Doordasher!eren Seeing You Have A Bad Day And Trying To Make It Better Because Surprisingly, He Isnt

doordasher!eren seeing you have a bad day and trying to make it better because surprisingly, he isn’t an asshole all the time 🥹😭

content warning: mentions of PMS, depression and a little sadness. He’s a sweetie pie in this.

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he had been running deliveries all night. Back and forth between various restaurants, dropping off orders to all the customers who had requested all types of things. From five Mexican pizzas for a bunch of college kids to happy meals for a couple of fussy little ones, needless to say he was busy and was being kept on his toes. However, he couldn’t help but think about his favorite patron..

it had been a few days since he’d seen (y/n) appear on his radar and he found it quite strange. Even though the two of you constantly bickered, mainly because of his slick ass mouth, he had developed quite the soft spot for you. Oftentimes worrying and thinking about you off the clock as well. And tonight, he couldn’t help but get you off of his mind. Driving around aimlessly, awaiting his next job when he decided to pull into a gas station for some smacks of his own. It was as he was scraping up to the counter in his sweats and slides, placing a Peach Faygo and plain Lays on the glass top when he got a notification on his Apple Watch, which he was using to pay with. ‘You just received a new order from (y/n)!’ But he was a little surprised to see it differentiated from your usual. It was from Walmart..tissues, chips, ice cream, and some Tylenol. However, before he could accept, he’d seen that you canceled. Which caught him off guard. What could that have been about? He’d thank the clerk and then dart back to his car where he’d do a little digging. His initial thought was that you possibly could have been on your period and didn’t want some man picking up your personal items but he’d retrieved far worse than some Maxi Pads and Mydol during his tenure here. He knew that you and Connie, another fellow dasher and one of his best friends were pretty cool so he’d hit him up, wondering had he heard from you. He was very much aware of you guys’ little ongoing rivalry, having known each other for about six months now so you weren’t exactly strangers anymore; had even hung out and smoked with them all and as funny as he thought it was, he had some advice for Eren..

“Ion know, bruh. I wouldn’t bother her right now. She’s been having a rough couple days so she’s been actin a lil’ different. I tried to check in on her but she don’t wanna talk. Imma just give her some space.”

but that wasn’t his style! Annoying as he was, he was an even bigger softie. If someone he knew or cared about wasn’t doing well, he’d do whatever he could to make sure they were feeling better by the time he was done. Despite Connie’s advice, he’d crank back up and peel out of the parking lot, headed to the superstore to pick up your requested items…and a few other things! Meanwhile, you were sitting in your two bedroom apartment..glaring out of the window with a rather gloom expression on your face. Watching the light rain fall underneath faint glow of the street lights as you worked tirelessly at your computer. Feeling a bit jaded and ready to clock out. Truth was, it was a gnawing feeling you had been experiencing for days. Stuck in sort of a rut and without direction. Everything was beginning to feel a bit mundane. Living alone in this apartment with hardly any visitors, you were left only with your work and lonely thoughts to get you by. Even tonight, you didn’t feel like eating much; cancelling your order before you’d waste someone’s time or that brunette nuisance could show up at your door, ready to be a pain.

if you were being completely honest, even arguing with him didn’t feel so bad right about now. Anything not to feel so isolated.. little did you know, he was already ten steps ahead and en route; hoping to bring that frown to a giant smile. Scouring the aisles of Walmart, searching for anything he’d hope you like. Ice cream, tissues, chips..all as you had requested. But he needed more. Something to truly lift your spirits up.. “What do girls like when they’re sad? Teddy bears? Candy? Liquor?..hell if I know.” Muttering to himself, even with passing patrons glaring at him as if he were crazy. But he was actually talking into his AirPods, trying to consult his friends who were on a FaceTime call with him. They couldn’t help but laugh at how he was going to all these extra lengths just to see a customer smile. Even taking the expense from his own pocket. After a little more intel from Connie, he had learned how stressed you had been with your new role. A promotion that came with nothing more than a larger workload and a slightly bigger pay raise. Which truly wasn’t worth it by the time you factored in emotional and manual labor. So this was definitely what you needed. “Ion know but I think somebody got a lil’ crush on my homegirl.” Connie blurting out to make the others burst into laughter, teasing him relentlessly. Just the sheer mention making his cheeks glow red. “Aye, it ain’t even like that. She’s just really cool. That’s all..don’t want her being depressed and by herself if I can help it.” He truly was something. Nonetheless, he’d continue filling his basket with all types of things until he was sure he had built the ultimate care package.

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by that time, the rain began to pick up and get a little heavier, thus sending your power surging and your system offline for a little bit. “What the—?! Damnit! Now I gotta tell these bitches my internet is out..” understandably frustrated, you’d click around the screen and just release a huff, knowing there was nothing you could do at the moment except wait for things to boot back up. It was yet another headache you had to deal with explaining. But it did provide you with a bit of a break to get away from that draining screen. You’d get up from your chair, stretching your back and legs, preparing to head downstairs when you heard your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting any company so that was quite odd! Could it have been some dumb kid playing a prank? Perhaps, a wrong door? Exercising caution, you’d make your way to the bottom step, leading into the living room where you’d reach the front door. Using the peephole, you’d look around and that’s when you’d spot a bag on the doorstep, up underneath the canopy covering…and an oddly familiar vehicle sitting out in the middle of the parking lot!..lights on, engine running and shrouded by rain. Carefully opening up the door, you’d take a peak around before procuring the items. Before you could even see what it was, the vehicle and its driver were peeling away. But what was inside was enough to bring you to tears and make this hellscape of a week feel all the more worth it.

in a giant gift bag was candy, two small roses, a tiny pink teddy bear, Moose Tracks ice cream, bags of chips, a soft plush blanket and lastly, a card that read “get well soon.” You didn’t know why or how he knew you were feeling down but once that door closed, tears began to stream down your face. Overcome with sheer emotion that someone thought enough of you to try and brighten your day!..even if it was the last person you’d expect. “Eren, I have no idea what to think of you. You’re something else, you know that?” Muttering to yourself as you wiped your face. Just as you went to go turn and head to the kitchen to place your things in the fridge, your phone would illuminate with a text, reading:

“Feel better soon, okay? I don’t like knowing you’re sad. I hope these help. Besides, who else is going to make my shifts fun?” -your favorite dasher. ❤️

needless to say, he had earned himself all five of his stars and then some.

LOOK AT YOU, BOY I INVENTED YOU.

y/n thought creating a silly robot as a boyfriend when feeling lonely would be feel until the robotic man turned sentient and very much knew what he wanted and how much he wanted his creator.

onyankapon x black fem reader

tw— reader is a nerdy scientist so yeahhh, Onyakopon is a robot obviously,jealousy, onyankopon is taller than you here, sorry!, shitty plot, kindaaa porn with plot, onyankopon calls reader creator, very cheesy dialogue,

a/n: I’ve never wrote full on smut so don’t expect the best !

If anyone had told y/n creating a robot with emotions and thought would be troublesome on her and have consequences she would’ve truly listened. Usually she would’ve seen the logic in this 6 months ago but she had came off a big breakup with her boyfriend, and the worse thing was he broke up with her over text and after seeing that heartbreaking text she was forced to see him in a nightclub with the girl he broke up with for on Instagram stories. So doing what she usually did, she turned to inventing things. Embarrassingly, the boy she invented herself was very inspired by her now ex boyfriend looks and celebrity men she always seen. Muscular build, black jet locs on his head, dark skin with a spider tat on the bottom of his abs.

But it seemed like she programmed the boy bot, onyankopon too smart. She had programmed the man to be obssesed and in love with her and only her but she didn’t think of the set back this would have for her. At first it was sweet really, how he would pick her up and automatically make his own muscular chest feel soft and less like metal so he could sit her on his chest while looking up at her pretty face making a grin through his robotic eyes. How he helped her slip her foot into some shoes for work was sweet also, and the soft kiss he gave on the clean shoe now on her foot making her bashful. It got out of hand once he got…jealous? She would bring her boy boy out to outings when she wanted to show off she had a cool bot or boyfriend (fake boyfriend). When she took him to public places where men occupied the spaces they were trying to attempt to flirt with her that triggered him. It was like he went through a sequence, as soon as any man tried to go past flirting and actual flirting he would grab their wrist with a iron grip and a glare in his robotic eyes making the man let out a genuine whimper that makes her gasp.”Onyankopon! Let go of that man’s wrist!” He of course listens on her command and let go almost letting out a human scoff at the man on the floor.

Once the both of you got home you could feel anger practically bubbling on onyankopon’s metal brown arm. His facial expression didn’t show it exactly but he was upset as he sat on the living room couch. Y/n stood up above his tall sitting figure looking at him with a stern look.”Onyankopon, why’d you do that to that man? You could’ve gotten me in real trouble, and you in some big trouble..” she mumbled the last part with a hand on her hip. Onyankopon made what sounded like a sigh coming out his mouth, his smart brain came up with the smartest response.”I am designed to protect and love you creator. So, I can’t allow another individual to flirt or go as far to touch you without your consent.” His eyes met hers as he said that, some boldness in his tone.

She frowned looking down at him and took a step forward, his respond was perfect and he did have obvious logic in his actions. God, why did she program to be so…perfect?”well as your creator, you can’t just hurt people in public I say onyankopon. You’re my boy boy and I say you can’t hurt potential lovers” onyankopon raised a brow at that and sat up.

He didn’t know what this feeling was, ever since he’s been created his creator has been having him experience feelings he felt he was ever meant to have. The feeling was.. anger at her words. He’s been with her throughout 6 months and would be dammed if she threw it all way. He still sat down on the couch on her level with what looked like a frown on his gorgeous face and his lips in a pout and eyes glaring up at her, giving her a small shover.”I mean this with zero disrespect creator, but i find you’ll need no other male than me in the near future.” a smile grazed his mouth.”Knowing what I know, I find that I’m the perfect match for you. I know you hate dragonfruit, love coconut water and potato bread and dislike heavy smelling cologne that’s displeasing on your nostrils.” He then stood up above her shorter figure.”I know you love muscular men.” He softly grabbed your wrist to make sure he didn’t have a iron grip on it and laid it on his chest.”you love the feeling of grazing your hands up and down a muscular chest and abs. And you perfer a man with a brown or dark complexion with locs and good musical taste and fashion.”a bashful look got on her face as her hand studied his chest. God, why did she program this bot with such a high iq?

She huffed, hand still gliding down his muscular chest.”why don’t you show me what kinda man I like in bed then? Since you’re full of answers..” she mumbled the last part, almost challenging him.

He didn’t even answer before he had her on her own bed on her back naked with her clothing and his discarded in a corner. He was towering over her with her eyes looking him and up down. If she wanted him to show the type of man he is, he would show her.

With his metallic brown dick standing proud nearly right in her face y/n made a gulp. Onyankopon took note of that and made what look liked a small smile forming on his lips. Grabbing both her legs he positioned them on his strong metal shoulders with a determined look in his eyes.”i assume you’re ready for me to show you the kind of man you need in bed creator?” She nearly gasped when she felt his dick enter her and the warm feeling she got from it. She tried to show him she still had the upper hand as his creator. She tried giving him a cold stare but gave a shakey nod. With that confirmation he fully pushed in, he could already feel how warm and wet she is.

He made a very human groan as he fully pushed in, matching with the whimper she made. Her toes curled with her hands gripping the sheets once she felt a buzzing noise… inside her?”hmph…wait… buzzing noise?” The buzzing intensified making her gasp.”that’s coming from my Corpus spongiosum.” He said with a smile. She moaned feeling the buzzing warm feeling on her pussy.”j-just—fuck— say dick or something..”

She could’ve sworn she heard a chuckle after that. With his buzzing dick he sped up his thrust with his hands gripping her legs that were on his shoulders. Her moans and whines got higher and higher feeling his thrust get rougher.”w-wait! I might..” he didn’t stop though and thrust got sloppier with her wet pussy. Eventually she creamed on him embarrassingly for her. That made onyankopon do a rare big grin.

“I’m not done here, I have to show you every way why I’m the perfect man for you.”

beachboy! Onyankopon! who finally gets his ass out of the water,driplets comin down his chiseled chest as he takes a deep breath,before walkin your way after spotting your pretty self eyeing him in what seems to be a trance,not realizing the man you was previously eating with both of your eyeballs out getting closer in your vision.

Beachboy! Onyankopon! who clicks his infront of your face to get you out of whatever that was,a low laughs rumbles outta his chest before he speaks."you stalkin’ me lil girl ?" he smiles after seeing your face practically going through decomposition before tryin to stutter out an excuse of your embarrassment. "D-don’t know whachu talkin’ bout ! this beach public yk" you mutter shyly before avoiding his gaze.Bitch was too intense for you and you didn’t need that rn.

beachboy! Onyankopon! who after that first encounter of finally speaking to each other did not expect it to lead to the now 4 years relashionship the both of you happily lived with your 5 years old twins,both looking like his father and so neither did you expect it to happen. The man you had been crushing hard on before would become your bestfriend and husband.Always going to watch him ride through the waves,each day observing how well he was maneuvering his surfboard and wondering how he would maneuver his fingers just aswell inside you to then surf his way to your heart, put a ring on your pretty finger,and give you the most beautiful little girls.

beachboy! Onyankopon! who had one big problem……with something but would you really call that an issue if both of you enjoyed this as much??? at some points you would complain tho,but that’s just cuz he couldn’t keep it in.HE needed you to have it whenever you acted up or when you needed to go somewhere but yk it ain’t his fault really!!! all that BREEDING needed to stick inside at any cost,cuz how tf these mfs gon understand that you’re his if it ain’t for the sticky globes of his cum that would be dripping down your legs as you head out with your friends to some random party thrown down the neighborhood.All wobbly and shaking from him beating your shit down,all that cuz you wanted to wear a pretty little jean skirt that you would like to precise btw that HE bought for you.

beachboy! Onyankopon! Who after a day of surfing down the waves, would hit it from behind in a hidden place behind palm trees at your favorite beach. "Hmmmm….fuck ma’ take.this.shit….. take it….my good girl hmmm? yeah my pretty lil stalker uh?" "Tell daddy how it feel mama hmmm? Tell me." tears kept falling from your lashes,blurry vision masking your surroundings that you almost miss out the fact that the both of you could get caught at any point in time.Clenching a tight grip of the thickness of his slicked shaft,both of yall’s melanins glowing in the sun,his words growing goosebumps all over your skin.God you loved this man so much,his voice,his laughs,his touch,his hugs,his attention lord you even loves it when he petty even though most of the time it gets you to throw hands at each other.You love him.

beachboy! Onyankopon! Who thinks of putting another baby into you,matter of fact if he could push his luck puts another two twins into your belly. "D-d-d-daaaa-dy want y-your cum!" Ony lets out a ragged laugh before it was cut through a deep moan rumbling up his chest,before pushing the arch in your back deeper.His head going down to whisper in your ear,the other grabbing your throat. "now baby you didn’t think i was gon leave yo ass outta there without breeding this pretty tight cunt uh ? yk i always get the job done ma’………..hmmmm….even better,might aswell put this kid into you how bout that sweetheart ?"

⌗︙・𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 ﹕ ♡

୨୧ — sugar daddy! college professor! nanami x fem! black! sugar baby! reader

♱ — smut, mdni, modern au, sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, age gap (reader is 20 and Nanami is 33), daddy kinkslight clit play, oral (f! receiving), p in v, missionary, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, sweetheart, daddy) wc: 4,151

a/n: y’all i’m sorry this took so long to post but i kept changing the plot and had to re-write it like 5 times 😭.

Kento Nanami was a lonely man. No wife, no kids, no one to share his life with, and no one to take care of. He was alone, longing for companionship and his friends had noticed. Whenever he wasn't hanging out with them, he was spending his time by himself. Even though he would tell them he enjoyed his alone time, he wasn't good at hiding the fact that he was lonely.

His friends wanted to help him, so they invited him out for drinks at the bar, but what Nanami wasn't expecting was their suggestion for companionship.

"Being a sugar daddy?" Nanami questions while swirling his glass of whiskey. He had heard of it before, but he never considered the idea.

Geto is leaning against the bar, eyeing the bartender, "Yeah, you pay a sugar baby for their companionship or for them to have sex with you."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Paying for sex? Isn't that prostitution?"

"Well, technically yes, but you can discuss with your sugar baby what you both are comfortable with and what benefits you would both get from the arrangement," Gojo explains. "You've said it yourself, traditional dating wasn't working out for you, and a lot of men our age do it."

"Yeah, it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, Kento," Toji says, putting a hand on the man's shoulder.

Nanami takes a sip of his whiskey, pondering the idea in his head, "Have any of you a sugar baby?"

"I've had a couple of them actually," Gojo smirks looking towards the bartender raising his glass, silently asking for another drink. "That's how Leila and I met." Nanami's eyes widened, he never thought about it. Leila was 7 years younger than Gojo, but now they were engaged after being together for 5 years.

"I've had two before the one I have now," Geto looks down at his drink. "It feels nice to have someone to be around and talk to keep you from feeling alone."

"Just make sure to discuss what you both want from the arrangement before jumping into it," Toji gives Nanami a serious look. "You don't wanna pursue something that you're not comfortable with."

Nanami told his friends he was going to look into it and they were proud of him for making an effort. When Nanami arrived home, he rushed to his office, unlocked his computer, then searched sugar daddy, clicking on the first website that popped up.

Are you a successful and generous man seeking companionship? Create a profile to meet the sugar baby of your dreams!

He clicks I'm a sugar daddy, then join free to start making his profile. Nanami typed in his name, age, his occupation—raised an eyebrow at body type and height, but added it anyway. Then added personal details about himself, before he got stuck on the 'what are you looking for' question.

"What am I looking for?" he quietly questions himself. He ponders that question, trying to figure out how to put it in words without scaring people away.

I'm looking for a genuine Sugar Baby that I can spoil, spend time with, and hopefully one day come home to.

He thought he sounded desperate and maybe to some he would, but he was. He was longing for someone to care about him, to love him, to want to be with him. He is discouraged with himself that none of his relationships have worked in the past and he needs to feel something.

Clicking the complete profile button, he had to verify that he was himself, then his page was now able to be seen by other people. He looks towards the clock and lets out a sigh, seeing it was 2 am. Nanami shuts down his computer, mentally deciding to shower in the morning, and gets into bed.

Nanami woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the nightstand. Groaning in annoyance, he reaches for his phone, opening one of his eyes to turn off his alarm. He lays down for a few seconds before rolling out of bed, making sure to grab his phone, then heading to his bathroom to shower. As the hot water is hitting his back, he opens up the site he was on last night and is stunned seeing how many messages he's received from different sugar babies.

After going through each message and taking a look at their profile, one particular woman caught his eye, and it was you.

Y/n: Hi, your bio is so sweet!

Y/n: I also see you're a professor, what do you teach?

Your message brought a smile to his face, but then he swiped through your pictures and read your bio listing some of the things you enjoyed doing and he was hooked.

Nanami: Hello, thank you. I teach English. What degree are you pursuing?

Nanami had finished his shower and was brushing his teeth when he received an email that you had responded to him.

Y/n: I'm pursuing psychology, but I want to be a lawyer. How do you enjoy being a professor?

Nanami: I enjoy it quite a lot. I've wanted to teach since I was in high school and teaching college students always intrigued me.

Nanami: What made you want to be a lawyer?

Y/n: I've always wanted to be able to help people and change their lives for the better. I also like debating against people, it brings me joy

Nanami: Honesty, I like it. You're going to be a great lawyer one day.

He didn't want to leave you hanging like that, making the conversation seem short, but he was doubting that you would want to keep talking to him. It was hard to not doubt himself when all his past relationships didn't seem to workout, but who's to say this one won't? At the least, he'll have someone to keep him company. He took a deep breath and pushed himself to type his next message.

Nanami: I am enjoying talking to you, and was wondering if you would like to keep getting to know each other?

His heart was racing with every second that passed. You were taking forever to respond—it took 1 minute for your message bubble to pop up that you were typing and another minute for your message to pop up.

Y/n: I would love that! If you're free tonight I would love to give you a call.

He let out a breath of relief when he read your message.

Nanami: Of course, here's my number I can't wait to hear from you.

Throughout the rest of the day, Nanami was on edge about being on call with you tonight. It's been a while since he's talked on the phone with a woman. What would he say— what would you say?

By the time you had called Nanami, his nerves had calmed down a lot, especially when you were leading the conversation, so he could just bounce off what you said. You two had talked for a couple of hours, really hitting it off. The next couple two weeks were the same, spending a couple of hours each night just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You guys even got comfortable enough to go into detail about why each of you was even on the website.

"I know you need help with school, but you're a beautiful young girl. Why aren't you dating?" He could hear you sigh.

"I want to be, trust me I do, It's just—," you fell back onto your bed, hands covering your face. "I've tried dating and for some reason, it just doesn't work out. Growing up I watched movies that showed girls finding true love and it just doesn't seem to be real."

Nanami was quiet for a second, he understood how you felt. He's talked to his students before about how movies and books portray love, high school, college, and even sex. It's all a romanticized version of how the world is, but who's to say you can't make it real?

"Hey, don't get all quiet on me," you laugh a little trying to lighten the mood. "So, why aren't dating?"

"Every time I've tried a relationship or going on dates, she just ends up breaking things off." Nanami was staring up at his ceiling. "A couple of them have said it's because I'm too nice. So I honestly don't know."

"Too nice? I would take too nice over nonchalant or uncaring any day," you let out a laugh. "I don't know Nanami, you seem too perfect for you to have ended up on a sugar daddy site."

"Well, maybe you're the reason why I was on there. Fate bringing us together," you could hear the dramatics in his voice, but there was some truth behind his facade. "...but, you're not gonna know unless you go to dinner with me Friday night."

It was quiet on the other end of the line, Nanami feeling he messed up his chances with another—

"I guess I’ll just have to take you up on that offer," you had some smugness in your voice even though your mic was just muted as you cheered about him asking you out. You know it wasn't formerly a date, but maybe what he said earlier what right.

"Great! I'll text you all the details tomorrow," Nanami felt ecstatic.

"Sounds good. Goodnight Kento," your voice was soft and sweet. It made his heart swell.

"Goodnight Y/n.”

The next day, Nanami called around to a few different restaurants to see if any of them were available tomorrow night. There was a new restaurant that had just opened up, and they had a few more openings and let Nanami make reservations for the both of you. He also called the flower shop down the street from his house for a pickup order of a custom bouquet for you.

Once everything was set, he sent you a message confirming that you were still up for your meeting tomorrow.

Kento <3: Reservations for dinner tomorrow at 8. I would like to pick you up, but if you're not comfortable with that, I will pay for your ride there.

Pretty Girl: Aw Kento :(, ofc I would want you to pick me up. I'll text you my address tomorrow.

Pretty Girl: Are we still gonna call tonight?

God, you're the cutest, he thought.

Kento <3: Of course, sweetheart. I'll call you around 7.

Even though you guys spent the last two weeks talking to each other, neither of you was worried about not having anything to speak about tomorrow. The conversation between you two just flowed, it felt natural and not forced. Nanami was trying to hold himself back from getting attached too quickly because that's another issue he had and he didn't want to scare you away.

He woke up Friday morning feeling more excited than nervous. He spent a few hours doing mundane things around the house, just to keep himself busy, but around 3 he was quick to try and freshen himself up. Shaving his face, and his below area, just because he likes it better hairless. Gelling his hair perfectly, then trying on every suit he owned until he found the perfect one.

He left his home around 6 to pick up the bouquet he had made for you, wanting extra time for changes if need be. The colors were pretty and went well together, each flower was the same size, and there wasn't a thorn in sight. He paid the ladies, thanking them as he left the shop, before texting you he was on his way.

He was getting more nervous as he got to your apartment building. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate picked up, and he started to feel like he was on fire. Arriving at your home, he texted you he was in front of the building then grabbed the bouquet, leaning on the passenger side door of his car, waiting for you to show up in anticipation.

It felt like time was going so slow as he waited for you, and when he saw you it was even slower. In his head, you were walking in slow motion towards him. You're black satin dress with a slit on the side, hugging your body just right, black heels and clutch to math, your hair was perfect, bright smile with glossy lips, you were breathtaking.

He snapped himself out of his trance bringing you into a hug, then smiling at you while handing you your flowers. The two shades of pink were so pretty, and the bouquet itself was so big you needed two hands to carry it.

"Kento, these are beautiful," you were in awe looking between him and the flowers.

"Not as beautiful as you," you held the bouquet in one arm as he took one of your hands to kiss the back of it. Your eyes were watering and you had to take a couple deep breaths to calm down. It was just, you never received this type of treatment before and you didn't know how to handle it.

"Come on, let's get to dinner," he opens the passenger door for you, holding your hand to help you get in and situated, then jogging to the other side and getting it. While driving to the restaurant, your eyes were looking between Nanami and the road, he looked so good all dressed up and you could see his muscles through his suit, it was turning you on a bit, you had to shut your legs and rub your thighs to ease the tension.

"You okay, sweetheart?" The nickname was not helping.

"Yeah— yes, just think you look handsome is all," you give him a sincere smile and he returns it.

"Thank you."

The rest of the car ride was filled with small conversations, keeping yourself distracted from pouncing on the man you'd only just met 15 minutes ago. He opens your door, helps you out, then guides you with a hand on your back to the inside of the restaurant. He gives the waiter his name and y'all are instantly taken to the roof of the restaurant in a secluded spot.

He pulls your chair out, then pushes you in once you're seated, and goes to his chair. Looking around, there are arches covered in vines, lights going from one arch to another all around, some potted flowers and bushes, palm trees, and umbrellas pushed in a corner for when they're needed.

"Kento, this is....wow," there wasn't a good enough word to describe how beautiful this sight was.

"Do you like it?" he questioned, even though he knew you did.

"Like it—I love it, it's one of the prettiest places I've ever seen or been to," you had the biggest smile on your face and Nanami couldn't help but smile back. "Thank you for bringing me here and for the flowers."

At this point, a few tears were sliding down your cheeks. Nanami had made you feel something you've never felt before, cared for. You two had only known each other a few weeks and he did all of this for you.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," he didn't mean to make you cry, he just wanted you to feel happy. He got out of his seat, pulling you into his arms as you let out a few sobs. "Please don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."

You pull out of the hug to tilt your head in confusion, "Upset me? This is the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me." You hug him again and then regain your composure and he goes back to his seat.

"I'm glad I could do this for you."

You go through the menu and pick out what you both want to eat, telling your waitress when she comes and introduces herself. Once you both have your drinks, you decide to discuss the terms of your arrangement. Agreeing on there being no expectations for sex, seeing each other at least once a week, and Nanami sending you $500 weekly, you guys were now official.

While you two had just started to eat, you noticed the sun was setting. You could barely eat your food, your attention on the perfect view you had of the sunset.

"I picked this time just so we could watch the sunset together," he grabs your hand giving it a small squeeze.

Nanami enjoyed spending the evening with you, he had paid the waiter for your food, and gave her a big tip, before following you out and getting you into the car. The ride to your place was a comfortable silence. Nanami's hand was placed on your thigh, his fingers running against your soft skin. His action was innocent, but that plus how sexy he looked was making you need to rub your thighs together again, to ease the pressure you felt on your clit.

Your lip was between your teeth and your eyes closed, trying to think about anything else besides Nanami and he glanced at you worryingly, "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Ugh, that nickname again. He wasn't helping ease the dirty thoughts going through your head, "Nothing, I'm okay."

He was in front of your apartment building, his full attention on you. You weren't making eye contact with him, so he used his thumb and index finger to make you look at him, "Don't lie to me, baby. Just tell me what it is and I'll fix it."

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, then back up to his eyes, "I need you."

Your thighs were squeezing together so tight, he patted one, getting you to stop, "Where do you need me?" He was rubbing your inner thigh, fingers so close to where you wanted him.

You moved his hand that was on your thigh to your clothed pussy. He rubbed slow circles over your clit, hearing you let out little gasps and moans from his touch, but Nanami was a classy man, he wasn't gonna fuck you in his car, not the first time at least.

"Let's go in your apartment, baby," he instructed, and you got out of the car quickly, waiting for him to lock his car, then followed you into the building and to the elevator. You were holding his hand tight, trying to contain yourself. Once in the elevator, you pulled him to kiss you, practically grinding against him. Both of you let out little moans and grunts, your tongues exploring each other's mouths.

When the elevator dinged, you both pulled away from each other, getting out of the elevator. You pulled out our keys from your purse but were stumbling trying to get the key in the keyhole, so Nanami helped you and as soon as you were in the apartment, you were pushed up against your door. He made sure to lock it before dropping your keys to the floor and grabbing a fistful of your ass. Kneading the flesh, as you moaned in his mouth, he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He placed you on the floor, pulling back from the kiss and turning you around so your back was facing him. Bringing his arms to wrap around your waist, he's kissing and sucking on your neck then leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your back as he pulls your dress straps down your arms. The dress falls to your feet, each heeled foot stepping out of the dress, as he still makes his way down your back to your ass. He uses both his hands to pull your ass cheeks apart and licks a stripe up your pussy, and you're already a moaning mess.

He realizes your heels are still on your feet, so before he's too pussy drunk to care, he tells you to get on the bed and you do as you are told, legs spread, and your wet little cunt on full display for him. He dives right in, sucking your little bud into his mouth, and his name is rolling off your tongue. The tip of his tongue is circling your clit before lapping and slurping at your juices.

"Mmm— Kento, feels so good," you whimper out as your hands are in Nanami's hair, and you're grinding your pussy against his face. He moans loving how you taste on his tongue, eyes looking at you through the valley of your breasts. Your thighs are shaking around his head, all he can hear is the wet sounds of him eating your pussy and you moaning his name.

"Fuck baby, you gonna cum on my tongue?" you nod your head, not being able to form words. Nanami flicks his tongue against your clit, then switches to circling it, before he sucks it into his mouth again and that sends you over the edge. You chant Nanami's name as your legs are squeezing around his head. His tongue is still lapping at your messy cunt and he's addicted to the taste of you.

"Pussy taste so good, baby," he kisses your clit a few times, then uses your ankles to pull you to the edge of the bed. His suit jacket and white button-up were off in seconds, your hands reaching to touch his muscular torso, eyes only concentrated on him.

"You're so sexy, Kento," he shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them, then leaning over your body, making out with you again. One of his hands on the side of your face, and the other in between your bodies, lining himself up with you. When he pushes into you at a slow pace, you both moan into each other's mouth at the feeling, your pussy sucking him in and his cock stretching you out. Your hands are clawing at his back, and your legs wrapping around his waist, to pull him deeper into you. When he's fully settled inside of you he can feel your pussy fluttering around his cock.

He pulls away from the kiss to place soft kisses along your jaw, cheeks, and then your ear, "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart." Your answer is quick and you repeat yes over and over until he's pulling out of you then sliding right back in. "How, hm? you want me to fuck you slow," he's thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, and you're squirming under him.

"Kento— no, faster!"

He hums, kissing up your jaw again, then sucking on your earlobe, "Oh, you want it fast?" He connects your lips again, messily kissing your swollen lips, before he's fucking into you faster, and you can't help but scratch at his back, leaving red marks.

"Daddy feels—mmph—too good,” your head is back against the bed leaving your neck exposed, and his lips are sucking, licking, and kissing, all over your neck. His hands move down to hold at your thighs pushing them to your stomach, as his mouth trails down to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it until it's standing straight up against his tongue. He sucks your other nipple while moving one of the hands that were on your thigh to thumb your clit. He's circling the engorged bub and feels you clenching around his cock.

"Mmm—fuck— you gonna cum, baby?" All you can reply is by saying his name and profanities over and over again like a mantra. Moving the hand that was still on your thigh up to your nipple, to flick and pinch it between his fingers, his mouth is on your other nipple, flicking his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. Your back was arching off the bed, pussy squeezing his cock so tight, a ring of your cum coating the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you.

Pulling him down to you, it was your turn to pepper him in kisses on his jaw and cheeks, then sucking on his ear lobe. "I know you wanna cum, Daddy," your breath was fanning his ear. His thrusts were getting sloppy, him just rutting into you, chasing his orgasm. "Cum for me," he rutted into you a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock, saying your name as his cum coated your stomach in his white sticky mess.

Nanami leaned over your body placing kisses all over your face, then kissing your lips. You looked up at him with a smile running your thumb across his cheekbone, “Do you wanna shower with me?” He circled his arms around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his arms, then walked you over to your bathroom. He sits you on your counter pulling your lips to his in a deep kiss.

“Lemme fuck you in the shower.”

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onyankapon x blackfemreader!

Genre: Sexy Hot Nasty Ass Smut

“Mmph!” Your eyes roll back as rough big hands held over your mouth, fingers sliding off the white clean sink and your thigh almost slipping off of it. Your foot that was on the floor and still in your pink marc jacob slides curl and grip on it. “Shut that shit up right now.” A slap was made to your ass cheek and you cry out through his spit covered fingers. Your back was arched and you open your eyes to look in the bathroom mirror.

Onyankapon stands there thrusting ruthlessly in your fat tight cunt, one hand covering your mouth as the other held your thigh that was on top of the sink in place, your short white nails gripping the sink and one hand falls to ony’s lower stomach, you moan and thankful his hand around your mouth was holding you back cause your face would have fallen on the mirror. “O-ony pleaseuuhhh” your voice is muffled and quiet, “what i say huh?” Gold one row grill sitting on his pretty white teeth as he spoke angrily in your ear. Hand now on your neck and his other hand smacking your thigh harshly.

Tears started to form and now he moved closer, chin on your shoulder and he thrusted up, circling his hips into you like he hated you. You almost thought he did until he moaned loudly when your pussy tightened up, signaling your upcoming orgasm. “Y-you always fuckin- shit. Always playin with me like you don’t give a fuck.” His hand on your neck tightened, your thighs shook and you made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“I don’t give a fuck, a-about your damn commitment issues. You hear me?” The hand that was on your neck smacks your cheek lightly to make sure you were listening, you gasp and whine “y-yes ony ohmygosh. please please, i-im so sorry hnnn.” You didn’t mean to ghost ony for a week, you just got so detached from your phone you forgot someone actually cared for you and wanted to speak to you all the time and make sure you were okay. You hear him grumbling on the side of you but you just couldn’t think.

First he kisses your shoulder, then your cheek and neck. He turns your head towards him so you guys can go in for a sloppy kiss, exchanging moans all while he deep in your tummy. “Pussy so good and y-you was finna leave me hm? Make me feel so fuckin good mama.”

You’re gonna fucking cum.

The way he looks at you with low eyes and the way he rasp his sentences.

“Ony” it was different…this orgasm was different. You felt like crying and it was so hard to breath. Your lips formed a pout and you felt your eyes burning with tears .. “nghhh shit w-wait pa ohmygoshhhh wait!”

“Now you want me to wait? Thought you was working for that nut? Cum on that shit, make my shit more wet baby.” Oh and you fucking did. Thighs shaking and you were whining so fucking loud. “P-pa hnnnn daddy fuuck pl-please i c-can’t stop-“ you were making such a big mess, squirting on the sink and it drips in the floor, hearing the plop plop plop. And your cunny was so fucking tight! “Uhn shit.” Ony gasp.

And the unnecessarily loud squelching. Ony was looking down at your pretty two toned pussy, speading your pussy lips from behind to capture your wetness and creaminess. He bites his lips and closes his eyes as his head leaned back “mhhm” he mumbles and started beating your shit up for a quick second. “Imma cum mama… cum in this nasty ass pussy, f-fuck baby.” His hips staggered and he moved his face towards your moaning neck. Kissing and groaning up in it ass his bust his load into you.

Both breathing heavy and high on sex.

“Do that shit again and it’s gonna be worse.”

toji was a women magnet. he knew it, and every single women that tried getting into his pants knew as well. but none of them really caught his eye, made his cock so painfully hard that it hurt at first glance. nobody but her. “precious, precious cargo” he whispered to himself taking a whiff of the women pussy that was covered by light pink, cherry patterned underwear. it was the first time since his wife died that he craved to be face deep in pussy, but in some odd - sick way, he knew yours would be nothing like he has had before.

“t-tojjj” the first grade teacher bucked her hips needing something to ease the pulsation that only grew. the guilt of doing something so sinister in her classroom while her kids were away at lunch was no longer there - along with the guilt of doing it with one of her students father.

toji licked her slit through the thin fabric a small bit of her juices falling into his mouth making him moan into the heat. he kissed her through the see through panties mumbling incoherent things to himself. “nasty girl, mmm my nasty girl” he loved how her nails were ranking through his hair, how her hips were hunching his face like a dog in heat, desperately trying to come with stray tears falling from her beautiful eyes.

toji watched the scene intensely feeling the movements of his cock in the sweatpants. it felt like no time before the school bell rung and the teacher came all in her underwear, a silent moan never falling from her lips that if you could hear it, it would’ve been loud. watching as the fabric of her underwear quickly dampened, toji’s cum sprayed all in his underwear, with a subtle “fuck”.

when the two had finally calmed down and got themselves together the room door busted open with loud kids who all had something to tell her — but the loudest one was the little girl who screamed daddy and ran to her father.