archerjyn

[archerjyn]

ghost who’s cock is so big he sits in bed with you for hours, just rocking his hips happily back and forth as you watch your movie on the laptop just so you can learn to get used to the size of it.

‘s’just practice-‘ is always his excuse, and you can’t blame him. it does infact feel good when he just crumbles atop you and practically kills you with his big body, cock gently sheathing in and out of your cunt.

it’s easier to get used to, afterall.

[archerjyn]

ghost is def the kind of man to start fucking you against a wall when he gets home from deployment and decide to move it to the bedroom but does. not. pull. out. hands under your thighs to help keep shallowly thrusting into you before laying you back on the bed and brusing your insides with his dick

the first day he's home he's not going ANYWHERE that doesn't include his cock, fingers and/or tongue being inside you. he will not let you have peace. "if you're hungry, sweetheart, order some food, because I'm not done with you and I know you hate cleaning cum off the counter"

[archerjyn]

simon is the kind of man to sit somewhere behind you while you do your makeup, silently watching. starts out scrolling through his phone but abandons it halfway through to focus on you instead

doesn't mind if you have more of a soft personality. he may come across cold and unfeeling to most, but when it comes to wiping away your tears at the end of a rough day he does it with the gentlest of touches

needs to put your necklaces on for you. borderline pouts when you come out of the bedroom with one already clasped around your neck

leaving a doodle of a skull on a random piece of paper in your kitchen and simon coming home with it added into his tattoo sleeve not even a week later

loves a good breakfast. he's a perpetual early riser so on his days at home he'll slip down to the kitchen and hover over the oven, making eggs, sausage, fried tomatoes...brings you a plate in bed if you're feeling extra sleepy

"thank you, sweetheart." "you're welcome, lazy arse."

will absolutely wear a 'kiss the cook' apron if you buy him one (expects you to take the words as seriously as he does)

goes into full dad relaxation stance after a day of working around the house. you'll find him spread out in a chair on the porch, fingers lazily wrapped around a tumbler of whiskey with his head lazily tilted back

simon who pauses in front of the butcher's shop in town every time you two pass by, examining the cuts of meat hanging in the window. doesn't always comment on what he sees, but every now and then will drop a "blade needs to be replaced" before continuing on without another word

likes to read. loves a good thriller novel, especially coupled with your legs in his lap while you both sit on the couch, your hands busy sewing up the fraying spots in his mask

goes nuts when he comes home to find you milling about the apartment in leggings and his shirt branded with the name 'riley' across the back

throws you over his shoulder and stomps to the bedroom, responding to your squirming and giggling with a light smack to your ass. "s'about time i made the name permanent. what d'you think about that, lovie?"

a/n: hello!!!!! i apologize for my sudden absence, i truly did not mean to be away for so long. i was in ireland for a couple weeks and then hit a creative slump to say the least when i returned home, but i have missed writing so much and i am so happy to be back! MWAH i hope you all enjoyed please let me know what you think xxx

[archerjyn]

roommate simon who breaks his wanking hand on a mission and gets all frustrated, wandering around your shared flat with a permanent scowl and an unmistakable tent in his pants. It’s obvious what’s going on, so you offer to give him a handjob just so he’ll stop being bitchy.

of course, there’s no way he’d be satisfied with just one.

after weeks of fucking into your soft palm whenever he gets hard, watching his cum coat your fingers, his cast finally comes off. As soon as he gets back from his appointment to get it removed, he settles you between his legs on the couch, his now-healed hand making its way beneath your underwear as he murmurs in your ear, promising you two orgasms for every one you gave him.

he’s just showing his thanks, he promises! Things can go right back to normal after this.

like hell they will.

[archerjyn]

your new neighbor has taken a liking to you

simon “ghost” riley x fem!reader

tags/warnings: mdni, infidelity (ghost’s marriage sucks), size kink, breeding , unprotected sex, degradation/dumbification, squirting, corruption kink if you squint

Simon is in a loveless marriage.

It’s sad—he knows that. Ever since he got back from deployment, things with his wife weren’t the same. She would stay at work late, come home smelling of someone else’s cologne, trying to hide her swollen lips.

Military service took a toll on him. The torture, the abuse, the loss of life—sometimes it was too much for him to bear. His wife didn’t understand, and he certainly couldn’t talk to her about it. She was too busy being fucked by other men to speak to him anyway. So, he kept his trauma close to his chest.

Then he met you.

You moved in next to him while he was away. When he left for service, the house was empty—vines withering up the creaky wood, yard overgrown and barren. As soon as he drove into his front yard, he knew that changed.

The house was fixed up, vines trimmed. A new coat of paint covered the old wood and made it look new. A hammock hung between two large trees in the yard. And one other thing was different.

Flowers. They were everywhere in your yard. Rose bushes, lavender, tulips, sunflowers—the yard was a rainbow of color. Simon could smell them from his front yard when he went outside to smoke or to get away from the confines of his house.

It wasn’t until he was smoking one afternoon that he saw you. Fresh-faced and young, gloved hands trimming back your rose bushes. It took him a while to say hi, but he did eventually. You were everything his wife wasn’t—kind, bubbly, thoughtful…innocent.

He found himself in your front yard more than he was at home, offering to help you trim your flowers or plant new ones. He was always filling the heavy watering can and watering for you—“I got all this muscle, sweetheart, let me use it for somethin’.”

Simon wasn’t sure when he began spilling his trauma, but one day, he sat on your couch with a glass of lemonade telling you about the war. The torture, the loss of his military brethren—everything. He told you about his past and his present, about his failing marriage; and most importantly, that he trusted you.

The first intimate actions were small. A brush of a hand, a squeeze of a thigh. Lips brushed against an ear. Small actions that made your tummy clench and his face grow hot. Eventually, it led to something more. Soft kisses on tender lips, hands running over scarred skin and muscle, strong arms wrapped around you.

And tonight, you kissed him with a hunger he couldn’t ignore anymore. Your tongue swiped so slowly along his that his knees buckled and his heart slammed against his chest. His fingers gripped your ass so tightly, you thought it would bruise, but it sent heat to your core all the same.

That’s how you find yourself now—on your back in your bed, sheets sprawled around you and Simon eating you like a man starved. His tongue flicks so deliciously against your clit that it makes your toes curl and your grip tighten in his hair.

“Simon,” you whine, hips bucking as he sucks hard on the sensitive nerves. His response is a grunt, his middle and ring finger gathering your juices and teasing your tight entrance.

Your breath stills when he pushes his two thick fingers inside of your pussy, back arching and hips drawing back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Simon mutters against your clit, tugging your hips down with his other hand and curling his fingers inside of your wanting cunt.

All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch your squelching pussy, juices dripping down to your ass. His tongue rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting a fucking picture, and you can’t help but moan out at the pleasure. His fingers hit that spongy spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure.

“S-Simon, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice breaking off in a moan as he speeds up.

And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his hands running up to your waist. Your eyes flutter open—when did they shut?—and you look up at him staring down at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Such a nasty fucking girl,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck. “Squirting for me like that. Gonna do that on my cock, too, sweetheart?”

All you can do is moan in response, and Simon chuckles before pulling back and tugging down his boxers. Your eyes widen as you take in his fat cock—thick and veiny and leaking precum. He holds eye contact with you as he moves to hover over you, rubbing his tip along your soaked folds.

You squirm and whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

Simon grins, positioning his tip against your throbbing hole. “Gonna make it fit.”

Your lips part as he slowly slides his fat cock inside you, stretching you out in such a painfully delicious way that you almost forget to breathe. You can feel every vein in his cock, and Simon lets out a guttural groan when he sheathes himself fully inside you.

“Relax, doll. Squeezing me so fuckin’ tight and I haven’t even moved.” His voice is strained, and he lets out a breath as you try to relax.

His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly as he begins to move. Slow at first—painfully slow. You hold eye contact with him as he slowly ruts his hips against yours, his lips parted as breathy groans slip past. When you start to whimper and moan, he speeds up, his pace becoming almost animalistic in nature.

The tip of his fat cock hits a spot that makes you see stars, and you let out a soft cry as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It feels so good, and you drag your nails down his chest because you don’t know what else to do.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip tight on your throat. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out?”

You can’t even answer him, responding with whines and moans, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure. Simon smirks, fucking you faster, and you cry out.

“Didn’t think I’d fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Can’t help it can you? Cock makin’ you stupid?”

You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand moves to your clit to rub in precise circles. Your eyes glaze over and you’re gone—submitting completely to him as he fucks you with his fat cock.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake. Simon grunts and groans as you come on his cock, throbbing so tightly around him that you almost force him out. He simply fucks you harder, pressing against your cervix as your juices gush out of your cunt and you whine out, hips jolting.

Simon moves his fingers from your clit to your face, wiping your tears away and leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is hot and surprisingly sweet, and when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Good fuckin’ girl. My girl. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good, baby,” he whispers against your lips, his arm hooking through your leg to open you up wider. His hips slap against yours, his breathy moans hitting your skin softly.

“Please, Simon,” you breathe out, voice catching as he fucks into you. “Need it. Please.”

That’s all it takes for Simon to crumble, moaning out curses and your name as his cock throbs inside of you. He gives one, two, three more thrusts before he buries his fat cock inside you, tip against your cervix, and you can feel his hot seed pumping inside of you.

He thrusts lazily for a moment before sliding out of you, pulling you to his chest. Your lips meet in a sweet, lazy kiss, and you feel his cum dripping out of you. Simon’s fingers trace down your back, and he looks at you so delicately, he’s afraid you might break. His hand moves to cup your face, thumb brushing right underneath your eyes. Then he utters four words that make your heart stop.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

—————————————

see this one shot’s counterpart here

[archerjyn]

#15 — life updates!

masterlist • previous • next

fun facts

suga is a menace but he means well trust me

at least yall have your #1 supporter

notes

basically you updated koushi on what happend on chapter #13 nd #14

hello! anyone still following this story im genuinely curious,,,,! if anyone wants to be removed (bcs i have no clear schedule on posting pls say so <3 )

also hehe dropped a bomb on who your ex's friends are....

🎀 : @iwaizoomiess @babiemay @navymacaroons @savantsoulfinder @mirakeul @alienvarmint @myasaaaam @sunas-chuupets @ajayke-reads @rntrsuna @koutsukki @somniari-94 @a-little-pebbl @yoasobiis @k0dzuk3nn @lavender-mint-tea @ri-days @i-want-some-dam-fries @temariskadi @passionateuchiha @newsieunion @fxckingshame @bloombb @notdrunkbutdazed @rinslutz @awkwardaardvarkforever @kozu-chan @doggonudezz @namyari @anejuuuuoy @themuzelistener @highhjime @bakugouswh0r3 @bah1e @sugaslilsugabby @akaashis-wife @iwaizumis-bitch @bokubooo @vent9s @harmonics0537 @johnnysactualgf @confusion-lord @kalezome @missymysa @rin-priv @revrse @winunk @qinfeii @sleepypengwin @dira333 @anngelllla

[archerjyn]

Royalty, stepcest AU. 👑

: rape/non-con, stepcest, age difference (reader's age is unspecified while könig is aged mid-fifties.) MDNI 18+

PHOTO CREDIT: @ave661

Princess!Stepdaughter!Reader x King!Stepdad!König.

King!Stepdad!König believes that he has complete and full ownership over his beloved daughter. He doesn't let other men get too close, I mean, he doesn't even allow you to stand outside during daylight. All day, you're locked inside your bedroom, protected by knights and your own overprotective father who's intentions are far from pure.

At first, you don't notice his stomach-churning behaviour, how his gaze turns sexual from friendly in a matter of seconds when you're wearing something even slightly revealing. He's the King, and although you're his Princess, you hold no power in comparison to him. When you're awoken in the middle of the night to König slamming into your cunt repetitively, the agonising and splitting stretch between your thighs, you're ordered to lay there and take it while he comforts you and wipes away your tears. The mixture of his caring, fatherly behaviour combined with his cruel, brutal rapey actions leave you dumbfounded, dizzy, and choking on your words and cries.

King!Stepdad!König who spoils you rotten. He'll buy you whatever you wish, but in return, he demands your throat. Some Knights even defend König and are complicit in his rape. They'll hold you down against the ground on your knees while König ruthlessly grinds down your throat until a bulge forms in your neck, while you're gagging and gurgling on his dick. You mistake that tight sensation in your stomach as disgust, when in reality, it's your body betraying your mind and reacting to König's acts.

All you can really do is look up at the guards for pity while König orders them out of the bedroom, to have complete privacy with his stepdaughter, to ruthlessly brutalise and mutilate your tight, sloppy cunt until your cheeks are raw and tear-stained. :(

Don't worry, he has no plans to arrange a marriage anyways. You'll serve König as a form of amusement and pleasure, won't you, Prinzessin?

[archerjyn]

This, but with Stepdad!Simon Riley and his stepdaughter... (🌽 link)

;Being humped by your stepdad.

PHOTO CREDIT: AVE661

TW/CW: SMUT, STEPCEST, DUB-CON AGE DIFFERENCE/GAP (20s - 40s) — DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. MDNI 18+

At the end of the day, can you really blame your stepfather for his perversity? You prance around the house in tiny skirts and revealing dresses, wearing nothing but your panties and thongs beneath the fabric. Of course, Simon is eager to see more, to admire and touch that soft and wet pussy. To Simon, it feels as if what you're doing is purposeful, like you're riling him up. Perhaps you need to be taught a proper lesson on how to behave, yeah?

You're easy to coerce and convince. It doesn't take very long before Simon has you choking on your words and unable to defend and protect yourself, despite being taught by the best about your safety. You slowly and nervously lift your skirt up for him, ashamed of what you're going to do, or let Simon do. You're disgusted at the realisation and intrusive, horrifying thoughts rushing through your filthy mind, scarring you as Simon begins to slide himself into your folds, easing into the tightness of your cunt while pushing you against his big lap. He's secretive about it. He's learnt how to hide his gross touch beneath the dining table during dinners with your mother, questioning you about college to hear the shakiness in your voice, the way you barely manage to get the words out coherently. Only when she leaves to water the plants outside or finishes off the dishes does Simon have privacy with his beloved girl.

You're special to Simon, you give him energy and remind him of his younger days, when he was in his twenties, just like you. Although, he wasn't studying and working hard like his stepdaughter. Instead, he was out on the field, a shotgun in hand and his eyes locked on the enemy, staining his hands with another man's blood. Simon will bounce you up and down on his lap for a quickie while groaning out loudly and deeply beside your ear until you have shivers running down your spine.

Simon digs his teeth into your bare neck to leave scars and hickeys over your skin, grinding his broad hips back and forth while rubbing your clit rapidly, overstimulating you until you're biting your knuckle anxiously through horror and mortification. You have to act normal, keep your voice down as Simon rolls and rubs his swollen, puffy tip against your slick clit, until you're hyperventilating and attempting to close your legs through guilt. You breathe out shakily and grip his muscular thighs firmly, shutting your eyes tightly as you think about how you're betraying your mother's trust.

This isn't the first time Simon has taken advantage of you. It's a common occurrence, especially since you began college. All Simon craves is a young little thing like yourself to keep him young and fresh, to toy with you and take your submissiveness for granted, for his own benefit.

[archerjyn]

cw dubcon / noncon voyeurism

Ghost keeps fucking you in the safe houses at night. He swears none of the other men can hear you guys despite all uncomfortably packed into one small room, they all sleep like the dead. Just let him fuck you a little, he swears he can't sleep without it. Peeling your sleep pants off to pull you onto his lap, making you ride him reverse cowgirl.

Spearing you on his cock and you're clapping a hand over your mouth from how full you feel in this position, hips jerking when you feel Ghost grab your ass in the dark. He's thrusting his hips up and into you, all you can do is lean back against him and take it. Trying to keep your mouth quiet but you can't control the lewd schlicking noise that accompanies every thrust.

You're getting fucked too good, too deep to notice Gaz stroking his cock slow and thorough under his blanket, to see Soap’s eyes glinting in the moonlight staring you down as he ruts into his makeshift bed, to catch Price as he's cupping his balls and rolling his hips to thrust into his other hand.

[archerjyn]

Jean: You played me like a fiddle!

Armin: No, fiddles are actually quite difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are

[archerjyn]

[archerjyn]

I’m at the beach rn so I wanted to do a quick drabble with fem!reader x König at the beach. Light suggestive themes.

First of all, König does NOT like the beach. There’s too many people, it’s too loud, it’s hot, not to mention all the stares he gets for being tall, hot, and littered with tattoos and scars. Oh, he also wears one of those black surgical face masks to the beach.

König would never go to the beach on his own accord. You’d have to ask nicely beg him to go to the beach with you. He only agrees because he can’t have you prancing around in your cute little bikini with no big strong man to protect you from all the wandering eyes at the beach

König would pack so much water for you two. He can’t have you getting dehydrated! He would carry a whole cooler full of water bottles. You’d shove some snacks in there too, to feed your grumpy man and thank him for going to the beach with you

König has to be almost dragged to get in the water. He was never much of a water person; all his training is on land. He can’t watch for enemies if he’s playing mermaid with you, come on Schatz! He would absolutely NOT play mermaid, I’m sorry :( come on Schatz, grown men don’t play mermaid

After a while, König would get fed up with the water and go back to your spot. He would watch you the whole time though, making sure you’re not drowning or no one is getting too close. His eyes wouldn’t wander to any other woman but you

After an hour or so, König would demand you get out of the water for a water break. He’d make you drink a whole bottle before going back out to swim.

Oh also sunscreen. König gets really bashful when you have to apply sunscreen to him, but he has no trouble applying it on you. Hell, he has half a mind to paw at your breasts while he’s rubbing the sunscreen into those soft curves. You always bat your lashes innocently at him, and he grumbles and tries not to get a hard on. He also reapplies sunscreen to you every hour. You won’t get sunburn on his watch!

Going to the beach isn’t the most relaxing with König, though you know you’ll be well hydrated and cared for ❤️ and it’s all worth it to König when he gets to take you out to dinner afterwards in your cute post-beach makeup and sundress

[archerjyn]

me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

[archerjyn]

I Can't Die a Virgin - Jean x Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this after three blinkers and I have written fan fiction since I was 13, so I'm sorry if this is ass.

Contains: Virginity loss (M + F), Oral (F + kinda M), implied feelings, Exhibitionism, Cunnilingus, Mutual Masturbation (M + F), Creampie but like not really, Size kink (+ belly bulge), humiliation??, Breeding kink but like really chill, Porn with little to no plot, technically fuck or die??, Fucking in a forest, Tip-sucking ;p, Finger-sucking, Big dick!Jean, Cock drunk!Reader, Pussy drunk!Jean, Jean lovessssss eating pussy, Kinda bully!Jean, Jean lovesssss mocking you, , implied that Jean has done everything but P in V/penetration, Both you and Jean are dominant and submissive in your own ways, Jean’s a head pusher for 1/16 of a second, Jean fucks himself with your panties for like a minute :3

(WC: 4.2k) DAMNNNNNN

Minor and ageless blogs DNI, I'm so serious.

Tomorrow was the day you and what’s left of your comrades would execute the final part of Eren’s plan and storm Marley. In your eyes, it was a death mission. You couldn’t see yourself making it out alive this time. Your fate was sealed. Tonight, you sit on the cool grass roughly half a mile from your base, chin resting on your knees allowing yourself a final night of peace.

You’ve been out here for a few hours, skin numb from the heavy winds when someone calls your name from behind you.

“What are you doing out here?” Jean.

If you were ever given the chance to love in this lifetime, you imagine you would love Jean. He’s the only person you could ever see yourself being intimate with. Whether it was your first kiss or virginity, you could only envision Jean.

You stopped feeling guilty for thinking of him when you touched yourself in the shower a long time ago. It’s not like he’d know you grip your cunt around your fingers imagining they were his.

“Is everything okay?” he asks following your silence.

“Just thinking.”

You see him sit beside you and stretch his legs from the corner of your eyes. “About what?”

If it were any other night, you would've stayed silent but tonight, you lost the energy to care. To you, your final days start the moment the sun rises.

“All the things I never got the chance to do,” you reply.

Jean was surprised to hear your response. He became used to your silence whenever he attempted to pick your brain. He didn’t show it. He wanted to see how much more you would let him know about after years of prying. For once, he decided to keep his mouth shut having you say whatever you wanted him to know on your own time.

“I never had my first kiss,” you admit after a minute of silence, turning your head to face Jean.

“Really?! You’re lying.” He doesn’t believe you. How could he have had his first kiss and not you? It didn’t make sense.

You give him a small, fake smile. “Never got the opportunity.”

The way he was looking at you made your legs ache. It’s a mix of disbelief and something more… passionate. His eyes slowly dilated the longer the silence between you continued. His mind was racing. If you never got the “opportunity” for your first kiss, does that mean you never got the opportunity for anything else? Has no one touched you? Have you ever touched yourself?

“And I-...” you start, trying to find a way to express how feel without making him uncomfortable. You give up, giving him an apology while turning your head away from him to face the other direction.

“I can’t die a virgin.”

Jean’s breath hitches. His questions were answered.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter.

“No! No,” he replies, his eyes still locked to your head. “I, I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to face him seeing that his iris’ have become completely black, consumed by the thought of your face on his pillow, fucking yourself on his cock and begging for him to do whatever he wants to you.

“Jean?”

“Mhm.” His eyes were still on yours making you unable to control the question that comes out of your mouth.

“If things were different, would you have fucked me?”

You didn’t feel embarrassed. You couldn’t seem to care.

Jean’s cock stiffened. He couldn’t do anything but nod. His eyes move to your thighs for a flash of a second. You were wearing a floral nightgown you bought at a Marlyian market long ago. He doesn’t believe what you’re wearing even qualifies as a “nightgown”. If he adjusted his position next to you by an inch, he’d be able to see your clothed cunt beneath the end of the fabric on full display. He would do it in a heartbeat if his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be visible to you if he moved.

He didn’t know you noticed his quick peak at your clamped thighs. You lift your head off of your knees, turning your body to face him and resting your thighs on the grass giving you a perfect angle to see his bulge. Unlike Jean, your gaze lingers between his legs, making sure he knows how badly you crave him.

You don’t know what came over you as your right hand drags its way to your aching pussy. grazing your clit with your middle finger. His gaze snaps to your hand, adjusting his posture to see past the ruffles of your “nightgown”, and slightly spreads his legs. You move your hand from your clothed clit to the side of Jean’s face, thumb brushing his cheekbone for a moment.

“Can I kiss–?” His lips latch onto yours, stealing the question from your mouth.

The kiss is desperate yet so gentle. Jean stops himself from bucking his hips in the air, his cock begging to be touched. He’s doing everything he can to not ruin your first kiss. You move your hand back to your clothed cunt, going back to the feather-like touches you gave your clit, mewling into his mouth.

You slowly release your mouth from his to lock eyes between his legs. “Touch yourself, Jean,” you command.

He doesn’t hesitate to do so, palming his throbbing cock through his thin, black lounge pants. You watch his bulge the size of your fist slowly grow. He moves his hand to give you a perfect view. It grew slightly in length whenever he lightly tugged his shaft with his fingers. You noticed how with every half an inch of growth, the width increased. You apply pressure to your clit, imagining how it would feel to fully take him.

Jean releases his now fully hard cock from the confines of his clothes, his hand immediately reaching for his tip. “Touch yourself,” he commands with a smirk, imitating you.

“I am.”

He fully sits up. His hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, his other hand reached for the top of your panties leaning in towards you, pointer finger and thumb pinching the seam. He uses his two fingers to pull the front of your panties down your hips, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth as a signal for you to arch your hips so he can free your pussy from its prison.

“There she is,” He whispers.

His cock twitches in his hand at the sight of your glistening cunt. He strokes himself slowly, dragging your panties completely down your legs, wraps it around his base, and continues to move his hand up and down his length. Your fingers touch your now bare clit tilting your head back with a strangled whine.

Jean bucks his hips into your panties. “No. I want you to fit as many fingers as you can in that pussy. Can you do that for me?”

You respond by brushing your hole with two of your fingers, making sure Jean can see you slowly push them inside of you. He mutters profanities, reaching his unoccupied hand to replace the one you had to your clit. You moan and rest back on your left elbow.

“Let me see you stretch yourself for my cock, baby.” Jean knows he’s fucking you tonight. He’s making sure of it.

He moves to sit directly next to you, removing his right hand and your panties from his throbbing cock and to your head, resting you on his shoulder. You close your eyes and halt your fingers knuckle deep inside you whining into his neck.

“Do I make you feel good?” he asks.

You nod into his shoulder.

He smirks, swiftly moving his body to hover above you, placing soft kisses down your body. His fingers arrive at your clit. Jean looks at you with his fully dilated eyes and lightly licks your clit. You arch your back, angling your pussy to his mouth.

He grabs your hips, laughing at you. His thumbs push your hips down, moving his hand down to grip your ass before engulfing your clit in his mouth. Your mouth widens in pleasure. His tongue escapes from his mouth, lapping your leaking juices back up to his mouth. You could feel that this wasn’t his first time eating pussy, and you couldn’t help but internally thank the girl he learned this from.

You cover your mouth to stifle your moans. A hand grabs your forearm. You look down to see Jean staring up at you, his eyes begging to hear your moans but refusing to get up from your cunt to use his words.

You remove your hand from your mouth and let your moans escape you. Jean’s hand returns underneath you to grip your ass, digging the tips of his fingers into the fat. Purposefully leaving bruises. Your fingers reach down to tug at his grown-out hair causing him to rut his hips into the ground. Pants barely protecting his shaft from contacting the grass beneath him.

You run your fingers through his tangled hair, getting good enough of a grip to remove his lips from yours with a pop. His mouth was shimmering in the moonlight from a mix of your juices and his saliva– beard completely drenched. His eyelids were heavy, staring into you as he mindlessly placed his lips back on your puffy cunt. You yank his head back up by his hair making him groan.

Your hands let go of the grip on his hair to hold his chin. “We can’t do this here,” you whisper to him.

He whines, slowly grinding his aching hips into the grass below him. “But we’re alone out here.”

“It’s not how I imagined it all going down,” you chuckle, moving your fingers softly down his neck.

“Please, baby. Please,” he begs, his hands reaching around your torso and under your nightgown to massage your tits. “I need you here. Now.”

“Then take me,” you moan, grinding on his chin. “Now.”

Jean’s eyes roll back and he groans. His hands grip your tits hard before moving his hands to your hips giving them the same grip. His lips latch back to your pussy, his tongue probing your entrance. You wrap your legs around his head in response. He slowly sits up on his knees lifting your hips in the process, muscles bulging through his tight, long-sleeved shirt– lips and tongue not parting from you.

His left-hand moves to the small of your back to lift and balance the lower half of your body on its own. His right grazes along your body wrapping his arm around your left thigh with a squeeze. His tongue moves from your hole back to your clit engulfing it with an open mouth kiss.

“Jean–,” Your whine is interrupted with a gasp as you feel his pointer and middle finger slowly enter you. Your walls clench around his fingers with a low moan.

You arch your back leaving your head to be the only part of your body left on the ground. His tongue slips from your clit as you grind it against his nose. He laughs at your desperation and lifts his head to return to his work on your sensitive bud.

You can feel yourself open more and more for him the deeper he enters. It stings, but you still feel the same ache in your ovaries from when Jean was devouring you. His fingers are thicker than yours, looking slender in contrast with the length. You can’t feel how dry and calloused they are. The texture was completely overpowered by your wetness. Yet, you’re so tight around them.

“You’re gripping my fingers, baby.” he babbles, kitten-licking your clit and slowly penetrating you. “I can barely move em’.”

You relax at his touch, feeling him move in and out of you with ease as he slowly lowers your chest back to the ground. He’s being so gentle now. Taking his time with you. 

“You didn’t have to stop,” he says, licking a painfully slow stripe just above his fingers up to your hood.

“I’m sorry.”

He gives your clit a peck, “Don’t apologize.” He kisses his way up your abdomen, his arm softly wrapping his lips around your tit and sucking on it.

“Jean, please!” You whine, grinding against his hand.

He removes his swollen lips from your hardened nipple, mocking your whine as he kisses up your neck landing on your lips. His tongue makes its way into your mouth forcing you to taste the remnants of yourself. You feel his fingers increase their pace, his ring finger attempting to make its way inside of you. You loosen your legs from his lower half and spread them allowing him deeper access. However, your pussy refuses to unclench from the anticipation of the third digit.

Jean pulls his lips away from you, softly kissing down your neck to get you to relax. You do and he forces his finger inside of you with a groan. His fingers move at a moderate pace. He twists them with each deep thrust making you tear up and close your eyes from the painful stretching of your walls.

He doesn’t stop his fingers from twisting, he simply says he needs you to be able to “take all of him”. He doesn’t actually know if this will help you. He just likes the way your body writhes beneath him.

Your hands find their home in Jean’s hair tugging at the strands on his nape, the back of his head, brushing his hair behind his ear so you could place a sloppy kiss on his cheek on occasion. You feel your body moving back and forth.

You open your eyes and move your head to look in between you and Jean’s bodies. You see Jean humping his wrist. His tip peeks through the band of his pants. Cock begging for attention. You feel like you’re stretched enough for his cock to at least enter with little resistance. You move your right hand down his clothed back and abs landing at his hip. You slowly release his twitching, rouge-colored cock and run your fingers down his happy trail.

His body twitches and lays slightly on top of you. Left hand reaching for your tit.

“Holy fuck,” He moans.

You attempt to wrap your hand around the base of his shaft struggling to reach far enough.

“Please, Jean,” You beg.

“I don’t know if you’re ready yet.”

You run the tips of your fingers up his cock barely landing on his tip to spread his precum. His fingers fully halt inside of you. His breath stutters in your ear. His grip on your tit softens. His body freezes above you for what feels like a minute.

Jean lifts himself off of you and removes his fingers from inside of you completely. His hands remove his pants and reach behind his head to do the same with his shirt. His toned body was lit by the moon behind him. His face leans back down to your pussy, giving a soft peck to your hole before spitting on it.

Your moan is muffled by Jean’s sticky fingers. He shoves his digits deep into your mouth. You hesitantly wrap your lips around them as much as you can, running your tongue in between them to lap up every drop of you. Just like he did.

He smiled down at you as you struggled to wrap your lips fully around his fingers. The sounds coming from your mouth were sinful and it wasn’t even your fault. Your loud slurping was comical to him.

He moves his knees around your midsection. His fingers leave your mouth with a trail of your saliva dripping down your chin to stroke his cock above you. He arches his body above your head, his cock coming straight toward your face.

“Spit on it, baby,” he demands, petting your head with his unoccupied hand.

You stare at his cock unable to comprehend what he told you. You didn’t hear him call your name. Twice. You didn’t hear him laugh at you. You did see his tip come closer to your mouth, brushing against your parted lips.

You immediately widen your mouth with a groan like it was a reflex. Your lips wrap around his tip licking and sucking the rest of his precum. Jean’s hand on your head pushes you a bit further down his length. Just enough to get the first few inches wet with your saliva.

“I want you to spit on it, okay?” He asks you softly this time. His hand slowly pulling you off of his dick by your hair.

Your response is muffled around him causing him to moan with a chuckle, stopping himself from fully pulling you off of him. He stares into your eyes smiling as you suck on his tip.

“Yeah?” He mocks you. He repeats himself, and you nod with him still in your mouth. He leans his head back laughing at you. You feel embarrassed. He looks back down at you for a few seconds as you keep slowly sucking him, and tilts his head. “You sweet girl.”

He removes you from his tip with a pop. You poorly spit on his shaft. Your saliva dripped off of his tip. He laughs at you again, softly wiping the spit off your chin and mixing it with what you left on him. He strokes his cock and leans down to meet your lips in a gentle kiss. He backs up to your legs and spreads them so he can fit in between.

“Are you ready?” He asks you, his face meeting yours.

“Yes,” You reply, leaning up to kiss him.

He hums and deepens the kiss, aligning himself at your entrance. He uses his hand to help push himself inside of you. You pull away from his lips and hiss, wrapping your arms around Jean’s neck. You could feel your hymen being pierced by the width of his cock. Feeling your cunt slowly wrap around him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He coos, groaning. “I’m sorry.”

“It hurts,” You whine.

“I know.” He kisses your temple and pushes himself in further. You yelp. Your nails pierce his back.

The pain you feel makes it seem like his whole length is nuzzled inside you, but you know at least half an inch is all he’s attempted to do. He shushes you, softly kissing your head telling you he heard from some of the guys that it hurts for girls at first. He watches your pussy as it tries to suck him in.

“I trust you,” You breathe out.

You feel his tip twitch and he pushes himself deeper. Too deep. His whole head is inside of you, taking your flower. You can do nothing else but scream. Jean whips his head from your pussy to your face, moving his hand from his shaft to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asks, panicking. “I’m so sorry. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Your face is wet with your saliva from his cock. You feel humiliated. You just wanted the hard part of this experience to be over so you could be filled by his cock and his cum. But it hurt. You wanted to tell Jean it wasn’t his fault, but it kind of was. He was just too big.

“I’m okay, Jean,” You reply kissing his nose, tasting yourself on it. God. You feel dirty. But that’s how you want to feel. You want him to give you your last night of peace. You wanted him to bottom out for the first time, deep within you. You wanted to tell him to fuck you so hard your legs go numb, to do whatever he wants to you, to feel his cum drip down your legs and be soaked up by your suit tomorrow. The only thing you could say through your pain was, “Fill me.”

Jean groans just barely pulling himself out of you to thrust another half an inch within your gummy walls. He looks at you to see any indication of you wanting him to stop. He sees your eyes rolling back as tears form at your waterline. Jean leans in to kiss your undereye, pulling himself out even more, and thrusts an inch of himself inside of you with a breathy moan.

You can barely let out a whine. Your throat feels restricted by an unknown force. You feel your womb ache and it feels unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Jean moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck to bury you in his.

“I’m going to speed up,” He warns you. He pulls in and out of you at a slightly quicker pace. He holds himself back from pounding himself into your hips at you clenching around him. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby. I can feel you sucking me in.”

You whimper into his neck, being overcome by a painful pleasure. You’re crying into his neck, but he’s almost completely inside you. He can feel you holding back your pain. He pulls you out of his neck and sees the tears streaming down your face. You stopped him before he could say anything.

“Fuck me however you want. I want you to–.”

Jean slams himself completely inside of you with a moan, “Oh, fuck. Oh… fuck.” He bottoms out inside you.

He pulls two inches out of you. A moan drags out of your mouth, head leaning back to rest against the grass, and your back arches. He slowly thrusts himself fully inside you again, groaning.

“Jean.”

He pulls half of his length out of you, thrusting halfway, pulling out more of himself, and thrusts himself fully inside of you. He speeds up his pace being fueled by your squeals beneath him. He’s fucking you now.

You can only feel pleasure as Jean fucks you. Unable to control your moans. You can feel him twitching inside of you.

“Are you close?” You ask him, hoping he will say no and tell you about his high libido.

“Y-yes. Fuck!”

You push his chest off of you making him still.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“No, no,” You assure him. “I-I don’t want you to cum yet. I want to try something.”

He nods and apologizes. You reassure him and tell him to pull out of you so you can get on all fours and arch your back to him. His eyes widen at the sight. He grabs his cock, lining it back to your entrance, and slowly inches himself back inside of you. Fuck. Your hole stretched around him feeling that pain all over again. You bite your forearm to prevent you from screaming as he bottoms out again.

He grabs your hips, pulls out all the way, and thrusts into you, his balls slapping your clit making your chest fall further to the ground. He plunges himself into you at a rapid pace. The sound of skin smacking echoed through your dark surroundings. He leans down, pushing your hips down with him, ramming into you. You cry out in pleasure, whining beneath him. He uses one hand to push the arch of your back further into the ground and uses his other hand to do the same with your head. Your arms fall to the ground under you giving him deeper access inside of you, pushing himself against a spot that makes you wail.

“Yeah, you like that,” Jean moans your name. “You like my cock filling you up like this?”

You can’t seem to form words. He wraps the hand pushing your head down around your chin and turns you to face him. 

“Answer me.” He demands.

“Yes, sir.”

Jean practically growls. He flips you over, cock still nuzzled deep within your walls. He grabs both of your ankles, rests them on his shoulders, and ruts into you. You’re dizzy. Your vision blurs at the force of which he’s fucking you. You feel pressure in your lower abdomen like something’s pressing down on it.

“Look at that,” You hear Jean huff. Your vision focuses on the face in front of you, seeing his eyes latched to your stomach. There was a long, wide bulge appearing and disappearing inside of your body. “Do you know what that is, sweet girl?” You could barely shake your head no. “It’s me.” He laughs.

You look at your stomach again seeing the bulge appear with his thrusts and you realize just how small you are in comparison to Jean. His height, his build, his strength, his length. It all overpowered you. A hand grabs your chin and pushes your face up. “Look at me when I cum in you, baby.”

You got lost in his eyes as he fucked you stupid. Your head falls back, still staring into his eyes. He laughs, again. Saying something you couldn’t hear. You were distracted by his taunting smile and your oncoming orgasm. Your hips begin to shake but Jean holds you down with his hands, bringing his lips to yours.

[archerjyn]

[archerjyn]

men who aren’t afraid to have make out sessions with your cunt. their tongues rolling and swirling and lapping at every puffy fold and slick crevice. their noses nudging at the hood of your clit, inhaling the addictive sweetness of your arousal. their arms curling around your thighs, forcing your legs to stay nice and open as you hump their tongue through an orgasm, body trembling from the shocks of pleasure. they’d rather die than pull away, growing annoyed as you beg them to give you a break. why should they stop? they have a perfectly good meal in front of them thats plate still needs to be licked clean.

[archerjyn]

imagine college!jean being completely and utterly obsessed with you, but you have no idea. you just think he’s your closest guy friend other than connie. sasha mentions it to you during lunch one day making you laugh and brush it off. turns out, at a party that same night, jean was flirting with you the entire night and making sure no one was dancing up on you. you decide to test him and pull him to you, grinding on him and pulling him close to your body. this goes straight to his cock and you notice within seconds of touching and grinding that he was needy for you. you whisper in his ear asking him to take you someplace to help his not so little problem. let’s just say for how confident you were, by the end of the night you were the one obsessing over him, begging him to fuck you until dawn.