Ryomen Sukuna

𝒫𝐸𝐸𝒫𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒯𝒪𝑀—ryomen sukuna

part 2 of peeping tom❤︎︎ find part 1 here

excuse any errors, enjoy!

─── ⋆⋅˚ʚ♡ɞ˚⋅⋆ ───

mdni,18+

the soft chirps of birds fill your room, the morning sun peeking through the pink curtains. groggily, you open your eyes, blinking a few times before grabbing your phone from the nightstand. last night's moments play in your head, and you want to sink into the floor. was it a dream? no way sukuna knew you’d been spying on him. but his text told otherwise.god, how embarrassing. you run your hands down your face, whining, "you’re so stupid."

it's sunday, and you don’t have classes. you would’ve stayed in your room all day to avoid seeing him, but your stomach is angrily growling.you finally work up the courage to get out of bed and take a shower after thirty minutes. now, it's time for you to walk downstairs. your stomach hurts just thinking about it. you half expect sukuna to be waiting for you with an eviction note, but when you enter the kitchen, there he is—shirtless, with a "kiss the cook" apron on. any other time, you would’ve laughed, but you stayed quiet.

you sheepishly take a seat at the kitchen island. whatever he is cooking has your stomach churning in satisfaction. you don’t know what to say to him. his back is turned to you, those muscles flexing each time he flips the skillet.

stop staring! what is wrong with you!

"sukuna, i didn’t mean to watch you last night, i—" you start, but you’re cut off.

"it’s okay, doll. everyone has their guilty pleasures," he smirks, back still turned to you. you can feel your neck getting warm as embarrassment rocks through your body.

was he serious?

you choke on your own breath, eyes wide with shock. "what?! no, i—"

he turns around, a devilish grin on his face. "relax, i’m just messing with you. but seriously, i don’t mind an audience."

you bury your face in your hands, groaning. "you’re impossible."

"maybe,” he shrugs,”someone’s hungry this morning," he teases your growling stomach, setting a plate of pancakes,cheesy grits and bacon in front of you. “let's eat,shall we?"

you nod, feeling a mix of confusion and utter mortification. he sits across from you, watching as you take a bite. the pancakes are delicious, but you can barely taste them over the pounding of your heart.

"so, did you enjoy the show?" he asks casually, as if discussing the weather. you choke on your pancake, and he laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"sukuna, i—" you start, but he cuts you off again.

"relax,i told you i don't mind an audience. in fact, i might just put on another performance for you," he says, leaning back in his chair, his eyes darkening with mischief.

you roll your eyes but can't deny the truth in his words. there's something about his confidence, his unabashed boldness, that draws you in. maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the worst thing that could have happened.

"you know if you want me to bend you over all you have to do is say please," he says, standing up and stretching, his muscles rippling. you look down at your half eaten pancake, feeling a strange sense of anticipation.

you don’t know what’s overcome you, but before your brain can even react you’re whispering out a shaky,”p-please,”

instantly,sukuna's soft lips are on yours, kissing you hungrily. you feel an electric jolt run through your body, and your mind races. is this really happening? you've been dreaming of this moment for months, and deep down, you know he has too. his calloused hands press into your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

the taste of syrup on his lips is evident, and it only draws you deeper into him. your heart is thundering against your chest, each beat echoing in your ears. your arms instinctively drape around his neck, pulling him even closer as you lose yourself in the moment. you can't help but moan needily into his mouth, the sound causing a smirk to pull on his lips. it's as if he's savoring every second, every reaction you give him.

you gasp as he grips your thick thighs and effortlessly lifts you onto the kitchen island. the cool surface contrasts with the heat of the moment, sending shivers down your spine. he spreads your legs, eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of you in just an oversized shirt and panties. you can feel his arousal pressing against you,your own desire surging even higher.

“wasn’t planning on having a second breakfast but,”

your hands grip the counter as he loops his fingers into your underwear and pulls them down, groaning at the sight of your pussy.he can’t resist dipping a finger inside of you and sucking your juices from it, a moan falling from his lips.you taste so good,sweet even.

almost instantly, sukuna’s mouth is on your pussy, his tongue flicking wildly across your opening. you moan at the feeling, your hands gripping the edge of the kitchen island for support. his tongue moves with an urgency that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, each flick making you shudder.

“god, sukuna,” you gasp, your voice trembling with need. he glances up at you, his eyes filled with a dark, hungry desire that only makes you wetter. his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he dives back in, his tongue exploring every inch of you. the sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and desperation that has you writhing above him.

this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so fucking good.tears prick your eyes as sukuna’s ravages you,arms shaking underneath you threatening to give out.his hands are placed firmly behind your quivering thighs, kneading the soft flesh while simultaneously holding you in place.

you couldn’t run even if you wanted to, this man is strong.

his tongue finds your clit, swirling around it with expert precision. your back arches off the island, a loud moan escaping your lips. he smirks against you, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. his fingers join in, slipping inside you and curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes you see stars.

“sukuna, please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for. more? faster? harder? all you know is that you need him, need this. his mouth and fingers work in perfect harmony, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. your breaths come in short, ragged gasps, your body trembling with anticipation.

he doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers moving with relentless precision. the pleasure builds and builds, until it’s almost too much to bare. you can feel the orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatens to drown you. and then, with one final flick of his tongue and a thrust of his fingers, it crashes over you, leaving you gasping and moaning his name.

as you come down from the high, he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your arousal. “you taste even better than i imagined,” he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction.

“i need you sukuna.”

his eyes light up, he’s pulling off his apron and pulling his pants down.you gulp, he’s easily nine inches long and his girth had your pussy clenching. the cool granite surface of the island countertop felt good against your skin as you leaned back, your legs hooked around sukuna's waist. the kitchen island was the perfect height for him.

sukuna stood between your spread legs, his eyes dark with desire. he gripped your thighs, squeezing them hard as he leaned down, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your neck. you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he whispered, “you want it, don't you? you want me to fuck you hard right here on the counter."

you nod, your breath coming in short gasps as you feel his thick, hard dick pressing against your core. "yes... please... fuck me, sukuna. i need it so bad." your words come out in a desperate whisper, and you tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

sukuna chuckles darkly, hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips possessively. he grins, pulling your shirt over your head."greedy little slut, aren't you? can't get enough of the thought of my cock, can you?" without waiting for an answer, he lines up his throbbing length with your dripping pussy and thrust forward, filling you in one smooth, relentless motion.

the sensation of being so full makes your back arch off the countertop, your hands gripping the counter tighter as you let out a strangled moan. sukuna's hands tighten on your hips, holding you down as he begin to move, his thrusts deep and relentless.

"that's it, take it all. you love my big dick pounding into that tight little hole, don't you?"

you whimper in response, your body trembling with need. every thrust sends shocks of pleasure through your body, and you can feel your pussy pulsating around his shaft.the sounds of his his toned stomach against your thighs along with your squelching pussy fills the room, you’re wrapped in so much bliss all you can do is moan underneath him.sukuna’s stretching you to your limits, your poor cunt being destroyed with each pound.he’s so fucking deep,it feels like he’s in your stomach.

sukuna’s hand snakes up to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck. he squeezes gently, cutting off your airway just enough to heighten your pleasure. your eyes widen, body trembling with the thrill of it.

"f’king me s-so good," you moan, voice barely above a whisper.sukuna grunts,hips moving in a steady rhythm as he chokes you up.

“play with your pussy babe,like how you did last night,” he husks,one hand hooked around your waist whilst the other held your leg.”o-okay,” you whimper,eyebrows knitting together in pleasure as you began rubbing your sensitive clit.

the sensation of his dick prodding into you and the stimulation of your clit had you sounding like a wild animal.you hadn’t been fucked like this in a while and it was obvious to sukuna as he pressed into you.you looked so fucking pretty to him,plump lips frowned, a thin coat of sweat glistening on your brown skin.

“f-fuck,” he whines breathlessly, your stomach churns.his whines are so fucking pretty.they’re a mixture of deep and high pitched, and it makes you want to cum right then and there.your hand leaves your clit and latches around his base,his jaw clenches.fuck, you’re so intoxicating. stroking his base while he fucks you.you’re so warm and wet,he’s fully consumed in pleasure as he thuds into you.

“you were waiting for this day huh?”

you nod.

"i know, so have i," he smiles, delighting in the sensation of your pussy around him,he can’t help but let his head drop against your neck. you can hear all of his moans and grunts,”fucking me so good." you sob.your delicate voice spurs him on, he was approaching his end and fast. this stunned him, even with his fling mai he could never cum fast, he'd have to fuck her for hours just to get a nut.

your words and touch filled him with bliss,his stomach knotting each passing second.he pulled away from your neck, gripping your thighs firmly to brace himself as he moved rhythmically against you. determined to make you finish,he held back his own release.

tears stream down your face, fingers urgently caressing your sensitive bundle of nerves, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "a-ah kuna!” you cry out, trembling as his swollen tip presses against your g-spot.

“there it is,” sukuna chuckles,you whine beneath him with each press against it. your entire body shivering with pleasure as he mercilessly bucks his hips into you. your back arches as the pressure in your stomach releases,leaving you a whimpering mess.

“f-fuck, you’re creaming all over me.” he groans, the sight of your hungry pussy eating him greedily making his knees buckle.he can’t hold back anymore, a loud guttural whine leaves his lips as he pulls out, ropes of cum decorates your face.his hand quickly pumps his shaft, stroking every drop of cum out of his throbbing dick. you’re exhausted, you can’t even fight as sukuna turns you around. your cheek is pressed against the counter as sukuna slides back into you.

“we’re not done, love.”

sigh.i need this man.

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─Kinktober week 1.

You and Armin decided to have a little lewd competition to spice up your sex life. ˚⋆ ★ content warning: Praise, begging, facials, masturbation, and anything else that I forgot. ˚⋆ ★wc: 523

Theme: Mutual Masterbation.

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 His sleek cock is only a few centimeters from your face.

You’re sitting comfortably in front of his leaking tip, fighting the urge to swallow his cock whole. Your fingers plunge in and out of your warm cunt. Your soaked fingers leave sloppy circles around your clit causing small moans to slip out of your mouth. This little game you and Armin have been playing may slowly be coming to an end. You’ve been carefully edging yourself for 30 minutes and you’re slowly starting to unravel. Armin’s blonde locks melted on his forehead as the sweat collected on his eyebrow. 

“F-fuck babe! Just cum already, I’ll make you feel really good I promise…” His hand is covered in precum and saliva. His knuckles turn white from his aggressive grip on the bed sheets. The soft squelching noises from his sloppy wet cock sent shivers down your spine. His face screws together and his head dips back in lewd satisfaction. 

“Please, baby?”

“N-No…”

You shake your head at his shameless begging, unwilling to cave into his miserable tactics. You give him a short glare before slowing down your own pace. You’re afraid you might lose this little competition if Armin continues to beg. 

“I need you, please?”

You groan lightly at his pathetic request, you feel pity for the way you made him feel. His almost whiny voice made your sopping pussy wetter and warmer.  The pleading made your clit pulse and your pace speed up. You felt pure ecstasy with the way he was begging for you to finish. You notice his cock twitch a bit and his eyes squeeze together. You slow your pace down before playfully blowing on his tip. His eyes shoot open before he quickly covers his tip with his hands. 

“That’s cheating..” 

“I’m not doing anything.” He scoffs lowly at your faux innocence, he’s close to coming and one wrong move and it’s over. He continues to struggle against your antics, he can feel his climax close by. He massages his tip slowly as his pace quickens and a string of pornographic moans leave his mouth. His strokes start getting sloppy and uneven, the complete opposite of the calculated Armin from a few minutes ago. Your clit twitches in response, your climax is closing in as quickly as his. In one last final attempt at winning you close in and leave a sweet kiss on the tip of his cock. 

“F-fuck you…”

Armin’s mouth goes agape and his climax hits him like a ton of bricks. His leaking mushroom tip was just inches away from your lust-filled face. White ropes shoot across your face and chest. Soon after you reach your climax, it comes crashing down on you in several waves. Low moans and quick breaths are the only thing audible in the room. The deafening silence is interrupted by your quiet chuckling. He finds your faint laughter terrifying, yet alluring and you give Armin a sly smile before taking your thumb and wiping his cum off of your lips. You give your thumb a few small licks before sucking the rest off with a ‘pop.’

“You lose…” 

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

MDNI, get away!!

✦A/N: this is just something small to post before I start working on a new fic. it’s between Gojo and Ony hopefully I’ll figure it out by tonight. but enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Headcanon: Nanami Kento.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: oral, mdom, a little nsfw headcannons, and unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)

(some of the headcanons are directed at black women)

Husband!Kento proposed with a necklace instead of a ring because a ring is too easy to lose. He’s a meticulous gentleman, so he takes the necklace off whenever you take a shower and leaves a trail of soft kisses along your neck. 

Husband!Kento Refuses to let you wake up to the horrid and deafening ring of an alarm clock. Instead, he peppers your face with soft kisses and runs his large hands over your body softly.

“My love, It’s time to wake up.”

You groan slightly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and pulling the covers down to your waist. You come face-to-face with your husband’s loving eyes. He runs his hand along your hips and presses a sweet kiss on your lips. The Passionate act still lingers seconds after his lips leave yours. 

“Let’s have a good morning, beautiful…”

Husband!Kento loves it when you share your gossip with him. Samatha’s marriage is falling apart? He knows. Erika has a new girlfriend? He knows. He listens to every word leaving your plump lips and remembers just in case you quiz him about it later on. 

Husband!Kento adores the way your hips sway when you’re cooking or getting ready for bed. He’ll always watch you, whether he’s doing paperwork at his desk or simply just enjoying your presence. His eyes will always be on your body and you can feel his loving gaze every time. 

Husband!Kento did tons of research on how to take care of your hair. He knows how difficult it can be to take care of black hair so as the loving husband he is, he wants to help you in every way possible. Always asking if you need help taking down braids, helping you detangle your hair, and even helping you find out which hair product is better for your hair type. 

Husband!Kento loves your hair so much that he even gives it a soft tug when you’re doing a good job sucking his cock. His hand is always on your head, usually pushing you down further on his cock. 

Husband!Kento favorite position is cowgirl. He loves the way your love handles feel under his grip. He’s completely mesmerized by the way you throw your head back and the rhythmic movement of your tits. Seeing the way your engagement necklace hovers over his face completely sends him over the edge. 

Husband!Kento has a rewards card for a local lingerie store around your shared house. He has to buy lingerie often because he rips it off of you the moment he sees that lacey, bright-colored, bra and panty set sitting on your smooth skin. 

Husband!Kento is only rough if you ask him to or when you catch an attitude with him for no reason. He loves sex when it's slow and sensual. He likes the intensity of it. He also enjoys punishing you when your frustration is aimed at him for no reason. 

“Mmm…Ke-Ken! I-I’m…fuck…s-sorry” 

You’ve lost count of the amount of orgasms you’ve had. Your juices are soaking the sheets, your limbs are tied to the bed, and your stunning husband is sitting in a chair facing the bed watching you lose your mind.

“Apology not accepted.”

He turns the vibrator up another level. 

Husband!Kento loves fingering you while he’s on a business call. His calm and composed appearance completely contradicts your messy one. His stoic facial expression doesn’t convey any hint that he’s knuckles deep inside of his wife.

ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔱

𝔐𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰

𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔉'𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩?

ᴊᴜᴊᴜsᴛᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ

ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡!𝔑𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔫

𝔑𝔞𝔥, ℑ'𝔪 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯.

ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ

𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱-𝔲𝔭

кιиктσвєя 2024

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨 յ

𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨 շ

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ…

𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔉'𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩?

MDNI, skadaddle nigga

✦A/N: i swear i try to post more but like but sitting on my ass is just rlly fun to do. BUT OFC I CANT BE GONE FOR LONGG!! also i didn’t proofread so ignore typos. here’s an ony fic that i pushed out my pussy bc i’m hot like that. ENJOY!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and ony have been fwb for a few months now. On a strict “no emotions involved” type of situation. But he can’t help it if he gets jealous when you start talking to someone else. Your famous last words? "Make me, nigga."

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Wc: 2,233

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: Mdom, argument, jealous ony, degradation, light choking, oral male!receiving, manhandling, spanking, face fucking, orgasm denial, fingering, very little praise, he’s mean asf, p in v, and finishing inside (practice safe sex)

(reader is black)

You and Onyankapon have been friends with benefits for a couple of months now. It all started because you wanted to lose your virginity badly. You were gnawing at the bars of your enclosure, being that dick hungry you put pornstars to shame. But you didn’t want to lose something so special to someone you barely knew. So you went down a line of people you knew, most of them you immediately shot down. Connie was a whore, Armin had a girlfriend, Jean is…Jean, so what was left was your best friend. He took the opportunity and ran with it, now you guys fuck at least twice a week.

Ony made the sex strictly just sex, with no relationship or strings attached. Just adults blowing off steam almost every weekend. He said it was ok to talk to other people, that’s where Eren comes in. You met him through Armin 2 weeks ago and you guys haven't stopped talking since. Even now, you’re at Ony’s house watching a movie but you can’t separate your eyes from your screen. He invited you over with the notion of just “watching a movie” but he just wanted to fuck, and you knew that. 

“Me Personally, I’d definitely survive in the quiet place. Like all you have to do is be quiet, it’s easy.”

You nod your head slowly, paying no attention to Ony’s statement. Your fingers are flying across your phone, you’re having a deep conversation with Eren. Ony looks over at you and rolls his eyes, you can feel his attitude radiating off of him and steam coming out of his ears.

“My nigga, you’re not even listening to me,” 

“First, I’m not ‘your nigga’. Secondly, I am listening…”

You trail off after hearing your phone go off with a ding. You snatch your phone out of your lap quickly and start typing away. He gives you the most crazed look he can muster. 

“Nigga, are you f’real?”

You look over at Ony’s reaction and the fact that he’s acting like such a drama queen right now. There’s no way he’s hurt by the fact that you’re talking to other people. He’s the one who made the rules in the first place, so why does he care who you talk to? He’s starting to regret his rule-making skills. Your flawless brown skin-pops with your white hoodie and sweatpants to match. Even before y’all started hooking up he thought you were the most beautiful person ever. 

“Damn, what the fuck are you talking about? Are you good?”

You frowned at his outburst, confused by the sudden change in tone. You finally put your phone to the side and put your attention on Ony. 

“You’ve been on your phone this whole fucking time. Paying absolutely no attention to me or the movie. Who are you even texting?”

“No One-” 

Ding..

Ony groans before snatching your phone out of your lap and softly pushing you back from getting it. You get up from your position on the couch and start reaching over his head but his grip on your wrist won’t budge. 

“Let’s see who you’re so fucking focused on…”

He looks at the screen and goes silent before turning his head at you. You’re standing there with an overly irked look, hands on your hips, and eyeing him up and down.

“...Eren!? Eren fucking Jeager!? Don’t tell me you’re actually talking to that sorry ass nigga?’

You roll your eyes at his possessiveness. There’s no reason why he should be concerned about who you text and who you decide to mingle with. It’s your pussy and can determine who it wants, right? 

“It’s not something you should be concerned about. Shit, just give me the dick so I can leave, that’s why you called me over right?”

His eyes go wide at your boldness. He can’t tell if you’re upset or just trying to rile him up—either way, it’s making him go insane. 

“Take that bass out yo’ voice mama. I’m looking out for you, Eren isn’t the type you want. Stop talking to that nigga”

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue showing clear signs of irritation. His baritone voice sends chills down your spine. Even when he’s irritated he still looks handsome, the warning look in his eyes makes your pussy clench.

“Who are you talking to right now? I ain’t gotta do shit, f’real. I’m not gonna let some Chiptole bag-tatted ass nigga tell me what the fuck to do.” 

Ony’s eyes are bulging out of his head and the vein on his forehead is starting to grow. He isn't fond of your attitude, he snatched you up multiple times because of it. He slowly gets up from his spot on the couch, now looking down at you with a dark look in his eye. 

“Watch your tone…”

He says eerily calm, his low voice coming out as silk to your ears. It’s like he’s talking directly to your pussy and she’s listening to every word he’s saying. Instead of standing down like he said you decide to stand on business, which is one mistake amongst many.

“Make me, nigga..”

You scuffed and rolled your eyes. That statement alone made Ony let out a rich chuckle, his face displaying a cheeky smirk. Before you even have time to gauge his actions you feel his callous hand wrap around your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“Make you what? Say it again..”

He whispers seductively in your ear. You turn away from him before he roughly drags your face back to his. You shake your head not wanting to even breathe, You started this mess now he has to finish it. 

“The cock slut doesn’t wanna speak, huh? Take off your clothes since you want my dick so badly.”

The tent in his pants is now noticeable. He lets go of your neck and sits back down on the couch. You start untying your sweatpants, then slowly taking over your panties, followed by your hoodie and bra. Now you’re standing in front of him, all dignity stripped away with your clothes. 

“Get on your knees and suck this dick, I’ll show you exactly how to watch that mouth one of yours.” 

You nod before sitting in front of him unbuckling his belt. You slide down his pants to reveal his bulging cock through his underwear. You slowly pull down his underwear, earning a scuff from Ony. He pushes your hand away and pulls his cock out himself. His leaking mushroom tip was just inches away from your face. 

“Open your mouth.”

His passionless voice makes your clit throb and your stomach drop. He’s giving you no mercy tonight and you know that. You open your mouth wide as directed and impatiently wait for his next. He chuckles at how pitiful you look at this moment, taking a mental snapshot in his head. You’re waiting for his next command, your hand in between your thighs as you subtly grind on your hand for some type of friction. He grabs the base of his cock and slaps the tip on your tongue. 

“You like this shit, don’t you? Go on, suck it.”

You wrap your plump lips around his big cock, bobbing your head slowly. You trace circles around his tip with your tongue. He lets out a string of groans, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around his cock. He grabs the back of your neck and pushes you down on his cock roughly. You gag when his cock grazes the back of your throat with force. Tears swell in your eyes as he fucks your face senselessly. The vibrations of your moans drive him crazy, your muffled moans and tears send him over the edge. 

“Mhm…Swallow this cock—fuck”

His head lays on the couch cushion behind him. His hand travels from your neck to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. Your faux locs are now scrunched up in his hand. He starts pushing your head down rougher as his pace starts getting sloppy. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and hot tears flow down your face. 

“Fuck–I’m about to cum. Make me cum, slut.” 

You moan at his command, your fingers travel down to your soaked pussy, and start massaging your aching clit. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head at his messy tempo pushing him closer and closer to his climax. White ropes shoot down your throat, and the warm thick substance slides your throat. His dick flops out your mouth with a ‘pop’. You rub fast circles on your clit wanting to cum as hard as he did. Right before you make it you feel Ony grab your wrist, halting any movement. 

“Who said you could touch yourself? Get up…”

You pout at your ruined orgasm. You get up before he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass grazes his cock and your back is to his chest. He spreads your legs and hands as he traces small circles on your clit. Your head falls back in satisfaction, he smoothly inserts two of his long fingers inside your damp cunt. You grab his arm roughly, leaving dark nail marks on his tatted skin. His finger moves in and out of you with wet sounds accompanying it. 

“F…fuck…right there..”

You whine into his neck when you feel his pace quicken. He’s knuckles deep inside of you, the speed of his strokes increasing by the second. He chuckles at the sight, you’re drooling, your eyes screwed shut, and pornographic moans flooding the living room.

He groans as you squirm in his lap, your bare ass rubbing against his hard cock. He uses his other hand to rub your sensitive clit. Your grip tightens on his arm, your nail prints getting deeper every time he picks up his pace. His fingers plunging into your cunt with such speed and aggression brings you closer to your orgasm. 

“F—Fuck…s…slow down…I’m about…to—”

Ony chuckles before pausing his movement. He removes his fingers from your sloppy pussy and trails his hand over to your ass and gives it a small squeeze. 

“Only good girls get to cum. C’mon, face down ass up. Right now.” 

You whine at the absence of friction and he gives your ass a hard ‘Smack’ in response. He tossed you over to the other side of the couch before turning you on your stomach. He slides his cock on your warm slit, teasing your greedy pussy. He gives your ass a sharp slap before plunging his cock into your pussy without warning. 

You let out a porno-worthy moan and grab one of the couch cushions for stability. Ony quickly picks up the pace, abusing your cervix with every stroke. He gives your ass a couple of harsh slaps before grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your face into the couch cushion. The living room is overflowing with moans, grunts, and the sound of your sopping wet pussy. You put your hand back to stop Ony’s forceful thrust. 

“S—Shit…slo—ow…down…fuck” 

“Nah, Take this shit…Fuck, you’re such a slut.” 

Ony slaps your hand away before placing both of his hands on your hips, pulling you deeper into every thrust. You stifle your moans with your both as the bully of your pussy continues. 

‘Ding’

‘Ding’

You hear him groan as his strokes cease. He grabs your phone from the other side of the couch before scoffing at the name. 

“What the fuck does this lame ass nigga want?... Hold on.” 

You can hear the smirk in his voice, his cock going at a slower pace than before. You let out a few whimpers that earn you a harsh slap on your already stinging ass. 

“Hush…” 

His monotone voice sends chills down your spine. You have no clue what's going on behind you until you notice the shadow of your silhouette on the neighboring wall. 

‘Is that a flashlight? Wait…is he recording?’

Before you can confirm your answer he goes back to abusing your pussy. You muffle a moan with the pillow in front of you. He presses your body against the couch, the only thing talking is the wetness of your pussy.

“Shit…She’s talking to me, mama. C’mon, tell him who this pussy belongs to.”

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out but slutty moans. He gives your ass a hard smack, placing his free hand on your lower back. 

“Y-You! F—Fuck!... You do! You own this…mmph…slutty pussy!”

You choke out, completely cock drunk. You hear him chuckle and groan. You pussy turning him into a mess also. His strokes begin to get messy and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. 

“Shit mama…cum on my cock baby .”

He reaches his free hand around to trace circles on your clit.  Almost like clockwork, you leave your juices all over his cock and coat his shaft in a slippery mess. You feel his tip hit your G-spot a few more times before you feel his warm and sticky cum engulf your inside. His cock is covered in both of your juices, a ring of the mix at the base of his cock. 

Your brain is fogged with lust, you can barely think right now. All you can see are stars and darkness before finally feeling him pull out. 

“Did my dick feel good?”

“Mhm…”

“You’re my slut, right?”

“Mhm…” 

“Thank you, mama."

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