#I WANNA FINISH THESE PLEASEEE

[traumxrei-archive]

me staring at the leonayuu fic bc i don’t know how to end it (i suck at writing endings imo)

[mellybabbles]

Hey, is it alright if I use your shaded nightmare art as an album cover? weird ask sorry but i really think it suits the vibe i'm going for

HOLY SHIT???--- 💥💥💥

WHAT??? AN ALBUM- WHATAUTWAHUTWUAHE HOLY SHIT YEA GO AHEAD??? OML-

💥💥💥💥💥

I'M IN SHOCK RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT

[hyenabrainedpup]

Getting sleepy is it time for me to get attention :3?

[calisturniolo]

☆ IF THE WORLD WAS ENDING I’D WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU

summary. . . cute things matt does in a relationship

warnings. . . mentions of slight insecurity

a/n. . . i was on the plane and thought of this so wrote it down in my notes app and im now writing it while waiting on my second plane and this song has been stuck in my head for weeks now. also i didn’t proof read this because i was rushing to get on my flight but i wanted to post it now

𝜗𝜚 ALWAYS HAS TO BE CUDDLING YOU WHILE SLEEPING, NO MATTER WHAT.

you finish your small skincare routine and put on your pyjamas before climbing into matt’s cozy bed, snuggling into the covers as you get tucked up under them.

matt follows right behind you, climbing into the warm bed. he immediately pulls you flush against him, wrapping his strong arms around your waist with his chest to your back.

you let out a content sigh as you feel his body relax into yours, you place your hands over his hand that is draped over your exposed stomach.

he nuzzles his head into your neck and lets out an equally content sound, his breath warm against your skin. his arms wrap even tighter around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“you just gotta be cuddling me, don’t ya?” you giggle out as you close your eyes, trying to fall into a deep sleep.

matt chuckles lightly against your shoulder, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. he pulls you even closer to him, his warm chest pressing firmly against your back.

“mhm you know it” he whispers out, leaving a kiss on your neck.

𝜗𝜚 HE ALWAYS WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU, EVEN WHEN YOU THINK YOURE TALKING TOO MUCH

you had been talking matt’s ear off for the past hour about someone in your college — you didn’t even think about how bored matt must be, listening to you talking about the same topic for over an hour.

“then she said to me-“ you stop yourself as you check the time and realise how much you had spoke, you looked up at matt and saw he still had the same smile of adoration sitting on his face as he did an hour ago, “did i ramble on again…sorry” you awkwardly say, scratching the back of your neck.

matt chuckled softly at your comment, his eyes sparkling with love as he looked at you. he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb rubbing circles against the back of your hand.

“don’t be sorry” he said with a warm smile, “i could listen to you talk for hours.”

a huge smile came onto your face at matt’s sweet compliment but insecurity quickly taking over you, “you sure… you sure i’m not talking your ears off? i know i yap on and on all the time… but you’re sure?” you ask with a hint of insecurity in your voice.

matt’s heart softened at the hint of insecurity in your voice. he gently pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as you laid on his shoulder in a comforting embrace.

“i’m absolutely sure.” he reassured you, his voice firm yet tender. “i love hearing about your day, about things you love, about anything and everything. it’s a part of who you are, and i love every bit of it.” he gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning forward to look into your eyes with complete sincerity.

𝜗𝜚 ALWAYS SURPRISES YOU WITH FLOWERS

he knows they’re your favourite and always makes sure to pick out the prettiest bunch. he gives you them before dates too, just so he can admire the way your face lights up when he gives you them.

at the moment, matt was out with nick and chris at a meeting. you were bored so you texted him just to see what he was up too.

| hey baby! where are youuuu? also see if you pass gas station on your way home could you pleaseee get me a blue slurpee????

you pressed send and waited for a reply. you weren’t expecting a reply straight away since he was at a meeting.

matt sees his phone light up with a text notification — once he saw it was from you, a smile lit up his face. the meeting he was just in was boring, your simple check-up made him feel better.

| heyyy we’re just leaving, don’t worry i’ll get you aslurpee. see you soon, i love you

matt sets his phone down in the cup holder after hitting send on his text. his attention goes back to the road as he turns in at 7-eleven to get you a slurpee and flowers.

he walks into the gas station and picks up a bunch of baby breaths and tulips for you, he then gets your blue slurpee, before he leaves he grabs a few bags of your favourite candies and paying, walking out the store and back to his car.

he hands the flowers over to chris and the bags of candies, sitting the slushie in the cup holder before driving off back home. he’s excited to get home and see the look on your face when he gives you the flowers.

he walks inside his bedroom, shutting the door with his foot as he has flowers and candy in one hand and the slurpee in the other, “hey baby, i’m back” he says walking to the desk and putting all the things he bought at the store down.

“oh my god… hey, you’re back” you say, putting down your phone and getting off his bed as you walk into his open arms.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. he can’t help but bury his face against your neck, leaving light kisses there.

you felt shivers down your spine as he left kisses on your skin, “how was your meeting?” you asked.

“boring” he mumbled against your neck, still peppering light kisses there, “i missed you” he added quietly, nuzzling closer.

you let out a small giggle but your heart swelled at his comment, “matt, baby, you saw me before you left this morning” you said pulling back from him.

“i know… also i got you a present.” he said walking back over to the desk and picking up the flowers and your slurpee.

your eyes light up as you see the bunch of flowers in his hand and the blue slushy, “matt..they’re beautiful. thank you so much, i love you” you say as he holds the flowers out for you with a smile.

you take hold of the flowers, you admire them with the cheesiest smile on your face.

matt loved buying you flowers, it was his favourite thing to do.

𝜗𝜚 ALWAYS TAKING PHOTOS OF YOU WHEN YOURE NOT LOOKING BECAUSE HE THINKS YOU LOOK SO CUTE

you and matt are sat on the sofa, a little space between you two. you were sitting with your knees up as your phone leaned against your thighs, your hoodie pulled up to your chin. you were scrolling on pinterest and adding photos to your boards, you were in your own little world until you heard matt let out a giggle.

you looked over at him as he looked over at you before talking, “look at this cute picture i took of you when you weren’t looking! it’s so cute, you’re adorable” matt gushed with a smile over his face as he turns his phone towards you to show you the photo.

you squint your eyes slightly to get a better look at the photo but when you get a full view of it, your face turns to a deadpan expression. you don’t see the cuteness matt was talking about, all you saw were flaws.

your messy hair, the unflattering angle, your glasses sitting lob sided on your nose, your bare face with no makeup, and the big pimple on your forehead.

“dude. be so for real, that photo is fucking horrible” you say leaning back to your original position but still looking at matt as he turns his phone back round and admiring the photo.

he playfully kicks your leg with his foot as he giggles, “hey! i thought you looked really cute in this picture, why’re you so negative?” he tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes.

you squinted your eyes and quirked an eyebrow at his reply but you felt butterflies in your stomach as he still complimented you, “no matt! look at my hair, it’s a mess, you can see my double chin, my glasses are lop sided, and look at that fat pimple on my forehead! and i have no makeup on. i actually feel disgusted looking at that right now”

he rolls his eyes, “okay fine, your hair isn’t perfect. your glasses are slightly lop sided, i didn’t even notice the pimple and you look amazing without makeup! why would you be so disgusted at the picture you? you look so cute in it.” he glances between the picture and your face, genuinely not understanding what’s so bad about it.

you jokingly roll your eyes at his obliviousness, “it’s ugly as shit, i just look bad. that’s why im disgusted.” you giggled out.

matt sighs. he doesn’t believe you for a second, “i’ve seriously never thought you looked bad! you’re so pretty, and this picture does not change it one bit” he grins and pokes your cheek and moves your glasses up your nose slightly, “it’s a cute picture and you’re a cute person. get over it”

you lean your head back on the back of the sofa with a smile on your face, “fine, i give up. you win.” you say leaning your head on his shoulder, he leans his head to the side and kiss your forehead.

[charlotteking23]

Such a Tease - MV1/33

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: You're a victim to Max's constant teasing and a pretty little woman moment. Pure fluff 🎀

It was a normal Sunday morning, you had slept wonderfully with Max cuddling you.

You took a nice warm everything shower, before deciding you wanted to make Nutella Crepes.

"Hey pretty girl", Max smiled at you while wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck.

"Hi Maxie, how was your sleep", You grinned seeing Max's.

"hmm, slept better since you were here", Max chuckled as you rolled your eyes at his cheesy words.

" You're such a tease", You blushed seeing Max faked hurt expressions.

" But baby you're so easy to tease baby, especially when you get all red", Max chuckled seeing your embarrassed blushed face.

"Whatever", You replied hiding your face with your hands laughing.

"So, what do you wanna do today", Max said unwrapping his arms around you.

"You wanna go shopping today?..I mean you need some new clothes", You chuckled by eyeing Max's choice of clothes.

"You know I don't care about that kinda stuff..I like to be comfortable, Max said knowing his fans also like to make fun of his clothing choice.

"I know but come on it's fun pleaseee Maxie", You pleaded even bringing out your secret weapon..puppy dog eyes, Max can't resist it.

You saw Max roll his eyes before slowly muttering out fine.

"Yes, quickly eat so we can go", You grinned practically bouncing on your feet.

"Okay I will, Liefje," Max laughed at your obsession with shopping before quickly eating his breakfast.

After finishing your breakfast you quickly get ready, putting on a cute white and pink dress with white heels, a pink bow and a Hermes purse.

You walked down the stairs carefully, hearing Sassy and Jimmy eat their breakfast before probably going back to sleep.

"gimme a twirl pretty girl", Max grinned seeing how beautiful you look in your outfit.

"Are you sure you want to go..I mean we could just stay home", Max continued eyeing your babydoll dress and how innocent you look.

"No, Maxie we need to go", You said blushing under Max intense stare.

You both walked into the garage, picking out one the many cars Max owned to take shopping with.

You watched as Max drives looking so focused, his face hit by the eternal glow of the sun making him look radiant.

Max had a habit of always putting his hand on your thigh, if felt right seeing his hand their.

You could only smile, how did you get so lucky.

"What are you thinking about Liefje", Max smiled seeing you look at him with adoring eyes.

"Just how lucky I am to have you", You grinned putting your hand on top of his interwining them together.

"Liefje, what would I do without you, you don't know how lucky I am to wake up everyday to see your face in the morning, for you the support me with my career, to love me for me not because I'm a F1 driver..I truly love you so much", Max smiled holding your hands Infront of him before kissing each knuckle individually.

"I truly love you too", You smiled back, wiping away any stray tears away only looking at Max.

"Come on pretty girl, were here", Max smirk getting out of the car and coming towards your door opening it graciously for you, his princess.

You took his hand before going towards the boutiques.

"Hmm, What do you think baby, Pink or red", You grinned holding up the outfits to your body for Max to see.

"Why don't you try them both on", Max chuckled at your smiling face seeing you walk in the dressing room as he sat on the couch waiting.

You walked out of the dressing room showing him the pink.

"It's beautiful Liefje, You look beautiful, Max said watching you blush from his ongoing complements.

You went back to the dressing room, changing into the red dress.

"What do you think", You said looking the big mirror.

"Stunning", Max said which earned a whine from you.

"Maxie you have to choose one", You giggled looking at Max.

"How about we get both", Max suggested before taking the pink and red dress in his hand.

"Are you sure..It's a lot of money and I feel bad", You quietly whispered looking up at Max.

"Don't worry Liefje, I earn this money for us..I love when you spend my money, Okay", Max whispered in your ear cupping your cheeks in admiration.

You both walked together stopping at some boutiques for you or Max.

"Look there's a ice cream place we should get some", You bounced up excitedly, hoping the ice cream would cool down the already hot day.

You both walked towards the little cafe, "Liefje, Why don't you choose a place to sit while I get the ice cream.

You nodded before choosing a little table near the window for you and Max. After 5 minutes Max came holding two ice creams, handing you one.

"Perfect", you sighed watching the people pass by the cafe.

"You have something-", Max chuckled before taking his finger wiping it slightly on your lip cleaning up the ice cream. You watched as he put his finger in his mouth 'whispering delicious'.

You could only stare at Max bold actions before blushing in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands hearing the faint laughter of Max.

"Can we go into Hermes?, I want to look around", you suggested. You have been eyeing a bag you saw on their website hoping to see it in person.

"Sure Liefje", Max smiled taking your hand as you both walked out.

Max opened the door the luxury brand Hermes, watching you look around the store.

"Hello Ma'am, are you looking for anything in particular today?", the store clerk lady questioned putting on a standard smile.

"Yes, I wanted to see this bag", You said showing the lady the purse you saw online.

"Well..this purse is more of an expensive kind, are you sure?", The lady said raising her eyebrow before faking a smile.

"Yes, I am sure", you confidently said, strange a sales lady would say something like that.

"Well here's the purse but It's not aloud to be touched", The saleslady immediately said after showing me the purse.

"It didn't say anything on the Hermes website that it couldn't be touch", You said finding something strange with this women.

"What's going on?", A dark cold voice interrupted your thoughts, seeing the sheer look of terror on the sales lady face, meant it none other that Max Verstappen.

"The lady said I am not aloud to try on this purse or even touch it, which is absurd since I have been to Hermes a million times and never heard of such a rule", You explained unhappily to Max crossing your arms around your chest.

"We are gonna purchase this purse in all the colors you have", Max replied coldly holding my hand.

"But sir-", But Max was already handing her his card.

"And ship to my address", Max stated darkly at the sales lady before gently dragging me out of the store.

"Could you believe that lady...I am gonna have to speak to the manager about the behavior", Max ranted far to deep to calm down.

"Maxie it's okay it was actually quite funny seeing you buy all the colors of the purse I want...and the look on the sales lady face was hilarious", You laughed holding your stomach in pain, before hearing Max chuckled along with you.

"I only want the best for you", Max kindly said interwining his hand with your gently kissing it.

"Such a sap", You blushed embarrassed at his romantic gesture, hearing the faint laughter of Max calling you adorable.

Suddenly you kissed Max on the cheek as pay back, seeing him blush at your bold actions, "Such a tease", Max muttered quietly for only you to hear.

You giggled at his surprise blushed face, gently taking his hand dragging him to more shopping.

Masterlist🩷

[starboye]

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

summary: vinnie being drunk at a party and wanting to make out with you.

warnings: making out, cursing

"c'monnnn please just a little bit" vinnie whines tugging your shirt "vinnie baby youre drunk" you say cupping his face and caressing his cheek "that's doesn't mean anything" he slurs his words a bit "well it means I'm not gonna make out with you" you say "pleaseee" he begs pouting, you think for a little before finally cracking "fine" you huff under your breath, before you can ever turn to him he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you sloppily.

"woah get a room you two love birds" thomas laughs throwing a pillow at you lightly "don't be mad cause you aren't getting any" vinnie says getting up and taking you to his room, closing the door behind him and locking it so you guys don't get interrupted, vinnie now sitting up on his head board as you sat firmly in his lap making out.

heavy breaths filled the room as you both roamed each others bodies, you rutting your hips onto vinnies lap "fuck" you huff pulling out the kiss to catch a breath "you're insatiable" vinnie smiles "well thank you" you say pulling back into a heated kiss and your hands finding their way up vinnies shirt, running your fingers through each of his abs while both your tongues fight for dominance.

"can we please have sex" vinnie pleas running his hands down your ass "no, you know when you get drunk you get limp dick and never finish" you say "I swear I won't this time" he begs "nope" you smile "are you sure" vinnie asks kissing the good spot of your neck and nipping it lightly "n-no we're not doing it" you stammer pushing back from vinnie but he pulls you closer.

"fine you win" vinnie huffs pulling off your neck, you sit there recovering from the heated session "I could give you a little something in the morning though" you grin "and what would that be" he asks grinning even bigger than you "maybe me in between your legs with your dick in my mouth" you tease "well then I'll be looking forward to that" vinnie says.

"we should maybe get to bed" you chuckle watching vinnies eyes get droopy "im not tired I wanna make out more" vinnies says "well we can do more of that tomorrow" you say patting his chest before getting off his lap and sliding under the covers "i want my blow job in the morning" he says cuddling into you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in tightly "vinnie..." you say "yes" vinnies replies with a smirk "get your hard on off my ass" you sternly say "fine" vinnie huffs before finally nuzzling into you and falling asleep

[ncroissant]

can you do more sub Francis mosses??

WANT THAT MAN TO BE FILLED TO THE BRIM AND WHIMPERING SKBDJDBDJC

sub! francis mosses x gn! reader

summary: making lots of milk with francis

wc: 1.8k

content warning: nsfw, lactation, francis in lingerie, feminization, milking, nipple play, overstimulation, dirty talk, porn with no plot, anal, cock can be seen as a strap, mention of cunt

author's note: thank u for the ask, anon :)) I LOVEEEE SUB FRANCIS guys. idk why this was so filthy. like i started writing this with no ideas and a dream (to finish this fanfic). anyways hope u enjoy this, ily guys !! not proof read, minors pleaseee dni !!

if you ever wondered how milk was made, here's how.

there sat your boyfriend in his cow-printed lingerie, all collared up, looking up at you with a bashful expression. his cock was painfully hard, barely contained in his panties.

"feel s'full, dovie..." francis moaned, squeezing his thighs together. he squirmed in his seat, barely containing himself. "milk me?"

he looked up at you with a seemingly innocent expression, but made such a lewd request with his hands cupping at his big chest. you tugged him by this leash, bringing him to his knees on the floor.

"you were so shy when you started making milk," you tugged at his nipple through the bra, slightly soaking the fabric with his milk. "now look at you. always looking so forward to making it f'me," you chuckled at the desperate look at his face.

"m-mhm, wanna make lots of milk for you, hngh...!" he nodded desperately, biting his lower lip to suppress his moans. his hands gripped at his knees, his bottom shaking in anticipation.

you took both nubs between your fingers, rubbing them. "just for me? did you forget this milk's for your neighbors, hm?" you tugged upwards again, making his eyes cross and his teeth grit in pleasure.

"hnghk!"

almost immediately, milk started to leak from his chest, spilling down the sides of his body. you slid the bucket by his waist, letting the droplets roll in.

"this is more than usual, francie," you peered into the bucket seeing a substantial amount of milk in the bucket already. "think i needa drink the leftover, yeah?"

you leaned over, lip pressed against the bra, looking up at his flushed face. his lower lip was quivering and you could hear the thumping of his heartbeat through his chest. "m'kay, hmmngh..."

you latched your lips around the fabric, sucking out the milk that drenched his bralette. your other hand slipped under to toy with his perky nipple.

you slid the fabric off his bouncy chest, admiring the pinkness of his nubs, soaked in his own milk. "oooghh...! t-there's so much, 's so, mmnGHH! so wet, so wet, nnnggh!"

"that's all you honey, taste so sweet f'me," milk was dripping of your chin as you sucked on his sopping wet nipple while pinching the other one.

you could visibly see francis' cock twitching in his cute, little panties at your words, humping the air as you suckled and toyed with his nubs. "aaaagh, 's really c-coming out, hGHK!"

whatever you just did made milk squirt out of his nipples, the substance spraying all over him and into your mouth. you looked up at him while you gulped the substance, fondling his free nipple soothingly.

"didn't know you could do that, honey," you pulled off his nipple with a pop, smirking up at him. he was slumped against the bed, cum sticking to his panties. "lots of milk down here too," you chuckled, rubbing your thumb over his slit through the fabric.

"h-hnnngh! s-sticky...feels, ngh, sticky, dovie..." francis pouted, grinding his bulge against your fingers for friction.

you tugged at his leash to ease his antsy behavior, a moan escaping his lips from the pressure around his neck. "none of that. such a slutty little boy, so eager to be milked, hm?" you cooed, feigning innocence.

he had little tears in his eyes, frowning at the way you scolded him. "'m sorry, dovie. jus' wanna cum lots for you, hm?" he leaned closer, his bottom lip puffed out and soaked.

"you're so pretty, honey. look so pretty in your panties," you continued to rub his slit, as francis collapsed into your hold. "y'gonna keep these on f'me, hm?" you began to stroke at his length, tilting your head down to see him shivering.

"unghh...uh-huh...'m gonna, gnnghh, gonna be good for you," he mindlessly babbled, nodding his head. the way you complimented him made his head swirl and his chest feel fuzzy.

"mhm, always such a pretty boy f'me. always such a good listener," you cooed, tugging his cock through the leg of his panties, stroking faster than before.

francis nodded, eyes rolled back with spit dripping down his lips. "mnngh, mhm...feels so good, dovie," his hand was pressed against your chest in attempts to stabilize himself.

"y'gonna give me lots of milk, right? my pretty princess gonna give me lots of milk, hm?" you squeezed the base of his cock, rubbing with more force.

he squeezed his eyes shut, still nodding at your words. his eyebrows furrowed, concentrating on cumming for you. "h-hnnGH, o-oh, might cum soon...! f-feel it c-coming, 'm cummin! oooghhHHH! cumming!" he moaned, shaking his head.

cum splattered on your shirt and his tummy as you slowed your hand. francis breathed heavily against you, little tears slipping down the sides of his face. "s-so, ghhh...good...."

"feeling alright, honey?" your hands slithered down to his waist, rubbing at his sensitive hips. he bucked them, twitching in your grasp.

"m-more, dovie, ngh...there's still lots of, m-milk left, please," he pleaded, weakly looking at you with tears in his eyes. he wanted you to milk him dry, until he couldn't walk anymore.

you smiled, pinching on his sides playfully. "on your hands 'n knees, honey."

he immediately knew what you meant, quickly getting into place. from the angle you were looking at him from, you could see his erect cock pressed against his flushed tummy and his outline of his balls in his all too tight panties.

"you're so cute, francie," you fondled his balls, making him squirm at your touch.

he groaned, lips pursed into an 'o' at the action. "o-oghhhh...t-there's no milk in there, ngh," he protested, his hips shaking at the way you groped him.

"there's a ton of milk in here. look," you squeezed his balls, cum squirting out of his dick into the bucket you skillfully placed underneath of him.

"HNNNGHK!"

he hated how embarrassingly loud the high-pitched squeal he let out was. he felt like the entire apartment complex could hear the way his moans. but it's not like he minded, he wanted every one to know how good you were making him feel.

"look at you squirting like a pretty princess today, huh francie? such a cute little hole here," you toyed with his slit, making him jolt.

he came three times in such a short amount of time, but he still had more in him. "look at how this one's throbbing for something in here," you removed your hand from his cock to circle your thumb around his pulsing hole.

it was a pretty shade of pink, fucked into so many times that it was basically vertical like a cunt. you rolled your thumb over the wetness of his hole, slipping it in teasingly.

"h-hnk! w-want your cock in here, dovie..." he shook his hips slightly, pressing his backside into your finger to dig deeper than it currently was.

you smirked at his pleading expression, pulling your thumb in. he whined at the emptiness, but squealed out a moan when your pointer and middle fingers plunged back into his hole.

"o-oonngh! s-so deep...!" he threw his head back, eyes rolled to the back of his head.

your fingers jammed so deeply that they just barely nudged his prostate, making him squeal from the sensation. he felt tingles all over his body, blood rushing to the tips of his toes.

"this loose cunt doesn't need preppin', huh? 's soakin' in here," you teased, rubbing the tip of your fingers against that special spot. you were knuckles deep in his hole, he was more than ready.

"i-i can, unngh! take it, dovie! p-prepped myself before, hnnnggGHH!"

you pulled out roughly, spanking his ass roughly with your free hand. you quickly pulled your cock out, stroking it with your slick-covered hand. "of course you would expect more than just milking, greedy boy."

"'m sorry, dovie, i-i jus', ooOGH!"

francis threw his head back, he could see stars when your cock pressed deeply into his cunt. he tightened around you, sucking you in deeper.

you paid no mind to his whimpered, thrusting into him wildly. his jaw went slack, tongue spilling out of his mouth coating his saliva. spit dripped down his chin as his head shook every time you thrusted back into him.

"such a needy little princess. so greedy for my cock, huh?" you tugged harshly at the leash, making him tense up from the pressure around his throat.

he was panting like a dog, but being milked like a cow. he came for the fourth time, squirting all over the ground, completely missing his designated bucket.

"oooNNGH! s-so, fuck, deep!" he mewled out, hearted thumping out of his chest from all the pleasure he was feeling. his tip was throbbing red, tired from cumming so much. but the cum bubbling in his tummy made him think otherwise.

as you tugged at his collar, your free hand reached down to fondle with his nipple. there was still milk spilling out of his tits, dripping down to his tummy, mixing with his cum.

"hnnNGHK! yesyesyes, c-cum in me dovie, please! hnnghh!" he babbled, as you rutted into his cum-filled hole. you cummed long before but he didn't notice until he was filled to the brim with your seed.

you continued to fuck cum deep into his tummy, so deeply that you could see the outline of your cock. "f-fuck, you're so needy today, honey," you grunt, squeezing his tit.

"trained these tits so well. milkin' so much f'me now," you flicked his buds, milk spilling out. this was the second time he squirted from his nipples in one night.

you were slowly losing stamina, despite cumming less than francis. francis was fully fucked with your cum, but still had so much left in him. his breasts were filled with milk and cock still begging for more release.

his mind was so hazy, face flushed from the endless orgasms. you pulled out of his hole, watching the cum seep out. it filled his inner walls generously, so much that it was dripping down his inner thighs.

"n-no! why'd you, hnghh, pull out, dovie?" he whined, shuffling back to stuff himself full of your cock.

when he sat on your cock, even more cum spilled out, dripping on the floor. you roughly sat him down on your lap, his back pressed against your chest.

francis started to grind his hips against your cock, but you shook your head. "no moving honey," you growled, fingers gripping at his hips to still his movements to force him to cock warm you. he really thought he could get away with breaking the rules.

"no...moving, hngh?"

your nails slightly scratched against his chest, little to no milk squirting out now. he almost out of milk. unfortunately for him, as revenge, when you regain your stamina, you wouldn't give him a break.

francis was in for a long night of milking.

[irisintheafterglow]

Can I request a racer!bakugo showing off his two most precious things after winning a big race, the trophy and his girl pleaseee?

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LOVE LOVE <33 also i can't find it but this is definitely inspired by that one bakugo fic where he's doing a vogue interview about the things he can't leave the house or live without (if anyone knows the link for it please please let me know because it's one of my all-time favorites)

"oh, look! it's bakugo! hey, man!"

"the hell are you doing outside my house?" the interviewer laughs nervously behind the camera, but your boyfriend's scowl doesn't move. it's a wonder that he's still viewed positively in the public eye despite his brash personality. you pinch the bridge of your nose with your fingers and avert your eyes from the second-floor window, sending another prayer begging for him to behave. the interview took place in his own home, for crying out loud. shouldn't he be the most comfortable in his safest space?

the answer is, unfortunately, no.

"i'm uh, here for your '73 questions' interview with vogue. d'you mind if i step inside with you?" he grunts reluctantly in response, swinging the front door open unceremoniously. you pity the poor guy who had to follow your husband around and chuck questions at him like armed grenades; there was always a chance that he would blow up. "so, where were you coming from?"

"grocery store. you want a drink?" good. at least he remembers his manners. "we got water, juice...i ain't giving you alcohol. i don't even know who the hell you are." never mind.

you spend the next 12-something minutes following their one-sided conversation around the house, careful to stay out of sight and silently begging your boyfriend to at least act a little warmer. the only time he does open up, much to the delight of fans, is when he's talking about you.

"'the things most precious to me?' i don't fuckin' know," you can hear him say plainly. you'd resigned to your shared bedroom to finish up some work when you heard the telltale calls of babe, c'mere! babe. babe. babe! from downstairs. with a huff, you set down your pen and make your way into the living room, where you see him holding his latest first-place trophy. it shines under the afternoon sun coming through the backyard windows. the camera pans to you in surprise and you thank your earlier self for wearing something other than pajamas.

"babe, c'mere," he insists and you roll your eyes in exasperation. his arm slips around your waist and you're suddenly hyperaware of the camera that's going to post your image to millions of people. "alright, nerd, you asked me what i wanna show off? they're right here," he boasts proudly and your face starts to heat up. "got my badass lover, my big-ass trophy, and i don't need anything else," he says with unexpected tenderness. "you got that?"

"y-yeah, i got it," the interviewer stutters out. "uh, thank you-"

"the hell do you look so nervous for? i don't fuckin' bite," he says and the man stammers again. "i don't know why i bother doing all this shit," he murmurs in your ear.

"this is why outlets are so scared to interview you, kats," you whisper and he shrugs indifferently. "you scare reporters too easily."

"don't care. i just wanna relax and spend my day off with you. i'm too tired to be dealing with this shit," he grumbles and you laugh under your breath. "baby?"

"hmm?"

"can you do me a big favor?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously while the cameraman fumbles about with his equipment, packing up to leave.

"depends on the favor," you say carefully. "will i need to compromise my morals?" your boyfriend barks out a laugh, and the reporter startles.

"no, no. nothing like that," he reassures you and drops his volume so that only you can hear him. "baby, sweetheart, love of my life?"

"yes, katsuki?"

"please get this man the fuck out of our house."

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[judebelle]

trent being a clingy needy bf? xx

menace - t.a.a. x reader

a/n : i’m so fucked w finals season but it’s almost break for me 😇 just gotta make it thru this week 😞 also i made this a drabble SORRYYYY but i think this is better short and sweet!

cw : swearing, clingy trent obv, reader getting increasingly more annoyed throughout the course of the fic, sexual insinuation, fluff

pairing : trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

wc : 704

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it started off as bearable, but god, as the day progressed, you couldn’t deal with him anymore.

the him being sir trent alexander arnold.

it had just so happened that you and trent had aligned a few days off at the same time. this was a rare occurrence since your busy schedules kept you swamped 25/8.

this was the first of many days off. you just needed to get some things done around the house, but trent had other plans.

you almost took up his many offers to just lay in bed all day, but you knew you would feel better if you got things done first.

of course, trent wasn’t making this easy on you.

“c’mere, beautiful,”

“please stay here, just for a few minutes.”

“so sleepy, just nap with me for an hour, please!”

you had to resist the urge to physically roll your eyes at his constant pestering. you had to put your foot down and stop him before you ended up giving in.

“no, trent! i have to finish some things up, i’ll be done soon.”

he was still cuddled up in the bed when you finally left the bedroom to head to the kitchen. you began putting away clean dishes and cleaning the counter tops. as you wiped it down, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“y/n come back to beddd~” trent whined while propping his head on your shoulder to get a better look at what you were doing that was so important. you could feel him kiss his teeth when he saw you cleaning.

“i said, wait. if you keep annoying. me, it’s just gonna take longer!” you groaned when he didn’t let go of your body. “trent, let go. i need to go get-“

“you look so sexy in these shorts, just come back to bed.” you felt his hands slide down to cup your ass.

you rolled your eyes, a smile forming on your cheeks. “you can’t seduce me into going back into bed!” you sing songed as you turned to face him. his arms had you trapped in between him and the counter. he still his droopy eyes and his hair was a little frizzy.

you swiftly ducked out of his grip from under his arm and headed to your office, turning on your computer to print a few things. you heard the soft shuffling of socks on the floor, and low and behold-

“can you just come back, pleaseee!”

“stop it! how old are you? just give me a few minutes.” you had started to whine like a two year old, his complaints giving you a headache.

you placed the papers down and pushed past him to go to the living room, cleaning up blankets and books laying around. you grabbed the watering can and started tending to your wilting plants. all of a sudden-

“ah- get off me! trent! let go, now!”

your feet were hovering over the floor thanks to your boyfriend who had had enough of waiting. he threw your body over his shoulder easily and walked towards the bedroom.

you kicked your legs around, trying to wriggle out of his grip. you slumped against him when your efforts to escape from his death trap went in vain.

“this isn’t funny, y’know?”

he chucked despite your comment. “i can’t wait any longer, sorry.”

a stubborn smile broke across your face before he threw you onto the bed. you bounced onto the fluffy mattress with a gasp. “trent!”

he giggled softly before throwing himself down on top of you. “oww, trent you’re not light!” you found yourself laughing as he kissed your neck.

“shhh, just wanna cuddle.” he reached over and pulled the duvet over the both of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he eventually let you breathe by rolling onto his side a little bit. you finally gave into his touch with a sigh, throwing your leg over his hips.

you reached your arms around his neck and nuzzled your head into his chest, his scent all over his wrinkled shirt.

“god, you’re a menace, you know that?” you laughed into his embrace and he responded by hugging you tighter.

“you love it.”

[godjustkys]

| mndi +18

| Stiles Stilinski x Top male reader

please give requests.

"A-ah! Fuck! Oh fuck, f- mhhh!"

"C'mon, Stilinski, you can take it, hm?" You mumbled out, your hands placed firmly on his hips, thumbs grazing over his back dimples.

Stiles squirmed a bit under your touch, his legs shaking ever so slightly. "[Name], plea-se, 'm— I can't!" He exclaimed, shaking his head urgently.

After all that stupid pining from the both of you, you had him on all fours, naked, and on your bed. "Aw, don't give up so quickly.." You leaned forward a bit, getting closer to his ear.

"Ghh— shiiittt!" His nails dug deep into his palms, trying to hold his position steady. "Slow! Slow, please, go slow!" He raised his shaky voice a bit. Stiles was breathing heavily, his head still hanging low. Perhaps he was ashamed to look at you.

"I am, don't worry Stilinski, I ain't gonna hurt ya now," you said with a small chuckle, pushing your dick in deeper, going at a much slower pace per Stiles' request.

Stiles suppressed many noises that threatened to leave his mouth, trying to stay quiet. You were playing by Stiles' rules, since he's the one having it rough right now, but that didn't stop you from pulling out slightly and pushing in a little bit deeper at a faster pace.

Fuck. That thing you just did earned a loud whimper from Stiles. His back arched quite a lot and you were in such a great position to witness it.

"God, Stilinski," you breathed out, moving one of your hands up to the back of his neck then slowly running it down along his back as you simultaneously pushed your dick all the way in, now just letting Stiles adjust to it. "You've got one hell of a body," Stiles thighs were shaking as you murmured out compliments, but it soon calmed down because you let him adjust and get used to the feeling.

"And a pretty face. Aren't you just perfect?" And with that comment of yours, Stiles let out a shaky breath, unclenching his fists and taking a moment to relax.

"You ready for me to move yet, or do you want some more time?" You said in a smug tone, both your hands back on his hips. " 'm ready, 'm ready.. yep, you can- move." Stiles responded to you, his voice almost neutral, yet holding some urgency behind it.

" 'mkay," you grinned, pulling out slowly. Agonizingly slowly. "Tell me to stop if you wanna back down,"

As soon as you finished your sentence, you rammed back into him oh so harshly. Maybe you should've went easier but Stiles did say he liked it rough. "I g- Mmhhh! Ah! Fuck!" Stiles tried replying to you, but the way you slammed back into him felt so good, not to say that it didn't hurt at all. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" He moaned out, his voice sounding so sloppy and high pitched.

He grasped the sheets, his fists balling up. So far, your pace was pretty slow and gentle, not including the start of it. "How we doin' Stilinski, you feelin' good?"

"ngghh! yesyesitfeelsgood.. pleasepleaseplease—" he rambled out, placing his forehead against the mattress. "gofasterplease, [name], please." His voice was pretty quiet, quite difficult to make out what he had said. "Awh, use your voice, don't be shy," you teased in an amused tone, really taking in the sight in front of you. "What do you want me to do? I couldn't hear you,"

That was a lie, you most definitely heard him. You just wanted him to be louder - to hear his voice. Everything about him makes you more and more obsessed.

"Please. Go faster, pleaseee.." he whined out, his voice still high pitched. Was he a crybaby in bed? Oh god, the thought of that just turned you on even more. "There ya go," you exhaled, your tone so gentle as you quickened your pace by a lot, holding onto his hips tighter.

It was at this point that Stiles' arms had given out, his shoulders now on the bed as well. The only thing holding him up was you.

"You seem to be doing well, Stilinski, you likin' the position, huh?" You asked, your eyes fixated on the back of his head.

No genuine response, just some loud whimpers and moans.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," you teased, pushing your dick in deeper with every thrust.

Nothing. Again. Just louder moans from your partner.

You let out a sigh as you pulled out, leaving Stiles confused at first. Then you flipped him over on his back, positioning yourself between his legs and continuing from where you left off.

Your hands were on either sides of Stiles, propping yourself up on the bed as you looked down at him. Stiles couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed about this. He was going to turn his head away, but you kissed him so he had nowhere to go.

Your hands moved to Stiles's thighs after the kiss, holding onto them with a tight grip, pulling your lover closer when you thrust in. "Goh— od! Oh for fucks sake!" He cursed out, throwing his head back as his hands found their way to grip your shoulders.

Your hand wrapped around Stiles' dick and you started jerking him off. In response, your boyfriend let out a loud and such a slutty moan. "Fuh— fuck!" In response to the pleasure, Stiles' ass clenched around your dick. "Oh? You like that, don't you?"

Stiles' toes curled as he gritted his teeth. Soon enough he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in closer as you jerked him off and fucked him, at the same time. "Look at you, being such a good boy for me," you muttered out, thumb rubbing over his slit. You started fucking him harder, thrusting deeper. Soon enough, reaching his prostate. When you reached it though, it was pretty obvious.

His nails dug into your back. "[Name], oh god, wait! nghh!~" He sobbed out, arching his back. You looked at him with delight, grinning and hitting the same spot again. "Is that the good spot?" You teased in a gentle tone. He couldn't help himself. The amount of whines and whimpers that left his mouth was insane.

Stiles was a moaning and sweaty mess at this point, his words weren't even coherent and they were all slurred. He left pretty obvious scratches on your back during this. "You're takin' me so good, baby.." you breathed out, your voice a bit hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes, can't believe I get you all to myself," you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"ghhhh, mmmfuccckk.. imgonna.. [name], [name] imgunnacum..—" he barely formed a simple sentence, clearly out of breath. "Go on then, do it," you encouraged him, leaving a hickey on his neck after you responded. Stiles grabbed a fistful of your hair, his dick twitching in your hands as he came and his ass tightening around your dick, the liquid spurring out onto his stomach, some of it getting on you as well.

"Good boy.." you muttered, your pace slowing down ever so slightly, just for a moment. Stiles was still whining and whimpering - he felt a little too overwhelmed after cumming like this and you fucking him.

"Shh baby, just hold out for a little while, okay?" You encouraged in a soft tone, holding back your groans - you were close.

He nodded urgently, biting his lower lip as his grip on your hair loosened slightly. Stiles made eye contact with you, finally. God, the look in his eyes made your dick twitch inside him, not to mention the tears he was holding back.

Of course it was a little painful, but you were doing your best to be gentle with him. Plus, he wasn't really crying, he was just teary eyed.

Your hands moved to Stiles' chest, grasping his pecs. "mggh.." a soft mewl escaping the other's lips. You squinted your eyes curiously, a sly grin spreading across your face.

With that, you pulled out, jerking yourself off til you came with a silent grunt. You didn't want to make Stiles feel so dirty for his first time with you..

[lionizingheathen]

Hiii

This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu - Request

I’ll do my best!

Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Sirius Black kissing you roughly against the wall of his bedroom could be considered a religious experience, but it was also one that needed to stop because at some point, you were gonna fall.

There was gonna be strings.

You needed it to be over before that happened.

“We cannot keep doing this, Sirius.” Your tone was firm, but both of you knew that you didn’t mean it… How could you possibly mean it when he smiled at you like that, when his hands felt this good on your body… He knew that his time was nowhere near over.

“Right, love… You said the same thing last time… and the time before that-.” You placed your hand over his mouth, knowing that that was your only chance at getting a word in edgewise around him… Sirius Black was great at a lot of things, talking being his forte.

He could talk his way into and out of any situation very quickly, and right now you needed him to learn to fucking listen.

“Right, but I’m being serious right now.” You said, slipping your hand from his mouth to reveal a crooked grin.  Fuck… Yeah, that was something you should’ve known would happen.

Idiot.

“Funny, I thought-.” You cut him off again, pressing him against the wall as you shook your head.  If he was gonna keep being like this, he could get himself off, and there didn’t need to be a ‘one last hurrah’ between the two of you.  Easy as that.

“If you wanna get fucked tonight, you won’t finish that joke.” You said firmly, and you saw actual remorse in his eyes as he nodded, putting his hands up in surrender.

Pussy-whipped. 

“Right…” He leaned a little closer, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “Sorry.” He mumbled, and you sighed, shaking your head… God, he made it so fucking hard to stay mad at him sometimes.

That was half the reason why you’d tell anyone not to start fucking their best friend ‘no strings attached’… It was almost impossible to break it off.

“Don’t be sorry.” He nodded, looking relieved.  Right, because apologizing isn’t your strong suit… What we’re about to do is. “But this is the last time… So make it count.” You said, seeing a grin on his lips again as you were pulled close for a long, lingering kiss, one that made your knees buckle as you pressed against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants.

Fuck, you wanted him inside you.

“Oh, I will.” He murmured, slipping his hand under your waistband quickly, finding your clit an instant later.  You gasped, your thighs closing around his hand as you looked him deep in his eyes, intent on not letting him know just how much this was getting you, even this little touch… He was electric, he always had been, that was part of the problem with breaking it off.

You always found yourself looking for a recharge.

“Merlin, you’re already soaked.” He breathed, sounding mystified, like that was something new and not something that happened every single fucking time that the two of you were together… You’d think that he was at least a little used to it by now.

“Your fault.” You grunted, grinding your hips down against his hand with a gasp as you tangled your fingers into his long hair, chasing any sort of relief that he was willing to give you right now, sort-lived or not.

You needed to cum.

“Can’t say I hate hearing that.” He brought his free hand up, placing it under your chin so that he could make you look up at him.  Fuck, he looked so good like this… So focused. “Unbutton your pants, I need to move more.” You nodded, pulling your hands from his hair in favor of unbuttoning your jeans and shucking them down your legs.

He let out a sigh of relief as he slid two fingers inside you and curled, making your knees buckle as you gripped onto the fabric of his shirt hard… You should’ve expected it but God… You were never prepared.

“Oh! Fuck…” You gasped, digging your nails into his shirt, hoping that he could feel the sting on his skin… You liked knowing that he was walking around with a reminder of what the two of you had done together.

Possessive?  Maybe, but come on… Sirius Black was fucking hot, anyone with a chance with him would do the same.

“Shit, listen to that…” You felt a hand clamp over your mouth as he worked his fingers in and out, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room as your cheeks burned… Why would he make you listen to this?  It was mortifying. “You’re so fucking easy for me.” He mumbled, sounding dazed as he curled his fingers deeper, making your jaw drop open as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to think of what to say.

“Shut the hell up.” That wasn’t very eloquent, but it really summed up what you were feeling right now.  If he could shut the hell up, maybe you’d be able to keep your wits about you until he fucked them away.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he brought his thumb around to circle roughly on your clit, all but shutting your brain off and filling it with one thought: Fuck me till I can’t walk.

God, he turned you into such a slut sometimes.

“You love it when I talk.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, making your thighs feel shaky. “This tells me that much.” He mumbled, and you gasped, shaking your head as you fought the urge to moan his name. 

Don’t give him that satisifaction just yet.

“You’re… Too cocky…” You breathed, hearing him chuckle as his free hand came down to grip roughly at your ass, squeezing it hard as you bit your lip.  Yours.  I’m yours right now.

“And you’re talking back a lot for someone who is so eagerly riding my fingers.” You rolled your eyes and sighed, working hard to make sure that you could still talk even as he ruined you… That’d drive him up a fucking wall, he liked it when you were speechless from him.

“You’re… Such… A… Dick…” Each word was punctuated by one his thrusts, and the final one was followed with a dark chuckle.

“Seems like you want my dick.” He mumbled, and you nodded, betraying yourself… It was all you wanted right now, you wanted him to be filling you up, you wanted your face pressed against the wall while he fucked into you hard and fast from behind, whispering all the dirty, nasty things going through his mind.

You needed that.

“… Please.” He paused, his cocky energy only seeming to grow.

Come on…

“Yeah?  Want me inside you?” He asked, sounding just as desperate as you were feeling.  You nodded frantically, head hanging forward as you groped around before finding his cock, pressing your hand against it through his pants.

You want me just as bad as I want you.

“Mhm!  Yes, please Siri… Please fuck me.” You gasped, hearing him let out a low moan as he slid his fingers out of you.  No… You didn’t want him to stop touching you, not even for a moment.

You needed him to need you as much as you needed him.

“Shit…” He slid his fingers into your mouth, making you gasp as you sucked them clean, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.  He let out a shaky moan when he slid them free, kissing you slowly, messily. “God, I have to taste you.” You watched as he slid to his knees, pulling your pants and panties fully off before he ducked his head between your legs, tracing his tongue over your cunt.

Oh god…

“Ah… Sirius…Sirius…” You whimpered, chewing on your lip as your head lulled back against the wall… You could’ve easily stumbled to his bed, and you were hating that you hadn’t at this point, because it was so fucking hard to stay upright.

Sirius, however, seemed content on his knees, pressing you against the wall with a thigh over his shoulder.  He seemed to be good anywhere, so long as it was touching you.

“Mmm… Taste so fucking good…” He gasped, and you bit the back of your hand as you spread your legs further, pressing your back against the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, shivering at the feeling of his tongue against your clit.

God, he was so fucking good at giving head.

“Sirius, please…” You groaned, not wanting him to stop what he was doing but also needing him inside you… An impossible conundrum to be in.

“Wait.” That command was easier said than done, you were already close to coming undone… and while you could easily cum again on his cock, you just wanted to be full.

“Wanna cum on your cock… Let me cum on your cock, please!” You begged, not caring if someone heard you at this point, because if your friends didn’t already know you two were fucking then they were purposefully ignoring it.

He pulled back, wiping his face on his arm with a grin before he stood up and undid his pants, letting them slide down his thighs.  You reached down, shucking his boxers down with it, moaning to yourself when his cock was visible, hard with a drop of precum on the tip.  You wiped your thumb across it, bringing it to your mouth to taste with a groan.

Fuck, he tasted good.

“When you put it like that… How could I say no?” He asked, and you bit back a grin as he flipped you around, pressing your face against the wall as you arched your hips out and spread your legs, feeling his hand slide over your ass and down to your cunt, tracing over it lightly.

Fuck me already.

“You’d have to be cruel.” You said, your breath catching as you felt the tip of his cock rest against your cunt… It took everything in your power not to press your hips back, to take him inside you right now… But you waited.  You waited for him to make the move.

“And I’m anything but that.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he thrust inside you, making you gasp at the sudden fullness.  He moaned himself, massaging your hips softly as he kissed across your shoulders, making you shiver.

“Oh…”

“Fuck… You feel good… So good…” He gasped, thrusting hard and deep, moving slowly at first… God, ti was like he was trying to melt your brain with each movement, and it was fucking working, it was working so well, there was no fighting it at this point.

You were his to use.

“Sirius!  Sir-.” You felt his hand on your mouth a moment later as he sped up his pace, making your vision go white for a moment… God, there was no one like him, nothing had ever felt as good as being fucked senseless by him.

“Sh…” You whimpered against his hand and reached down, rubbing at your own clit as he moved quicker, seeming to be reaching his end.  Good, me fucking too. “Someone could hear us.” That made you laugh a bit as he pulled away.

“Why would… They be listening…” You breathed, knowing damn well what he meant… Anyone would be listening if you couldn’t quiet down enough to ensure that this was a secret.

“Never too careful.” He grunted, his fingers digging into you as sped up a bit more, knocking the wind out of you… God, this was perfect, but it wasn’t everything yet.

You needed it to be everything, you needed him like you needed air right now.

“Oh, fuck… Harder!” You gasped, and he paused for a moment, which was like… The opposite of what you wanted from him - how hard was it to just listen to the instructions that he was given?

“You’re sure?” His question was soft, gentle, and one he’d asked a thousand times before, but you’d never get tired of hearing it… It was a good reminder that he cared.

“Mhm. Harder.  Please.” Each movement that followed put the last to shame, making your head spin as you moved quicker against your own clit, wanting nothing more than to cum on his cock.

He gripped your hips, moving you against him even as he thrust mercilessly.

Yesyesyes.

“Take it, good girl… Take it…” He grunted, thrusting so hard that your knees gave out, and his arm around your waist was the only thing holding you up as your vision greyed out, a familiar coil in your stomach.

“Gonna cum…” He paused for a moment, something that made you think that maybe he was cruel.

“Wait… Wanna cum with you, wait.” You whimpered, shaking your head… God, you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer at this point… You fucking needed to cum, what was hard to understand about that?

“Sirius, please!  Pleasepleaseplease-.” He cut you off.

“Now.  Cum for me.” He insisted, and you weren’t sure what it was, but something in his voice made you come undone as his thrusts became sloppy, his cum filling you up in a way that made you shiver.

“Oh… Fuck, yes!  Yes, Sirius, yes… I’m.. Ha…” You gasped, your orgasm shooting through you as you collapsed against the wall, feeling him heavy against you, still deep in your cunt as he caught his breath.

Fucking hell.

“Merlin, that was good.” He breathed, rubbing your hips softly as he pulled out of you, making you wince a bit at the sting… It never hurt going in, but sometimes if he was rough enough, it stung a bit coming out, no fault of his… Fault of both of yours, really.

“Ha…” You breathed, feeling him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he turned you around, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so that you could bury your face in his shoulder for a moment, both of you breathing heavily before you broke apart to get redressed.

You grimaced as you pulled your panties back on, knowing that you should clean up… But you’d do it later, you wanted to feel the reminder that the two of you were together now.

“Good one to end on, eh?” He asked, his cocky grin making you roll your eyes as you sighed, shaking your head.

Would there very really be a ‘one to end on’?  You’d both always want more.

“Oh come off it…” You leaned in, kissing him softly before you pulled away and looked down, buttoning his pants for him. “I’ll see you back here again tomorrow.” You insisted, patting his cheek.  You walked towards the door first, knowing the drill - you first, him about a minute later, even if there was just one person outside that door.

You waited to hear his response.

“Brilliant.” As expected.

[seoktized]

i need super mean gunwook to absolutely RUIN me bc he doesn’t like the outfit i was gonna go out in.. also my head has been full of gunwook with his purple hair slick back in that tight ass black tee shirt like WHAT

“too short. find something else.” you heard him say from behind you. you turned around, crossing your arms as you pouted. “wookie! pleaseee? i really like this outfit.” you whined, but gunwook shook his head.

“you look so sexy..” he purred as he walked up to you, “but i don’t want anyone out there seeing what’s mine.” his hands went to your ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling you against him. “so, find something different.” he grinned, playfully smacking your ass as he pulled away.

“no. i’m wearing this. if you don’t like it then too bad.” you spat. gunwook stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to you, “what?” you stood up tall, repeating your previous sentence.

just as you finished, you were turned around and pressed against the wall, gunwook hiking up your already short skirt. “someone wants to be a brat? i’ll treat you like one.” he mumbled, his hand striking down on your ass. a loud moan left your lips at the contact, making gunwook laugh.

“little slut probably did this on purpose. you wanna get fucked silly, huh?” he teased. gunwook quickly dropped his boxers, stroking himself before pushing your panties to the side and sliding into your soaking cunt. “fuck- so tight..” he groaned.

he slowly started to thrust, his large hands gripping your hips as his pace became ruthless. his hand came down on your ass over and over as you moaned loudly at the pain.

“fuck, wookie! g’na cum-!” you moaned wantonly, quickly reaching the brink of your orgasm. “cum for me, baby. fuck, be a good slut and cum on my cock.” he groaned, feeling himself nearing the end as well.

his degrading words sent you over the edge, your legs almost giving out before gunwook held you up. “shit shit shit, gonna cum!” gunwook moaned before he pressed his hips flush against yours, emptying his seed into your cunt.

you both took a moment to calm down before gunwook slid himself out, eyes locked on the way his cum leaked out of you. “maybe you should wear this skirt so they can see my cum dripping out of you..” he joked, quickly bringing up his fingers to push his cum back inside <3

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

pleaseee kisses prompts 14, 15, and 33 with patrick zweig 🙏🫠

Sure :D

Prompts: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it; a kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished; a fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings: Fluff; flirty Patrick; fake dating; smooches

Summary: Finding your plus one to a wedding at the last minute on Tinder had been dicey, sure, but you couldn't have anticipated this.

"Would you cut it out?"

"No." Patrick's refusal was muffled as he chowed down on another two mini crab cakes. You glanced around nervously, concerned that anyone you knew might see your plus one shoving every hors d'oeuvre that he could get his hands on into his mouth.

Finding your plus one to a wedding at the last minute on Tinder had been dicey, sure, but you couldn't have anticipated this.

The trade was straightforward: Patrick was your plus one to your friend's wedding, and you let Patrick shower at your place and crash at yours (or cover the cost of a motel for the night—he was cool with either).

But now, you were considering cutting ties early. If Patrick kept this up, then it defeated the whole fricking purpose of having him go with you in the first place. You didn't think that anything could be more embarrassing than showing up to a wedding alone while your ex was attending with his new girlfriend, but the way Patrick was stuffing his face was quickly proving you wrong.

"Seriously," You hissed, leaning in and elbowing him in the side, "You're either gonna choke, or I'm going to choke you."

Patrick grinned as he chewed, dusting off his fingers.

"Okay," He agreed before chasing the swallow with a swig of his beer. "Okay, you're right. I'll slow it down."

"Thank you."

"Need to save room for dinner, anyway. And cake. Are people still doing cake at weddings?"

"Sometimes."

"You think they will?"

"Honestly, they seem more like a dessert bar couple. They'll probably have a little cake for themselves."

"Explains why I haven't seen one." He folded his arms on the high table, glancing around the others mingling at cocktail hour. "Seen the ex yet?"

"No."

"You should've shown me a picture, I could keep an eye out for him, too."

"Better if you don't know what he looks like. Then you can be genuinely surprised if I introduce you."

"You don't trust my acting abilities?"

"With all due respect, you could be Ted Bundy 2.0 for all I know."

"Fake cast and missing puppy story not included."

You smiled in spite of yourself, and Patrick grinned.

"Tell me about yourself," He urged.

"What for?"

"Gotta pass the time somehow—especially if you're going to poo-poo me from the pu pu platter."

"There isn't a pu pu platter in sight."

"Can you just appreciate the joke?"

"It was a fine joke."

"C'mon. I mean, you're funny, you're gorgeous," He raised his hand, waving toward you, "Why does someone like you need to surf Tinder to find a plus one?"

You smiled, looking down at your drink.

"First of all, thank you."

"Anytime."

"Second of all...I don't know, since my ex left me I've been focusing on myself."

"No hoe phase?"

"Hoe—ly shit, you seriously talk to people you don't know like that?" You scoffed.

"I just mean, you know. Sometimes after a breakup, you wanna fuck around a little. Nothing wrong with that. It would explain why you're on Tinder."

"Oh? Is that you're on Tinder?"

"Honestly? No."

"Why, then?"

Patrick shrugged. "I like sex and sometimes I have trouble finding somewhere to sleep."

"How's that working?"

"Better than you'd think."

"Does the sex thing always happen?"

"Not always. I'm happy to crash on a couch."

"Mm."

"Not that I mind it when it happens. Thanks for answering my question, by the way."

"What do you mean?"

"About the hoe phase. You just said 'the sex thing' like it's a creature from the black lagoon."

"I did not—" You began to wind up for the next round of argument, but were cut off by the sound of your name being called. You winced, steeling yourself and urging, "Don't look."

"That the ex?"

"Yes."

"Perfect," Patrick stood up straighter, straightening his jacket. "Showtime."

"You sound way too excited—"

"Hey!" Your ex spoke up behind you, and you slapped a smile on, wheeling around and greeting, "Jeremy, hi!"

"How's it going?" Jeremy began to lean in for a hug, but went still when Patrick curled his arm around your waist. Your stomach flipped at the gesture, keeping your eyes carefully trained on Jeremy's face.

"It's going great, how are you?"

"It's good, it's good."

"Where's Francesca?"

"Oh, she's grabbing a drink."

"Awesome."

"You want another one, baby?"

Patrick's question threw you for a loop for a second, but you shook your head, smiling.

"I'm good, hon, but thanks."

"I don't think we've—met?" Jeremy's voice tipped up, and you had to fight off a laugh.

"I don't think you have. Jeremy, this is Patrick."

"Hi."

You watched Jeremy hold his hand out to shake, but Patrick just tightened his grip on your hip, drawing you a little closer as he offered, "Nice to meet you."

Jeremy's smile faltered as he drew his hand back, tucking it into his pocket.

"You two been together long?"

"Oh, gosh, a few months," You flubbed.

"How'd you, uh—How'd you meet?"

"At a match. I'm a tennis player."

"Oh! You any good?" Jeremy asked.

"He's the best," You answered without missing a beat.

Patrick chuckled softly, nose nudging against your cheek. "You're gonna make me blush, sweetie."

"Good," You smiled at him. A thrill shot through you as Patrick's eyes dipped to your mouth, and before you knew it, he was leaning in for a gentle kiss. You let your eyes slip closed, your lips working tenderly against his. Patrick's hand slid from your hip, sliding lower and palming your ass. You drew back, giving Patrick a warning look before turning to look at Jeremy again as he cleared his throat.

"I should go find Francesca."

"Sure! It was great seeing you."

"You, too—and nice meeting you, Patrick."

"Charmed," Patrick cooed. The two of you watched him turn, disappearing into the crowd.

"...That was good, right?"

"Yeah, it was good...Patrick?"

"Yeah?"

"Get your hand off of my ass."

"Sure." He gave it a pat before turning back to the table, eyeing a passing server's tray. "Is that shrimp cocktail?"

--

"That wasn't so bad."

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Little bit of both." Patrick leaned against your front hall wall. You took him in for a moment, taking in his loose tie, and his jacket where he was holding it over his shoulder.

"I think we were very convincing, so," You tipped your head from side to side. "You're right. It wasn't so bad. Thank you."

"Hey, sure. You can just venmo me."

"What?"

"For the motel."

"Oh! Oh, of course." You fished into your purse for your phone, biting your lip. To be honest, you'd been rethinking that particular part of the plan all evening. You hated to admit it, but Patrick was gorgeous, and had been so goddamn charming. He'd been funny, had made conversation with the other guests at your table, and he'd been perfectly affectionate—kisses on the cheek, the lips; a hand on your back, your waist. A time or two, he'd gazed into your eyes in a way that had felt so sincere and...Real.

Sure, he'd driven you nuts at the beginning of the evening, but he had grown on you.

"Um," You spoke up. "I was, uh...I was thinking."

"What about?"

"About the sex...Thing." You glanced nervously toward Patrick just in time to see his expression melt into flirty intrigue.

"Oh yeah?" He goaded. "What about it?"

You couldn't just come out and say it, right? You set your phone down on the counter and strode toward Patrick before you could talk yourself out of it. You grasped his rough cheeks, drawing him in for a kiss. He went without hesitation, dropping his jacket and curling his arms around you. You groaned softly, sliding a hand up into his hair and letting him steer you back against the wall. You parted your lips as Patrick's tongue probed them gently, his leg slotting between yours and rocking it back and forth.

You rolled your hips down against it, whining softly against his lips as his hands skimmed over your body. Patrick began to draw away, but you leaned up, catching hold of his lower lip with your teeth and giving it a rough bite. His hips jolted against yours, groaning low in his throat as you soothingly slipped your tongue along the skin.

"Do you still want me to Venmo you?" You asked.

"Not really. You still want me to crash on the couch?"

You hummed, pretending to contemplate before you let your hand slide from his curls to his neck.

"How about we start on the couch."

[tropicalszns]

hello kitten 😈

PLEASEEE do gojo 🙏 can you do like really silly gojo annoying reader from the SECOND she wakes up to the end of the day, like him and utahimes dynamic basically, and we’re extremely annoyed by him and are always trying to get him to shut up ? you’re welcome to do whatever prompt but make sure to make it FLUFFY!!! and smut if you’d like, i wouldn’t mind 🌚 with muchhhh love xoxo

ROOMMATES !

⋆˚⟡˖° 𐙚 gojo satoru x black!fem!reader

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your roommate gojo can’t stop annoying you

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fluffff, silly gojo, friends to ??, they were roommates!, slightly suggestive.

word count

1,242

a/n

hey let’s get married frl I love u 🙏🏾😍😍 THANK U FOR BEING MY FIRST REUQESY, forgive me for my tumblr being so glitchy and weird so like I can’t do what I wanna do!! but thank u again for requesting and I’m gonna try and make this the best I can possibly be 🫡 so sorry if it isn’t up ur standards 😭

“UGH!” You groaned. You were once again picking up the dirty socks Satoru left lying around the floor. In the living room, the kitchen, his bedroom, the bathroom, and your bedroom? You put two fingers up by your nose, squeezing hard to block out the stench of the sock you’d just picked up. “This is so gross..” you told yourself.

You walked the living room to see Satoru on his phone, his feet kicked up against the armrest of the couch you just cleaned not too long ago. “Stop leaving your dirty socks around the floor, stinky idiot.” You tossed the sock on his chest, seeing him immediately sit up and push the sock away. “Hey! Don’t do that! I just bought these clothes, not cool.” He frowned, glancing at his sock. “And for the record, I am not stinky, that’s all you.”

You raised your brow, “Me?! You leave your dirty laundry for me to clean!” You scoffed, “I’m not arguing with you, clean up after yourself and stop being lazy.” You begin to walk away. Gojo huffed, mocking you as you walked away, “Not my mom.” He murmured to himself. “I heard that!”

“Cmon! Cmon!” You bit your lip, your fingers fidgeting to your controller. You were in an intense game with your friends and so close to winning. “I got him!” You said excitedly, leaning back against the couch. Your eyes focused on the TV, you couldn’t have any distractions, no interrup- “Do you know where you put the leftovers?” Gojo announced. He slid his hand up his shirt and itched his side and yawned. “Not now, Gojo. Can you shut up?” Your brows pulled together, your frustration building up.

“I don’t know can I?” He snickered, hearing you say nothing after. His laughter died down as he pouted. “No fun, party pooper. Before I went to sleep I didn’t see anything in the fridge, did you make something?” He continued to speak, walking to the couch and glancing at the TV. If he was being honest, he didn’t really care that you were playing the game. He was hungry, and he wanted food now.

“Heeeeyyyy..” he nagged in your ear. You glared at him, swiftly slapping his face. “Ouch!” He held his nose, rubbing his face. “Seriously- not now! Go look for something to eat, stop bothering me!” You urged Gojo, putting your attention back on your game. “Fine.” Satoru sulked and walked over to the kitchen. He stood in front of the fridge, feeling too lazy to even open the fridge door.

He walked back into the living room and crossed his arms. “I don’t see anything, just your stupid drinks.” Satoru deeply sighed, crossing his arms. “Pleaaaseeee, make me something to eat! M’hungry! M’gonna die!” He whined. You felt anger boil your veins, before you could turn around to yell at him, you had gotten killed and finished in 2nd place. Your eyes widened, dropping your controller.

You were speechless. Your lips curled into a line, trying to take breathers but nothing worked. You turned your head to Satoru slowly, watching his sly grin. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you’re so fucking annoying!” You began to yell at him but Satoru only smiled. “Sooo.. are you gonna get me some food?”

Safe to say that the day ended off with Satoru getting cold microwaved left overs and a bruised body.

“This food is cold..” he whined, picking his fork at the cold mash potatoes. “You asked for food, stop complaining.” You narrowed your eyes at him, scoffing. “Such a baby.” You muttered.

Gojo laid in his bed peacefully, wrapping himself in his blankets with the only light in the room is his phone. “Oh my gosh! Satoru!” You squealed, barging in his phone. Your eyes looked around the room, “Ugh, you’re so..” you rolled your eyes and opened the blinds. Gojo groaned, putting his blankets over his head. “Stooop!” he insisted. “No, anyway, I got a date! So you know what that means!!” You smiled.

Gojo gasped, lifting the covers. “You’re gonna come home crying about your date, then somehow make it my problem because you are always annoyed!?” Your face dropped, “I should kill you, I don’t know how we are roommates.” You blurted. “‘Cause you’re broke!” He smiled.

“I hate you!” You groaned, walking about and slamming the door behind you. “I love you too, I think!!” He yelled back.

A couple hours later, you walked into the apartment, tears streaming down your eyes. Your mascara running down your cheeks, ruining your make up. You continued to sob with your head aching and barely being able to walk in your heels, you dashed to your room and slammed the door behind you. Satoru lifted his head, raising a brow as he heard your sobs. “Eh?” He hummed. He took the pillow off his chest and rested his phone on the coffee table. Satoru got up and walked to your room, the door closed.

He placed his ear against the door. Your sobs being heard so loudly, he jolted. He knocked on the door, his heart slightly wrenching from your heavy and horrific sobs. “Uh, are you okay?” Something he probably wasn’t supposed to ask but he didn’t know how to comfort you. Usually you’d come back from your dates upset or irritated because they were a jerk, now you’re crying. He’s never seen you cry, nor did he have it on his check-list for today.

“Go away, asshole!” Your voice was muffled by your face deeply hidden in the pillows. “Uh huh, no. I don’t wanna.” He testified. Satoru twisted the knob and opened the door to see you sulking in your bed. Your dress still on and one heel on the side of the room and another on your foot. Your pillow dirty from your make up and dry tears and mascara implanted on your face.

“You look horrific.” He snorted. He quickly shut down by you throwing a pillow at him. “Go away! You’re so! Ugh!” You cried. “I was just joking, oh my god! Such a downer.” He rolled his eyes, but he secretly was chuckling to himself. He sat on the edge of your bed, watching you try and hide yourself from him. “You don’t have to be upset because of a date, you’ll be fine.” He shrugged. Satoru wasn’t in your shoes, nor does he ever want to be in it. He didn’t know how to comfort you because he knows eventually you’ll find another date that’s probably better than the last.

“He probably doesn’t even deserve you, and you should be confident to know that. I think.” He added. You didn’t speak, only keeping your face buried in the pillow. “I’m not helping, am I?” He asked, you nodded. “M’sorry.” He apologized. He looked around the room, seeing your posters and plushies, it was like he was somewhat interested in it. He moved a bit, pushing himself further in the bed.

“Do you want a hug?” He offered. You somewhat nodded your head which is enough for him. He awkwardly laid down next to you, pulling you in for a hug. “You’re kinda heavy, no offense.” Satoru blurted out. “Shut up.” You replied harshly. “You’re right, my bad.” He snickered, putting his chin on your shoulder. It felt like more of a cuddle instead of a hug, but you weren’t complaining.

“Wait, what is that poking my butt?—”

made by, tropicalszns, please do not copy, steal or repost my work without permission

[kayschariot]

sex on the couch please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

yes🙏🙏

-

“I can’t stop imagining you like that now..”

(smut..duh)

“Do you wanna watch a movie.” Alex asked you and you’d nod. you two would get set up and be sitting there with a blanket cuddling.

It would all be fine if the sex scene in the movie didn’t turn Alex on, he couldn’t stop thinking about you being in those positions and he looked at you. “oh my god..” He’d glance at you occasionally but the lingering thought of you naked made him crazy, crazy enough he got an erection but thank god the useless ass blanket was there right..RIGHT!?

no you noticed and looked straight at him, to be honest you didn’t know if it was the sex scene, you kind of hated him staring at other women like that but you get it.

“I can’t stop imagining you like that now..” He covered his face and groaned. You’d understand now and giggle. you’d continue watching but slip your hand under his sweat pant through his boxers and rub his bulge. “Holy fuc-Ah~” He’d lean his head back looking at you desperately.

he’d slip your hand out and grab both of your hands pinning you back to the couch and kissing you aggressively. You couldn’t help but whimper under him.

he put his knee between your legs putting a bit of pressure on your pussy making shivers run down your spine.

you had butterflies from this and felt all tingly inside. He broke the kiss slipping his shirt off and throwing it.

“Goddamn I hate when you do teasing shit,” He’d start taking of your clothes successfully and finally got to your bra and panties,

He’d unclasp it from the back with one hand and slip it off and smile when he sees your boobs. He’d tweak a nipple getting a reaction out of you cause you were moaning as he did so. He’d kiss down your neck massaging your nipple until he sucked on one.

You leaned your head back feeling some type of heat, or need that you needed satisfied, by him..only him.

he released his mouth with a almost silent ‘pop’ sound.

He’d look at the wet mark on your panties as he leaned up and smirked and slipped those off. he’d take his boxers off and get back on top of you positioning himself. He’d kiss the top of your head and stick his cock in slowly.

“A-Alex-..!” you’d feel pain almost immediately. “It’s Alright..it’ll feel good give it a second..” He said kissing you before getting fully inside you. “Damn you’re tight..” He said as he started to thrust slowly.

You started to whimper and moan and it made him so turned on. Alex started thrusting into you faster grabbing your hips and pulling them into him.

Your moans started getting louder..and you were grasping onto him trying to get a word out or say his name to try and slow him down but you couldn’t you just shut your eyes and leaned your head back.

“Look at me..” he’d grunt out grabbing your neck. You can’t tell if you were feeling fear or heat but you think it was both with how dominant he was being with you. “good girl.” He’d say once you to made eye contact and smirk seeing the reactions your pretty face made.

“You like it..Hmm?” He said as you got closer, You’d nod eagerly and he’d pull out. “Beg for it.” He’d say and reposition his hand to hold your face.

“A-Alex-..”

“No beg for it..” He’d say

“Please..i’m so close..” You’d say and he’d shake his head “more.” He’d demand and you’d be so pissed off clearly. “Alex..baby..please..please i wanna cum so bad pleaseee..” You’d say desperately, and start playing with your clit.

He’d smirk, “Damn..” He said not really letting it sink in that you’d practically let the boy do anything to you by now. He slid his cock in again, thrusting a couple more times and letting you finish, and when you did it was music to his fucking ears. He’d pull out, “Where do you want it?” He’d ask.

you shrugged so he came on your stomach. “You did so good, i love you” He’d kiss your head and get you two cleaned up. You guys would finish the movie cuddling on the couch and he told you how much he loved you.

[noire999]

Cuddle with me?

•°. *࿐ nanami x reader •°. *࿐

•°. *࿐ cw. non-curse AU, 18+, MDNI, cockwarming, praise kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex

I will post toji's ver. soon!

Toji's!

"kentooo" you call out to him pouting while he's still working at his desk. It's late at night now and he is still working. Despite what he says that he dislikes working overtime, he can't help but do it since he's the CEO of the company.

"yes, my love?" he asks you while he's typing something on his laptop. You lightly lean on his desk on his side which makes him turn to you looking at him pouting. "you said you would cuddle with me..." Ah. He must've forgotten about that. It's already late and it's been more than two hours since he's sat in his home office.

It hasn't been 15 minutes already and yet he can feel you squirming on his lap so much. "stop squirming." He says this as he wraps his arm around your waist. " 'm sorry, Kento, 'jus want you so bad." You look up at him with those doe eyes that he finds it hard to resist. You give him pepper kisses all over his face as you continue to grind on his clothed cock.

"Fuck, baby. I'm not getting any work done at this rate."

"Please daddy? Please pleaseee?"

"How about I just cockwarm you daddy??" He doesn't have to think about it since you were going to do it anyways no matter what he says. His baby girl always gets what she wants.

"Alright, but you better behave so I can finish this quickly." He kisses you deeply feeling his warm tongue on yours as you unzip his pants, rubbing your pussy on his hard-on, he takes it you didn't wear any panties and already assuming you would do this to him.

"Kentooo~" You moan his name as you slide his cock into your warm pussy. You take your time to fully adjust to his size until it reaches the hilt. He can feel you pulsating on his big cock, wanting to move but you dare not to. You want to be a good girl for him, you want him to praise you. "fuck...so good baby...just like that." He pecks your cheeks, as you struggle not to move right now.

You don't know how many minutes have passed already. Your brain is mushy as you lay your head back at his shoulder from the feeling of cockwarming him. You just feel yourself cumming if he fucks you right now. He saves the last document annnd he's done. He shuts down his laptop and puts all his materials to the side.

He immediately places you on the table, and fucks your needy pussy. He lets out a groan and feels you tighten around him. He fucks you hard from behind as you feel his breath against your ear. "Such a good girl for daddy. Letting him cockwarm your pretty pussy for him to fuck you hard." You whine. You feel him pull your hair and you pulsate on his cock. He feels this and decides to tease you. "You like that baby? You like it when I get a little rough on you? Is that it, baby girl?"

Your eyes are rolled back into your head. He fucking you like he's releasing all the stress he had for the whole day. And you cannot form any words right now. Only the 'yes...daddy...', 'fuckkk!' and your moans fill up the room. "Baby girl, decided to cockwarm daddy to release his stress, huh?" He says this as he gives your ass a slap. He feels clenching on his cock as you nod dumbly. "Shit. Baby girl, you're so good to me. Gonna cum inside you now, okay?"

"please please please!!! I want daddy's cum!! Wanna feel daddy's cum inside me!"

oh so now you can suddenly talk. begging for his cum. begging for him to fill you up. You arch your back and he can feel you cumming already on his cock, milking him. "F-fuck!" Not a second later, he cums deeply inside you so you won't waste a drop of his cum. He stays like that for a while just how you always like it. And both of you sit on his office chair with you on his lap. You feel yourself calming down and him caressing your lower belly.

"Kento?" You look at him with those same doe eyes he fell in love with.

"Yes darling?"

"I love you so much, Kento." You smile at him and kisses his lips.

"I love you too, my dear." ♡