and white letters. A pair of dark red leather pants crafted perfectly by well-known brand, Versace. As well as a pair of black heeled Chanel boots.

Her ears adorned in diamond earrings that read ‘C’ as well as an iced out chain sitting upon her breasts that spelled out her fiance’s name. Lifting her manicured left hand, the diamond band stares right back at her.

Honestly, Yaya couldn’t believe her life, at times. She’s had her fair share of boyfriends yet none of them amounted to her Cassius. Her noah.

She was with him when he had nothing, still trying to scrape and figure his finances out. Now they were living lavish, money was no longer an issue. Yaya could go shopping whenever she pleased; closet filled with designer bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry.

He promised her the world and everything in it, fulfilling every promise he made.

Despite how well he treated her and kept her looking nice, it can all go grow a bit overwhelming. Yaya wasn’t used to having nice things especially during her childhood.

She was born to an alcoholic mother and a crack fiend of a father whom sold their belongings for their own personal gain and habits. At times, she had to fend for herself, so it was really rough growing up.

Retail therapy became her best-friend now that she has the funds. But it wasn’t always that way. During her teenage years, alcohol became a friend of hers. That habit hadn’t seem to die since then.

Stumbling out of the spacious bathroom, she heads for the stairs while holding onto the ledge as much as she could. Her current state earned a few stares yet she continues on her way to the pool room.

Individuals surrounded the pool table, engulfed in the sight of Cassius and Exodus have a showdown. She joins the crowd, smiling slightly. Their game of pool seemed to be growing intense as Exodus threw a wad of cash onto the table, shouting, “Put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is, mothafucka.” A grin amongst his two-toned lips.

“You tryna play me again after I done beat yo’ ass for what the… second time?” He speaks arrogantly, popping his nonexistent collar several times.

Arrogance pouring over his fresh tall frame as he daps up a few individuals surrounding him. As he does so, Yaya couldn’t help to notice a trio of females standing behind him and cheering him on loudly. She didn’t like that shit, at all.

She wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but they looked like hoes, dressed in the tightest and shortest outfits as if they didn’t live in New York and feel the 50 degree windy weather outside. They were definitely looking for the wrong attention, from the wrong person.

“What, nigga? Scared Im’ma beat you this time?” Exodus smirks.

“You know what? X wants the fuckin’ heat, Im’ma bring the fuckin’ heat. Let me spank that ass one good, last time.” Upon finishing his cocky comment, one of three women from the trio struts closer to Cassius and caresses his clothed back. A smile upon her bright face.

That was the last straw.

Yaya wastes no time to march to the scene, “Excuse me, yo?” She makes her presence known earning a plethora of stares. “Take your fuckin’ hands off my nigga.” Her tone rude and harsh, eyes piercing into the woman’s direction whom glances her upward and downward in confusion.

The mood in the entire room immediately shifts. “Who the fuck are you? First of all, I don’t even know you for you to be coming at me like that.” The woman does remove her touch but she was defensive, prepared to defend herself in any way shape or form.

“I’m his fiancée, bitch. Who the fuck is you?”

The minute the young woman began to get in her face is when Cassius intervened, he pulls Yaya into his embrace and shoves his woman behind his frame with a heavy sigh. “Both of y’all calm the fuck down. You…” He demands calmly, trailing off while planting his attention onto the angry unknown woman whom was trying to get closer to Yaya. “can back the fuck up.”

“Nah, ‘cause who she calling a bitch? Then this bitch got the nerve to come at me sideways about a nigga I ain’t even fuck? This hoe done lost her rabbit ass mind, yo.”

“Hoe?” Yaya chuckles drunkenly, foot tapping against the floor. “Look at you, bitch. Go find another nigga to give VD. But not this one. Learn to keep your fuckin’ stank ass hands to yourself. Point blank fucking period, yo.” Cassius shakes his head, sighing yet again.

This is the exact reason he didn’t want her drinking.

“Yo, I don’t know who you is but you making my girl feel some type of way so I’m gon’ ask you to walk away. Politely.” Cassius intervenes, preventing his woman from causing any harm. With the amount of liquor in her system? She would beat a bitch ass with no absolute hesitation.

The unknown woman tilts her head backward in offense, “Why the fuck I gotta leave? No disrespect, mothafucka, you ain’t my daddy. I was here first. It ain’t my fault yo’ bitch is insecure.” She was getting mad disrespectful with the mouth. Neither Cassius or Yaya was feeling it.

Cassius bit his tongue, knowing it held the power of making her cry. She didn’t deserve his energy. This broad was a nobody.

As much as a hothead Yaya happens to be, she attempts to reach over the tall male and lunge at the woman but fails. Eventually, grasping a pool stick and attempting to hit the woman with the item instead.

“Cassius? Let me go!” She shouts, more than prepared to fuck her up. In the midst of the madness, he remained calm and maintained his tight grip to block her from making any sudden movements.

“Aight, aight. Yo, you and your homegirls gotta get the fuck up outta here. Y’all sucking up the energy.” Derek overheard the commotion and decided to intervene, motioning the trio to the exit of his home.

“Fine. This shit was wack anyways. Girl, that nigga ain’t all that for you to be acting like a damn mental patient for.” The trio were on their way out the door, laughing loudly amongst themselves at what just took place a second ago.

Cassius shook his head angrily, “What type of fuckin’ nappy headed disrespectful ass broads you be invitin’ in here, man?” He quizzes his friend, connecting he and Yaya’s hands. “Yeah, nigga. We out.” Not only was Yaya upset, Cassius was too and just as much.

“Damn, nigga. Slow down.” She sends the male a harsh mug as he practically drags her out of the mansion by a tight grip on her hand.

Remaining silent is what he does because if he opened his mouth… Cassius would be bound to go off. He didn’t want to cause another scene in front of hundreds of people again.

Upon opening the passenger door for the young woman, shaking his head disappointingly, observing as she stumbled onto her seat. Her eyes search around, catching sight of the trio standing in front of Derek’s home, staring in the couple’s direction in pure hatred.

Childishly, she sticks out her tongue and flips all three of the women a bird before Cassius shuts the door behind her. He sends the trio an eye roll, strolling over to the driver side then opens his door, flipping the women off as well and hopping into his Benz.

————

Silence filled their two story home. Marijuana smoke clouding the living area. The light from the television being Cassius’ only source of light as he watches reruns of ‘Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t say a word, just pure silence as he smoked his blunt.

Meanwhile, Yaya saunters down the steps after a much needed shower and hopping out of bed upon realizing her man wasn’t spooning her. “Baby?” No response. He’s clearly upset and she could tell, she could feel it.

“Cassius, I know you hear me talking to you.” She joins him on the couch, sending multiple pecks to the side of his face and neck. “Come to bed, papa.” Her chin leaning against his left shoulder, running her hand across his fresh fade adorned with his black durag.

Still, he gives her the silent treatment.

“Cassius?” She summons his name yet again.

“You got a problem.” He speaks for the first time in hours. Head planted to the television screen.

“What?” She quizzes in confusion, eyebrows furrowing together and moving away from him slightly.

“Your drinking is starting to get out of control.”

Instantly, her head tilts backward as her nose turns up as if he was speaking another language. What he said isn’t foreign at all. She understood every single word he spoke but that didn’t mean she isn’t offended.

“I’ve been drinking since I was thirteen, Cassius. I’m a grown ass woman and I can handle my damn liquor.”

Shaking his head, “That’s the issue.” Kissing her teeth, she began to speak until it was too late. “You been like that since I met you. I ain’t notice it then but I’m seeing it through now. It’s cool to have a drink every once in awhile but you… you have a couple drinks then another few drinks, eventually the whole bottle.” He began acknowledging his observations over the years, no longer ignoring them.

Now that they were getting married, a lot of issues couldn’t go unaddressed.

“You stressed? Are you stressed about the wedding? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Taking a pull from his blunt, Yaya observes him before scoffing. He had some nerve to try to point out her ‘issues’ as if he doesn’t have any.

“I want to marry you. That’s a no brainer but you’re trying to claim I’m the one with the habit here, yet you smoke weed twenty damn times a fuckin’ day.”

Suddenly, Cassius began to choke on the smoke as a laugh of disbelief clawed its way through his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe she was trying— no she wasn’t even trying. She’s flipping this shit on him completely.

“Yo, what?” He starts, “I ain’t the one who spazzed on some broad tonight. Just saying.” His hands go up in the air for a second, blunt between his lips.

“That bitch was touching you without permission. I had every right to react the way I did. Meanwhile, you and Exodus were too busy having a dick swinging contest—”

“Aight, aight, aight, baby. I ain’t arguing with yo’ ass tonight. We all got problems that not even money can solve. I love you enough to call you out on your shit. So, let’s leave it at that.” He shrugs, continuing to smoke his blunt without any absolute shame. “And ain’t nothing wrong with weed. It’s an herb. Word.” She sends him an eye roll, plopping her back against the couch.

Similar to a broken record, tonight’s events starts replaying in her head. From the moment the couple arrived and left, her drinking in between their time there. She hadn’t even realized it as she mindlessly poured as many cups as she could the moment her fiancé waltzed off with Exodus.

Yaya knew he would have stopped her like he did prior before leaving her by her lonesome, thinking he was just being bossy and controlling. In reality, he was aware of her dangerous habit yet she didn’t realize it herself.

Her mother was in denial. Her father was in denial. Yet where did their habits lead them? To the grave.

Tears cascades along her cheeks and as much she attempts to hold them back, she couldn’t. She was still drunk and when she’s under the influence, she’s extremely dramatic and overly emotional. But these tears… weren’t just any tears or her being downright dramatic. These were tears for her parents.

The tears she didn’t cry at neither of their funerals.

“I apologize for embarrassing you, papa.” She cries softly and he wastes no time to embrace the woman, his blunt being the least of his worries and now sitting into the ashtray for later.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He sends a peck to her forehead as she melts into his arms, loving this side of him. She wished her father would embrace her this way.

One of Cassius’ nicknames happened to be Papa. He accepted her for who she is, never sought out to change her and loved her unconditionally. He’s also more than fully equipped to be a daddy; financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Out of all of the men she’s ever been romantically involved with, Cassius’ also known as Papa handled her with care and picked her up when she was down. Never once neglected her like the other men had, like her father had.

He’s her noah, alright.

Lifting her head, she looks him in the eye, “I love you.” She meant it. “I love you to the moon and back for putting up with me the way you do and to this day I don’t know how. You never left my side and I’m so grateful for a man like you.”

“And I ain’t never leaving you. It’s you and I till the day we die.” Her eyes were watery, sniffling as she gave him her undivided attention while he spoke. “I love that big brain inside of this dome of yours. I love these pretty eyes. I love this pretty nose…” He taps the bridge of her nose. “I love these pretty lips,” His thumb trailing across her soft lips before leaning in to plant two pecks amongst the pair.

“I love this body. Inside and out. Never stop being who you are ‘cause I love every part of you, from your flaws— your imperfections. You got my heart.”

“You got my heart.” She replies with a smile, whispering close to his lips and connecting them yet again. This union more passionate than the last.

“Damn. I love you.” He speaks within their kiss, climbing on top of the woman.

Suddenly, Yaya disconnects their lip-locking and turns on her stomach while lifting her purple lace thigh-length night gown to reveal her bare plump bottom. Her top row of pearly whites embeds into her bottom lip the moment he sends a rough smack to her backside.

At this point, they were completely bare and exposed. Cassius fills her up with his curved phallus, the couple moaning softly at the sensation of one another. They felt right at home. No matter how many times they made love, they never got tired of one another.

His firm grip on each side of her waist tightened so she couldn’t run, not that she would anyway. Yaya always took him like a pro and never complained about his large size. She handled it whenever and however she desired while making him feel good on the same accord.

The side of her canvas smushed into the arm of the leather couch, mouth wide open, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Cassius’ dick driving in and out of her passionately yet slowly. His chest pressed against her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Oh, shit.” She moans aloud, french tip mid-length acrylics raking through his facial hairs. Her nectar dripping along his member and pelvic area. “Faster, papa…” Her tone pleads and he does as requested, speeding up his pace yet making sure she felt everything.

Yaya’s jaw drops as her body is being shoved back and forth alongside each stroke. Ecstasy pouring within her veins, lips shaking while crying out through the pleasure and pain. Blonde tresses falling out of its ponytail, wildly covering the woman’s face. Meanwhile, Cassius was focused on pleasuring his fiancée.

The gripping, the tugging, the wetness, the way her ass clapped as she threw it back on him; Cassius was in ecstasy too.

His top row of pearly whites digs into his bottom lip, grabbing a hold of her hair and forcing her head backward. Their eyes connecting, both jaws agape. “How much you love this dick?” Her eyebrows furrow together yet again, eyelids shutting while her pink tongue drags across her lips.

“I…” She began only to take a pregnant pause the moment his free hand comes into contact with her throbbing center, rubbing in circles. “Mm,” A pent up sensation creeps amongst her. “Cassius—” The young woman couldn’t contain her juices, squirting due to overstimulation.

“Mhm.” He encourages her, continuing his actions which would ultimately drive her up the wall. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“I love this dick…” She whimpers weakly, biting down on her lip.

Suddenly, Cassius’ switches their position so that his back is against the couch while the woman is on top of his lap. Face to face. Her arms enveloping his neck, bare hourglass frame moving up and down passionately. They were freeing their minds, finding themselves moaning and groaning. His hands palming and sending multiple smacks to her backside on several occasions.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another with the exception of tossing their head backwards or shutting their eyelids for a second.

For a sharp moment, Yaya slides his soaked member out of her wetness and taps it against her center before squirting once more. A loud, pornographic moan falling from her lips as she returns him to his rightful position. Her gushiness and wet skin clapping making a track of its own.

“Look what you do to me, papa.” Her dainty hands caressing his chest, referring to the wetness she possessed. She was perfectly crafted in God’s hands.

“Damn, shorty.” Her fiance speaks in disbelief and pure arousal, hands trailing across her breasts then her flat stomach and eventually her throbbing center. “Fuck, I love this pussy…” His tone low, full of lust and desire. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The thought of the two getting married crosses his mind, envisioning his woman in a beautiful white gown trailing down the flower decorated aisle. A smile etched upon her captivating face as their brown irises remained onto one another’s.

Their honeymoon in Trinidad like they planned. Kids.

His touch trails amongst her belly, their faces barely an inch from one another, “This where our babies gon’ grow. Fuck…” His jaw drops, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Damn, you fuckin’ amazin’.” Not only is she the bomb in general but so is her pussy.

The hole is fit for his size, popping and snapping at him because as Yaya would say ‘she loves him’. Cassius’ believed her from the moment they first made love due to how she reacted and he didn’t even need to touch it.

“All this for me, shorty?” His tongue dragging across his lips, low gaze peering a hole into the woman’s being.

“Mhm.” She hums, hips moving in a circular motion. “This your pussy, papa.” Planting a loving peck amongst his lips.

“Yeah, I know. You ain’t gon’ give my shit away, right?” He began forcing her body up and down, snatching the breath out of her while staring into her soul. Though, he’s been snatching her soul the entire time.

“Never… fucking never… ah,” A plethora of whimpers falling behind her response shortly after. “Ouu, Cee, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Mhm, let that shit go.” And so she did. Unraveling amongst him as he did, inside of her, ensuring that every drop entered her warm walls. “Good girl.” He praises her with a groan, planting sensual kisses along her neck.

“Shit, I love you.” The young woman connects their lips into a passionate union, panting heavily.

“I love you.” He speaks, continuing to stare in the direction of his fiancée under his almost squinty eyes and perfectly curled eyelashes. His gaze low, completely underneath her spell.

“Let’s go again in the shower, yeah?” Happily, she garners enough strength to pull him off of the couch and lead him upstairs. He mindlessly followed. Yeah, she has him sprung.

#black love #black men #90s #black women #romance #method man #smut

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yubiina · 2 years

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Pussy therapy.

!! Minors DNI !!

❝ 𝑆𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 ❞

Pairing: Sukuna x afab! Reader.

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT NSFW Y/N HAS A PHAT WAP.

Warnings: blood, Dom Sukuna, oral (receiving), kinda short, Sukuna is...Sukuna.

.༺♡༻.

" Ngh-" you choke on your own voice, teeth gritting tight against each other and shoulders sore from standing up on ur elbows to stare down at him in between your legs with half- lidded eyes.

For the past hour you hadn't been able to move away from Sukuna, or rather he hadn't been able to move away from you. It hadn't been too long since your monthly cycle had started and while you knew your boyfriend was definitely not like the rest, this somehow still suprised you.

Since day one after getting your period, you decided to stay away from him, not wanting your blood to fuel his need for bloodlust and cause harm to Yuji you figured that keeping away until your cycle ended would be better.

And with Sukuna's head between your thighs, his tounge slithering through places you needed reach was quite concrete proof that you turned out to be very wrong.

It seemed that if there was anything stronger than the need for bloodlust, it was the need for you.

He was almost offended, finding you bold for keeping such a treat away from him, but he never complained, he took.

And took he did, hunting you down and breaking the bedroom door you stood cornered in after he took over Yuji's body as the perfect opportunity.

You expected him to be mean, to manhandle you and regrade like the bully he always was, but he just pushed you on the back on the bed and caged you, hands tearing through your shorts.

Now your legs shake and ass is numb from sitting in one position too long, yet you don't dare to move, not whenever you did he locked his hands tighter around your legs to keep you in place.

You whine as your hand reaches for his hair, weakly trying to pry him away and he only sucks on your clit harder, making you lose balance. Nails rake across your skin, uncharacteristically delicate before he pulls you closer by your thighs, mabye harder than he intended as you dragged the duvet with you.

" Sukuna-please!"

You feel his nose push against your clit, tounge deep at your entrance, sucking and slurping like a starving man and you can't help but pathetically grind.

He opens his eyes and smiles from under, lifting his head up to reveal his corners of his mouth to his chin stained red, feral eyes glowing red into your own.

" C'mon baby" his smile stretches, peaking the fangs of his mouth. Two fingers slowly trace your swollen lips and pries them open, a long tounge suddenly presses flat against your pussy and you gasp sharply, gripping the sheets, feeling his ragged breathing warming your skin.

You fall backward with a tired sound, sweat starting to glisten on your forehead and your breathing more irregular.

" There you go" his teeth scrape you inner thigh, giving it a light bite and lick.

You really couldn't take it anymore, having already cum once before he gave you no time to come back to reality, continuing as he had done before, if not even hungrier. But now it was torture, edging you into another orgasm and ripping it away from you just so he could take a little longer, suck a little harder and see a little more.

You begin to get louder, slightly grinding with trembling legs flinging side to side. You feel his big hand pressed against your abdomen, hot skin calming any slight cramp.

And now you feel it again, when his hum vibrates through you core, almost as if he's purring, it makes your legs wrap around his head tighter and his nails dig deeper.

You don't know if it's your monthly cycle that makes you more sensitive, or if it's all the orgasms he denies all piling up on you, but it feels the like a heavy wave seconds away from crashing, and your willing for it to take you away

" Give it to me like a pretty girl baby" he cooes and your eyes shut tight, back arches and a long, shakey moan rips from your chest as you grind against his mouth, pussy throbbing harder as moans along with you.

A low growl bubbling his chest, shoulder muscles flexing as his hands roam, rubbing from your hips to you waist and back to your ass, picking it up in the air you ride out your orgasm, face still deep in your mess.

" Give it to me like the pretty girl you are"

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Taglist: @lynxav LIKE I PROMISED I'M A MAN OF MY WORD.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut #jjk ryomen #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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wannaseewhatshangin · 1 year

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Dallas when he first saw yo fine ass 🤭🥰🫶

PLEASE 💀 so you work at the DX with soda and Steve

LMFAO…boy literally-…boy literally thought he died.

“👁️🫦👁️”like..bitin his lip and shit ahh 😌 “hey dally whatcha starin at?”

“Nothinguhhh”

Is still head over heels 3 days after he saw you.

It’s cute…but…

Boy is literally asking soda to take him to the DX EVERYDAY.

“Bruh get in the car, you might as well live at the DX”

“………🫢…can I?” “💀no tf”

“Bro fr tho I’m hungry I just want to get a snack” “I can get it for you what you want?”

“Nooo-uhhh I wanna do ittuhhh” (it’s the whining like a 5 yr old fo me 💀”

You WILL catch him checking you out.

And when you do catch him he is like

LMFAO 😭💀

And when the guys tease him about you he is like this

AHH 💀💀

I FUCKING can’t

Look now…he has a starin problem? No

Your just beautiful….And dat ass is PHAT (😭forgive me I had to)

He will LITERALLY push away any other broads just for you.

Two but be like “..wtf is up whichu” “wdym?”

“…..you just blew off that babe that was a WILLING participant”

“I know..” “oohhhh this is about y/nnn”

“Shut upuhhh”

You got him like 😩

Lmaoooo

Boy literally got you flowers and put them on your doorstep and DIPPED like mf RAN.

And he didn’t even STEAL them this time.. mf BOUGHT them 😭💀

He thinks about you ALL THE TIME.

“Guys he’s blushing again” *waves hand in front of his face and mf don’t even blink*

“Aww he thinking about y/nnn” boy only comes out of his trance when he hears your name. “Y/n is coming over?!”

Sodapop is like “no 💀”

“Well tell her to come over dummy” “…damn you down bad fo her “

“…shut upppuhh 😫”

You do end up coming over duh.

“Hey dally there’s your boo thang” “soda…shut up”

If you sit next to him he will literally die..in a good way.

The rest of the boys trying to call him out in front of you.

“You are always blushing around her” “no I’m not pfff tf”

*blushes AGAIN*

When he asks you to be his girlfriend omggg.

Boy literally made a little blanket fort in his room. (BTW you are NEVER too old for forts…if you think that your age determines weather or not you can make a fort…RESPECTFULLY get off of earth. Love ya)

Cuddles ALL THE WAY 🤭🤭

Got him like “🤭🤭🤭😩😩🥵😩😫😫😍😍😍😊☺️🤗🤗🤗”

So cute.

OMGGG 🤭

He is LITERALLY head over heels

Y’all know that song head over heels by tears for fears?

That. That right there is the song.

Yk…THAT song

He literally will punch someone just for breathing in your direction.

Lady’s man yk what I’m sayin?

AH SO FUCKING CUTE 😩🤭😭😭

MF KISSES ALL THE TIME I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!

Keep in mind that this is DALLAS WINSTON we are talking about. He’s still gonna do that “what? Man I ain’t goin soft” shit.

Yes he is. But he still a bad bitch doe 💀🤭

Has his hand on your ass during cuddles. Kisses, LITERALLY just hangin out.

With consent tho.

Chile anyway so…ahem..yeah that’s Dallas for ya. 💀😭

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #80s #80s movies #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #outsiders headcanons #outsiders #outsiders fanfic #two bit headcanons #johnny cade headcanons #headcanons

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dangandecadence · 6 months

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Izuru was a stoic, serious, near perfection of a man. Ibuki was chaos incarnate. Yet, somehow, both really made their relationship work. Especially in bed~

“AH FUCK!! IZU!! M-MORE!!”

Ibuki’s more then loud moans rung through the apartment. That and the sound of Izuru’s balls slapping firmly against her ass (which was a lot of ass) each time was all they could hear. Izuru silently grunted as he gave Ibuki’s ass a firm squeeze, leaving light claw marks as he did. Another squeal of pure pleasure left Ibuki. Only Izuru could fill her up like this. Only Izuru could make her cum several times and still not finish once. Only Izuru could see her body from now on.

Ibuki thrusted herself back as Izuru fell on his back, Ibuki riding him reverse cowgirl so her phat ass was all his to enjoy. As he got close, soft moans escaped his lips.

“Buki…~ fuck… close…”

He softly moaned out as compared to her screams of lust. Luckily her room was covered in sound proofing… but even that may mot be enough. With one final slam down, Ibuki came as she felt Izuru rapidly fill her. Her gut pushing outwards into that akin to a pregnant womans after a few minutes.

“… I’m still hard. We arent done.”

#danganronpa smut #smut #danganronpa roleplay #danganronpa ask blog #danganronpa rp #izuru kamukura #ibuki mioda

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plaindangan · 4 months

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Mukuro was always a bit self conscious of her body… her tits were no where near as large as Junko’s. While she had muscle, there was also some pudge on her tum. Mukuro also had the fattest ass in hopes peak. She was always self conscious about it… not knowing that her crush, Izuru, preferred her pudge and ass over Junko’s tits and slimness.

Imagine Mukuro’s surprise when she sees Izuru’s erection through his clothes while she’s in her tight gym equipment.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

...Yeah, Mukuro thought she was dreaming. I mean, when it came to Izuru, him and being 'horny' might as well be the complete opposite of what he was. Sure he could get it up if need be and, boy has Mukuro heard that he could really treat someone right in bed, but to learn that it was her phat, doughy, dumptruck of an ass that got him up?

That was unthinkable! Yet, it happened? She caught him staring as she went to pick up some weights and he was right there behind her in the mirror. A nice tent in his pants that couldn't be mistaken for anything else!! He...he was hard? For her?! She was currently wearing a grey crop top and a pair of black yoga pants that really was stretched out from her gigantic ass...and a slight jiggle from her own booty looked to be driving Izuru crazy. Well, as crazy as a lengthy stare and slightly faster breathing from Izuru could entail.

Wanting to test this, Mukuro began to do some squats next. Right in front of Izuru. Giving a good show of that squishy, jiggly, bubble butt that had Izuru's pants go even tighter. And, while he didn't move, Mukuro can clearly feel Izuru's sexual intent grow even stronger...and she was very interested to see the end results. It was late at night, there were no cameras at the gym, and Mukuro was sure no one would come on by.

She dropped her pants, if only a little as she bent over to stretch-!!

He was there. In a matter of seconds his firm, yet gentle, hands were holding on to her pudgy stomach and Mukuro's pants and thong were dropped. Nothing preventing Izuru from burying his seven-inch cock into her now~ It was the most 'in to it' mood he had in months and Mukuro was left moaning and yelling out his name as if he was her wonderful God himself~

Screw modeling herself after her sister!!! If being herself got her plowed and riled up even the likes of a high-standard guy like Izuru - she'll gladly keep being herself~

#DRikusaba-R18 #DRkamukura-R18

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fishys-still-writing-smut · 7 months

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Warning: Lewd content below

Kinktober day seven!

Stuck in wall: (Maki/???)

“Come on…damn it!” Maki struggled to fit through the vent. It was kind of embarrassing, how she ended up in this situation. It shames her to admit it but she was attempting to find a way into the class trial room without using the main statue. Ever since they went to the trial room for the first (and hopefully last) time, Maki was curious if Monokuma sealed off that room for a reason. Perhaps there was an escape hatch or something? A faint dream of hope, but if anyone was going to sneak in there, who better than the ultimate assassin?

Unfortunately, when she did find a hole in the ground, she didn’t think twice before crawling head first in. The thought of freedom was too tantalizing to ignore. However she underestimated her own body. Specifically the thiccness of her ass. It was stuck in the hole she attempted to crawl into, and was squished perfectly in so she couldn’t pull herself further in or back out. She struggled, shaking her large rump. But the only thing she succeeded in was seeming like a horny slut, shaking her ass for anyone to see. And if they didn't see her, they would have certainly been pointed in her direction by the sound of her phat ass meat clapping together.

But she should be fine, as long as no one saw her stuck in the wall, twerking her big butt.

SPANK

She was no longer fine.

“D-do you want to die?” She threatened to no avail. Instead the mystery person flicked up her skirt. They moved her dark red thong to the side as they messaged her pussy with their fingers. Maki held back a moan as she attempted to think of who could be doing this to her. Kokichi trolling her? He wouldn’t put it past him. Or maybe one of the quiet ones, like Korekiyo or Shuichi? The quiet ones are always the horniest. Or maybe it was a girl who was showing an open pervert, like Miu or Angie? In her heart, Maki believed Tsumugi fell in that category too, based on the few anime shows she’s seen in her life. It also could’ve been someone she wasn’t expecting, like Kaito (though for some reason she was significantly less angry if it was him).

Eventually the mystery person got impatient and fully removed her skirt and thong. But of course the pervert left on her stockings as they continued to rub her pussy. At this point Maki couldn’t help but melt at the pleasure the stranger was giving her. She unconsciously lifted her ass up in the air, allowing the stranger to quickly insert their member (or perhaps strap?) into her ass. And before Maki could react she was being fucked by someone she couldn’t even see! And what was worse, they didn’t even realize how big they were! They were thrusting so recklessly they didn’t realize they were stretching out Maki more than any one of her toys she used. It would’ve even been painful if it didn’t feel so good~

The hung stranger sped up causing Maki to drool. She could feel them throb in her tight ass, ready to bust. And she wanted it. Wanted it so bad. She didn’t even care if it made her look slutty, her mind was completely broken as she got pounded from the back. The stranger pulled her twintails like reins of a sleigh while giving her ass the occasional spank. Which she loved. Her phat ass jiggled with each spank, as she eagerly wiggled her ass while being pounded from behind.

Eventually the stranger reached their limit and came inside of Maki’s asshole. Their warm, hot, thick cum filled her completely, with more of it pouring out of her rather than inside of her. The thick stranger took out their Kubspad and took a photo of their handwork. Maki, like a good slut, stuck her ass up in the air after hearing the camera click, posing for the next series of shots. As the strangers footsteps faded Maki sighed in content. She needed to fuck them again, no matter what the cost. Even if that meant fucking everyone trapped in the academy with her!

But as Maki heard a new set of footsteps approach her, she realized her goal might’ve come sooner than she realized.

#danganronpa smut #kinktober #DRharukawa-18

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smutspeakacademy · 7 months

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How hard is it for Mukuro to hide her erection around cute boys like Makoto, Shuichi, or Chihiro?

Lewd content lies ahead!😈 If you don't want to see that just keep scrolling!

Content Warning: Futanari/Shemale

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"Oh, you have NO IDEA!" This happens to be a problem that the hung soldier has to deal with on the daily. Usually, it was difficult but not impossible to conceal her large cock. However, this particular moment proved to be more difficult.

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Most of the time, when Mukuro was forced to go to P.E. class by her classmates, she only had one thing to worry about. Her weakness wasn't Kyoko, Sayaka, or even Hina, despite those three gorgeous girl's tits and ass's never failing to look absolutely stunning in those tight P.E. uniforms. What was her weakness than you ask?

'DAMN YOU BEAUTIFUL FAT-ASSED FEMBOYS!' Mukuro screamed in her mind as she watched Makoto, Chihiro, Shuichi running on the track. Starting today, both Class 78th and Class 79th shared the same P.E. class. The pent-up soldier already had to deal with her two short stacked classmates. NOW, she had to resist the urge to ravage a THIRD bubble-butt in front of everybody.

So, she snuck around in the crowd of people that were beside the track cheering on their classmates. This was the part where Mukuro's talent came in handy. She was trained particularly well in the art of stealth. So, the soldier tried to cover as much of the giant bulge in both her shorts and lower shirt and carefully made her way through the crowd, making sure not to bump into anybody. Eventually, she made it around to the part of the track where the three boys would stop.

As they did stop, a whistle could be heard. Signifying for all of the students to gather together and decide who runs next. And so, everybody did! However, as the three boys who were just running started to make their way over there, a sudden gust of wind blew past them. Chihiro and Shuichi both took a second to blink and turn around.

"Um...Where did Makoto go?" Chihiro pointed out.

"I'm not sure. I thought he was right behind us." The detective shrugged in response, looking puzzled.

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*PLAP**PLAP**PLAP**PLAP**PLAP*

"Do you have any fucking idea how much stress you put me through?!?" Mukuro shouted angrily as her hips repeatedly slammed into Makoto's phat behind, making it ripple.

"I'M S-SORRY M-MUKURO!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO—OH GOD YOU'RE HUGE!!~" The slutty luckster panted as he apologized to his classmate and moaned as he felt her high caliber dick and balls pound him senseless.

"Just shut the fuck up and take my cum!!" The Lucky slut was shocked by the way his friend was speaking to him, normally she was as polite as she could be around him. But, as it turns out, when the Ultimate Soldier's penis erected, she was in an uncontrollable state of lustful rage until she emptied her massive sack. Hence, why the hung shemale abducted Makoto before anyone could notice, pulling him into a forest not so far away from the track.

Mukuro lifted the Lucky femboy into a full nelson and relentlessly ravaged his bubble-butt until she reached her climax, then shooting her semen all up inside of him. The boy himself reached a climax of his own, shooting his load all over the ground.

"Haahh~ U-Um, T-Thanks Makoto...Say, if you don't mind...could we possibly m-make this a regular thing?" The soldier returned to her usual shy self after releasing her load.

"S-Sure..." Makoto appreciated her asking, but, something told him that she'd take him even if he did refuse.

"T-Thanks! You're the best Makoto!" Mukuro cheered happily.

#DRmukuroikusabaR18 #DRmakotonaegiR18 #DRchihirofujisakiR18 #DRshuichisaiharaR18 #anonasks

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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　　　　　　𝙐𝙃 𝙊𝙃

　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons 』

　　— 003

　　-> injury warning ,, cuss warning ,,

　　—third chapter !! :D we get to meet some more characters other than hook ,, and scavenger ! small off and on with different pov ,, mainly usage of you and they for the reader !

　　— tag list :: empty …

　＜　one , two , four , five ＞

as of now, according to what 'megatron' — the one with a bucket for a head and a desperate need for anger management class — you were now the decepticons hostage. hostage for what, you had no clue. after all, you only know that some dickhead named buzzsaw had broke your ankle before dragging your phat ass to the base. honestly, this vacation was going worse than your daily dose of having to deal with fuckwits at work.

a sigh fell from your lips, rolling your eyes during hook's explanation of what would be happening from now on. you didnt really pay attention, not interested in hearing the stuff he had to say. "now i would leave you in my company, yet i am busy and not to mention the equipment i have can easily crush your squishy body," the medic said, holding his chin as he talked.

by now, you we're getting tired of hearing them call you squishy. like, how dare they assume?? you could be one of those reptilian people in disguise for all they know! you grumbled, eyes narrowing at the constructicon who was busy rambling to even notice your angry glare. either that or he didnt give a fuck.

"of course, breakdown would be a good choice but knowing of his paranoia he'd just ditch you on the side of the road, and megatron wouldnt like that." hook released a sigh of his own. he shook his helm before going to think. who would be responsible enough to look after you? he was busy with pairing bots, breakdown was a bit too wimpy to be left in charge of you, and he was sure motormaster would stomp on you the moment he decided he didnt like you. starscream and his trinemates were a no go, maybe thundercracker would be good, but hook sure as hell didnt trust skywarp or starscream with you.

after all, you were a human, extremely fragile and in this case, extremely important to megatron's plans. he could just drop you with scavenger, but he didnt feel like having to deal with his whines of being left in charge of a squishy being. for all he knows, he could lose you and freak out about it.

as hook kept pondering to himself, another bot had came strolling in the medbay. a dark navy, almost prussian blue bot with a red visor had gave a small nod of acknowledgment towards you, before setting down an injured bot. this one was smaller than the others, almost like a baby in a way. he was dark grey, almost black with red tints. he also had a red visor, and a pout on his face with his arms crossed.

hook watched as soundwave had entered the room, with frenzy in his arms. he started to prepare the things needed to heal the minicon, and also prepare himself for what he would hear frenzy say. after all, the minicon talked a lot of shit.

as hook was busying himself with things, frenzy took the moment to scan the human in front of him. he'd heard of them from buzzsaw, that dickhead of a bird who couldve easily taken the spot of being the sin of pride. especially when he was successful in his missions, primus that bird didnt know when to be quiet. "yo, fleshy," he called out to you. eyes flickered over to the smaller bot, confusion flashing in them. "yeah?"

"whats yer name?" he questioned, eyeing up their form. he'd seen people in magazines wear the things they had on. he also knew that many fleshies didnt show that much of their skin, as it was called. "why?" their head tilted to the side, a sign of even more confusion. frenzy grumbled, making a 'tch' before replying, "because i wanna know!"

soundwave watched the two interact, ready to prevent frenzy from harming megatron's new hostage. after all, he knew of megatron's plan to use the fleshy, as they were connected with the government and could be used as a powerful ally.

"its (y/n)," you finally gave in, quirking their eyebrows. "yours? or are you too pussy to share?" you snickered. "what?!" frenzy growled, anger boiling inside him. "i aint no pussy, fleshy! i'm frenzy!" he sneered at the chuckling human. "oh?" they eyed him, before breaking into a smile. "nice to meet you, frenzy." they held their hand towards him. the minicon growled before swatting their hand away, "whatever," he mumbled.

soundwave gave a small pat to frenzy's helm, calming the angry minicon before turning his gaze to (y/n). "designation : soundwave," he said, watching as they turned their own attention to him. "hello to you as well, soundwave." they replied.

hook returned with the equipment he needed, asking frenzy a series of different questions before patching the minicon up. soundwave and hook started to talk to one another, frenzy shuffling over to the sitting human.

"so, uh, fleshy," he looked down at them, crossing his arms. "how long ya gonna be here? at the base, yknow?" (y/n) sniggered to themself, "not a clue. why, gonna miss me if i leave?" they wiggled their eyebrows at him. frenzy snarled, “no way!” he was quick to deny them, before looking around. “but, i do get bored of being around the other minicons.” he shook his head.

“besides, ya look pretty bored and lonely, itd be a shame if all ya did nothing but sit there the whole time.” he started to think to himself, before snapping his fingers. “ey! what if ya came with me and soundwave!” he broke out into a grin, before it dropped into a pout. “of course, not because i like ya! only so ya don’t have to look pathetically bored there.” you shrugged your shoulders, feeding into the minicon’s wants. after all, he was quite right. sitting on the table was pretty boring, and hook wasnt as entertaining as frenzy.

“i’ll go ask soundwave, ya wait here.” he pointed his digit to the table, before running off to pester the other two bots in the room. you shook your head and chuckled to yourself, wondering what it would be like hanging out with frenzy. it couldnt be that bad, right?

after hearing frenzy ask if they could take the human, soundwave was quick to nod, as he was curious to know more about the human more than he already did from basic information. and to make sure they wouldnt plot anything against megatron, of course. thanking hook for his treatment, soundwave grabbed (y/n), being careful of their injury. he was gentle, holding them with care.

“operation : human adoption,” soundwave said, before leaving with both his minicon and his new human.

#transformers x reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #🌄.g1 #g1 x reader #🏷.uh oh #transformers g1 #transformers generation one #constructicons #constructicons x reader #hook x reader #soundwave x reader #frenzy x reader #🌄.soundwave #🌄.hook #🌄.frenzy

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years

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How would Breg accumulate to the humans slapping asses thing? Like does he do it too? How hard does he slap? If I slap him back would my hand break? What if I have no ass to padd the slap and he breaks my pelvic bone?

I haven't slept and it 1 am

[First- Get a sleep schedule. This is a threat. 🔫]

(Minors dni)

Breg does not slap asses. Not because he doesn't want to, mind you. It's mostly because he has a lot of strength behind those big hands of his. He's aware of that.

However-

He may, if he forgets himself and feels comfortable around you enough. Most humans are bound to have a fatter ass than his, so Breg may use an inappropriate amount of force under the assumption that you have enough cushion to handle it. After all, that very same buffer stops you from bruising when Breg's slamming into you- So it'll be fine, right?

No. No it won't.

You'll scream. Breg's hand is big enough to encompass a good portion of your ass even if he's not being too precise. It's the type of slap that spreads a wave of heat across your entire body and makes it numb. You're going to feel your heartbeat in your asscheeks for a good couple of moments. The instant you start shedding tears Breg will have a small fit and beg for forgiveness like he just stabbed you. The fine print of his palm on your rump is something he intends to take a picture of at some point.

If you slap him back- Well, first you'll need to get this fucking beanpole in a position where you can discreetly reach your target. In spite of humans hardly putting a dent in him, Breg might feel it more since he has little fat in that part of his body. In fact, I'd say you can put as much force behind it as you wish. The breeder will yelp and probably hit his head somewhere when he inevitably jolts up. It's not even the "pain" of being hit, it's the shock that you touched his ass to begin with.

Your hand may break. It's up to how reckless you want to be. And yes, if you have no phat to cushion the impact then Breg's slaps will rattle your entire skeleton like a cartoon.

Believe it or not, the breeder actually kind of enjoys getting manhandled like that. You know the drill though, too many playful slaps and Breg will take it as an invitation to not only return the favor but get handsy as well.

#Bregory #you know the x-ray fatalities in Mortal Kombat?#Yeah kinda like that

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c0sm1c-f3l1n3 · 1 year

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The Birth of the Wife Beater

A prequel to “The Curse of the Wife Beater” by @izorazone where you get to see how it all started

KAI’S POV:

After my photo shoot, I went to go look into the mirror. I admired myself, my muscles perfectly glistening in the sunlight due to how sweaty I was. My voluptuous juicy phat ass, jiggling with every step. Suddenly, something appeared in the mirror behind me.

It was…me? Damn, I knew I was hot but not THAT hot.

Anyway

The ghost of me moved closer and then disappeared. I assumed I was just hallucinating. Once I made it home I laid down, completely excited. I peered over to my closet and saw…Me?! How? Why?

Am I just a very attractive ghost??

It moved closer and closer until I was face to face with myself.

“Wha-What are you?”

I spoke breaking the awkward silence, Shockingly it responded

“I’m you”

Suddenly, I got really hot. Like a burning sensation. I tried everything to get the wife beater off but I couldn’t.

“It’s cursed.” It laughed manically and disappeared.

I couldn’t believe it. I’m cursed. This wife beater is no ordinary top. I got up to do some research.

I had been scrolling for hours and only one sentence seemed important. “Long ago in ancient South Korea, A tank top was made. It was said to be cursed by a god. No one knows where it is now but hopefully it’s destroyed.”

It felt like he had been scarred. As if, he was trapped. The world around him started spinning and he fainted.

He woke up after what felt like a century of sleep. His stomach growled, desperate for food. He walked into the kitchen and went ballistic. Eating everything in sight, even a Winter Candy Apple scented Bath and BodyWorks candle. It’s like he was in a blind rage almost.

He catches a few glimpses of his house from his own eyes and started crying.

“Wha-What have I done?!!?”

He saw himself once again, he asked

“What have you done to me?” His voice laced with sorrow. “What have you done to yourself?”

After sobbing for a bit, I decided I needed help. I went to Soobin with my problem.

“Something’s wrong..”

“Yea I can tell, you look dead.”

I shivered at the thought

“I see myself in the mirrors.”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“I SEE MYSELF EVERYWHERE! I CAN’T TAKE IT.”

Soobin backed up, frightened

“I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING CRAZY, LIKE I’M LOSING MYSELF!”

I realized how scared Soobin was.

“L-Look I can get you some help”

“I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP. I NEED TO ESCAPE.”

Where did that come from? That wasn’t me.

I lost control of my body and I just ran. Whatever was controlling my body made me run all the way home. I collapsed to my knees in front if the door, legs trembling from pain. Suddenly, I gain control of my body and I see him hovering above me.

“Kai, you created me. For that, I thank you. But it’s time to meet your demise”

I wanted to get away, I wanted to go as far as possible. I needed to leave but I couldn’t move”

“Well, not your demise. You’re just joining me.”

“Am I gonna become one of you?”

“Not exactly.”

My vision went blurry and my eyes felt heavy. I closed my eyes and I felt like I was being lifted off the ground. I was awakened by the feeling of freedom. I opened my eyes, almost blinded by the light.

I saw my own body. My own lifeless, cold body. I couldn’t believe it. All the members of my group and the police walked in. I tried to speak.

“Guys! Help!!”

I tried to move but I couldn’t. I heard my voice.

“They can’t hear you, or see you. We became one. We’ll be together forever.”

“Does that mean…”

“You’re right, you died.”

I saw everyone crying and my body being taken away. It being covered up and put onto a stretcher. I couldn’t believe it.. I died.

SOOBIN’S POV:

I looked into the dark hall and saw…Kai?

The end.

Part 2 will be seen on @izorazone ‘s profile. Stay tuned !!

#txt x reader #crack fic #k-pop #ive #twice #txt #beomgyu #soobin #kai huening #txt taehyun

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queeniesrose · 10 months

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This is inspired by a post that was done a few years ago on a friends blog where they did for the Pokémon universe where the SWSH leaders were reacting to thirsty tweets. Some of the terms I am using maybe new to some of you. I will not be explaining what they mean. This post will read like it is for a youtube video. The host of the video will be the reader. The responses here will be somewhat shorter than for the Pokemon post.

Master Post | AU Information

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Thirsty Tweets: Middle Earth

As soon as the video starts playing, the viewer can see the host on screen. It wasn’t long before you said in the video, “On today's episode of Celebrity Thirsty Tweets, we have fashion royalty, the men of Durín’s Folk, and more! Sit back, relax and enjoy the video!” The screen fades to black with a rendition of ABC by Jackson 5 playing. Soon the first person and their corresponding tweet is on screen.

I want @Thrandaddy to simba me. No, I will NOT explain to those who don't understand.

Thranduil lets out a hearty laugh, "It has been some time since I last been asked to Simba someone. Both in a safe for work and a not safe for work context." He shakes his head as he pushes the naughty thoughts away for a moment. "But that is something that would be doable.... With someone special" He gives the camera a knowing look.

@DurinsFolkDwalin can angry moose me whenever he so pleases.

Dwalin shifts back into his chair, stroking his beard. In a low, gravely voice, he says, "Well, someone is a kinky little thang. Maybe you'll get lucky one of these days..." His voice trails off as he sinks a bit lower into the chair. "Or maybe not. The world may never know."

I need him soooo bad. I woke up thinkin about him dicking me down. @DurinsFolkThorin

Thorin scoffs a little bit, "You need me? You need me to 'dick you down'." He says putting air quotes around the last part of the sentence. A smile slowly creeps onto his face, "You certainly are a bold one to say that on the internet. Unfortunately, the only person who would get 'dicked down' by me, as you so eloquently put it, would be my significant other." He lets out a low chuckle.

I would hold his ass as if they were shiny jewels. Mans has a nice phat dumpy. @L.Greenleaf

Legolas immediately gets a mischievous look on his face. "Phat dumpy? What phat dumpy?" He asks as he stands up, turning around far enough to where his ass would be in frame and lifting up his shirt and jacket. Effectively showing off his ass. "Do you mean this phat dumpy? This is you wanted to see, right! It best be Greenwood's ass!" He burst out laughing after that.

Can I bite his butt? @DurinsFolkFili

Yes, you can. Don't forget to do a drive by ass slapping for @DurinsFolkKili. Just wind up your hand and then smack that ass so hard it makes a crack sound. Then BOLT.

It took Fili and Kili several minutes to get through reading their respective tweets. And even longer for them to calm down from laughing. Kili smacks Fili in the stomach a few times lightly, motioning him to speak first. "Oooooooooh boy! This is simultaneously the funniest and kinkiest thing that has been said to us as a pair. If you truly do want to know if you can drive by slap Kili's ass." He pauses for a moment, "Yes. Yes,you can. Don't let him know it's happening. Keep him on his toes."

Kili's eyes widen at that, before exclaiming, "Hey! Hey! No you can't! Not without doing the same thing to him, that is." He bursts out laughing again at his thoughts. "If you manage to bit his ass too...."

I just want @RangerStrider to hate fuck me so I can growl at him and never to him again. I hate him so bad.

But soft Aragorn? OH NO MY MUSCLES INVOLUNTARILY FLEX!

Aragorn lets out a low growl, before smiling. "I'm flattered, but I don't think I'd ever hate fuck someone." He gets closer to the mic, softening he voice, "Soft, you want to see soft me, huh? Be good for me and maybe you all will be able to see a soft Aragorn."

Horny on main again for @K9DadHaldir.

Haldir looks into the camera with a slight confused look. "On main? What does that mean? Some of these young people slang confuse me." He says, scratching the back of his neck. "Is it like, the same thing as, or similar to being feral? If it is, thanks. I guess? I sure hope that's a good thing."

The camera fades to black, before you appear back on screen. "And that's all for today folks! This has been today's episode of Celebrity Thirsty Tweets! See you next time!" You say before your video outro plays.

#The Hobbit #Lord of the Rings #LOTR #Middle Earth #Middle Earth x Reader #Tolkien Universe #Reader #Reader Insert #X Reader #Spicy Queenie

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multi-lewder · 1 year

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Silvervale has prepared a 24 hour Livestream with some Special Guests... some old men fucking the Vtuber live in front of her many Fans while she happily her love for BWC.

Even after 12 hours of nonstop sex they're still going strong, each of these old men have enormous thick cocks bigger than any of her fans loser simp dicks. "Come on, old man! Pound my ass like you mean it, show everyone how thicc I am! Only your white cocks can satisfy me BWC is the best!!" Silvervale encourages him like the dumb bitch she is constantly twerking on this old man's enormous hung cock that's going in and out of her pussy on camera which shows how much her phat ass is jiggling while her titties are played with by another one of the old perverted men because he wants to have his fun with her too, a busty curvy bitch like her is going to get fucked for the whole 24 hours to show everyone how good old man BWC is.

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Chihiro had a huge butt, round and bouncy. It wasn't nothing to be ashamed of but it carried certain dangers, like having his back blown by a nice, fat cock. That's why he was always careful not to bend over when the manly boys like Mondo or Leon were around.

But he lowered his guard when Makoto was around... Not knowing that the lucky boy had a craving for any phat ass around him.

Chihiro had thought that telling his class that he was actually a boy would protect him. That knowing that the phattest ass in class was a boy's would lessen the amount of leering, that the 'accidental' touches would become rarer, all that.

And technically, it did! Just not nearly as much as he'd have wanted it to.

He still had to stay on his guard, lest he end up accidentally backing up into Mondo, or bending over in front of Hiro, and risk more than just a grope. And he knew it was a risk.

His butt was just so soft, so inviting, even Taka had to actively stop himself from grabbing a handful whenever they hung out. Chihiro had seen what could happen to a boi like him online, whenever curiosity got the better of him in the dark of the night and the privacy of his room.

He'd seen the way bois would break with pleasure, their bodies shaped to take cock and minds useless for anything else. It was a scary and fascinating sight, that never failed to arouse him despite his best efforts.

Thankfully, he'd managed to avoid the worst of it so far, but he wouldn't let success become complacency. He was still taking as little risk as possible, which was why he was once again helping the P.E. teacher put away the equipment, making sure he would only enter the changing room once everyone else had left.

He was walking towards the changing room right now actually, trying to ignore the way his bouncy butt was quaking with every step in his bloomers. He was still wearing the girl's uniform, even after telling his classmates the truth; yes, he trusted them, but he still didn't feel quite ready for *everyone* to know.

And honestly, he quite liked the girls' uniform, even if it did very little to hide all the junk in his trunk.

He blushed at the thought, before shaking his head as he opened the door.

But as he did, he heard a grunting sound, making him pause.

Someone was still there! He shuffled closer until he could peek past the doorway, only for his shoulders to lose their tension when he saw Makoto, still wearing his gym clothes, struggling with his locker.

Makoto was a close friend of his, one of the first people to whom he'd told the truth and the one who'd pushed him to be honest with the rest of their friends.

And all of those things had only been possible because of how, non-threatening Makoto was. Not that Chihiro meant it as an insult or anything! Just that, on the masculine divide between himself and Mondo, well, Makoto was clearly closer to Chihiro's side.

The lucky student was barely taller than Chihiro himself, leaving them as the two shortest students of Class 78 by quite a lot, not to mention his leaner form. While not as bottom-heavy as Chihiro, he also lacked the muscle mass most of their male classmates had.

And it wasn't a bad thing! It just meant Chihiro was less worried around him, leading to the two short boys becoming fast friends, and the programmer not really seeing Makoto as a threat to be cautious of.

That's why he didn't wait until Makoto left before entering himself, only to have to muffle his giggle when Makoto's locker door finally gave in, smacking the poor boy in the face.

"H-Hey Chihiro…" Makoto hissed, his hands pressed against his face.

"Hello. Your locker got stuck again?" Chihiro asked, approaching his own locker door, which opened without any issue.

Makoto awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "You know how it is…"

Chihiro couldn't entirely stop his smile, though his hand rose demurely to hide it. This was why he liked spending time with Makoto; he didn't have to worry about how he appeared to the luckster.

"You were helping out the teacher again?" Makoto asked, happy to finally peel off his shirt and begin to change.

The programmer blushed slightly at the sight, before turning to his own locker and following Makoto's example.

He let out a sigh as his top came off, leaving his svelte chest out in the air, before leaning on the locker, and awkwardly raising his leg to undo his shoe.

He lost balance for a moment, attracting Makoto's gaze. "Are you alright?"

Chihiro blinked at Makoto, before smiling. He didn't need to go to this extent around him.

"Yes, sorry for worrying you." He said, before bending down at the waist to undo his shoes, his fat ass sticking out behind him like a shelf.

But Makoto didn't register as a threat in Chihiro's mind at all. Makoto was his friend first, a classmate second, and a male a very distant third.

But when Makoto's hand fell on his back like an executioner's blade, Chihiro froze him in place.

"M-Makoto..?" He stuttered, looking back at him over his shoulder, only to squeal quietly when Makoto took another step forward, his crotch pressing against the swell of Chihiro's ass and pushing him forward, making the programmer's hands fly up to lean against the locker in front of him.

He was thankful for the cool metal, especially when he was being assaulted by warmth everywhere else.

His blushing face, Makoto's warm hand, his burning hot, hard as steel, well…

Chihiro gulped as Makoto pressed himself even harder against his butt, giving a small thrust and grinding against his boi booty.

"M-Makoto, wh-what are you doing?" Chihiro asked, trying to ignore how he could feel Makoto throb against him. He couldn't even hope to move, not with the way Makoto's hand seemed to anchor him in place.

"Do you see what you did to me, Chihiro?" Makoto said, his voice easily drowning out the programmer's whine when he ground himself against his butt once more.

Chihiro definitely felt it. It was so big, so hard, it was digging in between his buttcheek and teasing his taint, sending tingles of pleasure up his spine.

He could feel his own erection swelling against his panties, but it paled compared to Makoto's-

Chihiro shook his head, trying to shake off those thoughts. He- He needed to get Makoto off him, b-before something happened, before it was too late-

"Ahn!" Chihiro cried when Makoto's free hand grabbed hold of one of his cheeks and squeezed it pleasu- painfully! Yes, it was pain that was making him moan under Makoto's forceful grip, that left his legs shaky and head fuzzy.

That was why when Makoto let go of the smaller boy, he was too dazed to react, only squealing when the lucky student ripped his shorts and underwear down his legs, leaving his naked rear shaking, until Makoto's hands fell on it in a two-handed clap that bounced off the walls of the changing room.

Chihiro gasped as he spread them apart, before flinching when he felt his breath against his pucker, shivers going up and down his spine.

"Always bouncing around, teasing me with your fat ass. I'm going to make you take responsibility for having this slutty body, Chihiro." Makoto said, and when Chihiro opened his mouth in protest, all that came out was a long drawn-out moan as the lucky student's tongue began exploring Chihiro's depths.

The programmer felt himself be pressed further against the locker as Makoto dove in like a man starving, his tongue digging deeply into Chihiro’s asshole as his hands left his cheeks, instead wrapping around his thick thighs and squeezing them to his chest, allowing Makoto to rim the poor boi even deeper.

Chihiro bit his lip to try and contain his moans, but it was a futile effort as they soon filled the changing room. His cock, so much smaller than Makoto's, was bobbing up and down in the air as his hips twitched and buckled under the lucky student's assault. Not that he could spare a thought towards that.

No, he was much too busy trying to survive Makoto's attention. Too busy trying to keep his wits about him even as sparks kept lighting his brain up in pleasurable fireworks, melting it down into goop until it exploded out of his cock, splattering his thin watery cum to the ground.

Only then did Makoto relent, but Chihiro was barely managing to cling to the lockers in front of him. He couldn't even think of trying to escape, and even if he had, the moment Makoto's cock was freed, he was trapped once more.

The rod had weight to it, nestled as it was between his cheeks, and it throbbed angrily against him.

Chihiro felt his ring twitch in response as if already trying to lure the beast in.

It was so hot, and when Makoto thrust forward, hotdogging his ass and burying Chihiro's small sack under his full balls, the boi couldn't help but moan and thrust back against him.

He- He couldn't get the pleasure of Makoto's mouth out of his head. It was like a thick fog clouding every one of his thoughts, haunting him. It asked, if Makoto's tongue felt that good, how do you think that cock will make you feel?

It'll kill you, some part of him said. It'll tear you in half and leave you broken.

It'll ruin you, another one insisted. It'll tear you in half and leave you broken.

A husk of who he once was, a slave to pleasure. Exactly what he'd been so desperate to avoid all this time.

That voice made his thighs quiver and his back arc, and when he and Makoto made eye contact over Chihiro's shoulder, it was that second voice that answered him.

"I-I want it~" He half-moaned, his hips bucking under Makoto's length and making him smile.

"Of course you do." He said, before drawing his hips back, and lining up his fat cock with his target. The head of it was pressed against his entrance, which twitched and blinked against him. Until Makoto began moving forward, slow and steady.

Chihiro was panting like a bitch, his whole world narrowing down to the way Makoto's cockhead was slowly stretching his asshole open. He was whining and moaning as the red-hot cock stretched him out oh-so-pleasurably, the foreign sensation making his cock weep thin precum. And the moment his gland breached past his tight ring-

Makoto stopped holding back, and forced his full length inside of him, making Chihiro cry out in mind-boggling ecstasy. He barely had a moment to appreciate the sensation of fullness as Makoto stretched him out before he pulled back out, scraping against his prostate and making him moan lewdly, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and dripping drool down his chin.

Then Makoto was like a machine, pistoning in and out of Chihiro mercilessly, chasing his own release and only provoking the Programmer's incidentally as he used him like a sex toy.

And Chihiro loved it.

He loved Makoto's tight grip on his hips, forcing him to meet the Lucky Student's thrusts. He loved the way his dick was swinging powerlessly under him, shooting out clear cum as his prostate was turned to puree. He loved the sharp sting of pain when Makoto's hips met his clapping ass.

He loved being used by Makoto. And he loved the mind-melting orgasms it gave him.

By the time Makoto reached his own peak, Chihiro could only moan weakly, his cock spurting the last few droplets that hadn't yet been milked out of him. Incomparable to the thick torrent that flooded his insides.

He smiled as he fulfilled his purpose and took the heavy load out of Makoto's balls.

"Phew!" Makoto said, wiping his brow. "I feel better now. Though…" Makoto's cock throbbed inside of Chihiro, making him mewl and shake his hips reflexively.

"I'm still feeling pretty pent-up. You'll help me out, right Chihiro?"

Chihiro smiled weakly, but happily. He'd wasted too much time trying to deny his place in life, and he needed to compensate.

"I-I'd love to~"

#ask response #makoto naegi stud and friends #TheLewdPokeManik's Stories #ChihiroFujisaki18 #MakotoNaegi18

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