#‘⠀come in my bed‚ come back to heaven ( desires )

[hamadacare-xoxo]

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[hamadacare]

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Got asked for a part 2 of this fic, so here it is!

Warnings: Light fingering,P in v, pregnancy sex.

He couldn't keep his hand's off of you, how could he not? You were so beautiful.

Slinking up behind you, Lucifer let his teeth graze the nape of your neck as he let his fingers graze the small baby bump. "You should be in bed, sleeping."

Letting out a small scoff, you then wrinkled nose leaning back into his embrace. "This sucks, I'm horny."

Giving Lucifer a playful glare, your lips forming into a small pout.

Lucifer chuckled softly at your pout, finding it both adorable and arousing. His nose pressing into your neck inhaling your scent. You smelt so good, so sweet as he let his fingers glide up and your side as he placed another kiss to your neck. "I will be happy to take care of your desire's."

Twirling you, so that you were now facing him.Lucifer captured your lips in a heated and passionate kiss, his nails digging in your hips drawing you in close as his tongue danced with yours. His free hand slipping under your dress, feeling the warmth and wetness between your thighs.Lucifer let out a groan against your lips, his desire for you intensifying.

His fingers teasing your entrance, sliding in and out with a torturous slowness. He pulled away from the kiss, his voice strained. "Tell me, my Queen, what do you want me to do to you? How can I satisfy your cravings?" He then nibbled on your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to hear you beg for it, my beloved. I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come undone."

A weak laugh escaped your lips as you rode his fingers. "You know what I want Lucifer, I want you to fuck me."

Lucifer felt a shudder rush down his spine, the sound's you were making were down right sinful.

You were perfect.

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Wetting his lips, he couldn't help but smile at your words, his own desire surge at your explicit request. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the air. "my little sun, your wish is my command," he whispered keeping you close. You could feel his arousal pressing into your inner thigh.

Then when a swift motion, he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the shared room. Gently laying you down on the bed, his fingers pushing up the soft fabric of the dress you wore. His eyes devouring your naked form, you were so beautiful.

He couldn't look away.

Swallowing thickly, he quickly shed his clothes, his cock already throbbing with need. He then positioned myself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "So beautiful, my love," he growled, his voice laced with hunger, then with one smooth thrust, Lucifer buried himself deep inside of you, filling you completely.

The sensation was electric, the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your moans of pleasure filling the room. He set a relentless pace, pounding into you with a primal intensity. The sound of the bed creaking beneath us. His wing's covering you both as his nose nuzzled your neck until he captured your lips in for a passionate kiss as he continued to thrust into you, your body moving in perfect harmony.

His hands roaming your curves, over your swollen breasts. His fingers gliding over one of your nipples as a soft cry escaped your lips. "You feel wonderful my Queen." He growled out, his voice mixed with pleasure and possessiveness.

Quickening his pace, the sounds of your lovemaking becoming more urgent. He could feel your walls tightening around his shaft, your orgasm approaching. "Cum for me my beloved, I want to feel everything."

As your climax washed over you, Lucifer let go himself as the pleasure consumed him. This was his heaven, his paradise, you were his everything.

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he continued to thrust riding out your orgasm. Your moans filling the room. Finally, spent and breathless, Lucifer collapsed beside you as he pulled you into his arms. "You are mine, thank you forgiving me a second chance

Sighing, you nuzzled into his chest feeling his fingers glide down your back. "Thank you for choosing me."

[admirxation]

彡 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 - 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. Leon doesn’t want the reader to hoover, when he says sit he means sit. (wc: 545)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x Leon S. Kennedy. 18+ smut mdni, porn without plot (straight up porn no warm up or anything), oral, face sitting, 69, and cum -> you’ve been warned; continue at your own discretion.

Clothes were already flung over the carpet in every direction in the living room, all crumpled up as you both focused on the carnal desire that had been flickering between you two all day. You were on the bed, your eyes rolled up to heaven as you felt his strong hands leave indents in the plush of your thighs; gripping onto them and holding you close as you felt him give long wet stripes along your already soaking slit, coaxing out those sweet little whimpers that made his hard cock twitch with pre-cum already glistening out the tip.

“Come on baby,” you felt the low vibration of his voice against your pussy, “stop with the hovering, when I said sit, I mean sit,” you listened to his muffled speech.

“Leon, don’t be ridiculous, you don’t want me to, just—Ahhh!” a loud orgasmic moan errupted from the clear stream of words as you felt his large calloused hands slap you onto his face, biting your lip as you felt his nose push further into your soaking cunt as he ate you out like it was his last meal, feeling like he could eat up to your soul and bring you to him even closer as his fingertips continued to dig deeper in the softness of your skin.

“Oh my god,” you mewled, watching as his knees bent up with his bucked hips as he continued to slobber all over your aching cunt, feeling his nose bump further in.

As your moans continued as a stream of consciousness you slide your body down, making sure you remained seated—obliging Leon’s wish—and let your fingers trail up and down his shaft, watching as his toes curled and his legs twitched at the sudden but accepted, feeling of your hands starting to wrap around his cock. Starting to tease as you bent further and gave soft little licks on the tip of his cock, hearing those muffled groans before he sinks his tongue in further, circulating it in calculated circles that drive you crazy.

You started to hollow out your cheeks and slowly began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling your needy hole twitch and cling around his stiff tongue as he grunted and groaned into your slick. Your hands slowly trickled around his balls making him shudder as he worked on your needy hole; your hand continued to fondle his balls as the softs of your wet kisses and mutual squelching filled the dimly lit room.

You were the one to release first, arching your back up and hovering over and hearing him pant as your juices were dribbling all over his stubbled chin, hearing him groan out with clarity—you could tell he was getting close now.

“Keep, keep going baby, fuck, you’re so good at that.” He grunted out as you gagged on his large cock, feeling his chest rise up and down beneath you as you went faster and faster until he approached his orgasm. Your mouth full of his thick white ropes and swallowing it dutifully as the excess dribbles down the corners of your now glossed lips.

“Got another round in you, baby,” you teased.

“You bet I do,” he answered as he pushed his face back into your spent hole.

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a/n: I know I know this is a short drabble but I just wanted it short and sweet like girl sometimes I don’t wanna write thousands of words to describe a short and sweet 69 haha. Anyways hope you enjoy some Leon content

[olivianott]

WHITE CURTAINS

ꕤ Theo Nott x fem!reader

ꕤ part two to WHITE DRESS

ꕤ warnings: enemies to lovers, pure smut, unprotected sex, explicit content not for minors, 18+ please don’t kill me, I don’t speak italian

It’s 3am again. Sometime around lunch you decided that you were not going to meet Theodore tonight. But here you are, in another very thin, almost sheer floor-length dress, slowly steping down the stairs to the pool.

He is already there, thankfully, sitting on one of the big, four poster beach beds with cushions and curtains and everything.

After spending the whole day thinking about last night, replaying every touch and kiss that happened, it still feels like a dream, not real, like it wasn’t even you. But you can’t deny the desire you felt for him. And the pull you feel now. Not allowing yourself to feel pathetic about lusting after a boy that was constantly mean to you the whole time you have known him, you tell yourself that you were made to be worshipped, and yesterday Theodore looked like he was ready to do that.

His back is facing the entrance when you reach the pool area, but he turns when he hears your footsteps in the quiet of the night. You see the relief in his features. He was worried you weren’t coming. Good. His gaze then drops to your dress, all the way to the ground and his face hardens for a second. His smirk starting to match yours, he gives a little laugh: “Of course.”

“What? You think I’ll just do whatever you say? Think again. You have been nothing but asshole to me since the day we met.” You respond, with a little glare, slowly walking closer to him.

“Now now amore, you obviously don’t remember the first time we met, do you?” He grabs your chin with his fingers and makes you look into his eyes. “I wanted to talk to you, brought you a drink, and you ignored me, looking all around me searching for someone else as if I wasn’t even there. Remember? Matheo’s birthday party?”

Shit. Mattheo’s party. Of course you didn’t remember it until now. You were still in an angry heartbroken stage, pining after your ex, drunk off your ass.

Theo sees the realization dawn on your face.

“My ego was hurt. I was mesmerized by you from the first moment I saw you and you ignored me so hard, you didn’t even say one word to me. When I saw that being mean got your attention, I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry, it was childish of me, I admit.”

You see a little bit of embarrassment in his eyes. Wow. So you were the asshole first.

“I was not in the right mindset at that party.” You bite your lip, and turn your eyes down instinctively, feeling a little ashamed too.

With a hand under you chin, he pulls your face up, his eyes fall to your lips, all the embarrassment gone in an instant. His thumb swipes your lip out from between your teeth. He is bold again. “You’re trying to kill me, princessa? Like last night? Salazar, the view of your body, that wet dress sticking to you. I thought I died and gone to heaven.” While he is talking, his hands travel from your face, down your neck and sides until they settle on your hips, playing with the delicate fabric of your dress.

“I hope you know I keep my promises, diavolina.” With that he fists the material and you feel it strain against your skin.

You shiver at his words, the feeling of his hands, and the promise of ruining the dress. That’s why you wore it. To spite him. To show him you are in control. But are you? With the look in his eyes suggesting he imagines you without the offending fabric, you wish you weren’t wearing it.

The air around you grows thick and heavy, it feels charged somehow.

“I have thought about kissing you since I first laid eyes on you at that party,” Theo says while his hand comes up and rests on the back of your neck, fingers tangling in you hair. “but kissing you yesterday? Better than anything I could have imagined.” You feel the hint of possessiveness in his touch on your neck and in the next second he crashes his lips against yours. He is not gentle, his tongue exploring your mouth, your whole body is on fire from his touch.

His hands travel down and settle on your hips again, fingers walking the delicate material of the longest dress you own up, higher and higher on your legs, until the length is gathered up in his fists against your hips. He does that so slowly, while still kissing you deeply and you feel like you’re gonna combust. Finally, you feel his long fingers against the skin of your thighs and you feel lightheaded.

“This ok, princessa?”

With the fog in your mind you can only nod your head at him.

“No that’s not good enough, amore, tell me that you want this with me.” Fingers on your hips tighten to the point of bruising your skin and he grabs you and sits you up on the mattress of the beach bed. He stands between your legs, the curtains flowing in the wind around you and you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t kiss you again.

“Yes, Theo, please!” His face is so close to yours and you feel delirious from the intense look in his eyes.

“Good girl.” He takes off his t-shirt, while you open his belt and fumble with a button on his trousers. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, princessa?”

Theo whispers and you love hate his smirk so much. “Asshole.” You can’t help but dig your nails in his chest. It makes him hiss and you smile at him sweetly.

Theo’s hands inch closer and closer to where you don’t have any panties on. The way his face looks under the realization makes you burn again. He looks positively feral.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” With that he scoots you further back onto the soft bed while getting on as well, hovering over your body under the night sky, curtains all around you. Your dress rolls back down over your legs and that is the last straw for him.

With a hard tug of his hands, the delicate material loses against his strength and the dress is ripped almost all the way up only hanging on its collar around your neck.

“Finally.” He breaths while already kissing the exposed skin of your thighs. Grabing your knee and pushing it up, he opens your legs before his ravenous gaze and teases you with kisses all around the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

With his eyes holding yours, he sinks his face into your core like a hungry man that he is. His tongue is working you so deliciously, murmuring and groaning and moaning into you like a man obsessed. Your body already tightening up.

“I could kiss you and drink from you for all eternity, amore, but now I’m too hungry for you.”

Coming up to hover over your almost naked body, he starts his kisses under your breasts, slowly inching higher and higher. Finally sucking on one pebbled nipple, your moans fill your ears, pressure building between your legs. When he pushes up to his knees looking over you like he can’t get his fill, you can’t help but stare at him with open mouth, too. He’s carved like an ancient statue, except for his beautiful cock that looks… heavy… is the only word that comes to mind.

“You can close your mouth now, amore.” He throws your words from last night back at you.

Suddenly his hand comes under your back and he pulls you up to straddle him, his cock aligned with your core already and you can’t help but moan loudly from the sensation.

“When you are looking at me from above like this, it’s my favorite view in the whole world, princessa.” Impatiently you push yourself onto his cock and you can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. But the sound he makes when you take him all the way in will forever be burned into your mind.

You hold on to his strong shoulders as you move on top of him, enjoying the sensations of him filling your pussy, his eyes burning patterns on your chest, face, his strong hand gripping your hip.

“Lord, the sounds you make. I’m not going to be able to forget those anytime soon.” His voice is raspy in your ear.

While you are lost in the clouds of bliss, he grabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back, changing the angle and causing you to arch your back, pushing your tits into his mouth.

As if floating on clouds, you feel the breeze pick up and see the thin curtains flying all around you, exposing you to the outside world, but you can’t focus on anything else, just the pleasure filling your soul.

The feeling of his cock so perfectly filling you, your wrists held behind your back with his hand, the floating curtains caressing your sensitive skin, his gaze worshipping you from below, your world shatters and you fall into your orgasm, trusting him to catch you and hold you through it.

He hugs you close when he feels your pussy clench and your body shivers subside, burying his face into your neck. You feel his short breaths, quiet growls and whimpers as he loses himself in you too.

You stay tightly entwined for a few moments, then he looks up at you and says:

“You are divine when you cum on top of me like that, principessa. I hope this is not the last time you give me the honors of seeing that look on your face, because I might be addicted already.”

I struggled a little bit with this one, but I still loved writing it. As always, thank you for reading, hope you liked it. 🖤

@wxnterwidow333 hope you are not crying now and thank you to everyone for the encouragement on the first part of the story. 🖤

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[natsaffection]

Save Heaven. | Wandanat

Natasha x Fem!Reader x Wanda

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Threesome, begging, Oral, Strap on (r receiving) vibrator use, multiple Orgasm, overstimulation, nipple play, aftercare

Word Count: 2,1k

A/N: I DELETED THE REQUEST, IM SO SORRY ANON😭 It was requested, that Wandanat is fucking reader rough and then aftercare, so here it is. 🫶🏼

Natasha’s piercing green eyes gleamed intensely as she surveyed your submissive form, taking in the softness of your skin, the curves of your hips, and the way your long black hair fell over your back.

“You look absolutely delicious,” Natasha whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “Ready for us?” You trembled with anticipation, your body already tingling with excitement. “Yes,” you breathed.

“Please, I’m ready.” And you were. You had been longing for this moment all day, your body vibrating with electricity at the thought of being taken by your two lovers.

Without another word, Natasha and Wanda pounced on you, their lips meeting yours in a rough, passionate kiss. Hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples and stroking your thighs. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each touch, your clit throbbing with desire.

They pushed you back onto the bed. “Remember your Colors, Detka.” Natasha and Wanda exchanged a knowing glance before Natasha reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a strap-on dildo.

The thick, veined dildo glistened in the dim light as she held it in her hand, her fingers suggestively tracing its length.

“Please,” you begged, your body tense with longing. “I..I want to feel you inside me.” Wanda grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs and exposing your wet, swollen pussy. Natasha grinned wickedly, spreading your labia and letting the tip of the dildo glide up and down your slick folds.

You bucked your hips, desperate for more. “Look at her, Wanda,” Natasha said, her eyes fixed on your exposed pussy. “Her little cunt is so wet for us. Look how desperate she is,” Wanda growled, her dark brown eyes filled with wild hunger. Natasha felt herself getting more aroused with each telling glance she exchanged with Wanda.

You moaned softly, your head moving side to side as both women continued to tease your sensitive flesh. Without warning, she thrust the dildo deep into your greedy pussy, making you scream with pleasure. Wanda buried her face in your neck, nibbling on your delicate skin and whispering dirty words in your ear.

Natasha began thrusting the dildo into your pussy, faster and harder than ever before. Natasha moaned, enjoying the feel of your tight pussy gripping the dildo. She thrust into you with long, hard strokes, her hips slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Wanda watched with hungry eyes, her own body tense with desire as she saw Natasha taking you roughly. She let her hands glide over her own breasts, teasing her hardened nipples and pinching them between her fingers.

The feel of your tight pussy squeezing her cock made Natasha’s head swim with lust, and when Wanda’s mouth found one of your breasts, Natasha knew they would all come soon.

“God, you two are so hot together,” Natasha groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting deeper into you. Wanda moaned in agreement, her hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit.

You screamed with pleasure as Wanda touched you, your body arching against Wanda’s hand. But Natasha held you firmly, her fingers digging into your hips as she continued to thrust into you. Wanda’s lips moved from your breast to your neck, nibbling and biting at the soft flesh as she brought you closer to the edge.

“Please!” you begged, your voice hoarse with lust. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come..!“ Natasha grinned, her thrusts becoming harder and faster as she denied you the release you so desperately craved.

“Not yet, my love,” she growled. “You’ll come for both of us when we’re ready.” You whimpered, knowing you shouldn’t push Natasha further. You arched your back, trying to bring your breasts closer to Wanda’s mouth, desperate for the release that would come soon.

Her wet tongue flicked over your erect nipples, making you moan with anticipation. Natasha wanted to push you further, so she reached out and slapped Wanda’s ass with her free hand. “Lick her clit..” she demanded.

Wanda eagerly released your breasts and crawled between your legs. Your dominant lovers grinned at each other as they watched Wanda’s tongue swirl around your clit, pushing you beyond your limits.

“Holy s-shit,” you moaned, arching your back off the bed as Wanda’s tongue danced over your sensitive flesh. With every stroke of Wanda’s tongue, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you fell over that precipice.

Natasha could see your body trembling with lust as Wanda’s tongue explored your sensitive clit, and she felt a surge of lust flow through her own veins. Her thrusts into your pussy became more erratic, her breath shallower as she felt herself nearing the edge.

Wanda’s fingers worked in sync with Natasha’s thrusts, her tongue still swirling around your clit, driving you wild with lust. The tension in the room was palpable as the three women hovered on the brink of orgasm, their bodies taut with desire.

“Come for us,” Natasha growled, thrusting her cock into your greedy pussy. Your body shook as you responded, your moans of pleasure filling the air as you came hard and fast.

Natasha felt herself tipping over the edge, her own orgasm just within reach. With one final, powerful thrust, she let go, feeling the intense pulse of pleasure as she flooded your tight pussy with her warmth.

Wanda moaned, caught up in the wave of pleasure that washed over the room, and let go as well, adding her own release to Natasha’s.

Natasha reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, her eyes gentle with affection. “Color, Y/n?” she asked softly. You looked at her and didn’t need long, “Green…”

Without words, Natasha bent down to the small drawstring bag on the nightstand. Inside was a selection of sex toys. Another dildo, a vibrator, handcuffs, a whip, and a pair of nipple clamps. Without hesitation, she took the vibrator Dildo and handed it to Wanda with a wicked grin.

Wanda’s eyes gleamed with lust as she took the Dildo from Natasha, her dark brown eyes filling with hunger as she watched you squirm beneath her.

She moved behind you, positioning herself behind your back, and let the Toy glide up and down your smooth folds. You gasped at the sensation, your breath hitching as Wanda teased you. You spread your legs wider, urging Wanda to penetrate you.

You moaned with pleasure, gripping the sheets as Wanda began to pump the vibrator in and out of you. Natasha watched, her emerald eyes following the movement of the toy in and out of your wet pussy, feeling more aroused than she ever had.

Your eyes widened as Natasha moved between your legs and pressed another vibrator against your clit. The sensation was intense, and you cried out in pleasure as Natasha turned it on. „Fuck! W-Wait..!“

The vibrations sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt yourself losing control. Natasha grinned mischievously as she watched you writhe beneath her, your body trembling with lust. You were so damn full, the stretching sensation almost too much to bear, and the vibrations directly on your clit were overwhelming, but you craved it, needed it.

Natasha watched your face, her piercing green eyes clouded with desire. She loved seeing you like this, completely lost in lust. She moved the vibrator faster against your clit, watching your body tremble with each pulse of the toy.

“FUCK, s-stop..” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. Wanda reached over and grabbed one of your nipples, twisting and pulling it as she watched your face contort with pleasure. “Unless you say your safe word, we won’t stop, Detka.”

Natasha grinned at her and continued to rub the vibrator against your clit, pushing you closer to orgasm. Wanda, still behind you, began thrusting harder and faster.

Your body trembled as you neared your climax. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, your fingers clutching the sheets as you tried to hold onto something solid. Natasha watched you with a hunger in her eyes that made you feel like the only thing that mattered in the world, “I-I can’t! It’s too muuuch-”

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said in a deep, soothing voice. “You can do it. Just let go and give in.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through your body. Natasha’s hand still worked on your clit. You felt a fire building inside you, a fire that threatened to consume your entire being.

“You’re so close,” Wanda whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “Just let go..” Your body trembled as you fought to hold back your orgasm. You could feel the tension inside you building, threatening to break free and send you over the edge.

With a moan of pure lust, you let go, screaming as your orgasm overtook you. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body, leaving you weak and trembling, and Natasha and Wanda held you tight as if they were keeping you afloat.

Natasha and Wanda, both with satisfied yet tender expressions, exchanged a glance, silently communicating their next steps. They both understood the importance of aftercare, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state.

Wanda was the first to move, her magic shimmering faintly as she summoned a soft, warm blanket. She gently draped it over you, ensuring you were comfortable and secure. Her fingers brushed lightly against your skin, sending reassuring warmth through your body.

"Hey, sweetheart," Wanda whispered softly, her voice soothing. "How are you feeling?" Your eyes were half-lidded, your breathing still uneven. You managed a small, dreamy smile. "Fuzzy... good..."

Natasha approached from the other side, carrying a glass of water. She sat on the edge of the bed and helped you sit up slightly, supporting you with a strong yet gentle arm. "Here, drink this," Natasha instructed, her tone gentle but firm. "You need to stay hydrated, okay?"

As you sipped the water, Natasha's free hand caressed your back in slow, calming circles. The combined care from both women made you feel safe and cherished, the intensity of earlier moments giving way to a deep, comforting intimacy.

Wanda settled on the other side of you, her fingers now running through your hair in rhythmic strokes. "You did so good," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. "We're so proud of you."

You felt a surge of warmth at Wanda's words, the praise making your heart flutter even in your hazy state. Natasha leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were amazing," she echoed, her voice a low, comforting purr.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and care. Natasha and Wanda continued their gentle ministrations, ensuring you felt completely relaxed and reassured. Every touch, every whisper was filled with love and appreciation, reinforcing the deep bond you all shared.

As you began to drift off, lulled by the tender care, Natasha and Wanda exchanged another look, this time filled with mutual understanding and love. They knew the importance of these moments, the delicate balance between their roles and the unwavering support they provided each other.

"Sleep now," Wanda whispered, her voice the last thing you heard as you finally succumbed to the comforting embrace of sleep. "We've got you."

With you safely asleep between them, Natasha and Wanda shared a gentle kiss over your resting form. They settled in, ready to keep watch and ensure you had the rest and care you deserved, their hearts united in a shared promise of love and protection.

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: female reader, nsfw, m!sub to m!dom, con to dub-con/non-con, slight degradation, hinted baby trapping My Ko - fi <3

When you and Gerald started hooking up, you didn't think much of it. Sure, it was fun to play around with your high - school enemy turned academic rival now that both of you were in the same old prestigious college. And you would be lying if you said that it didn't stroke your ego to have the man who used to underestimate you all your childhood pussy drunk and wrapped around your little finger. But nowadays he was just acting off - even for his nerdy oddball self.

Before he used to feel so nervous around you, cheeks growing hot at your light - hearted touch. Your rival used to let you lead - with your body, with your eyes keeping him down, groaning underneath you as you rode him to overstimulation. He always broke beautifully, crying out your name as your heat milked him dry over and over again. He was quite cute like that, moaning obscenely, happy to let you use him as a stress toy.

But slowly things started to change. As university work kept piling up and the once friendly environment turned hostile and competitive, your fuck buddy caved to the pressure. His clear green eyes muddied, turning gray - and his fist would wrap around your hair unprompted, pulling instead of caressing. His kisses got desperate, aggressive - he wasn't trying to please you, but devour you completely. Even his tongue, once so sweet and wanton, turned sharp and degrading.

"Like that, little slut?" Gerald would hiss in your ear while taking you from behind - only stopping to slap your ass when you didn't nod quickly enough. "Just like I thought." He would smirk, and it reminded you of that stupid self satisfied grin he used to do in the past when he managed to beat you at something. "I should have known you were only good for one thing." He'd keep going, egging himself on as he thrust into you roughly.

You, for one, didn't care. In a way you even liked the change in him - it was new and exciting to let him take control and ruin you for once. You just needed to take off some steam - you could play both the master and the slave, the dominant and the submissive; as long as he made you cum your brains out, you were content enough.

The thing was, this change was too sudden to be organic or born out of desire. The shift in his behavior had been too frantic, too emotional - and the trigger seemed to be you once again. You two had just started a new course together - perhaps the most important one in your career so far. You were tasked with a big project and you were making a lot of progress - so much so that your professor had tried to find you a start-up sponsor, something most students weren't granted unless they were close to graduating. Gerald didn't like that - although he didn't make it known at first.

The next time you met him, he insisted you go to his place. It was your first time stepping foot inside his den - which was, frankly, equally exciting and nerve - wrecking.

He greeted at you at the door - said his roommate won't be coming back today, so you have the whole flat to yourselves. Your rival had even cooked dinner for you along with your favourite dessert. The whole romantic atmosphere made you feel uncomfortable - you had never seen Gerald as anything more than some quick weekend fun, but your well mannered nature prevailed and you didn't say anything.

Eventually he got you laying on his small creeking bed, naked and tipsy off cheap wine. You were giggling when your lips met - his tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, although he didn't really smoke. There was something weird in the air tonight, but you were too drunk and horny to figure out what exactly.

Gerald started fucking into you with slow precision, making sure to hit your sweet spot - licking the tears off your cheeks as you cried out in pleasure.

"You feel like Heaven." He whispered, burying his head in your neck, his nose tickling your sensitive skin. "And you smell so good. So perfect for me." The man kept blabbering. His words began to sober you up - there were nothing like his initial boyish whimpers or the degrading praise he'd shower you in nowadays. This felt... genuine. Rehearsed. Somehow it made your skin crawl.

"You're too fucking pretty for your own good." He murmured to himself, bottoming out just to push himself all the way inside you - making you whine pathetically. You couldn't even think properly when he was making you feel so much. "Is that how you got that sponsorship, baby?" The man cooed at you, cupping your cheek - voice dropping dangerously. "Did you spread your legs for Mr. Smith like a nasty little whore? Hm? Is your dignity so cheap you're willing to do anything to climb the ladder now?"

He was rubbing his tip along your slit, teasing you in just the right way - but even the electric joints of pleasure weren't enough to numb the pain his words had caused you.

"What do you mean? I've never done anything like that!" You stated defensively, pushing at his chest - but he didn't bulge. "We've known each other since forever. You should know better to than to throw such baseless accusation. I'm capable - I'd never sink so low t–

He didn't wait for you to finish, driving into you with mad ferocity, eyes almost black now.

"I know. I know!" Your rival screamed as if possessed by a madman - then gripped your shoulders tightly, shaking you to your core. "But I don't need you to be capable. I don't need you to be smart or strong or ambitious." His nails were digging into your flesh, but you didn't dare complain. "I just need you to be mine."

You opened your mouth, ready to confront him - to ask him what the fuck was going on, whether this was even real, or just a cruel joke on his part. But you couldn't because in the next moment you felt his warm seed filling you up so deep it dripped down your thighs. You closed your eyes, terrified. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be coming inside you when he knew fully well that you weren't on the pill. Fuck.

"All mine."

[kaivenom]

Hi, I really love your writing about one piece dilfs, it's just so good, since it's Halloween can we get one with fem reader who dresses up as succubus and tries seducing them?

One Piece Dilfs with a reader who dresses up as a Succubus for Halloween and tries to seduce them

Characters: Mihawk, Doflamingo, Crocodile, Smoker,Shanks.

A/N: I hope everyone had a good Halloween, here is the other part of the Halloween themed requests.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

You dressed up and surprised him on the bedroom.

Before that day you said that since halloween is today and the castle is already always scary, that you could do something more.

He just nodded and let you try.

So when you appeared on the door with that outfit and with a little sexy dance to some old goth song.

He felt excited, really excited... gothic things make him go hard but seeing you in that outfit with that sparkle that you know he will love, he just got crazy.

But he also wanted to see how much will you do.

He wont bend to you so easily.

A little dance, a couple of smirks and go to bed to sit on his lap.

"What is your plan now?" he said, almost smiling to your attempts.

"I was trying to seduce you. I succeded?" he suddently fliped you around, now him being on top.

"Of course, like always, now its my turn."

Donquixote Doflamingo

I am 90% sure that you both had planned it, like coordinating or something. The only braincell you both had, connected somehow, if its not mentally then its verbally.

So, when you showed up with the costume and him with his horns and red tail, you both were turned on instantly by the other.

But you wanted to make him wait, cause you know that the more time it passes, the more that he will desire you.

So you did, until he saw you getting really close to one person and he went nuts.

He just got so jelaous that the appeared and kicked the person out (with a literal kick) and grabbed you to the throne room.

He left you on the floor and go sitting on his precious throne.

"I am the king of hell and you are a succubus, dont forget who is your king and owner then. Now do your job with the one who will apreciate it and who can punish you if you get difficult."

You smiled, knowing that you get what you wanted and started to approach him.

Sr. Crocodile

He swore it has to be the first time he choked with a cigarrette.

Your figure, the costume, how it suits you like that and how you entered his office only with a robe just to unpack yourself like the gift you are.

He sat there on his office chair, wishing that no one entered to see you dropping the rope and see you sat on his lap.

He made a sign for you to wait a second and he took the office phone to call the secretary.

"I dont want anybody to enter the office or disturb me, i have important manners." even if he didnt say it out loud, the secretary know what he meant.

You finally sat and took his cigarrette out of his mouth, thing you know it gets him really turned on.

"Why do i get this amazing view?"

"Cause it halloween."

"And you thought this would scare me?" he asked with sarcasm and a laugh.

"I want you to come to the dark side, with me."

"That sounds perfect."

Smoker

He chocked, he saw heaven, came back and died again.

When you suggested dressing as angel and devil, he tought it was childish, like a teenagers idea.

So he dressed as an angel and you should dress as the devil.

What he didnt expected it's that you dressed up especifically as a succubus and that made him feral.

Embarrased about it but feral.

The breakign point is when you both arrived at marines office, where you met your friends and he met his.

Everyone of his colleagues was congratulating him for making his girlfriend look like a model, like it was his idea.

On the inside, he was really really embarrased cause it wasn't his idea, it was yours, and you are the one who has him wrapped around your finger.

He spent the rest of the night looking at you from the distance, admiring your body and features.

"So, my love, are your damm coworkers stoping of treating me like an object?"

"I am sorry for that." he said while embracing you on a hug, "But you are the object of my desires so... i want us to come back to the house, please." he said with a whine and you couldn't help but let it be, even with the cheers of his colleagues on the background.

Akagami Shanks

You warned him about this but he laughed saying you dont have the guts.

So, when halloween came and all the crew was partying, you showed up with your outfit.

He saw you from across the room and spilled all the beer he had on his mouth, that was now hanging down to the point of breaking his jaw.

You smiled victoriously at him and went to the dance floor, instantly starting to move your body seductively to the rythm of the music.

He coudln't resist to getting behind you and wrap his arms around your hips.

"I didnt expect you to do this, i would have to keep quiet next time." you laughed and pressed yourself against him more. "I love when you play dirty... maybe i can see your full game back in the ship."

He bit your neck and then your ear and that was the sign to go back and have another type of fun.

[velvetsainz]

summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is away in baku and you remind him of what he's missing. part two.

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), pwp, use of explicit language, phone sex, masturbation, google-translated french (lmao), a dash of fluff, i like em dashes too much

a/n: baby's first smutlet! i've been writing for like twelve years but i've never posted to tumblr, so here's to first times! there'll def be at least a part ii to this, but i'm also hoping to write for other drivers soon(ish). also giant mega thank you to @multiseb21 + @lecrep for your support—y'all have been so incredibly sweet & i am so thankful for you!! anyways, i hope y'all like this! enjoy, loves! xx

“Chérie,” his voice crooned over the line, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Don’t tease, mon ange—it’s already hard enough being away from you for so long.”

“Weren’t you the one who said he’d be fine just a month ago?,” you retorted, voice low.  The cards were in your hands now, and Charles was desperate.  He was a nomad lost in the desert and you were his oasis on the horizon, just the sound of your voice enough to slake his thirst.

“Yes, but then you sent me that picture and—” You hear him curse again under his breath, his fist acting as a poor substitute for the velvet heat of your walls. He swore he wasn’t going to let you leave that bed once he got his hands on you again.

Charles wasn’t entirely wrong: you were the biggest fucking tease known to mankind.  Earlier that evening you sent him a semi-absentminded photo of you fresh from the shower, steam still obscuring the best parts of the photo with a fresh white towel around your hips and one gathering your hair on top of your head.  He’d always had something about you fresh from the shower—every time he’d nearly pounce as soon as you’d pad back into the bedroom from the steamy confines of the bathroom, hair wrapped on top of your head just as it was now.  (Part of you thought it was something primal in him: you’d washed away his scent on your skin and he needed to make his territory known again, that horn dog.)  Still, he was ever the gentleman and would make the endeavor more than worth your while.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad of me, wasn’t it?,” you ceded with a knowing smirk on your lips as you sat back from your desk, closing your laptop slowly.  You’d wanted to get a little more work done after your shower, but the Monégasque wasn’t keen to let sleeping dogs lie and needed to hear your voice for himself.

“So bad, chérie,” he agreed with tone of exasperation, a heavy sigh passing through the phone, “And you’re not even here to help a–”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help in other ways,” you were quick to remind him, the words coming from your mouth quicker than your shame would force you to bottle them up.  Heat was creeping to your cheeks, and you could feel the familiar coil of desire tightening deep in the pit of your belly.

“Are you—?”

“That’s why you called, isn’t it, baby?,” you asked only to get a stifled groan from the other side. “You wanted me to tell you how I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you continued, “how I miss your hands on my hips, your cock so deep—”

“Fucking hell,” Charles practically whines as you push yourself away from the desk now, allowing yourself to relax into the seat of the chair and your hips to ease apart despite every part of you wanting to grind them together to relieve the dull ache that rested between them.

“What would you do if I was there now, Cha?,” you asked softly, hand splayed out over the plush of your thigh, eyes glazing over as you pictured him there with you.  You wanted his hands everywhere; you couldn’t decide where you truly needed him most. Fingers curling against that hidden spot in your tight cunt, threaded through your hair and pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder, gripping your thighs so tight they’d leave bruises that he’d fuss over later—it all sounded like heaven compared to the lonely hell of your shared Monte Carlo flat.

“I want to taste you, mon cœur,” he replied shakily as his breath came faster, the sound of him fisting his cock becoming more and more prominent as time passed; he wasn’t going to last long like this, but you both already knew that—it wasn’t the point of this exercise.  “I’d have you coming on my tongue, let you taste yourself when I kiss you—putain,” the driver cursed once more as his brow furrowed.  He was leaking precum over his ironclad grip and all he wanted was to slide his fingers past your plump lips to feel the wet heat of your tongue take care of the mess.

You let out a tremulous breath over the line, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding onto so tightly until your head started swimming with need.  Your hand had drifted from its origin, rubbing lazy circles over the cotton of the panties you’d slipped into after the inciting picture.  On your top half was a worn, faded shirt of Charles that you’d taken a liking to as a nightshirt—especially when you were missing him as you were so desperately now.

“Need you in me,” you begged, the emptiness you felt so acutely coming to the forefront of your senses, “You always do such a good job filling me—my fingers don’t do you justice.”

You hear a groan on the other side of the line, the man now sitting on the edge of the bed as he tries to keep himself in check.  He wasn’t ready for this to be over so soon; you had him feeling like a teenager again, ready to spill at a moment’s notice. Granted, this wasn't anything new: there's something so intoxicating about you that destroyed whatever semblance of restraint, of control he had over his lust.

“Want you in my mouth, give me something better to do than tease you like this,” to which you received a choked merde, the man hanging on your every word as the hand between your legs abandoned its objective—you could take care of that later.  You were too caught in every little sound that passed his plush lips, listening for every little cue his body so willingly gave you.

“Want your hands in my hair, guiding me up and down your cock,” you keened for him on a whine, his breathing heavy and labored.  He was running at full speed to the cliff's edge, and you were there watching, waiting in the grass. “Want your cum on my tongue, baby,” you whined.

“Promise not to waste any, minette?,” he grunted, gritting his teeth as you hummed your assurances.  “Such a good girl f’me, yes–”

With a strained hiss and a groan he came sloppily over his hand, thankful enough that he wasn’t home in Monaco so he didn’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess he’d made. “Fuck,” he croaked, breathing heavy as he came down from the blinding high your words had catapulted him through.  It wasn’t like he hadn’t been taking care of business when duty called, but something about your voice, the thought of you there…it clutched everything into a higher gear.

“Better?,” you asked, sly smile audible to the Ferrari driver; he didn’t need to see you to know the shit-eating, satisfied smile that took over your lips.

With a tired laugh he nodded, slumping back onto the cool rumpled sheets of the hotel bed as he stared absently at the dark ceiling.  It was three in the morning in Baku, and he couldn’t sleep—the thoughts your cheeky picture had invited wouldn’t let him.

“Get some rest, tiger,” you teased him, knowing he’d have to be awake in a few short hours. You debated sending him another picture in the morning as motivation, tiding him over until you’d join him later that weekend.

“Que ferais-je sans toi, mon amour?,” he asked, sleep heavy in his voice as he rolled the right way onto the bed and running a hand through his hair.  He’d deal with the mess he’d made in the morning along with the flowers he’d send you—he really didn’t know what he’d do without you.

“I guess we’ll never know, hm?,” you replied gently, smile melting into something softer as you fiddled with the gleaming ring on your left hand.

[chvoswxtch]

taste

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt just wants a taste.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: it’s thanksgiving here today, and despite my mixed feelings about this holiday, I am thankful for all of y’all. so, here’s a little treat from me to you bc I haven’t shown our favorite human disaster some love in awhile. 🖤

word count: 1.1k

Matt lost track of how long he’d had his head buried between your thighs. Your hair was still damp from your shower earlier, fresh notes of citrus and green apple lingering on the silk sheets. That coupled with the crisp sandalwood of his own cologne from the worn Columbia shirt of his you had stolen to bed intertwined with your own distinct scent lit a fire of desire within him. He’d discarded a layer of his black suit with every silent step he took descending the staircase that led up to the rooftop door.

It had been a bad night, and Matt’s inherent Catholic guilt was at an all time high. So, he positioned himself exactly where he thought he belonged.

On his knees.

Matt held your soft thighs in his rough, calloused hands, his warm tongue lazily tumbling over your swollen clit over and over again. He slipped his tongue through your soaked folds much like he had the first time he had really kissed you; when a sweet kiss good night had ended with your back firmly pressed up against your front door and the two of you panting into each other's mouths.

Angelic pleas for mercy had sounded from your lips in various intervals, but your greedy fingers continued to tug him just a little closer by tight grips on his chestnut strands. Neither one of you seemed to be able to quit the other. Matt’s nose was nuzzled against your public bone, and his plump lips were wrapped around your clit, alternating between suckling languidly at a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and dragging his tongue up and down the length of your entire pussy meticulously.

Every time you let out a desperate chant of his name and rolled your hips up in a needy way in search of more, Matt groaned loudly and moved his own hips in tandem. He had been rutting against the mattress for God only knows how long now, the front of his briefs completely soaked from the weeping slit on the head of his throbbing cock. He’d never been so painfully hard in his life.

But Matt didn’t feel like he had earned a release yet.

Despite the several tangy coats of your arousal on his tongue, he wanted more. He needed just a little more.

Just one more, he told himself, then he’d finally let himself fuck you. But right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Face nestled against your pussy, feeling your heartbeat pounding against his welcoming tongue, smelling the scent that was uniquely you right under his nose, hearing the verbal reassurances of how much you needed him, and how badly you wanted him.

Praises of his name and confessions of love slowly lifted the self imposed weight that laid heavy on his chest like cement. If an angel like you believed the Devil deserved Heaven, then maybe he did. You didn’t ask for his penance, but he wanted to give it. He wanted to be worthy of being the man you made him feel like he was.

Matt ignored the ache in his jaw, and he whimpered against your core as his briefs snagged against the sensitive head of his cock just right. He wasn’t gonna last long. Not with the heavenly aroma of you surrounding his senses completely, the sweet sound of your pleasure hitting his ears, the thrum of your impending climax thundering against his tongue.

He never wanted to come up for air. If this was how he was going to die, drowning in the tidal wave of your gratification, then he’d die a happy man.

Matt used his index and middle finger to spread your slicked pussy apart, eagerly swirling his tongue around your pulsing nub before switching to flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across it like a metronome. God, you were so warm and soft, and so fucking wet. He couldn’t tell where his saliva ended and where your own essence started, but he didn’t fucking care. The only taste he wanted seared into his taste buds was yours anyway.

He delved his tongue as deep within your cunt as he could, fucking you with it sensually while his nose bumped against your overstimulated clit repeatedly. You were close again. He could tell by the hitch in your breaths and the quiver in your soft thighs that were enclosed tightly around his head.

Matt never felt like he deserved you, so he made it his personal mission to make sure he earned you.

As soon as another wave of your candied tang drenched his mouth and dripped down his stubbled chin, Matt exploded with a pathetic whimper, feeling his own sticky warmth coating his lower abdomen and the tops of his thighs. The only reason he pulled his face away from your cunt was because you weakly pushed at his shoulders with your trembling hands.

“Fuckfuckfuck…Matty…I can’t. I-God, I need a minute-“

The breathless pants sounding from your lips were an elegant symphony to his ears. He closed his eyes while resting his head on your smooth thigh, trying to catch his own breath. For several minutes neither of you said anything, just laid there tangled up in the sheets together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Matt sensed a shift in you. He heard your eyes flutter open, and felt the way you shifted your head off the pillow to peer down at him in curiosity.

“Matty…did…did you-“

“Yeah.”

He didn’t bother hiding it. He wasn’t ashamed. He’d be pissed when the cloud of lust currently fogging up his brain eventually cleared and he realized he ruined yet another set of silk sheets, but right now, he was too satisfied to give a shit about anything other than this moment with you.

A melodic giggle immediately erupted from your chest, and Matt squeezed your thigh teasingly in retaliation which caused you to squeal.

“Hey! I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s actually quite flattering that you enjoy having your head between my thighs so much that you can come from that alone.”

“Sweetheart, you could make me come just by reading our grocery list.”

Another round of angelic giggles fell from your lips, and a quiet whine of disapproval sounded from Matt when he felt you shifting in bed. Much to his dismay, you moved your soft and warm thigh away from under his head, which caused him to purse his plush lips in a pout. But before he could even protest, you were gently pushing him onto his back and brushing your lips against the shell of his ear.

“Maybe I’ll test that theory later, but right now, I’d rather make you come with my mouth in a different way.”

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[dr-solomon]

(🔞) — "you can only touch me when the music stops."

w: bf!gyu × fem!reader, unprotected sex, pussy eating/slapping, dirty talk, little mutual seductive games?shows? (wildness wildness wildness wildness)

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You had been busy all week, so when the weekend came, the excitement of having a chance to spend time with each other made you both silly.

This time Beomgyu was at your house and you realized once again that the house was really empty without him today.

You could have chatted in your bedroom until dawn. It was probably your favorite thing. Both of you would take turns talking about your week; Beomgyu's tragic events with his boss, or your annoying teachers were the most viral topics of your nightly chats.

For you, talking only under the moonlight and the led lights made this activity extra special.

That's why tonight you were sitting in your bedroom, which you had decorated together.

But tonight, something was different.

"Hey, is your alarm going off?" Beomgyu was the first to hear the strange sound coming from under the covers.

"Oh, yeah." You hurriedly found your phone and stopped the stupid sound.

Annoying music is always ideal for alarms.

You smiled at Beomgyu. "I forgot to turn it off." And he smiled back. "My love, are you setting an alarm for this time?" It was funny to him because he had never seen you set an alarm for the night before.

"Yeah, it's just a new way of getting to bed early." you laughed to yourself. "I'm too stubborn to ignore alarms."

"Yeah, I've noticed." He always hid something in that smile. "That's because you're so used to it that instead of turning it off again, you snoozed."

"Oh?" A real laugh this time. "God, I've been so stupid for the last week."

He looked at you as if to say you were cute instead of stupid. You reached for the bedside drawer with the phone in your hand but he stopped you.

"You're gonna cancel the alarm?"

"Yes."

"How many times does the alarm go off before it automatically goes off?"

"Um... I think it's 7?"

"So it's gonna go off 6 more times?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, so how many minutes does the snooze last?"

"Five."

"Good."

"What's on your mind?"

You smiled together, his was much dirtier. "Do you wanna play a game?"

"What kind of game?" asked curiously.

"It's like..." he licked his bottom lip. "Only when the alarm stops going off, you can touch me" whispered. "And I'll touch you."

"Wow."

Your body warmed up to what he was offering you, his little games and his cheekiness.

You realized that the game he was talking about would give you both heaven and hell, he let you think about it. He always liked to start fires.

You crawled towards him, he watched you curiously. Seeing in his eyes the endless desire he had for you. The only good thing about all those stupid days and weeks was that Choi Beomgyu belonged to you.

“I think the second alarm is less than 5 minutes away.” you whispered. Your foreheads touched, fortunately you liked playing with fire as much as he did.

His smile slowly left his face during the whole conversation. He put his hand on your cheek and joined your lips passionately. Your hair caressed his face, your bangs tangled. You listened to the wet sounds of your slow and warm kiss. And his humming.

Sounds were Beomgyu's weak point, he always went wild to hear more.

He bit your lower lip “Come here.” grabbed your hips and helped you sit on his lap.

This time he pressed your tongues together before your lips and you knew he wasn't closing his eyes. His hand moved down into your shorts and touched your bare cheeks. His palm was warm.

Your teeth touched his upper lip. Beomgyu opened his mouth and closed his eyes, letting you bite him as much as you wanted.

You squeezed his hair at the nape of his neck as his right hand slipped between your thighs and reached your pussy. He pressed his middle and ring finger against your hole through the panties and not even a few seconds into feeling that sweet pressure, the annoying sound was heard.

Second alert.

Beomgyu slowly pulled his hand out of your shorts and your whole body trembled with disappointment. You took your hands off him and got off his lap, reached for your phone and snoozed the alarm.

Beomgyu's cheeks were pink, he didn't like the space in his lap, but there was still a smile on his lips. “Do you like it?”

You leaned your back against the headboard and hugged your legs. You watched as he put his fingers to his lips, wet from having just touched your panties.

His cat tongue appeared between his lips, wiped his middle and ring finger nicely and went back inside.

My god. You gulped, looking like he was waiting for an answer to his question.

Really? He followed curiously as your hands moved down to your shorts. You locked your eyes on his as you slowly removed the soft fabric from your legs.

Beomgyu pressed his lips together and immediately looked into your eyes after your shorts fell to the floor. He wasn't smiling anymore, he was just there looking at you with his messy hair and going a little insane.

His eyes widened when your hand went to your hips again. “No.” Beomgyu growled. But what could stop you?

“Y/n...” He watched with his open mouth as your thin black underwear made its slow journey down your legs. Your t-shirt covered your thighs and you licked your lips, ending the show you were putting on for him.

You were happy to do such a good job while wanting his hands all over you. Beomgyu pressed his hand to the bulge in his pants and backed up a little. Cursing silently, closed his eyes and threw his head back.

By now your hands were sweaty and your t-shirt was a rag in your palms, you bit your lower lip excitedly. The sound of your phone letting you know that the stupid time you'd been trying to count in your head over and over again had come to an end.

And God knows, it was the first time you liked that brain-piercing sound so much.

Third alarm.

Beomgyu didn't even let you move. When he was on top of you with a speed you had never seen before, you squeezed his shoulders impatiently, but he wasn't thinking the same thing.

He pulled you down and holding your knees, spread your legs and buried his face in your pussy.

“Oh my-” at the end of a hellish five minutes, you regained the warm sensation of his mouth.

“B-beomgyu...” grabbed his hair. He repeatedly opened and closed his mouth over your hole as if his life depended on it.

He was squeezing and lifting your hips and making you settle better in his mouth, he was the best at it.

“Mmm” All those sounds he was making from you as your juices mixed with his saliva, almost making him cum too.

He parted your lips with his fingers and stubbornly pressed his tongue deep inside you. Just like he needed it more than you did.

He lifted his head and watched you drip a little more intensely and looked at that wonderful expression on your face. With his right hand he slapped your pleasure spot hard, “Ah!” that made you squirt a little. That's exactly why you felt you couldn't take it anymore when he landed the second slap harder. “Beomgyu, no-” you didn't want to cum right away but you wanted him to make you squirt like crazy.

You got up on your elbows, Beomgyu stuck his tongue out, looking into your eyes as his mouth covered all over your pussy again.

Well, you wouldn't mind coming more than once tonight, would you?

Just as your stomach is trembling with pleasure and you feel one step closer to the high...

Fourth alarm.

"Fuck! Fuck..." you turned toward the phone and snoozed the alarm with a tap, almost as if you wanted to break it.

The sensation of his mouth disappeared. Beomgyu is a total stunner with a dripping chin, teary eyes and red lips.

He put his hands in his messy hair, combed it back and returned to a sitting position on the bed. You could see him panting with rage, pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

It was his idea and you were having fun, but now you can see he hates himself.

As you sat up, Beomgyu turned his head towards you and watched your glistening thighs. His art.

You didn't feel the need to fix your messy hair like he did, just leaned your head back and sighed as your pussy throbbed like crazy.

You took turns looking at his thin bracelet, his hair tucked behind his ear, his naked upper body and the triangle in his pants.

"I hate myself." Beomgyu laughed and made you laugh too. Both laughed at what a sucker you were to each other.

You touched the hair clinging to your neck, only your breathing could be heard in the room. You had never been eaten so savagely by Beomgyu before.

"You're gonna take that off too?" he taunted, knew there was nothing under your shirt. His hand settled on his belt, it was obvious he wished for nothing more than to see you naked. And that you didn't like the space between your legs.

"No." you replied, "This is for you."

Beomgyu laughed, you could see what you had done to his cheeks.

You watched him unbuckle his belt, he didn't just throw it on the floor, he ran his fingers over its surface.

The few scenarios in which he used it on you unfolded as if they had always been there. Pressed your knees together, your vagina, sensitive as hell, made a wet sound and that made Beomgyu turn to you.

You've never seen his eyes so dark before: "Can you do it again?"

The voices...

Swallowed, his eyes were on your knees and thighs, everywhere. Slowly spread your legs and... 'Pop!'

He watched all over your vagina, which was soaked thanks to him, getting a little closer. "You're a fucking goddess." His breath hit your pussy, your eyes watered with desire. "Beomgyu..."

Eyes met, you felt your nipples itch as he smiled at the needy expression on your face.

He stepped back, dropped the belt he was holding and continued to watch you, that smile still on his face. "Your pussy has never tasted anything like this before, has it darling?" licked his lips, looking quite delighted. "Even if I let you sit on my face all night, you wouldn't get tired of dripping, right?"

"Beomgyu-" his dirty words coming out of his still glistening chin made you drip some more on your sheet, you pulled your legs towards you and hid.

"Ahah," Beomgyu laughed, looking down at your writhing body with pleasure. "Even if the fucking alarm doesn't go off, I can make you cum with my words."

You pressed your face into the pillow, Beomgyu followed your movements, wishing he was right behind you now. "You're such a good girl."

Guessed he was pressed against his cock again.

Fifth alarm.

You lifted your face and threw the pillow on the floor, Beomgyu didn't let you break your prone position and settled on top of you. He lifted your hips up and stood behind you, just as he had just imagined.

When his penis finally touched your vagina, you gave him your most beautiful moan ever. Closed your eyes as Beomgyu slowly entered you. All his hardness expanded you, hitting your clit, sliding over your wetness, filling you mercilessly...

Your immediate grip and squeeze caused Beomgyu to fall onto your back. "Ah, ah..." You swallowed almost too well for him to move. He put his hands on top of yours, his hot breath coming in behind your ear. At this point you both forgot about your little game, there was only desire and passion.

Beomgyu introduced you to his fastest tempo, your bodies started pounding against each other. Both of you smeared all your wetness on each other.

Beomgyu was trapped between your walls, forgetting the whole world and making you forget the whole world.

The electric sensation in your stomach again, the sound of the alarm you heard along with Beomgyu's growl, could not be prevented this time.

He reached for your phone and, cursing, turned off the alarm, threw it hard onto the bed. You laughed at the sound the phone made as it slipped over the sheets and landed on the floor.

Eyes closed with passion, Beomgyu returned to rummaging through you. Faster, faster pace.

With great pleasure, your boyfriend broke his own game and made you cum all over him and came deep inside you.

He put his face to your neck, felt the last wave of pleasure as the sound of your breaths fought.

"C-condom-"

"Fuck the condoms."

The taste of fucking with him raw for the first time.*

Beomgyu wrapped his arms around your waist and made you lie on his chest as he lay on his back on the bed. He found your hands, which you made into fists, and took them in his palm.

You've watched the ceiling many times on this bed, but now enjoy watching it as you lie on top of him.

"Did your phone break?"

~

!! do not 'fuck' the condoms, USE the condoms🖖!!

©dr-solomon 2024

[vanillarosekiss]

my sweet angel ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

pairing: older!JohnPrice x younger (18+) reader

A/N: i have no words. blessing you with this on a Sunday morning.

warnings: older!xyounger! , language, heavy smut with little to no plot, dubious consent, brief somnophilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), breeding kink towards the end?.

To say that Price had had a long day at work was a gross understatement. He’d had a hellish day, gruelling the task force and readying them for deployment that very same month. He knew that being Captain of a force would be hard on him but, fuck, he didn’t realise how bad it could get. All that got him through it was the thought of his little angel at home, the only piece of heaven on earth a man could possibly dream of.

He knew it was bad of him but he couldn’t help but think immoral things of her, his precious. How could he? When he introduced her to the task force, they were astounded by her beauty, even to the great lengths of trying to sweeten up to her (much to his annoyance). He was even asked how he managed to bag a pretty little thing like you. And God the way she looked in her underwear, all pretty and dolled up for him, so willing. Soft, softer, softest. Soft pink lace hugging her hips, revealing the curves of her sweet body. He couldn’t get enough.

Plush thighs hugged by the thigh high stockings he had bought for her and a frilly garter to match, a trail to her honeyed mound. The thought of her bare pussy, so wet for him, could make him come right then and there.

When Price got home, he shut the front door gently, not wanting to wake you. It was almost 1am, you would be surely asleep, tucked away in the big bed that you shared. He got undressed from his military uniform and headed to your bedroom, quietly.

The minute he saw his sleeping angel he swore his eyes orgasmed. You were there, head rested upon a plump pillow, body clad in a sheer white lace babydoll top, pink roses decorating the matching panties you wore underneath. The sight was so sweet, almost too sweet for John. How could he ever mess up his angel?

He had a bad day though, a long day. He was sure that you wouldn’t mind, that you would be honoured to relieve him from his misery.

Carefully getting onto the bed, he pulled away the covers, trying not to stir you from your peaceful slumber. His cock chubbed in his boxers as he fully uncovered you, sweet girl. Hands trailing down to your mound, his fingers traced the edge of your panties delicately, beginning to stroke you through the material. You moved a little, still asleep, but your body responded to him, he could feel how wet you were getting for him.

John was starved of your pussy all day, an agonising revelation to him, spurring him on in the moment. He pulled down your tiny panties, holding your thighs lightly and beginning to kiss your sweet core. Your deep sleep had began to falter, senses heightened by his sudden desire for you to come whilst he devoured you, clit and all.

“John..?” you ask, sitting up slightly as you came out of your sleep.

He stopped his assault on your pussy and looked up at you from in between your thighs.

“Go back to sleep angel. Be good f’me” he replied, softly pushing you so you were laid back again.

You obliged dubiously but couldn’t go to sleep, no matter how much you willed yourself. You just kept your eyes closed. After he had decided he was full, he pulled down his boxers, his cock painfully hard. You felt the weeping tip stroke your entrance, hips bucking upwards to meet it. John was enticed by your pliability, always so willing for him. His hands pushed your thighs apart and down, making sure you wouldn’t squirm as much. His thick cock began to enter you, splitting you in half. You moaned, a gaspy, breathy, moan as he began to move.

“So sweet f’me. So perfect. Pretty little pussy’s sucking me in” he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

You soon reached your climax, a moaning, whimpering mess trapped under his large body. His own peak followed straight after; Price’s cock emptying inside you was a delightful release.

“My sweet angel, so good for me aren’t ya” He pulled out of you, moments before fucking his come back inside you. After all, he’d always wanted to see his girl’s stomach round and plush, carrying his babies.

the way i need him like this is unreal.

[blingblong55]

Contact -Vladmir Makarov NSFW

A/N: I still want to fuck the old makarov

Based on a request:

Makarov fucking us into submission😩 2, 15 with him, gen neutral or Fem reader ____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, power!play, marking, dom!Makarov, sub!reader, oral!sex ____

A/N:...so war criminals...am I right...

"On your back, pretty girl," his voice almost a whisper. Makarov smiles upon seeing his pretty lady listen to his instructions. Your face already a mess, his cum all over your face, reddened face from when he slapped you and his hickeys all over your neck and chest. His head now in between your pretty thighs. You adore it when he takes control of you, how he throws you around in bed, slaps you around when you don't listen, because, 'good girls always listen,' he reminds you. He looks up, tongue already teasing your clit. A grin on him as he watches you try and suppress the moans. "Oh, you like that?" A smile on him and then he slaps your thigh, tongue still teasing your more than sensitive clit, your hips buck but he pushes them down.

"That's it, pretty girl, just like that, let it happen," his thick Russian accent making this even more desirable. Your hands on his hair as you feel his tongue and nose on your pussy. His erected dick leaking pre-cum for the second time this evening. His fingers curling inside of your cunt. Tip so swollen one more of your sweet moans will send him over the edge and he will release all over the bedsheets instead of your pussy. "So...fucking...good," he praises the one part he loves to kiss more. Your free hand playing your nipples, your back arches, eyes fluttering. "Vlad...fuck..i.." you stutter, the pleasure and orgasm building up in your core.

"I know you can take it, so fucking take it," he slaps your ass one more time. You mewl at this. "I don't...think I can," you let out a whiny moan. His tongue flickering on your clit, lips kissing and sucking at the sensitive tissue, it was more than a messy kiss to your pretty pussy, it was a wet and teased kiss. The taste of you, like heaven couldn't be anymore closer to you. He kisses your inner thigh, knowing he was close to cumming. He kisses and licks, before you know it, he begins to bite that area, it was pleasure and pain in one movement.

"Come for me, R/N, do it," he growls, needing to make you come before he even dares to fuck that tight cunt of yours. You grip on his hair and the sheets, back arches, moans so unholy it makes the devil grin. He chuckles when he drowns in your juices. "My...oh my pretty girl," he licks your cunt again. Taste of paradise on his tongue again. You and him, a delicious mess, two sworn enemies, one bed and tangled between the sheets.

Tags: @liyanahelena @johfaam0 @sharkssharkssharkssharks @ravenisdead @ohworm-writes @kit-kats06 @thefragmented

[koishua]

★. 𝐄𝐍— and the orange peel theory.

! © 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗.

starring hee, jay, jake. + their version of the orange peel theory

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

he doesn't think anything of it when he snaps your chopsticks in two for you from where he is positioned across you. the plastic chairs in front of the convenience store upon which you're seated on aren't the most comfortable, the sharp edges digging into your skin on occasions when you fidget around trying to find a way to strike up a conversation with the man you can't bare to label as your friend now.

the bamboo sticks now rest on top of the lid of your bowl of instant ramen, currently waiting to be fully cooked within the three minute time frame the instructions had given you. you notice how they hadn't split equally, one having snapped away a small portion of the other side with it. the irony of it all feels comical when you detach yourself from the situation you're currently trying not to run away from.

heeseung doesn't say much as you hesitantly take the broken utensil. he can only pretend to awkwardly observe the engravings in the table, occasionally glancing at the dainty chain of the necklace hiding under your collar. it had been his fingers to graze against the skin of your neck to clasp it together for you. he wonders what hurts more; remembering, or having to force himself to forget about it all?

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐘

the house is quiet, had been for hours now, except for your frantic breaths and hurried stomps while darting from room to room, trying to find your bearings as the time ticks by much too quickly for your liking. the alarms you'd set for your lecture hadn't rung (they had, actually— no one would dare to disagree, however), which had naturally resulted in you running late for it yet again.

your lips lift lopsidedly moments after the neatly framed picture of the happiest moment of your life catches your eye as you try to put on the stubborn socks you'd fished out from the drawer on your side of the bed. jay had always been beautiful, even back when he still had that boyish smirk constantly plastered over his face, hair a mess.

you make a mental note to wipe away the dust that had started to form a thin sheet over the wooden frame, though that too is quickly forgotten when you realize that he'd very kindly filled up your bottle with water and placed it next to the most comfortable shoes you owned he'd laid nearly on the floor by the door, certain of your forgetful habits.

━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

layla's tail wags excitedly at the sight of the treat in your hands that you leave for her to enjoy. smoothing over the gingham sheet before laying back on the lap of your favourite person in this universe and the next, from where you look up at him, the sun blazing in the sky makes it look like he's emitting a heavenly glow. fitting for someone like sim jake.

days like this don't come by often for either of you, so having you right by him, the weather as beautiful as it could ever get. this is what he'd describe heaven to feel like. every part of his body beats with the insatiable desire to always have you as close to him as possible, day and night.

the cool breeze is a constant visitor to your little spot by the beach, a welcome addition to the already magical day. realising that he'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he looks down at your serene expression, off somewhere in dreamland, most likely. his thumb gently traces under your eyes, a ghostly touch afraid of waking you up from your deserved rest. he unclips the hair accessories he can see tugging and digging into your skin before adjusting the shade to cover your eyes.

this is his dreamland.

notes from vie: couldn't help it with the hee angst y'all im sorry it's a koishua must. it was very mild tho so yeah enjoy please i haven't exercised my enha writing skills in ages and as always pls reblog muah muah ignore any errors i haven't got the energy to correct them myself 🍊🍊

[nmakii]

ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF

— alastor + vox + adam’s fashion preferences on their significant other. gn!

— alastor

alastor finds anything that compliments your figure to be gorgeous. he can’t be upset when you’re confident in yourself.

though, if you’re really asking, he can’t be dishonest, can he? he adores formal wear. cocktail dresses, suits, waistcoats, gowns, the way they hold a certain elegance is something that just can’t be matched.

the way they hug your waist is simply too attractive, all he wants to do is eat you up. a beautiful sight like you would most definitely be a feast. not that he was thinking of eating you!

true, it’s not the most practical of clothes to be worn on the daily— but, it’s still a delectable treat once in a while.

“sweetheart, are you ready?” alastor asks, knocking on the door. “we must hurry, the opera waits for no one!” he laughs as he opens the door. and when he does, he is pleasantly surprised to see the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight.

the way formal wear compels you to carry yourself with poise and confidence is something that simply makes you all the more attractive to him.

“my, my! look what the cat dragged in!” alastor joked. “you look ravishing, dear. are you ready?” he asked. he walked over to you as he took hold of your hips, running his claws up and down the fabric and silently admiring your figure.

“mhm!” you nodded. “lovely.” he grins, holding his cane in one hand, and wrapping his arm tightly around your waist in the other.

as you walked, there was something off about alastor. he truly did hide it well, but there was definitely something bothering him.

his breath, quiet as ever, was heavy and reeking of desire. and, his body temperature was off the charts, as if he had been running a fever.

“alastor, are you alright?” you looked to your side. “of course, i am! simply excited for the show, that’s all!” alastor said, clearing his throat. “really? you’re kind of burning up, and you’re breathing heavily…” you noted.

alastor fell silent, choosing the best way to respond. “i’d suggest you not ask that, love.” he warned. “any further, and i may just eat you up!” he grinned as he left a kiss on your cheek, tightening his grip on you.

“oh? should i hold you to that promise?” you teased back at him. “hmph, don’t test your luck.” he shook his head in perplexity. “tell me, would you like to be cooked slow-roasted or braised?” alastor asked, to your shock.

alastor clearly enjoyed your reaction, laughing quite loudly. “wh— i’d like to not be cooked at all!” you frowned. “hmm… fine. only because you’re so sweet.” he shrugged in surrender.

— vox

vox loves everything elegant. whether it be a flowing dress, or a well-fitted suit, it gets him hungry. hungry for you, that is.

the way they accentuate every little curve and muscle is just so appealing to him, he just can’t help his hands to himself!

elegance simply compliments your body so sweetly, he wants to show off his little treat from heaven to everyone who’ll listen. this may or may not be the reason he brings you to every event.

“do i really have to go to this?” you frown as you lounge on your bed, waiting for vox to get ready. “‘course you do. you’re mine, and i have to show you off.” he grinned, straightening his bowtie as the finishing touch.

“come on. everyone’s awaiting our appearance.” he said, coercing you and pulling you up from bed with both arms. “urgh, fine…” you groaned, finally getting up.

vox rested his hands on your shoulder and hip respectively, taking in the sweet sights. “christ, you look sexy as hell…” vox sighed out, biting the side of his bottom lip.

“you know… i wouldn’t mind so much if we… missed tonight, and had some fun..?” he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down. “pssh, after i already got ready? no thanks.” you teased “maybe tonight instead if you want me so bad.” you rolled your eyes at him.

vox frowned at your rejection. “fine, that might just bite you in the ass later.” he threatened, playfully slapping your behind, and pulling you along by the waist.

— adam

adam loves anything that shows your skin. short skirts, crop tops, tight denim jeans, no sleeves. anything that brings attention to your assets, it’s all super sexy to him.

the fact that you’re confident enough in yourself to wear such tight-fitting clothes is so downright hot, it might just encourage him to do some… sinful acts, to say the least.

still, adam is quite possessive when it comes to you. as much as he loves you in revealing outfits, these are for his eyes only. no one else gets to see this but him.

that still doesn’t stop him from having you perform a little show for him. for his eyes exclusively.

“holy shit… you look so fuckin’ hot, babe!” adam let out, sucking in his breath as he pulls you into his lap. “do i really have to wear this..? it’s kind of uncomfortable, adam…” you pouted.

“oh, don’t worry, baby.” he comforted you, petting your hair gently. “soon enough you’ll be taking it off anyway.” he said with a cocky grin, proud of such a dirty line.

“pssh, don’t say something like that. that’s just inappropriate.” you rolled your eyes at him. “heyy… but, don’t you like it? you can’t deny that, can you, angel?” he grinned.

and, as you glared incredulously at him, he started moving his hands. his grabby hands began moving anywhere that was left exposed— your arms, thighs, and waist. his fingers traced every vein, curve, and muscle, giving you a sneak peak of what he could do.

“come on, babe…” he said, coercing you further. “you know i could show you a good time.” he grinned.

adam could feel you growing weak under his touch, encouraging him further. he started to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones.

“just let me show you a good time…” he said, running a hand over your thighs.

“…fine.”

[newrochellechallenger2019]

Kinktober Week 2

Sex Toys/Creampie/Praise + Degradation/Oral Sex

divorced!art donaldson who buys you the rose toy

in the final years of his marriage to Tashi, the two of them had barely fucked, and when they had it had been so vanilla, it hardly counted.

he felt like it had been so long, he wouldn't even know what to do when he started seeing you. you, the young tennis protege he'd taken under his wing, for 'coaching' of course, and if his cock ended up buried in your tight pussy after a particularly good practice so what?

it didn't take the two of you long to cut the bullshit and start dating officially, and now you'd practically moved into his mega-mansion.

-

art steps through the front door, slipping a parcel in his pocket and he spots you in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, drinking a glass of water.

he walks over to you, a playful frown on his face as he slots himself between your legs in greeting, 'what have i told you about sitting on my counters?' he scolds, his eyes twinkling with mirth so you know he's not truly mad.

you offer him a mischievous grin in response, 'didn't know you were home' as you sip your water, 'well i am now' he retorts, taking the water glass from your hand and putting it down on the counter beside you.

he presses his lips to yours in a loving kiss and after a beat of surprise you kiss him back.

he puts his hands under your ass and lifts you up into his arms, kissing you hungrily, he does a stupid little spin as you wrap your legs around his waist, showing off his tennis physique as he carries you into the bedroom.

you giggle as he drops you onto the bed, clambering on top of you immediately and kissing at your neck as you squeal, 'what's all this for?'

'can't i say hello to my favourite girl? i missed you' he grins against your collarbone, biting down on it to curb your protests before sitting up 'and i got you a present', he pulls out the parcel from his trouser pocket and holds it out to you.

you tilt your head to the side 'are you sure i'm not missing anything...?' you say as you open the parcel 'baby...' he whines, 'come on let me spoil you'.

your brow furrows as you open the parcel and you stifle a laugh as you look at the rose toy inside. art's watching you intently, waiting for your reaction and as you meet his eyes, he starts to ramble 'i just- i haven't bought a sex toy in so long, certainly not like this so i googled and everyone on social media says it's incredible- and-' you cut him off with a kiss, too kindhearted to tell him it was mostly a joke. 'thank you baby, it's perfect' and he smiles, reassured.

'look i was thinking...that we could...' he begins tentatively 'do you want me to show you how it works?' you answer for him, enjoying the way this was going immensely.

he swallows, hard before nodding. you smile and slide your shorts off, tossing them off the bed and leaving you in his stanford shirt and your underwear.

his gaze trailed over your body lustfully as you opened the packaging and pulled the toy out.

you looked up at him expectantly 'little help?' you purr sultry and he scrambles over to you, thick fingers pulling your panties off your legs and chucking them aside, his eyes drawn to your cunt, and the perfect little bud just beginning to peek out.

you grin as you lower the toy to your clit, allowing it to latch as you turn it on.

you immediately squeal as the vibrations begin and art's eyes widen with desire, watching as your face contorts with pleasure.

'holy shit' you pant, pressing the toy closer to your pussy, the vibrations causing your body to shake.

'yeah like that baby' he praises breathlessly, hands undoing his trousers but eyes still on you.

'weren't...kidding...' you moan, turning the vibrations up deftly and your back arching.

'no?' he grins, tugging his boxers off, cock half-hard. 'tell me how it- fuck- feels love' and he begins to palm at his cock, watching your pussy as though it's heaven sent.

'can't' i mewl, face flushed in pleasure, feeling the toy latch on further.

he continues to masturabate, his face at eyeline with your pulsating, glistening cunt. 'aw, ngh- you can't take it baby?' he teases and you moan.

he grins deliciously as an idea comes to him and his pace increases until he's cumming ropes with a groan, hand now coated in his white cum 'ngh- let me- help you- darling' and two of his wet fingers slide themselves into your open pussy with little resistance and you whine, high-pitched 'no- wait'

'you can sweetheart, i know you can' he breathes, mesmerised and you whimper as his other hand moves yours off the toy and he holds it, feeling the power of it in his palm.

you can feel his thick fingers against your walls and you clench instinctively. 'good girl' he praises 'told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?'

you nod desperately, hips bucking as his fingers twist inside you, combined with the suction on your clit. 'mmf-too...ah!...much'

'it's okay, i got you' he soothes, his fingers scissoring inside you and he deftly turns the vibrations up on the toy and your thighs start to shake, a sign you were close.

you come with a shudder, moaning his name and gripping the sheets and he watches intently as the waves of orgasm crash over you, murmuring praise, 'that's it, good girl' repeatedly as you soak his fingers in clear liquid.

he turns the toy off and pulls his fingers out, licking them clean, your juices and his combined and you just stare at him, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

'so...good present?' he jokes with a wry grin and you crack a smile, giggling and he scoops you back off the bed and carries you to the bathroom to clean up.