#And it just stared at u with big wide wet eyes

[eebie]

Eebie I had a dream a few days ago that I was some sort of animal and I was hunting and killing a bunch of little animals but they all looked like your sona and I was so scared that one of them would actually be you :(

FWAHFIHSNFHSGAH hunting eebers for sport thats beautiful😊😊😊😊

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, mating press, soft dom choso, squirtīng, p spanking, dirty talk, size kink, praise, mdni.

you tell choso it’s practically impossible to make you orgasm – and he ends up making you squirt instead.

“really?” he’d huff in a ginger cooing voice, sucking his teeth together as he watches a thick portion of his cock disappear between your sweet soddened folds. you let off a gasping moan once you glance down, getting a wide view of him easing his hefty weight into you. choso’s got you in mating press—a position he’s been wanting to try with you for a while, and with the way you were easily clenching around him had his entire body twitching. as he’s being as gentle as possible, he lets off a soft grunt before placing a bare hand on your tummy. “so you mean like . . never, baby?”

“n- never,” you inhale an incoming breath. your legs were sprawled ‘n spread — creating a stretched ‘v’ shape with your trembling feeble limbs. choso’s got a hand wrapped around his aching shaft before he starts to gradually sink inside of you deeper. “u..ughhh,” you hiss out, hearing your own wanton squelches shriek right out of your sopping pussy. choso smears a thumb down your entrance and you could see the cunt drunken grin starting to warp against his lips. “fuck, jus make me cum choso. like that, harder.”

“okay,” choso gruffly groans, his swollen sack already starting to mercilessly slap against your entrance. it’s loud numerous ‘thwap!’ ‘s and your glassy eyes widen the moment he slowly lifts up your leg just a bit higher, sexily throwing his head back with a carnal eye-flickering-roll. “just hold still,” and with one hand, he softly caresses your chin. “ ‘n keep those pretty eyes on me. gooood girl.”

intently, dark mousy eyes bore into you whilst he’s slowly driving his inside of you. you’re whimpering, already starting to hear the growling snarling creaks of the wooden bed frame ring against your ears.

“t- thaaat’s it,” choso grunts, and you can feel his honed hips tilt inward. he’s big, and with the gaping stretch he’d always create—it’s got invisible cogwheels spinning ‘n turning at the insides of your empty brain. it doesn’t take him long before he’s sensually pounding you with deep loving thorough thrusts, making sure he’s buried at the hilt. choso’s heavily panting with raspy breaths, clawing a hand through his shaggy black strands. he’s so pretty, and you couldn’t help but stare at him whilst he’s tenderly ravaging your sweet gripping walls. choso’s hair flawlessly of his flows down his narrow shoulders before he moans. “goddd, so good. doin’ so good.”

with a cute shrilling ‘oh!’ the moment his bulbous tip meanly slams into your sweetened sensitive spots, your jaw dangles agape.

he’s already reached it, and every time his body crashes into yours at full speed at such miles per fucking hour . . your skin sticks to stick against his like glue. smacking smacks of fleshy mounds gum against each other as he’s jackhammering his slim hips up and down before you shriek. “choso… ohmygod, right there. fuck me, fuh—”

“quiet,” he whispers, grabbing your chin. your eyes meet his, and as raven bangs string down his eyes, choso gives you a quick kiss. it’s sloppy, and you moan while he’s still buried balls deep. each risqué stroke has you dizzy, craving for more and as his tongue curls through the layout of your sweltering hot mouth, he briefly pulls away. choso huskily grunts, his powerful hits against your cunt creating loud squelches that resounded off the thinly-made walls. “f- fuck, hear that, baby? think she’s trying to hah . . get a word in.”

choso’s weight remains hovering over your body as he’s pounding into you. you moan, feeling his hot breath waft against your skin as he buries his face into the cove of your left shoulder. a hand reaches between your legs, and he starts to smear all kinds of circles ‘n shapes against your glittery wet cunt. wetly, he’s lightly smacking his palm against your stuffed full entrance, droplets of your honeyed juices splattering against his hand.

‘psh’ after ‘psh’ and choso grunts, hearing how you were not only vocal from your mouth, but in between your legs too. “so pretty,” he whispers, licking a stripe down your neck, softly nibbling a playful munch at your skin. “c’mon, baby. ‘m gonna need you to make a mess for me.”

oh, his hips were just the definition of fervent though.

your pussy’s hysterically gurgling out desperate sloppy pleads of want and need as your nails decorate his toned back with many many scratches. choso’s back was your own personal canvas—and he loved whenever your fingers would drag down his skin—painting areas of his flesh every single time. “cho- chosooo,” you whine out, tossing your arms over him. you could feel his back muscles tense, feeling his askew hips deepen its strenuous hits against your pussy. it was orgasmic – his rhythm alone, and your toes were already curled, mouth dropped, eyes bulged. “ ‘m gonna cum, make me cum choso.”

“uh huh. like that, you got it,” he purrs, feeling your cute legs starting to grow limp. he’s so nice with his hips, making sure he’s got the perfect angle. choso’s cock runs through you languidly, it’s slow but steady but also speedily fast. you could feel his stout cock repeatedly trying to kiss it’s way at your fluttering g-spot before you let off a trilling whine. “easy, easyyy girl,” he cups your face, a fat thumb stroking the right side of your mouth. “hey. look at me, baby. you got it,” choso repeats, and as he’s lewdly moaning right with you, bodies slamming in such luscious rapture, choso sprinkles kisses near your chin. “give it t’ me. be my messy baby, thaaaat’s it.”

right at his exact words—you felt yourself tightening up. . although something within you bursts, and you bite down on your jaw. it’s sudden, it’s so sudden that your eyes start rolling the second you realize you’re gushing down on his cock. a shaky breath leaves out of choso as he instantaneously pauses his hips—stilling his cock inside of you without moving anymore.

pretty doe-enlarged eyes with hearts swarming in his irises focuses primarily on you, and you could hear him whining out a ‘holy shiiiit’ while you mewl out your oh-so euphoric release.

it felt like forever but it was only for about three seconds, and you’re stupidly cross-eyed, moaning once choso starts to gradually pull out. “h- heh, baby chose to be wet today, huh,” and you let off a sobbing whimper once you feel him starting to smear his tip against your leaky cunt.

you’re drooling from your glossy puffed slit, and as he’s starting to politely smack his hardened cock onto your twitching heat, choso grunts. ‘you’re sooo pretty like this,’ the exact phrase that repeats in his brain like a mantra.

“let go, good girl. keep goin’. make me just as messy as you, princess,” and your brain merely short circuits. the elatedly shocking friction of his plump tip playfully hitting your soaked cunt has nothing but cute babbles departing from your babbling lips. choso drags his swollen cockhead down further, stopping at the bottom of your clit before letting out a shuddering, ‘phew.’

“c- choso, fuck,” you moan, still feeling staticky tingles roam through every vein of your body. that was unlike any feeling you’ve felt before. as his eyes soften, meeting your gaze—choso’s nudely glistening body shadows over yours. seconds later, he slowly trails his head down, propping himself between your legs. through hazy lensed eyes, you peer down, peeping at him while finding a hand of yours pawing its way through his tangled inky strands of hair. “mhh.”

“baby,” choso whispers hoarsely, his voice a bit rough and gritty from moaning for so long. such detail made you throb and he knew it too. leisurely, he’s beginning to lick a straight slope up your weeping cunt.

he can’t help but give it a open stare for a few seconds, taking your beauty from between your legs alllll in. it’s so pretty ‘n puffed — dribbling from the sides of your slick own arousal that shot out a shimmering geyser just a few seconds ago.

you’re tender, and he can’t help but slather his hot pink tongue between the crevices of your folds. “think . . you can be my sloppy girl one time?” and as he gives your pussy one quick french kiss, he pouts at you with a wry pussy drunk grin.

“pretty please?”

[shoyoist]

── 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. public sεx in the back booth of a cafe. dirty thoughts, teasing, fingering, a little overstimulation, shoyo is a liiittle mean but he's just so eager to have you!! mentioned pussy eating at the end.

— . ｡˚ ♡ you just can't wait to have shoyo's fingers in you. and neither can he.

one of the first things you notice about hinata when you meet up with him after his years away in brazil, is that his hands are big.

he'd already been growing taller and filling out when he left — but that was nearly three years ago, and seeing him for the first time after so long felt like a dream — because despite looking the same, he also looked just that different. it wasn't just his hands, really — he was big. 

his neck was thicker, the expanse between his shoulder and neck offering much more space for your arms than it used to, as you wrapped them around his neck in a hug. his arms, his chest, his stomach, as they press against yours in the embrace, they feel bigger, more muscular than you remembered.

but what you notice the most, what would be a subtle change compared to everything else — is that his hands are so big. maybe because you hadn't seen his hands properly in any of the pictures he'd sent you, but it was the most surprising change about him.

his fingers that just used to be long and lithe, are now thicker — knuckles tough and edges calloused, the backs of them rosy and tanned and the palms hard and smooth, pink at the rounder points.

and as he holds your hands in his, gives you a smile that pours love and longing and happiness and tender adoration into you as he tells you, “hi, baby. i missed you.” — all you can think about is that you want your pussy stuffed with those fingers of his.

and eventually — because he is after all, your beloved shoyo that would do anything for you — you tell him.

hand in hand, walking the distance from your place to the café you used to frequent together, you tell him that his hands are so nice. 

his fingers are so thick (“look! see how big they are compared to mine?”) and then while you're talking to each other over cups of coffee, you finally tell him — albeit slyly and mostly as a tease, you admit that you want his fingers in your cunt.

what you don't expect is for him to immediately oblige.

you're sitting together at the very last booth of the small, cozy little cafe, away from all the windows and concealed from clear view — and you'd thought it'd be cute to fluster him with a dirty little comment, and get him hooked for when you both get home.

but when you tell him, “they'd feel so nice curling deep into my pussy, don't you think?” hinata stares at you for only a few seconds — before he has you pressed against the back of the booth, one legged hooked over his knees and the other dangling over the edge of the seat as he forces your legs open.

“mhm,” he giggles at your wide eyed, stunned expression, wrapping a muscled arm around you and adjusting your position so effortlessly, as his other hand slides past the waistband of your skirt to palm at your clothed cunt. “let's see how it feels, then. oh — pretty pussy's wet already, huh? missed me much?”

you're too dazed by the contact and the delicious feel of his touch on your clit to form words and tell him yes, yes yes you missed him so fucking much, more than he knows — but you think you missed him more than even you know.

his eyes are brighter than you remember as well, you see as you blink up to meet his gaze— 

his body language, his confidence, it's so different compared to how he was before.

you'd only gotten together in your third year of highschool, and really you'd only fucked once before he left for brazil — but you'd loved him long enough to know.

this isn't the same hinata that you kissed good-bye at that train station years ago.

correction: he is the same — but he's also more. 

you stare, stars in your eyes — and he gives you a handsome, rogueish grin as he slips two digits under your panties and into the slick mess of your hole, like he knows every single thing he's doing to you right now.

to your body, to your mind, to your soul.

it's overwhelming enough, to have the love of your life return home to you after more than two years of being so, so far away from you.

overwhelming enough to see that he has changed so very much, to see that suddenly the sunny, sweet boy you'd fallen in love with has become a fire, a hot searing flame that's ready to sweep you off your feet and singe you, burn you with his kisses and his touch.

but right now, you can't even think clearly about it all — because fuck, fuck, fuck, he's sliding his fingers into you, and it feels even better than you thought it would.

“sh—shoyo,” you whimper, cheek pressed to his chest as he shields your body with his, just in case. “wait, wait — didn't mean right now, i—”

“hush,” he hums into your ear, thumb gliding up to find your clit, and when he presses into the sensitive bud, you can only obey and hush — pressing your lips shut tight to prevent the gasp of pleasure that builds in your throat from getting away.

the café had been pretty quiet and peaceful when you'd both walked inside, and even as you ordered from the counter and brought your trays to the back booth — but suddenly, you're so afraid that people might come and see. afraid that a waiter might come over and see.

“sho—” you try, but he shushes you again, and you feel so hot, it's all so sudden you can't think.

“couldn't wait, sunshine, 'm sorry.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you even closer, and you feel a little cramped as he tugs your legs even further apart, fingers sliding knuckle-deep into you. “was thinking things the whole time, you're so gorgeous now, can't wait when you're so hot.”

“i—” you whimper again, grabbing his shirt and curling it in your fist. “me too, shoyo, me too.” there's an impatience in the both of you that was hardly satiable when kept apart from eachother, but now, with the two of you like this, there's no way to keep it at bay.

the stretch of his fingers in your cunt is impossible. so much compared to your own fingers, so hot and hungry compared to the toys you use (ones he'd bought and sent home to you during his time in brazil).

he fucks his digits into you like he's been dying to do this to you, like he's desperate to hear those pretty sounds you make in his ear again, like he's been thirsting to make you cum like this forever.

you're going to hit your orgasm so quick, you can already feel it.

you're going to cum slumped in the back booth of this little café, that you'd visited so long ago on your first date with hinata. this little café where you'd first kissed him. this little café where you'd had a valentine's day brunch with him, just two months before he left.

“shoyo,” you can't help the moan that slips out, pussy only clenching around harder his digits when you see the way his eyes cloud with lust upon hearing your voice. “shoyo, shoyo — gonna cum.”

you hope nobody hears you — and you hope that if they did, they'll stay the fuck away and mind their own business, and let hinata take care of you.

you need it. he's so warm, so hot, and he's fucking you so good with just his fingers — thumb rolling your clit just fucking right while he curls his fingers into your velvet walls, giggling under his breath when your pussy squelches messily each time. 

“that's right, baby,” he coos, kissing your hair. “cum for me. nice and hard, mkay? else we might hafta try again.”

his voice cracks so well at just the right moment as he says it — and you don't know if it's the zap of need that courses through you at the sound of his voice breaking, or if it's just the bliss he's giving you with his fingers that makes you cum instantly, but you do.

your pussy wraps around his fingers so tight — your own hand flying up to clamp over your mouth and muffle your cry, as your body finally unfreezes and you crash into your high.

knees knocking together and squeezing hinata's arm between your legs, you fall lax against the leather seating of the booth — cushioned by his body because he still has his other arm secured around you — and you cum. “fuck, shoyo.”

“that's good,” hinata encourages, his whisper hot in the shell of your ear. “fuck, so messy. so messy, baby, how do we clean you up?”

you can't help it — and he's making it worse, curling his fingers in, knuckles digging into your walls as he tries to go even deeper, never relieving the pressure he's out on your clit, god— “shoyo, fuck, fuck.” you’re afraid you might shatter into a million pieces right there on the damn seat. you haven’t had someone else touch you in a long time, and getting an orgasm ripped from you like this is almost too much. “sho—shoyo, please.”

“please, what?” he giggles, still unrelenting, like he’s missed having you like this, like he really can’t be a good boy and wait until you get back home before he eats you up and makes you his girl all over again, for the first time in years.

“not here,” you say breathlessly, gulping down the cry of pleasure that springs up your throat when he lets go of your clit for a moment, only to flick his thumb at the ravenous bud again. “not here, please. i can’t—”

“can’t what?” he asks, almost impatient. he bites at your ear, and you feel so fucking hot, so dizzy with pleasure, but you can’t. not in the back booth of a god damn café, where you could just be caught with MSbY’s newest outside hitter fitting his fingers into your starving little cunt.

you grab his wrist and tug, giving him the most serious look you can with all the stars in your eyes. “can’t be like this, shoyo. not here. please? wanna go home. want you in me. at home.”

his lips pull downwards into a disappointed pout, but he only presses his body closer to you, hot and heavy, his weight so new on you. “you promise t’ let me fuck you like this in your bed then?”

the fact that he can make you blush harder with a few words even as he’s got your pussy full of his fingers is astounding, really. but you feel your face heat up as you nod, telling him you promise. you need it more than him. you need him so, so fucking bad.

with a delighted laugh, shoyo pulls away, almost too quickly and you’re forced to stifle the needy whine you want to let out because you know he’ll be on you again in no time if you act like that. he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on your slick, eyes dulling with lust as he gets a taste of you. “let’s go, then. we can have this date later.”

“wh—what about our food?” you can’t even ask before he’s getting up and pulling you to your feet. he gives you a quick kiss, and your eyes widen when you taste yourself on him. god, it’s almost embarrassing.

“i’ll pay for it now, we’ll tell them we’re coming back in a bit.” he grins at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you up against him. “i can think of something else i’d like to eat right now.”

by the glint in his eyes and the lingering taste in your mouth, you know exactly what he means the instant he says it. and you can’t help but blush again. god, he’s such a fucking charmer. “mm, alright. let’s go then.”

“that’s my girl.”

[kissforyouu]

97 / jjk

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut , fluff

warning : back riding 🤭 , missionary , NAILS digging into his back , rough sex , masturbation , he watches her , switch!reader , switch!jk , name calling , p*ssy spanking

a/n : BACKKK!! hai :) this was kinda rushed but i hope u liked it 😭😭

unedited.

You want him so bad.

Your eyes stare at him, your boyfriend — God, your amazing hot boyfriend whom you love so so much — who was making himself a cup of coffee. Jungkook was shirtless and only in a pair of sweatpants. He knows that this type of outfit makes you go crazy, and that's exactly what you're feeling right now.

You doubt he did it on purpose though, he's usually shirtless at home and plus, he's been very busy lately. Very busy as in barely finding time for you busy. True, you did find it annoying, very annoying. But you also understood what he's currently going through.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you watch your boyfriend place a small kiss on your temple before going back to your shared room. He was currently working on a few work matters and busy of course.

You form a pout, staring at the pathway leading to your shared room as your nails tapped on the cushion on the sofa. Your train of thoughts end up on how Jungkook's big broad back looked. His shoulders wide, back muscles and biceps stretching whenever he moved his upper body. Jungkook had a muscular body, everyone knew that, but oh god his back and arms made you want to salivate.

Please you just want to claw your nails onto his back while he ruins your cunt rough.

Without even realising, you had been scratching the sofa with your nails, your mind imagining it's his back. Your thighs were obviously pressed onto eachother, trying to reduce the feeling of the small heat forming between them. Please not now, Jungkook's working!!!! You think.

Your eyes wonder around the room, trying to stop yourself from just getting up and fleeing to your room to beg Jungkook to take time off of work and spend it on you instead. But the pool between your legs just continues to grow.

You give up. You're up on your feet now, making your way to your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open, you see your boyfriend laying on his chest with his computer on the bed. He was shirtless and his back was fully exposed, giving you a perfect opportunity to just go sit on it.

His eyes shift to you, an immediate smile forming on his lips.

You walk inside the room, getting on the bed as you land a big fat kiss on his cheek. Jungkook giggles in return, his adorable bunny smile showing. You continue pecking his cheek over and over again, having a giggling man next to you in return. You move forward to press a few kisses on his temple, hand flying to grasp his hair so you could turn his head to wherever you wanted.

"Hmm? Want something?" Jungkook asks. He knew what was up.

"You." Bold.

Jungkook chuckles, his tongue wetting his lower lip. You look at the exposed mole under his lips as you place a small peck on it.

"Please. I want you."

"Mhm? That bad?"

"Yes, that bad."

"I'm working, baby."

You immediately groan, your shoulders falling down to the bed. But that was until you got an idea.

"No, you don't have to do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Want to try something new."

Jungkook raises his brow, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him what it was. But you never say anything back, instead sitting up on the bed as you climb over to sit on his back.

"Baby—"

"Shhh."

You run your fingers through his hair a few times, knowing how much is soothes him. He hums, eyes closing to relax onto his touch.

You look at the mirror in front of you, looking at the way his arms flex as he is supporting his body up by his arms. Fuck, your boyfriend is so hot.

You twirl a strand of his hair, leaning down to press a kiss on the nape of his neck. You trail your kisses down his spine, feeling the heat in between your legs pool even more. You sit back on his back, feeling your clit land directly on his back. You feel your pussy clench around literally nothing. Fuck.

Jungkook stays silent watching everything you're doing through the mirror.

You get off of him for a moment to take your shorts off to be left with only your baby blue lace panties.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, eyes glued to the evident wet patch on your panties.

"Fuck, did I make you that wet, baby?" He groans.

"Yes, you did"

You sit back on his back with a small giggle, hands caressing his shoulder blades as you slowly start to circle your clit on his back.

Jungkook feels it, immediately letting out a groan. He looks surprised, but he should know better, you always liked to surprise him.

"Shit, this was what was on your pretty little head? My dirty slut."

"Mmhm"

Your pace was slow, you were taking your time with him. Slow, sensual and teasing. Jungkook's eyes were glued to your body through the mirror. Your breasts were squished in your tight little tube top, bouncing everytime your body slightly moved.

"It feels good..." you sigh, fingers running through Jungkook's hair as your clothed pussy continued to gently grind against your boyfriend's back.

Jungkook's eyes never left your body. He felt dumbfounded. It was so hot, you were so fucking hot and he could not get enough of you. You were bold and you always knew your needs. And you always made sure you had your way one or another. He loved that about you.

"Shit..." you circle your hips on a specific spot, your middle finger slipping inside your soaked panties to touch yourself. You press onto your nub, arching your back so that your crotch is laying fully on his back.

Jungkook's jaw drops at the sight, eyes wide.

"Baby, you're gonna make me go crazy" He breaths out.

Letting out a low chuckle, you jokingly punch the top of his head lightly.

"Don't you have work to do, hmm?"

Before he could answer you, you start circling your middle finger on your nub, slightly tugging onto the skin of your lower lip.

"Ah, fuck."

To Jungkook, your moans sounded angelic. It was his favourite thing to hear, ever. He could literally just get off to the sound of only your moans, he's even confessed that before.

He hums, gulping down his saliva down his throat.

You pull your fingers out, covered in your arousal, you guide them upto his lips. Jungkook happily wraps his lips around your fingers, taking in the taste of your arousal. He devours it, tongue swirling around your fingers to make sure he's gulped down every drop.

Fuck, you swear the sight just made you even wetter.

"You're so good for me, Kook"

He releases your fingers with a pop as you retrieve them back.

Jungkook groans back, already missing the feeling of you in his mouth.

You lean forward to pamper his face with a few more kisses, your hands massaging his shoulders.

Without a warning, Jungkook suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed onto the bed with his body hovering over you.

You quite literally moan at the sight. He was so big. Big, everywhere. Jungkook's broad shoulders tower over you, his muscular arms caging you between his thighs.

"Pretty..." He murmers, fingers twirling one of your curls around.

"Hm?" You hum.

You spread your legs wide for him to see the clear wet patch on your panties, your clit aching to be touched. Jungkook meanwhile loved every second of your desperate little attitude. He took in everything. The way your hair laid sprawled on the bed, a few curls here and there on your shoulders, your top halfway riled down with almost all of your breasts spilling out and panties oh so obviously drenched.

He bites his lower lip as he looks at the small pout forming on your lips. Jungkook coos, lifting your chin up with his fingers as his hand immediately wraps around your throat. He chokes you, not too hard but definitely hard enough to let you gain pleasure from it.

You let out a small groan, focusing on the tightening feel on your throat. And before you expected it, Jungkook's hand lands a small spank on your pussy. Then another, another, another, another and another. Each spank make you want another more, and honestly, you just wanted him to touch you. You didn't care where but as long as he had his hands on you, you were content with it.

Your breath hitches once you feel him slide your soaked panties to the side, exposing your sweet pussy to the cold air. Jungkook grins, fingers coming in contact with your folds to spread your arousal around.

You whimper, watching him just play with your cunt. He touches you the way he likes. He makes sure to take his time with you, teasingly rubbing you here and there but never fastening his pace nor trying to get you to come.

It's torture in a way, but you didn't care, just needed him to touch you.

His fingers almost enter you. Ane oh god, he's driving you crazy.

Jungkook pulls his fingers away from you heat to lick them clean as he also releases your throat. He spits on palm to land his palm right on top of your glistening pussy to smear it all around again.

Shit. He made you beyond horny.

You run your fingers up and down his chest and torso in the meantime, eyes fixed on his hard boner. Jungkook's hands leave your body for a moment, causing you to whine at the loss - but he gets back to you asap with his cock now sprung out, standing tall and hard.

The sight just made you salivate even more.

You were so ready to sit up and just gobble his cock down, but Jungkook clearly had other plans as he pushes back you back on the bed with a chuckle the moment you sit up on the bed to take his cock into your hands.

"You're so impatient and needy, ____"

You groan - annoyed - but also sort of embarrassed at him pushing you back. It shows how much power he has over you, mentally and physically.

He grabs hold of both your legs and hoists them up, pulling you a bit closer to his body so that your thighs meet his.

Jungkook looks so good like this in this position. Hovering over you, your lower body pressed onto his, cock sprung out and leaking with pre cum.

The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, his hand grabbing his cock to jerk himself a little. You watch him attentively, jaw fallen down which makes Jungkook let out a small snortle.

You both were so so whipped for eachother.

Jungkook sighs at the pleasure, feeling himself harden even more. He passes his thumb over the leaking head, smearing his pre cum around. He gives himself a final pump, letting his cock go with a sigh.

You wait for him to touch you again, patiently, eyes showing eagerness. Jungkook guides his cock to your entrance, making sure to tease you even more by guiding the head of his cock everywhere but your entrance.

You still stay silent, not minding the teasing at all. Again, you just wanted him to touch you. That itself was enough. You really were that needy.

Once Jungkook finally decides to cut the act and push himself in. You gasp, feeling his length in you, stretching your walls out a bit. Fuck, it felt so good, and he wasn't even fully inside yet.

You close your eyes, letting Jungkook take full control over you. His hands caress your ass cheeks, softly pushing himself inside. He's been inside you way too many times, but you never adjust to his size. He's not too big, but he's big enough for you and oh god if he got any bigger than this, you would quite literally split in half.

Once he's fully in, he taps your hips, asking whether you want him to start thrusting inside.

You groan, hand on your tummy.

"Fuck, just fuck me!"

Jungkook laughs, immediately starting to move his hips. His thrusts start animalistic from the start, fucking me with no mercy. He doesn't give me time to get used to his thrusts, but continues to fuck me for his own pleasure. I liked it so much.

He maintained his phase, hands holding your legs apart to make sure they don't close. Your hair was a mess and your arms were thrown over your head, lips in between your teeth as you let Jungkook take full control in fucking you.

Your body was his to love, touch, fuck.

The sounds you made weren't the screaming type of loud, but they certainly weren't inaudible either. It was perfect.

You whine as Jungkook lean down to burry his face in your neck. This way, he can find a better angle and also it was comfortable for him.

"Ah! Ah!" Your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. Your nails were digging onto Jungkook's back, scratching it whenever he hits that one spot.

You were so sure that there were marks left by now. You expect to see scratches all over Jungkook's back after. He enjoyed it as well. He enjoyed looking at the marks caused by your nails on his back.

"Kook, you're fucking me so good, baby! Don't stop, don't stop—"

You moan out loud, nails digging onto his muscles more.

"Yeah? Right here?" He circles his hips around this specific spot that made you clench around him repeatedly.

You let out a long moan, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck! Kook, I'm cumming..!"

Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, moaning with you once he feels your cum coating his cock.

He continues to slam into your pussy, a white string of cum attaching your pussy and the tip of his cock once he pulls out. Jungkook moans at the sight of your swollen pussy, completely ruined and red, glistening with your cum.

Without wasting another second, his hand jerks himself off and spills his load all over your stomach, some even landing on your breast.

His cock hangs low, softening by seconds while you and him catch your breaths.

Jungkook's hair was sticking onto his forehead, his body golden - glistening with sweat.

He huffs, touching his hair to make sure they're parted. Jungkook leans down to place a little kiss on your lips, another, then another.

"Satisfied?"

"Yes."

[artinvain]

could you maybe do something about Abby with a breeding kink, calling her daddy and also primal sex😩 thank youu

needed an excuses to be a needy strap drunk whore :)) thank u

cw: slapping, squirting strap, “daddy”, squirting, breeding kink!!! lactation kink (?) — men, minors, agless blogs dni or follow - you will be blocked!

“what do you want baby, tell me what you want,” abby mumbles into your pussy. her fingers don’t let up and neither does her tongue as she fucks you, her broad shoulders between your legs. “please daddy, god - feels augh- ,” your words slurred as abby rubbed your gspot —fingers curling as she sucks sloppily at your clit.

“I know baby, must feel so fucking good - cause fuck this pretty pussy feels so good sucking me in,” she cooes, her other hand cirling your thigh and spanking your clit so she can soothe her tongue over your throbbing clit.

“fuck sweetheart daddy can’t wait to stretch you out, god — and fill you with my cum,” she moans feeling you clench around her — “aw you like that huh? want daddy to put a baby in you?”

you groan as abby suckles on your clit again and you cum, rocking your hips against her. you pull on her hair, yelping as she moves her head side to side, not letting up as your belly tightens and your thighs close around her shoulders. abby keeps going, fucking you through your orgasm and her fingers seemingly slipping deeper into you, abby groaned around your clit as she taps on your gpsot, her mouth following your clit as your hips hump and grind against her face. “daddy oh fuck, please I can’t,”

abby nods against you, “yes you can honey, fuckin take it, gotta get you ready for my cock yeah?” her tongue goes back to rolling against your clit “m’gonna cum - you’re so fucking deep mmmh- daddy,” you whimper your eyes rolling back in your head as you cum again. abby satisfied to see you huffing and twitching, your hands grabbing at her as your back arches.

“please want — need you inside please abby-“ the smack across your face shouldn’t make you moan the way it does, abby soothes her rough hand over your cheek “nuh-uh baby that’s not my name,”

“m’aorry daddy,” you whine and abby chuckles and eases a thumb into your mouth letting you suck on it desperately and then replacing it with the sticky fingers that were inside you, cupping your head and cooing as you gargle on them.

“good fucking girl, look at you — my dirty little slut, oh my god,” abby mewls at the sight of you, your mouth full and drooly, pretty eyes wide and watery as you stare at her with furrowed brows - your hips bucking up into her.

“fuuck you like gagging on daddy’s fingers?” abby moans watching you swallow around them and then smearing that wetness against your cheek with a smack, “answer me - you like sucking my fingers?” she asks, her other hand wrapping around your throat.

“yes daddy,” you whine, your hands scratching her back as she kneels between your thighs. “tell me what you want honey” abby groans, rubbing a lubed hand over her strap as she leans over you and lines herself up.

“beg f’me sweetheart,” abby cooes, the head of her cock stretching you out, a gentle hand on your knee, “want you to beg for daddy’s cock,” she chuckles as you whine, bucking your hips up into her

“please please I want you to fuck me daddy want you to make us mommies - fuck baby into me,”

abby moans sinking all the way into you as you yelp and whine, “oh god, my dirty fucking girl,” she groans and you yelp “s’big so big daddy,” you whine, your back arching as you grab for abby. tears welling up in your eyes at the stretch, the way the tip of her cock is spearing into your gspot.

“so pretty when you cry,” abby yelps as she pulls back and pushes into your wet and gummy cunt, “swear I can feel you - fucking sucking me in so deep baby,” she cooes, “you’re so tight, christ,” abby starts to fuck into you, gripping your hip and grinding her hips into you. “god my pretty’s pussy just crying for me, listen to how wet you are baby s’pathetic”. you groan eyes rolling back in your head as you jerk cumming, surprised by the pleasure.

“oh my god did you just cum?” abby smacks your cheek as you pant and shudder. “fuck you really are pathetic, so sloppy for my cock,” abby’s chuckle turns into a moan when she hears how much wetter you are.

“fuck, m’gonna fill you up, get you full- fuck- full of my cum oh my god” abby’s strap is pressing against her swollen wet clit as she grinds into you, a hand on your hip and your throat as she lets you rock against her.

“rub that puffy clit for me baby, wanna watch you go stupid,” abby moans as you do, your whimpering getting more frequent, “wanna feel your cum inside me please please,” you gasp and groan gutturally when abby’s strap pools warm cum into your cunt.

“daddy m’cumming mmhfuck-“ you shudder as abby fucks toy through it, “that’s it baby, so good for me — look so pretty cumming all over my cock-“ you gargle on a moan as abby takes over rubbing your clit, your hands trying to push her away weak and overstimulated with pleasure.

“want it to take baby,” abby whines, her hips snapping of their own volition letting more cum spill into you as she cums, her clit throbbing as she fucks into you. your babbling reduced to “daddy” and “thank you,”

abby moans, shuddering against you “oh I got you baby, you’re okay - just feel good for me yeah, my good girl” she moans and pulls out gently, watching you shudder, eyes scrunched shut and mouth perpetually open as she stuffs three fingers into your puffy pussy, moaning at the feeling of your clenching around her

“still so fucking needy,” she moans, watching her fingers come back glistening in your wetness and her creamy cum, abby leans in to suck at your clit and moans at the flavour of your cum and her cherry flavoured mix in her mouth.

“one more for me sweetheart, wanna make you cum just one more time,” you yelp your thighs closing around her hand and still she fucks it into you, “fuck can’t wait to see you all full of my baby,” abby moans “tits full of milk, m’gonna help take care of mommy’s tits too,” her thumb is rubbing your clit until she can feel you spurting onto her hand and, your thighs as you squirt.

“that’s it baby, good girl,” she moans, finally satisfied with herself now that you’re fully immobile, your hands still fisting the sheets as you tremor but your legs fall slack and abby pulls you up into her arms.

“did so good for me baby,” she moans, her hands running over your body as you sigh and melt into her.

🤪🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @emiliabby

[heehoonies]

I mean,Jungwon having a big package would be a pleasant yet frightening surprise

Like wdym this kitten is huge?

ik this isn't what you asked for necessarily but i wanted to write kitty jungwon and his barbed cock so this is what u get

and NO the barbs aren't painful like they are for irl cats. they just make it feel more snug by attaching to the walls. THEY DON'T PIERCE THE WALLS THO DON'T WORRY our dear reader is very safe with his barbed cock :3

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“mm, my pretty kitty,” you smile up at jungwon who towers above you, ears twitching as your eyes bore into his. his gaze shifts around the room, failing to meet your eye, shyness crashing over his form. you bring your hands to his belt, fiddling with the buckle lightly. “gonna be a good baby for me?”

jungwon nods, quiet purrs leaving his barely parted lips as his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your gentle hands dangerously close to his aching dick.

“so pretty, wonie…” you whisper, making his belt go slack as you now tug at the button of his jeans, unzipping the denim quickly. your body flushes at the feeling of his length already hard, pushing against you through the barrier of his pants. you silence your mind as you pull his jeans down. the imprint of his bulge is already making your head spin, jungwon being way too big for the way he's acting right now, and you haven't even taken him out of his briefs yet.

the sensation of your delicate fingers ghosting over his impossibly hard length makes jungwon groan, his purrs growing louder and vibrating through your body now, traveling between the place where the two of you are connected.

you pull his underwear down just low enough to allow his cock to escape, the sight before you ripping a groan from your throat. your eyes are wide as you stare longingly at his length, wetness brewing at your core. you squish your thighs together to hide your overwhelming arousal at the sheer size of him.

jungwon has a fucking monster in his pants.

your mouth starts to water, drool nearly spilling out. jungwon watches you with confusion in his gaze, growing more embarrassed.

“i– jungwon…” you sputter, unable to tear your gaze from his length before you.

“what?” he squeaks, and you grow wetter at the fact that he’s confused in this moment, completely unaware of the effect he’s having on you.

“fuck, won… y-you’re huge!”

jungwon watches you with a confused expression, finally noticing the signs of you being unable to contain yourself. “i-i didn’t know…” he confesses, and he watches a gasp leave your plump lips at the sound of his voice reaching your red tipped ears.

“oh my god…” you whisper, finally tearing your gaze from his dick and looking him in the eye. jungwon notes how the fire in your eyes is gone, filled with something completely new, an emotion that he’s all too familiar with.

submission.

a switch clicks in jungwon’s brain as he studies your quivering form, thighs squished together to prevent your wetness from leaking out any further. his ears twist inquisitively, smirk growing on his lips. “you like what you see?”

you nod dumbly, mouth going dry as you see a different look in his eye, accompanied by a now swishing tail, watching you like you’re his prey.

“oh, my baby has nothing to say now, hmm?” the gravel in his voice has you whining aloud, pleading eyes gazing up at him, unsure of what you’re even begging for.

jungwon places one knee onto the bed, trapping you from one side. he leans down and the proximity has you racing to crawl backwards. he shifts forward, looming over you as you scramble backwards until you reach the headboard with a small thud. “nowhere for you to go, my pretty baby.”

you whimper, lip quivering into a pout as your slick begins to seep through your underwear and through your shorts, making a wet patch on the bed beneath you. jungwon inhales, the scent of you permeating his space easily, the essence of you seeping into his bloodstream easily as his dick twitches.

jungwon is quick to tear the offending fabric off of your body, throwing the garments elsewhere. your heat pulses from the sudden exposure to the cold, the contrasting sensations sending shivers through your body. jungwon feels electricity buzzing beneath his skin as he surges forward, further invading your space. his angry tip bullies its way inside your fluttering hole, ripping a scream from your body.

“fuck! jungwon, hold on!”

“can’t wait any longer–” jungwon groans as he pushes his length further into your hole, throwing his head back at the tight squeeze of your wet walls surrounding him. “you can take it.”

your entire body shakes, overwhelmed to the highest degree as it feels like he’s moving in slow motion, everything is too still around you as your walls never seem to get used to him, not budging at all as he presses further inside. jungwon stills for a moment after he’s pressed himself to the hilt, petting your hair gently in a way that’s almost patronizing.

“see? told you you could take it.”

“jungwon–” you groan, hole stinging as it tries to stretch to accommodate his length more comfortably. something shifts, and you somehow feel they’ve gotten tighter all of a sudden. “what the fuck agh!– w-what is that?!”

jungwon leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss, one you can’t reciprocate due to the further stretch due to his sudden movement, the lean causing him to press further, nearly kissing your cervix. “ah fuck!”

“one thing about cat hybrids, baby…” jungwon ghosts his lips over your own, trapping warmth between your bodies. your fluttering walls feel tighter than before, all thanks to the barbs on his length. “they’re always gonna be the best fuck of your life.”

[bunicate]

Alhaitham making his little sister ride her stuffed toy for him! grinding her pussy on one of her favourites as she whines about how it’s gonna ruin her favourite stuffie!

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི incest. infantilization. handjob. brief blowjob. pillow humping ﾉ 18+

“this is so unfair .”

you’d cross your arms if they weren’t currently occupied. reluctantly, one hand knits into the bedsheets to keep yourself in place. the other commits to slow sensual strokes of his cock, timed with the messy ruts of your pussy, defacing the once pale pink bunny.

the innocent stuffed animal with beady eyes, now the color of mulberry from your arousal, was ruined. if you didn’t know your big brother so well, you’d easily miss the subtle flicker of mirth in his blue-green eyes.

“how is it unfair? I'm playing with you just as you asked.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but its merely an undignified expression when the stuffed bunny's hard nose pokes your clit.

“t-this is not — hmmph— what I meant.”

his eyes lower and the side of his lip upturns. it’s not audible, but he’s laughing at you. you’re certain of it, and his cock only hardens in your grasp.

“y’got me ruining mr.cuddles. . .” you grumble.

“I can buy you another.”

a curse dies on the tip of your tongue just as frustration settles from his retort. the last thing you want is to add to your torment. as promising as it could be, al haitham had an immeasurable amount of self-control.

he’d wring your little cunt dry, and you don’t think you could handle much more of his teasing, but god, the poor creature was soiled.

you know how much embarrassing you arouses him and you sure don’t miss the pre-cum that deliciously clumps at the tip of his member. you know it’s at your expense because he throbs within your palm.

his fingers, veiny and all encompassing, cup the back of your head, slightly tugging at the roots of your hair.

it doesn’t hurt, but there’s enough pressure to signal his intolerance of your potential defiance.

“enlighten me. tell me what you meant.”

your head lolls back, staring at the scribe with tears blurring your vision. you thumb his tip and whine when you feel a dollop of his warm seed land on your thigh.

“when you told me you wanted to play, let me guess . . . did you mean on . . . my cock ?” 

theres a swirl of something you can only describe as unadulterated desperation at his show of mockery. there’s a sardonic glint as he soaks in how pretty you look jerking him off.

you nod stiffly. “u-uh huh.”

but he only feigns pity.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it ?” he reaches down to grip your backside. he lifts you slightly and sees crystal strings of wetness connecting from your cunt to poor mr.cuddles.

“look at that mess,” the scribe whispers, and that only fuels your need to bury yourself under your sheets.

“this isn’t what you wanted and yet, you’re dripping . . .” he shakes his in farce disappointment, “but nevertheless, let’s problem solve.”

he lets go of you to stop your hand from stroking his leaking member.

he firmly grabs himself, pumping his swollen cock slowly — roughly, until a pretty coat of pre-cum envelops his tip.

he points his throbbing appendage towards your mouth, pressing it towards your quivering lips. he wipes his head messily around the surface until trails of slick begins to glisten.

you physically resist the urge to suck and swallow even when the faint taste of salt drips on your tongue.

there’s a deep hum when you meet his wanton stare.

“would you have more fun if I put my cock in your little mouth instead ?”

you mewl. god, you can smell him. it’s a rich and musky scent mingled with a woodsy vanilla.

your mouth collects spit as he continues to drag his fat tip down the seam of your plump lips.

his cock is just as pretty as the rest of him. it’s wide with an odd number of veins running down his length. it wilts from its own weight despite being so hard.

his eyes glaze over, chuckling before he answers for you, “yeah, of course you would,” he murmurs. “you’d suck it just like how you suck those lollipops.”

al haitham rubs at your scalp, dragging your head so his member slides against the opening of your mouth. by now, you’re panting like needy pup with your tongue lapping up the underside of his cock.

“what if —“ his eyes flicker down to between your thighs, “I put it right here ?”

his fingers skillfully slide past your overstimulated clit to nestle in your little hole. you breathe out a loud sigh of relief when they slowly sink in, stretching your tight walls.

“h-haithy. . .” your mouth parts as meek cries fall from your sweet lips, breath fanning his dick.

“oh, what cute sounds. is this what you want ?”

“mhm. . . I dooooo,” you drawl.

your hand tangles around his wrist. it was a brave action, but he didn’t seem to mind. you were insatiable at this point as you unabashedly hump his thick fingers, chasing your own pleasure.

“I wan’ it, h-haithy. need your cock inside me.”

slick sticks to your thighs and your cunt audibly squeezes around his digits until he suddenly halts his movement.

“what do you do when you want something ?”

you sniffle, “u-use my big girl words.”

al haitham gives you a subtle look of approval.

“precisely.”

he falls silent, giving you a chance to speak but you remain hushed at first. rather, you’d let your actions allow him to draw his own conclusions.

you pull away to position yourself on your back, his fingers slipping out of your warmth.

he watches you closely, anticipating your next move.

your arms come behind your knees, revealing both of your pretty holes. delicate fingers part your puffy folds like pages of his books, displaying the gaping hole he was moments away from fucking.

with pursed lips and gleaming eyes, you ask just like how he taught you.

“big brother . . . can you please make me cum on your cock ?”

your tight pussy clenches around nothing, pushing out a stringy rivulet of creamy white.

there’s a crack in his composure.

al haitham effortlessly pulls his shirt over his head. his strong abdomen on display flexes with every breath he takes. it’s intimidating how stalks towards you, inching towards the bed with purpose.

he’s eager to mount you, his sweet little sister with a perfect ass, and a fat wet cunt he’d milk over and over again.

[semperamans]

HEAR ME OUT: I just read the Jhonny smut and I writhed in happiness, IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME, on the other hand, something now circles my little head at that part "just like Benny taught ya" EHMM????? yeah, I need that.

I BEG YOU CLO

somethin’ of a prequel to this <3 hope u enjoy :’)

the sun’s goodbye is long n’drawn out as she traipses through the sky. she even stops at your place; peeking through the windows, spying on you and benny as you lounge atop your pretty flowery sheets. benny thinks you look like an angel; hair splayed over the pillow, eyes bright, smile soft, but then again an angel surely wouldn't ask what you just did. he goes quiet - too quiet - and now you’re embarrassed. you turn shy at his silence, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth, tuggin’ your body into a sitting position, turning your chin toward the ground.

“jus’ wanna be good for ‘em.” you reason in a voice that is no louder than the wind whispering through the window screen n' just audible above the delicate whip of your white curtains. "will you teach me?"

an' there’s somethin' about the vulnerability in your voice that makes benny wanna get closer to you, so he does. you just look so cute, all slouched defeatedly beside him: eyes downcast, lashes fluttering to keep tears away, that he has no choice but to reach out: cuppin' your jaw in his calloused palms, makin' you look at him.

“pretty,” he breathes the nickname johnny calls you n’it feels good; all light and airy on his tongue. the adjective has you sitting up straighter - preening and proud and staring at him wide-eyed and mesmerized. benny doesn’t know how it's possible but his love for you grows; stretchin' over his face in a passive smile. “baby,” he clicks his tongue against his teeth, sucking in a breath. “i jus’ dunno if i can do what you’re askin’.” but he wants to. he really fuckin’ wants to. the mere thought makes him giddy and hard and it shouldn’t because, fuck, regardless of what has happened in the past, you are johnny's girl. n'yeah, sometimes benny doesn't know who he is more jealous of, but that's beside the point. he can't do this - shouldn't want to do this - because johnny isn't here and everything he's done with you has been supervised by the older man. those spit-soaked breathless declarations of love grunted into the plush of your lips was okay'd by johnny. the lingering touches n'drunken late-night cuddles were approved by johnny and surely this isn't what johnny meant when he had benny promise to help you when he was out truckin'. it feels wrong, but benny can't help but see it as an opportunity. what was that his momma was always rattling on about never lookin’ a gift horse in the mouth? maybe the real life equivalent is never turnin’ a pretty girl down when she asks you to teach her to give a fuckin’ handjob.

“jus' wanna watch, s'all." your voice is garbled; shame clogging your windpipe as you shake your head, nuzzling into benny's palm, pressing a kiss to his heartline. "jus' let me watch." those big wet eyes soften as he scrapes his thumb along your bottom lip, collecting spit and chapstick on his journey n'he'd love nothing more than to pop the digit in his mouth just to get a taste of you, but he can't. he shouldn't, but then you're movin' closer, naked knees kissin' his, chiffon nightgown riding up your thigh and he knows he's fucked. "johnny'd be okay with it. loves you, y'know? n'plus, you know 'em better than anyone. you'll know what he likes.. what to show me." you're right - of course - benny does know exactly what johnny likes, and, shit - the old man's birthday is comin' up. if benny can teach ya the proper way to jerk a cock then that'd be somethin' of a gift, right? johnny's own gift horse.

he's also never told you no n'doesn't plan on starting now.

“alright,” he concedes. “i’ll help ya.”

your tears have dried, but your nose is still red n'benny can't help but smile at the way excitement practically drips off you as you watch him. you're sitting on your feet at the foot of the bed, hands folded nicely in your lap, waiting oh so patiently.

"what's got you obsessin' over this?" he asks, situating your fluffy pillow behind his head. he's trying to act like he's calm and cool n'not at all like he's about to cum in his fuckin' pants at the mere thought of jerking himself off with you less than three feet away. a soft smile plays your lips, shoulder kissing the underside of your jaw in a shrug.

"jus' feel like i need to get better at it," you have that breathless lilt in your voice - the one benny fuckin' adores - and he's already so hard it hurts. he's already so hard he's embarrassed, but you're such a respectful girl n'your eyes never wander past his neck - not yet anyway. "n'you're so good to me, benny. so good. figured you'd be the best person to ask." his cock twitches at your words, hips jumping at the soft tug of skin on cotton, n'he's ready. knows he won't last if you keep lookin' at him with those bitten-red lips so he goes for it.

"alright," he says. this is fine. "m'gonna - i guess - just - you know."

"touch yourself?" you ask, head cocked to the right like a goddamn puppy and he has to bite back a moan. you're too cute to be sayin' things like that - voice too soft, so sweet.

"yeah," benny nods, swallowing hard. "jus' gonna touch m'self. n'you can watch." he looses a breath, tells himself to calm the fuck down, and centers his attention. "johnny's always liked when ya - you know - press on 'em through his jeans." n'so benny does just that, palm now delivering delicious friction on his cotton covered dick. "never wanna do it too hard, just - fuck - just a little bit of pressure." you hum in acknowledgment, leaning forward just a bit. such a good listener. "s'jus' somethin' you do to get 'em goin' - warm 'em up." but benny is more than warmed up - his engine is fucking overheating - so he quickly moves on, poppin' the button with his thumb and index finger expertly. he slips his ringed hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, grunting at the dull tug of his rough hand against his smooth shaft.

"s'okay?" your voice is so sweet n' sugary that benny wants to sink his teeth into it.

"s'too dry. gotta make sure y've got some kinda lubrication. y'know? makes it nice and slick." like you benny wants to say, but doesn't. he withdrawals his hand, spits into it, and pushes the sloppy mess back into his shorts. "wanna - mm - wanna make sure it's nice and wet, yeah? could hurt 'em if you don't have enough spit on there."

"okay," you repeat, nodding. then, "can - benny can you - maybe, take 'em off? please? jus' so i can see?"

"can you take 'em off for me?" no no no he shouldn't have said that - should'a just stayed quiet - but you're undeterred. sweet face bright, head nodding fervently as benny retracts his hand and lets you delicately tug the fabric down down down until his cock is springing upward, smacking wetly against his stomach.

"wow," you murmur "s'pretty," those eyes peer up at him shyly, n'he has to look away because it's too much. he can't teach you how to jerk anyone off if he cums in the first two minutes. he's gotta get it together, but it's hard. your eyes meet once again, your smile grows when he thanks you n'pinches the round of your cheek.

"will you keep going? keep teachin' me?" you make no move to return to the corner of the bed, instead, you stay right where you are, knee wedged into the outer meat of benny's thigh. he certainly can't stop now.

"yeah, pretty. yeah. okay." his cock is so reactive to the cool air wooshing in through the window, so reactive to the sweet girl staring at it, that it weeps. precum oozes from the tip; seeps into the gentle divot of his belly button and over his knuckles. it's hard to hold back, but he does because he's good to you n'good to johnny. which reminds him, "whenever you grab 'em, don't wanna do it too tight. don't be squeezin' too hard, not at first, 'kay?"

"m'kay benny."

"just wanna - do it - like this." he demonstrates, curling his fingers 'round the base, stroking up gently. "n'johnny likes when ya twist your wrist, just - god - like this." the spit and precum make his cock glisten - make the stroke from base to tip that much more pleasurable - and you look starstruck; mouth hanging open, pupils following up and down and up and down and -

"benny can i try?"

he moans - too loud - too obscene for the quiet of your room. the mere thought of you watchin' is enough to make him bust, let alone you putting your hands on him. he lets out a shaky breath, and starts to tell you how that is not a good idea, how you shouldn't, how he doesn't want to coat your freshly painted nails in cum, but he doesn't. he doesn't say anything - just nods his head.

you wiggle closer, scoochin' between his thighs and he's not going to make it. he knows he simply will not make it out of this room alive with the way you're leanin' over him - inspecting his cock like you've never seen one when he knows you have. and then - jesus christ - you're holding up your hand, spitting into it the way he taught you and circling your fingers just above the mass of curls near his balls.

"oh fuck."

"m'sorry." you squeak, instantly letting go, but benny is thrashing his head to the side. grunt tearing from his throat.

"no, baby, god, s'okay. doin' good. g'head. do it again. move your hands, little faster."

and you do and it's so good - so talented you are. grip not too tight, just right. your little fingers are coated in his precum and your combined spit and he almost forgets why you're doin' this - for johnny - so you can learn for johnny.

"flick your wrist right - yeah yeah - right there each time, baby. fuck. s'good. johnny's g'nna be so proud of you. g'nna do so good for him. make 'em feel so special n'good." benny s'never much of a talker but he'd fucking write sonnets if it meant you'd keep your fist wrapped around him. you're pullin' noises out of him that you never knew he could make n'so you just have to ask

"s'this what johnny sounded like when you learned on 'em?" and benny almost chokes on your words, but they only seem to spur him on; warmth coils in his belly, brushes against his balls, and settles deep in his cock.

"god, yeah." he remembers so clearly it fuckin' brings tears to his eyes. "b-but i think y'gonna be better than me, darlin'. got such a - jesus - good grip. look so pretty tuggin' my cock." benny's golden halo of curls spreads across the pillow as he tips his head, relishing in the repetitive schlick of skin on skin. you're makin' these cute little preens he's only ever heard through the wall when you’re with johnny and fuck fuck fuck it's coming. he knows it's coming, can feel his balls drawing up, feel his breath quickening, warmth spreadin' through his every artery.

"gonna cum, baby. fuck. gotta show you - oh fuck - whenever i tell ya, need ya to put your mouth on it? 'kay? no teeth, keep strokin', yeah? be a good girl. do it for me? for johnny?"

"yeah," you murmur. "yeah. okay, benny" you keep your grip firm as he fucks into your fist. he's desperate. you never thought you'd use the word to describe benny but he's so desperate making all of these pretty sounds as his legs twitch and shake; as he calls you beautiful and pretty and perfect.

"fuck, now. now. now."

you're great at following the rules - johnny always tells ya - so you bend, wrapping your lips around benny's tip, allowing him to fuck into your fist and mouth as he paints your tongue with his seed. it's dirty and euphoric and everything. you are everything to benny. everything as his world is diminished to nothing and he’s born again.

"c-c'mere." he pants, after a few moments. he doesn’t wait for you to act on your own; strong hands grab your forearms, pulling you up, pressin' you against his mouth. he can taste himself on your lips, sweet and salty and he can't stop. he licks and licks and licks until any trace of him is gone, until he thinks he can taste johnny. until he can't breathe. "s'a good job, baby.” he shudders. “johnny's gonna be so happy."

and he is.

it's many days and handjobs later when johnny finally stumbles into the darkened house, stopping to catch you as you fling yourself on him. n'god, it's good to be home. good to feel his sweet girl so warm in his arms. his scruff scratches your neck as he breathes you in, n'he can smell it. smell him. benny.

"you were right," you breathe, smiling wide. "benny taught me."

"n'how'd it go?"

"let me show you."

[princessbrunette]

rafe whos proud of u for being the bigger person for once ?? maybe in an argument w someone u are always the one throwing tantrums but for (once) u decided to keep the rage to urself and rafe is js so proud :(

🧁ಇ.ೀ

arguing with a friend over text was juvenile — rafe thought so anyway, but he also supposed that a girl like yourself wouldn’t wanna handle all her business face to face, or with violence such as he would.

you’d been in endless conflict lately. what about? he couldn’t tell you, but everyday it was a new argument with one of your friends which lead to a total, utter meltdown which he had to calm you down from. you didn’t take well to being accused of things, you didn’t like being treated poorly and you hated feeling misunderstood. that’s what he’d gathered from these out bursts anyway, usually explained through muffled babbling as he holds you tightly to his chest. you were like him in a sense sometimes, couldn’t control your emotions. however instead of lashing out, you just were a total cry baby.

he’d found you like that when he’d arrived home, being able to hear it all the way from downstairs. he sighs, jogging up the stairs to find you pacing his bedroom, phone tightly clutched infront of you, letting out loud sobs with your eyes glued to the screen.

“whats— what’s all this what’s going on?” rafe pauses in the doorway, dumbfounded and practically gaping at the fact this was happening again. you sniff harshly, voice high and defensive like rafe was the one attacking you.

“she said i’m a bad friend and i’m disloyal but you know i’m not you know i try—” you cough, and rafe walks in, setting his sunglasses and keys down on the dresser.

“who? same girl who was givin’ you trouble yesterday?” he squints, leaning against the dresser as he watches you pace around, an upset wreck.

“yes.” you whine, bringing a fingernail to your mouth as you continue to cry, reading over the message.

“alright, okay so what are you gonna do about it? ‘cos this can’t keep happening everyday baby you’re — you’re not in high school anymore.” he pushes, almost unable to believe for once that he was the voice of reason.

you think for a long time, letting out a sad sob as you lock your phone and drop it onto the bed, wiping your eyes. “be the bigger person.” you repeat his words, words he’s been encouraging you to follow since the first argument. it was difficult, you refused — and he didn’t fight you too hard on it. being the bigger person is hard when you’re being unfairly attacked.

“yeah? come over here.” he opens his arms and you drag your feet over, snivelling and pawing at your eyes. “its hard, alright? if anyone knows it’s me. but you’re… you’re so much better than these girls okay they’re nobodies. trust me. you’re doin’ a good thing kid. believe it.” he gently bats your hands away so he can thumb beneath your eyes instead, cupping your hot wet face with large coarse hands.

“not in high school anymore.” you repeat his words, voice raspy from your own crying and he nods slowly, eyes wide and intense as they stare into yours. he really wanted to get the message across.

“right. you’re a big girl now. time to do big girl things, yeah? when you’re with me, you—you can let all that shit go and lemme take care of things. but when it comes to your friends they’re just immature little girls and you gotta step up. like me, yeah?” he points to his chest in a quick succession of taps. “like daddy.”

you nod in his grasp, exhausted from it all. “okay.”

it’s then he lets you melt against him, cradling your body to his chest and rubbing your back with the wide expanse of his hand. “okay. i’m proud, don’t forget that.”

🧁ಇ.ೀ

[erwinsvow]

i was thinking… what if they’re in topper’s jeep with the top off at a gas station and they’re parked over in the corner with a tree over the car so it’s darker (very descriptive but i have a vision🙏) and rafe and shy!reader are in the back seat waiting for them and she’s totally horny bc rafe is looking too good so she’s hanging on him practically in his lap and he’s like well you wanna be all over me you can suck it while you’re at it WOOF sorry😞

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/750586177405485056/i-feel-shy-asking-butttt-can-we-get-more-cock

oh my god why r u saying sorry this is so YUM i gobbled it up just like shy reader gobbles up his dick

you don't know where kelce and top went—don't really care either. on the way from the party to another party, they'd opted to pull over in a dark parking lot to pee and go grab more beer from the liquor store across the street.

they had mentioned something about getting back in the car and driving, but rafe had told them to walk, and you think they'd listened. tingly from the spiked seltzer you'd had at the first party, you feel just tipsy enough to clobber over rafe the second the two boys walk away from topper's jeep.

crawling into rafe's lap, you hurry to press your mouth to his, the tiny dress you had worn (though a little out of character for you, rafe hadn't been able to keep his eyes or hands away from you all night, so it had been worth it) getting pushed up. rafe kneads the fat of your ass, and you grip his shoulders, pressing your already too-wet pussy onto his dick.

you're sure to leave a mark on his pants, for some reason you can't stay away from your boyfriend right now and you feel every part of you throb with anticipation.

"c'mon kid, wait 'til we get home, huh?" rafe pulls away to breathe the words, but you don't give him an answer, leaning back in for another kiss.

"don't wanna wait-" you mumble when he pulls away again.

"they're gonna be back any minute."

"it's okay, we'll be quick," you insist, pressing hot, wet kisses to the column of rafe's neck, hands traveling down to his belt and unbuckling for him. his hands move quickly to yours, halting your motions. with his grip as tight as it is, you couldn't move if you wanted to.

"hey, c'mon. not like this, behave." you pout, still on rafe's lap and still making yourself comfortable—refusing to get off until he makes you, though you know he won't.

"do i have to?" you ask quietly. looking at rafe with your big, wide eyes, you think you can sense his resolve crumbling. "maybe i can make you feel good. it'll be fast, won't it?" your eyes travel down to his belt, the bulge right underneath.

"shit, kid. fine, if you're so needy. jesus-"

getting as comfortable as you can, you lower your mouth down, knees pressed against the seat and ass in the air while you take out rafe's dick, spitting on it first and putting on an obscene show—you hollow your cheeks and suck in as much of rafe's dick as you can, two hands stroking whatever you can't fit.

you keep going, sucking harder and flicking your tongue over the head until rafe bunches up your hair in his fist, guiding your mouth up and down while you look up at him with glassy eyes and wet cheeks. when he finally pulls you off after a few minutes, you cough and try to catch your breath.

"you okay, baby?" he asks, but you don't answer, going right back for more. you were right—it doesn't take long at all. as soon as rafe stares at your heart-shaped ass in the air and the pretty eyes looking up at him, paired with the noises you make while choking on his dick, he cums into your mouth. like always, like a good girl—you swallow, catching your breath and moving to wipe away the tears on your face.

rafe beats you to it, cleaning you up with his thumb while you smile up at him. he's leaning in for a kiss when you hear it—talking, and then.

"are you guys done yet?"

[gvnvks]

holding zb1 boys’ faces … !

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: gladiator by jann

> note: thank yall sm for the notes on my latest post !! its really motivating ����🏻 im also working on a lot of requests rn + thinking about doing some smau so yall will be FED 💯 requests r still open but not for long, so if u want to request u need to be quick quick !!

김 jiwoong.

he’s soo confused

enjoys the touch, but can’t help but wonder if something happened for you to act like that

it’s literally not like y’all touch 25/8

nah but really

“what?” poor boy is soooo confused 😭

hides your hands in his

man is so giggly

he looks at his whole world and you look at your whole world

turns his head a little to kiss ur palm…

enough omgggg

장 hao.

homeboy freezes

like literally his whole body just straight up freezes

asks if you need something

he’s kinda embarrassed idk 😟

kiss his moles pls

his face will literally cover in blush

he’s so cute stop rn

he takes ur hand off of his face and leans in to kiss ur cheek girl bye

pls pls pls do it more often to him

성 hanbin.

has the BIGGEST grin EVER i swear to god

he goes a little “oh” and just giggles ……. lawd have mercy.

looks really deep into your eyes like y’all having some kind of a deep convo

like boy it ain’t that serious

but he’s just so in love omg

“you’re so cute” NAH HANBIN YOU’RE THE CUTE ONE HERE

he peppers ur face in little, feathery-like kisses

please where can i get boyfriend like this

he leaves some wet marks (😟) on ur forehead but you don’t mind cause he’s the most adorable human ever

석 matthew.

now bffr

he is the one to cup ur face every now and then

not u

but if the roles swapped one day and you’d be the one holding his face

boy would get so confused

cause girl what the hell are u even doing

like… it’s his job

nah but being fr now

he would be so happy 😭

like literally he would be full of the joys of spring for the rest of the day

he’s so grateful for u ‼️

girl u better keep this man

despite all that he probably has the calmest reaction of them all

probably cuz yall all lovey dovey on a daily basis n hes kinda used to it already

김 taerae.

okay now

he’s literally head over heels for you like

just as hanbin, he would simply go “oh”

has literal hearts in his eyes

and im not even joking

he just stares at you

with that wide smile of his

u can basically see if he brushed his teeth this morning 😭

he would brush his thumbs against ur palms… girl

his heart is literally pounding

have u ever seen a man that’s more in love than him

no u haven’t case closed

리키 ricky.

i know ricky may not seem like it

but i feel like he would be very affectionate

like

maybe not physically

but he will definitely assure you he loves you with his words

and also with gifts sometimes cuz young and rich and allat yk yk

so

when u place ur hands on the sides of his face

at first he gets really confused

then literally just melts into your touch

whispers some i love yous

kisses ur temple. thats what i said.

hes so shameless girl goodbye

hes just so lovable

김 gyuvin.

i dont know but i feel like he wouldn’t be that big on skinship?

i mean yeah of course he enjoys your touch but like

too much of it sometimes can overwhelm him

and you know that

but he was so cute and kissable today that u just couldn’t resist

and simply just

cupped his face

poor boy has never been more embarrassed in his whole entire existence

also the confusion added to it

cause like why so sudden

“are you okay?” NAH ARE YOU OKAY GYUVIN

pls kiss his nose… pls.

YOU CAN HEAR THE WAY HIS BREATH HITCHED

he will basically be embarrassed to look at you for the rest of the day

but don’t get him wrong tho

it’s because he’s so in love with u

박 gunwook.

okay now we’re talking

who would resist holding that pretty face of his

literally no one

asks the most random questions cause he’s so flustered 😭

“are u hungry” “am i missing our anniversary”

okay… its not like yall couple and can hold each other any time without particular reason 💯

takes ur hands and just

kisses your every finger

he goes like thumb *kiss*

index finger *kiss*

all the way to your pinky

also lightly bites on some of them cause he’s random like that

this is so cute

he’s so baby

한 yujin.

cute baby

very cute baby

squish his cheeks

he would be so dramatic if you’d do that 😭

“stop” AND HOMEBOY WOULD JUST GIVE YOU A BLANK STARE

but don’t stop tho pls he really didn’t mean that

he’s just so surprised by the sudden touch and like

he doesn’t know how to react

his heart just goes boom boom boom boom but like one million times faster

and you can tell by the way his ears and cheeks turned bright pink

but this shade really suits him

so do it more often pls

gvnvks © 2023

[joaniscruzing]

could u do one of hazel where u guys meet in the fight club and she’s super shy and then when you guys end up… getting ur freak on she ends up being really dominant and shameless🤗 preferably her eating u out but maybe strapping u????

I actually had so much fun writing this y'all. I'm going to try and get chapter 5 of stars between us out later tonight so def stay tuned!!

Summary: Hazel invites you over your house after your first meeting of fight club to give some pointers, and y'all get freaky✨

Contains: top!hazel, bottom!reader, dom!hazel, praise kink, cunningulus, fingering, strap-on, tit play, spanking, aftercare

When you went to greet PJ the first time you went to fight club, she pulled you over to Hazel, so she could share some notes with you and help you through your first meeting. She agreed to be your sparring partner for your first day, and to go easy on you. Honestly, she was really sweet about it. You could tell she was shy though. She would apologize every time you yelped in pain, not being used to fighting others for fun and whatnot.

“Hey, um, if you’d like, maybe we could, like go over my house? And I could give you some pointers for next meeting?” Hazel asks, looking down and playing with her rings.

“Sure! What day?” you look at her, smiling.

“How about tomorrow?” Hazel asks.

And that’s what happened. The next day, you went to Hazel’s house. You wore some biker’s shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. She opened the door, smiling. She looked you up and down, taking you in.

“Nice outfit,” she remarks after at least three seconds of staring at you. She allows you in her house. The two of you go up to her room.

“So how are we going to do this?” you ask.

“I guess, just, spar until we’re tired? I’ll make us food afterwards as well.” Right after, Hazel pushes and pins you down on the floor. With all your strength, you’re able to escape her grip and pin her down. After, she kicks your hip, holding you down in a death grip. As much as you try to fight back, you’re unable to escape. You look up at her, her big blue eyes, and two chains hanging over your face. You look at her mullet-rocker-shag hair, and how it’s messy, either from sleep or from wrestling, you didn’t care.

You didn’t realize how goddamn hot Hazel was. I guess she noticed you staring at her, because, while still holding you down, she leaned down and whispered in your ear, “you must really like being under me, huh?” you shake your head furiously, denying the hot feeling you were beginning to get between your thighs.

“If you didn’t like it, then why are you blushing so much? Huh, honey?” She releases you from her grip as you sit up.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, as low as possible. You nod eagerly, to which she cups your face and kisses you. As the two of you continue kissing, you straddle her lap, to which she moves her hands down your waist and to your ass. She squeezes it, causing a moan to escape your mouth and travel into hers. You put your hands up her shirt, to which she accepts your touch. You unbutton her oversized shirt, revealing a simple black sports bra underneath. You pull off your t-shirt too, to which Hazel stops kissing you to marvel, wide eyed, at your tits.

She removes your bra and takes both of your tits in her hands. “You’re so fucking sexy, honey,” she praises before taking one of your tits in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around your nipple, sucking on it, and kissing it a few times before moving to the other.

“Can we move to the bed?” you ask. Hazel nods, watching you prop yourself up with your elbows while on your back before hovering over you. One of her chains ever-so-slightly brushes against your lips before giving you another kiss. She kisses her way down your body, muttering sweet praises as she kisses down. Every ‘you’re so perfect’ and ‘so sexy for me’ makes the wetness between your legs more apparent.

“Can I take these off?” Hazel asks, looping her thumbs through the waistband of your shorts. You nod, to which she takes them off and throws them across the room. She puts her head in between your thighs, putting your legs on her shoulders, as she kisses your inner thighs. She gives you a few hickeys on your inner thighs, licking the areas to soothe them, before finally reaching your core. She raises an eyebrow to how your panties are so wet.

“All wet for me, huh?” she says, looking up at you. All you can do is nod. She kisses your clit through your underwear, causing you to tense up a little bit.

“Hey, honey, you’ve gotta relax, alright? We can stop if you want. I want you to enjoy this.” You nod as Hazel takes off your panties. You take a deep breath and relax.

“You’re doing perfect, pretty girl,” she praises before running her tongue up and down your folds and circling around your clit. She teases her middle and ring finger before inserting it inside of you, curling at your g-spot. You let out a loud moan to this, pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Is that good, baby?” All she gets after this are some loud moans in response. She picks up the speed, causing you to shout her name. “Let me hear it, baby. Let me know I’m doing good.”

“Hazel, I’m gonna cum,” you whine as she keeps fingering you, as well as still licking and sucking your clit. She picks up her speed, hearing your noises get louder and louder, before abruptly stopping. She removes herself from in between your legs. You whimper and beg for her to finish you off, but she has her mind set off of something else.

“Patience, darling. I want to see you ride and cum all over my strap,” she admits, adjusting her strap.

“Where the hell did you get that?” you ask, surprised that Hazel even has a strap.

“Oh, PJ got it for me as a ‘gift’ for secret santa this year, in case, in her words, ‘I ever get some puss.’” You tilt your head, believing Hazel, since that is something PJ would definitely do. You stand up, waiting for Hazel to sit on the bed, and you follow. You use her toned stomach as a place to put your hands and steady yourself as you take the six-inch dildo. She watches you, wide-eyed and amazed at how well you were taking it in. You begin to bounce up and down on her slowly.

“Taking me in so good, huh? Such a good girl for me, huh?” she praises, before thrusting into you. She begins to thrust into you more as you keep riding her, slapping your ass once or twice too. She senses you being close to your climax, to which she grabs your hips, and guides your movements on the dildo as you reach your high.

“Come on, baby. I know you can do it. You know how fucking sexy you look right now? Ass bouncing on my thighs, and those beautiful tits in my face. You’re fucking perfect. Come on, cum for me, pretty girl.” As Hazel continues to praise you, you release all over the dildo, and Hazel keeps thrusting into you, wanting you to feel every last bit of pleasure possible. You go limp, bending over to kiss Hazel before trying to rest on her.

“Hey, you gotta go pee, pretty girl. We can rest after. I’ll even make you some food, that sound good?” You nod and get off of Hazel, going to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. You put on some clothes again.

“That was… really good.” you admit. Hazel looks at you, smiling stupidly and blushing furiously.

“I really liked it too. Now, what do you want to eat?” Hazel makes the two of you some sandwiches, that you both gobble down, absolutely famished from your activities. After, you and Hazel cuddle in her bed again and watch a movie, lazily making out throughout. However, the end of the day does come, and your parents are expecting you to come home.

“Can we hang out again?” Hazel asks you at the door.

“Why don’t we go on a date or something? Like for real?” Hazel nods excitedly and gives you a goodbye kiss, waving as she watches you leave her house, not going inside until she can no longer see you.

[mattsturnioloismylordandsaviour]

BETTER THAN ME? - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and obsessed!chris are fucking in the back of your boyfriend!matt’ car while the two brothers are in the store

warnings: cheating, almost getting caught, smut iggg

you and chris are in the back seat, making out as your straddled on top of him. matt, your boyfriend, and his brother nick are in the store.

“i missed your lips,” he tells you inbetween kisses. “thanks…” you reply. your left hand moves from the back of him, and onto the warm bulge in his pants. he breathes in a sharp breath, interrupting your kiss. he smirks, his eyes still glued onto you. “can i?” you ask, staring back at him with wide eyes. “mhm.” he replies, biting his bottom lip and staring down at you caressing his hard member. he starts unzipping his camo pants, but you stop him. “chris, you know i want to but matt could turn back any minute…”

“please.” he asks, with the most persuasive eyes, you just couldn’t resist. “mmh, fine.” he smiles, practically ripping the zip open and digging his right hand in his boxers, his left supporting your waist. he holds his massive dick in his hands. “oh, my god…” you didn’t even realise you said it out loud but, he was huge. “what, you like it?” you reply biting your lip, “yeah.” you only had shorts on, so you pull them, along with your black thong, to the side. chris pulls you on top of him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slips his veiny cock inside you. “oh, chris. you’re so big.” he thrusts his hips up and down slowly, his throbbing rod piercing your insides. he just loves the way your wet walls grasp tightly around him, making the car steam up with a mix of your gasps and sensual moans. “you look so perfect, bouncing on my huge dick.”

he compliments you, leaving you blushing and grinning looking into his blue eyes.

“mhmm” you reply, sitting back with chris still deep inside your sensitive pussy. “i want more, mommy” you look up at chris and are met with his needy eyes, slowly humping you hinting at another round. “i want to fill you up, baby.” his eyes full of lust, a grin started to grow on his face as you nodded. you began thrusting your body against his wet shaft, your head leaning back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. then all of a sudden — your phone lit up, with a text from Matt.

hey babyy ❤️ me and nick are just at checkout, should be out in a couple minutes :)

you and chris come to a stop. picking up your phone, “oh shit!” chris is confused as to why you stopped. “what? what’s wrong?” “matts coming back, like now!” you leaned over to the window, wiping the mist from you and chris’ hot breathes to see matt exiting the store with nick behind him, holding the grocery bag. you hop off of chris, leaving a sticky residue on matts leather seats. there was nothing to wipe it up with, and before you could look around to find an alternative, chris leaned down and licked the seat clean, looking up at you with a grin. “fuck that was hot,” you admitted, sitting back in your seat and buckling in your seatbelt as chris hid his erection inside of his boxers and zipped up his baggy jeans. just then, matt and nick came into the car and threw the bags into the backseat. “hey guys, what happened to the windows?” nick asks, with an inquisitive expression on his face as he turned to the backseat. “oh, nothing i was just coughing a lot.” chris says, saving you from the nonexistent answer you had in your brain. both of the brothers in the front are now distracted by matt reversing out of the parking space, when chris looks over at you with a smirk and a cheeky wink. you are wondering, what will he do next?

HEY GUYS THIS IS SUPER SHORTT IM SO SRRY MY TUMBLR GLITCHED AND I LOST HALF OF THIS AND JUST DONT HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO RECREATE THE WRITING BUTTO KEEP U FROM A PT3 FOR SO LONG BUT P4 IS GONNA BE SOO GOOD AND LONG (pause?!?!!!)

@wannabesturn

[charlottecutepie]

hi Lizzy, sorry to bother you but can I request for a Henry X reader? My man lacks content about him :(( it can be about anything I don't mindd

⋆୨♡୧⋆ Henry Emily x fem!reader smut blurb

author note: thank u for this request love! don't know why but breeding kink + size kink is henry, also him having a dad bod is canon for me. also important: the way i imagine henry is by @kcokaine_ on twitter

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, size kink, softdom!henry, jealous!henry, but he tries to hide it, william is an asshole, public sex, breeding kink, missionary, established relationship, Henry’s dilf bc i said so

William has no shame, Henry realized that a long time ago. Especially when he found out that William was cheating on his wife. William doesn't have a shred of damn shame when he lets himself touch you. When he literally fucks you with his eyes. When he tries to give you fucking compliments. Henry rarely experiences such feelings of anger and jealousy. Henry hates himself for his gentle nature and for not being able to punch his friend right into his face. Especially when the pizzeria hall is full of children and their parents as they have no idea what a disgusting asshole William is.

Of course, Henry could have waited until he got home and made love to you there, fucking you so good that you'd have forgotten William's name. But there's always a but. Today Henry wants William to know that you don't need anyone's else's cock but his.

When Henry warned you that his hands were big enough, you just laughed and softly pushed him into his broad chest, that was a joke, right?

But you're not laughing when you feel how true his words turned out to be. Not just the hands, but in fact the whole Henry. His physique is far from athletic, this man isn’t so young anymore and doesn't really keeps his figure, but damn, these muscles that reminds so much of his youth, dad bod, wide shoulders and his damn tall height, you're nearly whining. Now you realise what he was talking about (or warning?), there's only one of his fingers inside you, but it feels like all three. You're wet, incredibly horny and dripping, but it doesn't make it any easier. Henry looks into your eyes, and then his gaze falls on your pussy taking his finger. He frowns, he doesn't want to take out his anger and jealousy on you at all, he just can't do this to you, he loves you too much, so he tries to do everything gently and slowly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper to him, your eyes filled with nothing but desire. Henry looks up at you and then crushes his lips on yours, as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He kisses you softly and sensually, with all his love and affection he have for you, for his girl. Without taking his mouth off yours, he adds another finger and you pull away to make a loud moan, but Henry literally shuts you up with his palm.

“Remember you can't be loud, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he thrusts his large fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. “you can take it.” his low and dominant, but soft tone as he speaks quietly only arouses you more.

You desperately nod and he puts his hand off you, now holding one of your legs open to prevent you from closing them. All this time he stares into your eyes, watching your face and reaction. His thick digits stretch you open just good, making you shiver. Henry curls them slightly, rubbing against your soft spots until you moan, pressing yourself against his hand shamelessly. “Henryyy—” you whine, your pussy clenches around his finger, so fucking wet and responsive.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, pulling his finger out with a wet sound and rubs your swollen clit. You moan again, arching your hips towards him, begging for more contact. “need to taste you, princess.” he says raspingly, pressing his finger on your little bud.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly, making his way slowly towards your core. You whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit, your legs twitch in pleasure. Henry holds you firmly as he eats you out, he's kissing and circling your sensitive bundle with his tongue. It feels too divine, too fucking good and you can't hold your loud noises, biting your own hand. “Ohh, please—” you cry out as he buries his face deeper into your needy pussy.

You're trembling as your hand grips the edge of the desk tightly, mouth open as you pant heavily, trying your best not to scream. He greedily laps at your slit, sliding his tongue all over your aching hole as it clenches around nothing, but Henry makes sure to fill it with his finger and it makes you see stars. He hums into your pussy, sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you. You arch and shiver pathetically, your brows furrowed as your face confronted in pure bliss. Henry fingers you slowly, making sure to prepare and stretch you out perfectly for his cock. Every lick sends ripples of sensation throughout your core, he knows damn well how to make his girl feel good.

“Tha-that feels so good, anngh. . .” you bite your lower lip till nearly blood as Henry makes out with your pussy, so fucking messy, but he looks like he's too drunk to care about you trying to push his head away from overwhelming pleasure. “waittt!” you feel so close, especially when he finger fucks you so slow and gently while pleasuring you with his tongue. “'m gonna cum, Hen—. . . Fuck!” Henry groans, pulling away only for some seconds just to spit on your sloppy cunt before attacking it with kisses again. You taste too sweet.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs, incoherent as he never really stops eating you out. “be my good girl.” for a moment he flashes you a small smile and you almost whine from how hot he looks, his chin cowered in your slick and hair messy. You smile weakly in return and when he thrusts his finger deeper adding to that sloppy lick on your clit, you feel your orgasm approach you. You moan and you don't give a fuck how loud that sounds, but in secret Henry is damn happy as you let that fucking William know how good your man makes you feel.

Your head spinning as you breathe heavily, chest rising up and down when Henry looks at you with drunk face expression. He stands up and takes your face into his hands, giving you more possessive than soft kiss now, letting you taste yourself. That's filthy, too much, Henry isn't like that in other people's eyes. Only for you.

He trails his kisses down your neck and finally reaches your breasts, he kisses both, touch them and fondle them and groans at how perfectly they look in his big hands. Henry sucks on your nipples, all this time fucking your dripping pussy with his fingers, never wanting to hurt you with his size, he knows you're a big girl and you'll take him, but he prefers to avoid any kind of pain. He tries to relax you to maximum. But what he doesn't know is that you're already too needy and hungry for him, wanting something more than just his fingers.

“My sweet girl.” he calls you while he holds you by the waist and slides his cock all over your hole, his head full of thoughts of these freak stares William gave you this evening. He's soft and sweet with you, reminding you of a fluffy teddy bear, but what happens inside his head and how blood boils in his veins from insane jealousy - that's what you don't see and Henry thinks it's for the best, he'll never show that side to you. “so wet for me, want to feel that cock stretching this tiny pussy?” he literally goes feral at the thought of his cock filling you.

“Please, Henry, i need you,” you look into his eyes and your pathetic sight does something to him. Henry gets himself comfortable between your legs, he caresses your cheek as he can't stop looking at how pretty his leaking tip looks rubbing on your clit. He knows he must be gentle and he tries his fucking best.

Henry starts sliding inside you, all this time holding your waist and watching your face for any signs of pain. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, just like that.” your eyes widen at unexpected feeling, it's not like you two never had sex, but every time he's inside it feels like new. You think you'll never get used to his size. You look at his dick filling you and your pussy clenches down around him as he buries himself deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you try to accommodate to that thickness inside you but not when you feel his thumb making its way to your nub. Henry rubs his thumb in slow, circular motions on your swollen clit as he continues filling your tight cunt. You moan softly beneath him; reaching to lay your hand on his, which working on your clit, while letting out a contented sigh. You two fall into a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into your passion.

“Auhh— your so deep inside of me,” you throw your head back, whimpering loudly as every inch of Henry stretches your soppy pussy. Henry thrusts a little bit harder and your breasts bounce slightly which seems like a sweet invitation to him. He presses his lips to your nipple and pulls it, and then licks and sucks, groaning how good you feel.

“This little pussy taking me so well, you're such a good girl, honey,” Henry mutters as he starts thrusting a bit faster.

You throw your leg around him, pulling him deeper into yourself as you cry out for more; wanting to feel every inch and vein of his cock. He hides his face in your chest as he groans at your warmness and wetness around him, your juices making the most beautiful wet sounds as your bodies slap against each other.

“You feel so—” you choke on your own moans as Henry pumps his thick cock faster, you feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you. “awhhh fuck!”

“Just like that, princess,” his lips finds yours in hot kiss again, your eyes flutter closed. “look at you, taking me so well, all pretty and full of my cock. That's where your meant to be, honey, under your man, ughhh, being fucked nice and good. This little pussy, ogghh fuck!” his voice breaks into a loud moan when your cunt tightens once again at his dirty words. “this little pussy belongs to me.”

Your lovely eyes filled with sweet tears of pleasure. “love you, i— awhh, i love you, daddy!” Henry is used to you calling him that when you fuck, although you rarely do because you're still shy. But what you don't know is what effect that word has on him. He's literally going insane, and thank god Henry knows how to control himself, otherwise your pussy would be absolutely ruined right now. Henry doesn't know what he found in that word. Apparently, it still awakens something in him. No, of course, he loves his daughter very much, the only one, he cherishes her. Whenever he sees how much you care about her, he gets some. . . obsessive thoughts. But it feels so fucking right; the idea of expanding your family, watching you blossom into a mother. Would he like to give Charlie a brother or a sister?

Would he like to make you a mom?

Henry gets so lost in his dreams and fantasies that he doesn't even notice his crazy pace and your hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you look so beautiful it drives him crazy. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer, kissing him again. Kissing him like it's the last time. You hold him close to you and when Henry pulls away to moan again because of how amazing you feel, you press your lips against his forehead and give him soft kisses, asking him to go harder on you. Henry doesn't listen to you, you don't know what you're asking for. If he'll go harder on you. . . Henry sighs, slowing his thrusts. You don't wanna know what'll happen.

Your tight soft walls grip his cock as he bullies your insides, his hand moves down again and he circles your clit nicely and gentle. You rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to cum, to feel him finishing inside you. Because Henry always pulled out before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tip reaches your cervix and you feel close, so fucking close especially with how he stimulates you using his fingers, rubbing and flicking your little clit. “dont p-pull out,” your tone nearly sounds like an order as you feel Henry ready to pull out. He freezes in place and looks at you, breathing heavily, confusion on his face. “want you to cum inside—” you barely finish your words as he plunges deep inside your pussy much rougher and harder than before, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

If he'll cum inside you, if he’ll get you pregnant, William will definitely notice it. He'll see that you're carrying Henry's baby under your heart. Henry thinks, what will be the reaction of everyone's beloved Mr. Afton? Anger, jealousy? Perhaps envy? William has such an envious nature. Henry's smiling, William has always been jealous of him. Henry have the best daughter in the world, the best girlfriend- almost a wife? Henry always takes the best.

“I'm close, sweetheart,” he tells you, his cock sinking deeper inside you and his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts messy, meanwhile you squirm and moan underneath him.

“Breed me— Ahhng, Henry, breed me!” you beg him and and that's the end for him, Henry fucking whimpers. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking and he can't control his loud groans as he spills deep inside of you. It feels too good to stop thrusting inside your cunt as he overstimulates both of you, you cumming on his cock while he fills you up, pumping you full of his cum. You grab on him when he pulls out a little. Watching his cum drip out of your little hole, he sighs and fucks it back in, not wanting any drop of him to ooze out of you.

“You're such a good girl, princess. . .” he whispers, kissing your nipples and holding you in his big hands. If Henry was a dirty pervert like William, he'd send you to William right now so he could fucking see his best friend's cum trickling down the inner side of your thighs. But Henry isn't like William and there's no way he'd do that to you. Probably only in his dirtiest and darkest fantasies.

[philistiniphagottini]

🙂‍↕🙂‍↕ good morning nagi, with ur wuwa requests open please don’t forget to prioritise yourself, and take things at your own pace <3.

with that, i wanted to put in a request and ur welcome to change up the prompts or character 🤗 ‘was thinking maybe prompts 50, 64, 66 with geshu lin + female reader please? or calcharo – whoever you see most fitting. and maybe with slight predator / prey undertones.. there’s just something about putting a big and scary man in his place that... 🤭🤭 thank u nagi, even if u just read this! we love u 🫶😊

Hi, thank you for all the love Anon, I really appreciate your kind words. I am going to do my best with taking things at my own pace and try not to let requests overwhelm me again. But thank you for sending in a wuwa request, I decided to go with Calcharo but I basically know nothing about Geshu Lin and I'm too terrified to even attempt to write him. I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun~

Smut Prompts

50 + 64 + 66

cw. smut, light bondage, fem dom, pussy job (i don't like the term but it's the best way to describe what the hell is going on) hand job, female reader, MDNI

“What are you looking at?”

A coy smile curled on your kiss swollen lips in response to Calcharo’s question, his voice rumbling in his chest and vibrating against your fingertips. You leaned further against him, his bare, searing flesh warm under your naked thighs as you sat perched in his lap, knees beside his hips as you rested more of your weight against him. Your eyes roved over his form lay bare beneath you, chin balanced in the upturned palm of your hand as you drank in every intimate detail. Calcharo liked to act like he was unfazed by this encounter, but you knew him well enough to spot the cracks in his facade. 

Dots of sweat beaded on his forehead, long locks of silver hair framing his flushed cheeks as he stared up at you with lidded eyes. The pupils were blown wide with lust, fair lashes fanning over his burning cheeks as his bruised lips parted around soft pants. His fingers knotted in the fine silk binding his wrists to the headboard, nails threatening to start tearing holes in the fabric of the crude tangle keeping him tethered to the bed frame. All it would take was one simple twist of his wrists and he could free himself. But he wouldn’t. Not yet at least. You liked to think that he was secretly enjoying this, completely at the mercy to your every whim and fancy. It’s something that you mused as his achingly hard cock twitched between your supple thighs, the drooling tip resting between the cleft of your arse cheeks as thicks pearls of pre-cum smeared against your boiling skin. 

“I’m looking at you, Calcharo” you replied. “Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

A soft groan stirred in Calcharo’s throat, his cock twitching as the wet head slapped against your skin in impatience. He swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, Adam’s apple bobbing with an audible gulp. His tongue peeked out between the seam of his lips, wetting the dry and cracked skin as his eyes darted along your body. His hands itched as you pressed your body closer, the soft curves of your body contrasted against the hard planes of muscle sculpted in his body. His hands itched to grab the pillowy softness of your chest and his teeth ached to bite into the soft flesh of your plump thighs. Your intoxicating scent curled deep in his lungs with every shaky breath he took and he could already taste you in the back of his throat. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his mind in a daze as the sight of your sumptuous body sitting atop of him slowly drove every nerve in his body mad with desire. 

“Are you just going to sit there all night? Or are you actually going to do something?” Calcharo grunted, the gruffness of his voice grating against your ears. 

The desperation seeping into the edges of his tone only made the warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach twist tighter. A soft hum bubbled up your throat as you tapped your chin in thought, cocking your head slightly to the side as you regarded the man beneath you.

“Hmm, I wonder~” you teased with a coy smirk.

You drummed your fingers along his chest, feeling his thunderous heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips as you traced random patterns into his skin. Various scars littered his torso and you couldn’t contain the curious touch of your hand as you rubbed it along his chest. You could feel him shudder beneath you, a soft pinch forming between his brow as he stuffed his bottom lip between his teeth to contain the sinful noises that tried to crawl out of his throat. Another thoughtful noise rumbled in your chest and with a breathy sigh breezing past your lips, you decided to finally relent. 

“I suppose you’ve been a good boy for me.”

You delighted in the way Calcharo’s cock jumped eagerly between your sticky thighs, his kiss swollen lips released from the grip of his teeth as a soft moan fell from his lips. You traced your fingers along his torso as you lifted your hips, sliding along his body and finding a more suitable position to relax in. Your fingers slid down his abdomen, playfully dipping into the various lip prints etched into his skin, your bright lipstick bleeding into his skin like a small garden of flowers in bloom. A pleasant shiver ripples down your spine as you slide the wet seam of your cunt along Calcharo’s cock, prompting more slick to spill from your core as pearls of your arousal dripped down your quaking thighs. Every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation as you wrapped your hand around the fat head of his cock, fingers struggling to touch around his girth as your slick pussy slid along the length of his shaft. 

You both shared shuddering gasps and heady moans, your combined noises of pleasure filling your stuffy bedroom. Your hips swayed as you dragged your wet pussy along Calcharo’s dick, his cock slipping between the delicate petals of your creamy folds as your arousal webbed on his skin. Your pussy drooled hungrily for him, your fluttering hole clenching around nothing and aching to be filled as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. You moaned loudly, soused lashes fluttering over your flushed cheeks as your hips jolted forward. You heard the bed frame creak as Calcharo tugged on his restraints, a soft growl hissing through his teeth as he watched your body sway above him. Your soft tits bounced with each stuttering thrust of your hips, the pert tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as your skin prickled with goosebumps despite the rapturous heat swirling inside of you. 

“Hmm, Calcharo” you whined. 

His name dripped from your tongue like honey, soothing your parched throat as you rolled the syllables around your tongue and swallowed thickly. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as the tip of his cock slapped against the sensitive nub of your clit, the bundle of nerves flushing to life as pearls of his arousal dripped through your messy pussy. Calcharo struggled beneath you, hips wriggling and bucking against your alluring warmth as his cock twitched harshly. The feeling of your silky lips sliding against his boiling skin made his mouth water, dazed eyes hypnotized by the rhythm of your hips as his cock split apart the seam of your pussy. You could feel him throbbing in the palm of your hand as you were jolted in his lap, almost bucked from your seat. You could care less. All your hazy mind could focus on was the boiling pleasure in the pit of your stomach threatening to bubble over. A shaky hand crawled over your chest, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you cupped one of your breasts. You heard Calcharo growl beneath you as your fingers teased and tugged at a puffy nipple, rolling the stiff bud in slow circles as you grind your pussy against him harder. 

“Don’t” Calcharo warned.

You knew how feral it made Calcharo when you touched yourself while he was pleasuring you. It made him want to sink his teeth into you and intimately rip you apart at the seams, crawl under your skin and tear you asunder with mind numbing bliss. A coy smile curled on your lips as you cooed down at him, twisting your nipple harder between the deft digits of your fingers as your eyes shimmered with mirth. 

“I can feel you throbbing” you teased. “Do you want to cum baby?”

A choked response gurgled in Calcharo’s throat as you gripped him tighter, pussy slobbering over him as his cock pulsed in your warm hand. He struggled to keep his eyes uncrossed, the tacet mark etched onto his forehead flaring for a brief, few seconds before settling once more. The small tip of his head indicated his response to your question, voice catching in his throat as his nails scratched at the fraying edges of the rope binding him. Your body started to tremble along with the bed frame as you crept closer to your peak, body teetering just on the edge. Your tongue softly lolled out from between your spit soaked lips as you rubbed the head of Calcharo’s cock against your slippery clit, pressing the fat tip against the raw nerve over and over again until one of you finally unravelled. 

Calcharo was the first to succumb, the pressure in his stomach pulling taut and snapping. He grunted loudly, your name stuck in his mouth like a broken mantra. He rutted against you, the tip of his cock kissing your clit and bobbing as it exploded with thick, sticky strings of white. The thick rivulets drowned the aching button of your clit, warm threads dripping through the silky folds of your pussy as Calcharo snarled like a beast beneath you. The searing heat against the exposed nub of your clit made the tension inside of you unfurl, bursting forth into white, hot euphoria. Your body trembled as the cant of your hips came to a sudden halt, stars wavering in your vision as your core pulsed and your veins were flooded with searing bliss. The muscles in your legs tensed as you mewled, your hips twitching forward to chase the sparks of friction that left you gasping. Your pussy clenched around nothing, nectar flowing from your core and staining Calcharo’s skin with translucent threads. Your nerves tingled like a live wire as you pitch forward, body on the verge of collapsing as the pleasure did a victory lap around your system. The sound of fine silk ropes snapping was barely audible over your pulse droning loudly in your ears, heart ready to leap out of your throat as you greedily filled your lungs with air.

You shrieked when you felt strong hands grasp your hips and your world was suddenly sent spinning. Your body gently bounced as you were pushed into the mattress, sweat soaked sheets clinging to your clammy skin as you looked around you with dazed eyes. Your arms were wrenched high above your head, the tattered remains of silk coiling tight around your wrists as your hands were bound. You were a panting, hot mess beneath Calcharo as he hovered above you, your trembling body engulfed in his shadow as he pressed closer to you. A smirk slowly crawled over his parched lips, eyes holding a predatory glint as he flashed his fangs at you.

“You had your fun, little lamb. Now, I believe it’s my turn.”

[glossysoap]

Would u be able to do a jealous frank?

say it ; frank castle

i sure can 🫶🏻 18+ MDNI

tags: jealous/possessive language, mirror sex, pussy spanking, squirting, finger fucking, marking kink, overstim/forced orgasms and moreeee

word count: 1,631

“Say it.” Frank barked in your ear.

The full body mirror that rested against the wall was faced directly towards the two of you. You were forced to stare at yourself, naked and writhing, wedged between Frank’s legs. Your cheeks were dewy and flushed, your brows furrowed and mouth panting.

The two of you were on your bed. You were sitting between his legs, back against his chest with your legs spread wide open for him. Your head was tilted back against him, leaving your neck on display for him to mark it.

So of fucking course, that’s exactly what Frank Castle was gonna do.

He took his sweet fucking time sucking the sensitive skin under your ear, growling deep from his throat at the same time. The primal noise right next to your ear sent shivers down your back, making you arch your back into his chest.

You felt him smirk against your neck. smug fucking bastard.

Just as you were about to throw back a remark, he cut you off by tracing your slit with his middle finger. He barely, just barely, dipped his middle finger in your entrance and began spreading your wetness along the outside of your lips. Your breath hitched as he expertly teased your sensitive folds. He stared at the mirror, admiring the reflection of your sopping cunt on perfect display for him.

“Say it, doll.” He whispers against your collarbone before nipping at your skin and sucking the sensitive skin. He let go with a pop before lapping at the red mouth shaped mark.

Your mouth fell open as he added another finger to tease at your pussy, his middle and ring finger now stroking up and down your slit. Slowly, achingly slowly.

His hungry, predatory gaze watched through the mirror as his callused fingers drew slow figure-eights over your lips. Frank’s brown eyes followed the languid movements of his fingers. almost hypnotized by your juices. Hypnotized by how your entrance swallowed his digits.

He withdrew his fingers, making you pout at the loss of contact only to use those same fingers to spread your lips apart. Your hips jerked up, desperate for any kind of contact, even if it was fleeting.

Your cunt pulsed and squeezed around air, needing to be filled so bad. Frank chuckled at the sight of your pussy gaping for his fingers.

“Are you that desperate to be filled? To be used like a toy?” He mocked you, his other hand reaching around to play with your tits. His fingers tweaked at your nipple, making the bud harden under his touch.

You whined at his condescending tone that only made you even wetter. Your hips bucked towards his big hand, grinding against his fingers.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give my baby what she wants.” He croons. His fingers danced dangerously near your clit, tapping the plump skin around it.

“I’m yours — fuck, my god — all yours Frank! Please!” You begged, reaching back to hold Frank closer, grasping at his neck. He took his hand away from worshipping your breasts, and moved it to wrap around your throat. Holding your throat in his big hand, he could feel your pulse thunder under his fingers.

A moan was pulled from your lips when he gave your throat a slight squeeze. He knew exactly how much pressure to use in order to make you lightheaded in the best way, without putting you in any danger. It always amazed you, and comforted you to no end, how those same hands that snapped necks and choked men out, could handle you so gently and carefully.

He moved his hand up the slightest bit so it was gripping your jaw, and tilted your head up so he could smash his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you sighed into his mouth, tongue dancing with his. You whimpered into the kiss and felt him smirk against your lips.

You nipped at his bottom lip with a moan, pulling a growl from his chest. He pulled away reluctantly, honeyed brown eyes staring deep into yours, pupils blown wide with lust.

He held your chin with two fingers and stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. You opened your mouth and took his thumb in and licked. All while still staring into his eyes, you sucked on his thumb.

“You’re a fuckin’ minx, you know that?” He pressed his thumb down on your tongue a bit, making you open your mouth. He used that opening to stuff two fingers in your mouth along with his thumb. You immediately went to work, fervently sucking on his fingers to lube them up. As you sucked, your doe eyes were staring up at him with faux innocence.

“Yeah. Yeah, you fuckin’ do.” He muttered when he noticed how your eyes crinkled in a smile. “My fucking minx. My good fucking girl.” You nodded repeatedly, humming at the praise.

Once he was satisfied with how lubed up his fingers were, he pulled them out and immediately trailed them down to between your legs.

With no preamble, he slid his middle and ring finger into your entrance, pumping and pumping. He scissored his fingers inside of you, creating obscene wet, squelching sounds that echoed in your room. You moaned and threw your head back against him.

“So fucking wet.” He groaned.

He curled his fingers inside you, searching for that specific spot that makes you break. Makes you fall apart under his fingers.

Once he hits a spongey spot that makes you cry out, a smirk breaks across his face. Found it.

“Yeah, there it is. There she is.” He crooned in your ear, fingers thrumming that spot over and over. Fingers pumping into your cunt mercilessly, hitting your g-spot every time and pushing you closer to the edge.

A knot began forming in your stomach, so full and warm and overwhelming.

Frank knew that you were almost there, almost at your breaking point and used his thumb to press against your swollen clit. He swirled the pad of his thumb against it, all while in perfect sync of his fingers curling inside.

You cried out, hips bucking against his hand. You grabbed at his muscled arms, leaving scratch marks as you tried to gain purchase on something, anything.

“Let it out, you can do it. I know you can.” He murmured, voice husky with lust. His gaze burned into you, committing your glazed over eyes and swollen lips to memory.

He added another finger in and moaned at how easily it slid right in. Your cunt was so hungry for him, so receptive to every touch that you practically sucked him right in.

With three fingers pumping furiously and his thumb still rubbing your throbbing clit, it wasn’t long until the knot in your stomach snapped and your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

“There it is! Good fucking girl.” He praised, never slowing his movements, fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm. When he continued rubbing your clit, you let out a scream of pleasure and shock.

You squirted all over your fucking sheets.

You had never squirted before. Your orgasm lasted longer than usual, cum flowing out in tandem as your cunt throbbed. You wanted to be embarrassed, really, but you were so dazed and fucked out to even form coherent words.

Before you could attempt at babbling an apology, Frank shushed you, “Never fucking apologize, doll. That is nothing to apologize for. ”

Without getting even a moments rest, his hand returned to torture your pussy. Your eyes widened and your hips jerked, trying to move away from the overstimulation but to no avail. He had you caged in with his own body as he spanked your clit with the flat of his palm, drawing a squeal out of you.

“Too much, too much, too much!” You babbled, holding his wrist and trying to pull his hand away from your abused cunt. He ignored you in favor of slapping your sensitive lips a few more times, knowing that if you really wanted to stop, you would use your safeword and everything would be over in one second.

“No, no, no. You can take it. I know you can.” He rubbed your entrance, sliding his middle finger in until he was knuckle deep into your warmth. He fucked slow, deep circles into your burning center, making you moan brokenly. He added another finger, and another, until four fingers were pistoning into your squelching, sopping wet pussy.

He knew exactly where to find your sweet spot because he had just been worshipping it a minute ago, so he curled all four fingers towards it. He pulsed and rubbed that soft, warm spot until your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open.

“Oh my fucking-" You screamed as his thumb furiously pressed down on your sore clit and he kept fucking you on his fingers.

“There ya go, girl. You’re gonna fucking squirt for me again? Yeah, yeah you are.” He sucked wet kisses on your neck as you whined. He bit into the crook of your neck with a low growl, sending tingles down your spine.

All it took for you to gush all over his hand was for him to use his thumb and forefinger to pinch your clit and rub it between those fingers.

You cried out as white hot pleasure flooded your veins. Your legs shook as your pussy spasmed, cum leaking out from your abused hole. Your heart raced and you panted, gasping for air and a much needed reprieve.

Your eyes were about to flutter shut when you felt his hand on your pussy once more, “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

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