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Achieve Smooth, Flawless Skin with the Right Hair Removal Solutions
Hair removal is an essential part of many people’s grooming routines. Whether you're dealing with facial hair or body hair, finding the right Hair Removal products can make a world of difference in achieving smooth, flawless skin. In this article, we'll explore facial hair removal kits, hair removal techniques, and smooth skin bundles that can help you maintain a hair-free, radiant complexion.
Facial Hair Removal Kit: Precision and Ease
Facial hair can be a sensitive issue for many individuals, but the right Facial Hair Removal Kit can provide a quick and effective solution. These kits are designed specifically for delicate facial skin and often include tools like:
Tweezers: For precise plucking of individual hairs, ideal for shaping eyebrows or removing stray hairs.
Epilators: Devices that use rotating tweezers to remove multiple hairs from the root, providing longer-lasting results.
Facial Razors: Gentle razors that quickly remove fine facial hair without irritating the skin.
Wax Strips: Pre-prepared strips that allow for quick and efficient hair removal, pulling hair from the root for smooth skin.
Choosing a facial hair removal kit that suits your skin type and hair thickness can help ensure a gentle and effective hair removal experience. Always follow the instructions provided and consider performing a patch test to check for sensitivity.
Hair Removal: Techniques and Options
Hair removal can be performed through various methods, each with its own advantages. Here are some popular hair removal techniques to consider:
Shaving: A quick and painless method, but it requires regular maintenance as it only removes hair at the surface.
Waxing: Provides longer-lasting results by removing hair from the root. Suitable for larger areas like legs and arms.
Laser Hair Removal: A semi-permanent solution that uses laser light to target and destroy hair follicles, reducing hair growth over time.
Depilatory Creams: Chemical-based creams that dissolve hair at the skin's surface, offering a pain-free option for smooth skin.
Selecting the right method depends on your preferences, pain tolerance, and the area you wish to target. Each method has its own pros and cons, so it’s essential to weigh these when choosing your preferred hair removal technique.
Smooth Skin Bundle: Comprehensive Care
For those looking for an all-in-one solution, a smooth skin bundle offers a combination of products designed to deliver soft and hair-free skin. These bundles typically include:
Exfoliating Scrubs: Help remove dead skin cells, leaving the skin smooth and prepared for hair removal.
Moisturizers: Hydrate and soothe the skin post-hair removal, reducing irritation and promoting healing.
Hair Inhibitors: Products that slow down hair growth, prolonging the smoothness between hair removal sessions.
Investing in a smooth skin bundle ensures that you have all the necessary tools to maintain a silky, hair-free complexion. These bundles are especially beneficial for those who value convenience and efficiency in their beauty routine.
Conclusion
Finding the right hair removal solution can significantly enhance your grooming routine and boost your confidence. Whether you choose a facial hair removal kit for precision, a comprehensive hair removal method for various body areas, or a smooth skin bundle for complete care, achieving smooth, flawless skin is within reach. Embrace these tools and techniques to enjoy hair-free, radiant skin every day.
#facial hair removal kit#face & body shaving combo#defender for her post shave kit#shape & trim combo#smooth skin bundle#hair removal
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Boys who fuck you slow and sensual when you’re sleepy. He’ll lay you on your side while his chest presses against your back. His cock fills you up so much all you can do is lay there mumbling barely audible thank yous.
“That’s it baby” his voice is sultry in your ear.
His breath fans across your skin as he pants, overcome with pleasure. He presses wet kisses to your skin while his hands leave no part of you untouched.
“You don’t have to do anything but lay here and cum on my cock angel”
His filthy words contrast the soft nickname he loves calling you. His hand comes down to your leg lifting it just a bit to allow himself to stroke deeper. He can feel the way you squeeze around his cock. You’re close, he tell from the way your breathing becomes shaky or how you can’t help but grind down onto him in an attempt to meet his thrust.
“Come on baby, make me proud” his own voice almost fails him from how good you feel. “Make a mess for me Angel, you can do it.”
He almost feels bad now. He knows he should be taking it slow on you but the way your hand grips his hip pulling him into you has him feeling feral. His head dips into your neck sucking harshly at the skin.
“I’m sorry baby” he grunts
His cock plunges into your dripping hole at a rough pace.
“Your pussy is just too good”
He pulls the loudest moans from you and smiles at the sounds. He makes a mental note to record next time so he can remember how pretty you sound creaming on his cock.
“Take this cock for me, I know you can do it”
His words go straight to your core. You’re almost sure you’re going to have to change the sheets when he’s done with you. His hand smooths over to your core rubbing circles on the small bundle of nerves.
“mmm so good for me aren’t you, it’s okay you can cum” His cock is relentlessly pounding into you.
“And say my name when you do Angel, I love when you do that”
Kuroo, Bokuto, Osamu, Hinata, Sugawara, Atsumu, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Gojo, Choso
🏷️: let me know if any of you would like to be added to my tag list for other works
#kuroo x reader#bokuto x reader#osamu x reader#hinata x reader#sugawara x reader#atsumu x reader#oikawa x reader#iwaizumi x reader#gojo x reader#choso x reader#kuroo smut#bokuto smut#osamu smut#hinata smut#sugawara smut#atsumu smut#oikawa smut#iwaizumi smut#gojo smut#choso smut
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Calmness ✧
Plot: Ken and you have a real daughter.
A/N: kinda short :(
Soft evening light filtered through the den, casting everything in that warm, nostalgic glow you'd come to associate with pure contentment over these past few blissful years together.
Ken's attention remained transfixed on that vintage baseball game rerun flickering across the flatscreen.
Body settled deep into those overstuffed couch cushions with one leg casually crossed over the other in peak middle-aged dad repose.
But it was the tiny, swaddled bundle cradled against his barrel chest that held your rapt fascination from the archway.
Soaking in every precious detail of their serene tableau with an overflow of maternal adoration swelling in your breast.
At just three months old, your newborn daughter remained utterly oblivious to her surroundings - cherubic features smoothed into perfect repose while bronzed lashes fanned over porcelain cheeks.
One little fist tucked up beneath her chin while the other tiny starfish hand rested atop Ken's broad pec, rising and falling with each of his steady rumbles.
Her doting father absently brushed the pad of his thumb in soothing circles over the minuscule knuckles. Never once taking those transfixed mahogany pools off your slumbering miracle's face as if committing every microscopic shift to eternal memory.
That singular worshipful reverie you'd immediately recognized and fallen hopelessly in love with all over again these past few weeks.
The exact same soul-deep look Ken once bestowed solely upon the orphaned kaiju he'd raised before watching her depart for greener pastures - now magnified tenfold through his unbreakable connection to your shared offspring.
A permanent reminder of the family you created together from that cosmic loneliness.
"She's not at all like Emi was , is she?" You murmured, footsteps barely audible across the plush carpet until dropping onto the open cushion space beside him.
Ken responded with only a low rumbling hum from his broad chest while immediately unfurling that sheltering arm around your shoulders.
Cocooning you into his solid, familiar warmth until your cheek smooshed comfortably against the firmness of his shoulder. Close enough to press a wandering caress across your tiny miracle's silken crown.
"No - she's not. She's ours." A meaningful pause preceded Ken's soft, gravelly rasp ghosting across your hairline. "Our daughter...our real baby that you gave me, sweetheart. One I'll guard with my life the same way I do for you always."
Melting into the tender, possessive squeeze encircling your trim waist, you craned your chin up against his collarbone to receive that lingering brush over your puckered lips.
Ken's soulful gaze locked onto yours - swimming depths of protective ferocity tamed only through utter reverence for the two solitary souls anchoring his universe now.
The unspoken mantra of doing anything to safeguard the loves of his life until extinction itself.
"You've already given me more than enough happiness to last a trillion lifetimes, babe. Thank you," he whispered hoarsely against your skin.
"For being everything I could've dreamed during those cold, empty decades..."
You stifled the tiny sniffle by reclaiming his questing mouth in a searing, needful communion - conveying through satin caresses alone just how desperately you treasured this man and the profound sanctuary of family he'd bestowed upon you.
Your Ultraman, protector, partner, and living legacy of insurmountable love all in one. Cradling you both to his gallant hero's heart for eternity.
#ken sato x reader#ken sato#ken sato x you#ken sato x y/n#kenji sato x reader#kenji sato#kenji sato x you#kenji sato x y/n#kenji sato headcanons#kenji sato fluff#ken sato fluff#ultraman#Ultraman rising
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hii!! congrats on your 5k followers, I'm glad glad. 💖💖
cann I haveeeeee 🍩?? (frat!rafe with daddy kink??) 🙈🙈 i wish you the best!!
warnings: shy!reader, kinda mean!rafe, daddy kink, brief mention of phone sex/sexting, unprotected sex, semi public sex (at a party), slight choking, slight praise, dirty talk, creampie, hint of impregnation kink at the end
a/n: frat!rafe has a special place in my heart i’m afraid.. you guys have been sending me AMAZING req’s for my 5k celebration, i genuinely can’t wait to answer as many as i can <3
“come on, baby, call me what you called me in those text messages.” rafe teased you, his cock prodding at your entrance. if someone told you that sexting with a frat president would land you in his bed with his friends right outside the door, you wouldn’t believe them. “i can’t..” you whimpered, your eyes heavy with tears as he wrapped a hand around your throat. “yes, you can.” rafe studied your face. you looked so pretty underneath him. “what, are you shy now? you weren’t so shy when you sent me pictures of those perfect tits.” he laughed.
your skin flushed at the memory. you had never provocatively pointed a camera at yourself, let alone posed and sent a photo, but rafe’s words and desperation to see you naked had made you crumble. “please! ‘just want you inside me..” you reached up, pressing a hand against his toned chest. “not until you say it.” he shook his head, squeezing the sides of your neck softly. swallowing thickly, you gazed up at him. “who’s your fuckin’ daddy?” your eyebrows knitted together as rafe leaned down, his lips ghosting over your own. “you are- oh!” you gasped when he thrusted into you without warning.
“i’m your what?” he feigned confusion, taking your thigh and wrapping it around his waist. he felt so good, your walls stretching deliciously around his length. “you’re my daddy!” you practically screamed when his thumb found your clit, his lips latching onto the sensitive spot on your neck. rafe couldn’t explain it, but hearing you call him that made something primal awake within him. suddenly he wanted to fuck you dumb, and make you a whining mess. “you’re so fucking perfect, holy shit.” he rolled his hips into yours, your back arching off of his bed at the pleasure.
the lewd sounds of your soaked cunt, paired with the heavy breathing from the man above you, did nothing to conceal the music coming from downstairs where a party was in full swing. you clung onto him the closer you got to your peak, your eyes fluttering shut as he whispered filthy obscenities in your ear. “acting like a shy girl, but really you just want to be fucked like the filthy slut you are, huh?” you cried out, his advances on your sensitive bundle of nerves sending you over the edge, your thighs trembling as you covered your mouth. rafe looked offended as you tried to keep yourself quiet.
“fuck that, let me hear you.” he took the palm you had pressed against your lips and pinned it to your side. rafe leaned down, trailing kisses down your jaw as you let out the pettiest noises he’s ever heard. you shook against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck while he spilled inside of you, his own high hitting him with an unforgivable force. he cursed against your skin, his fingers curling into the flesh of your hips while he eased his movements to a smooth stop. you were still teary eyed and going through the aftershocks of your orgasm when he pulled out, watching gloriously as his seed spilled out of you.
“i should do this to you every night.. ‘make you really give me that ‘daddy’ title.” he smiled wickedly, wrapping both of you in his sheets as he comforted you, stroking your cheek and running his fingers through your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.
#❤︎₊ ⊹ works#𐙚⋆°. victoria’s 5k celebration#outer banks#outer banks smut#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks imagine#obx#obx rafe#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron prompt#frat!rafe#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x you#shy!reader#rafe fluff#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#drew starkey
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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. boothill spending a nice, sunny day on the ranch with his family !
tags. pre-cyborg!boothill x wife!female reader. fluff, one tiny hint of angst. sfw. daughter is adopted. based on boothill’s lore. reader gets called ‘mama/momma’. i shed a tear writing this
“aye, yer getting good, kiddo.” boothill grins as he humors his daughter. he’s sitting on a patch of grass underneath an old tree, with his little girl sitting on his lap. his stetson hat lays low on his head, a piece of straw grass between his teeth.
days like these are the reason why he cherishes life. peaceful days where his wife and kid are the only ones surrounding him. home is where he belongs; with his daughter playing the tiny guitar he made her from scratch.
well—more like she’s beating it up.
“dada! dada!” she squeals as she harshly pats the strings, creating an unsatisfactory sound that would make anyone in the vicinity cringe. though, to boothill the sound is a sign of life. of his beloved child being carefree and happy.
the cowboy runs his fingers through the girl’s locks, admiring the little bundle of joy that’s been bestowed upon him. ever since he took her in, life’s been nothing but joyful. “adorable, ain’t ya?” boothill mumbles to no one in particular.
a warm breeze lifts his bangs ever so slightly, revealing those unique eyes of his. they’re filled with nothing but admiration for his daughter. perhaps also a hint of bittersweet warmth.
she’s growing up so fast.
“honey, dinner’s ready!” your voice makes both boothill and the child look up. boothill’s signature smirk only widens the moment you come out of the main house, wiping your hands off with your apron. you look stunning underneath the orange-ish sky. you’re also a reminder of how good boothill has it.
boothill nods and squeezes his daughter’s cheeks, gaining a small giggle at the touch. the calluses on his hands are a contrast to her smooth skin. the chubbiness in her cheeks is absolutely adorable to the white and black-haired man.
“oh, ya hear that? y’r momma made us some food,” boothill pokes the girl’s sides, which makes her laugh again. his favorite sound. she abandons her guitar and stands up, her legs still somewhat wobbly. she had only recently learnt how to walk on her own after all.
“mama!” the kid repeats, reaching her tiny hands out to your figure in the distance. you smile at the sight and crouch down, spreading your arms as you encourage her to walk towards you.
you nod and let out a small chuckle, “hi, baby! c’mon— come to mama!”
your daughter gasps and tries to find her balance before she sets another step. boothill watches her with a fond smile, his hands ready to catch her if she were to fall. though, there doesn’t seem to be any need for those precautions.
she waddles over to you in no time. her little gasps and pants as she tries to run melt the cowboy’s heart. he gets up and walks behind the tiny girl, a sudden mischievous grin on his face.
“heh,” boothill chuckles before acting like he’s going to run after her and catch her if she doesn’t run away from him, “better run before i catch ya!”
the child takes the light-hearted threat seriously and squeals at the sight of her father figure ‘running’ after her. her legs take her towards you as fast as they can, working overtime to reach the other side of the ranch, “waaaaaah!”
you laugh at the sight of your husband chasing after the little girl. he’s good with children—to your utter surprise. before boothill came home with the abandoned baby, you didn’t know if he’d have the skills to care for children. he is blunt, straightforward and rough in some ways.
however, your worries were soon to be proven wrong. it’s like boothill’s destined to be a girl dad. that’s how well he can get along with your adoptive daughter. it was difficult for him at first, but with some trial and error, he’s turned into a great father figure.
“got’cha!” boothill exclaims as he scoops the small child up in his arms the second she got close to you. he tickles her sides and she squirms—giggling like she’s never done before.
“nooooo!” she tries to protest between laughs, but it seems to be an impossible task. her little legs kick wildly in boothill’s embrace, but he doesn’t let up. he puts her over his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
“the food smells good, babe,” boothill whispers and kisses the top of your head. the smell of your delicious cooking makes his mouth water. he pinches your cheek and flashes you that charming grin of his not a second later, “bet it tastes fuckin’ amazing too.”
“language, honey,” you roll your eyes playfully and slap boothill’s bicep as a reminder. he simply shrugs and laughs menacingly.
you walk back with him into the house, one hand of his resting on your waist, whilst the other secures your (still squealing) daughter on his shoulder.
the sun setting gives the sky beautiful colors. orange, purple, yellow and a bit of red. it adds to the beauty of this moment—a family of three living happily ever after on their ranch—with nothing or no one to ruin their lives.
or so they thought.
#sttoru writes.#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#boothill x reader#hsr x you#hsr x y/n#boothill x you#boothill x y/n#hsr fluff#hsr imagines#sorry guys i had to make it angsty somehow
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whenever simon needs a lay, he doesn't go for girls like you: all snarky attitude and self-assuredness in that hole-in-the-wall bar with the peeling wallpaper, dim lighting, and sagging ceiling tiles. he wants those insecure things; the soft, quiet ones who've been recently dumped and are drinking away their woes. the ones who'll take him to theirs in a drunken haze and wake up startled, kicking him out of the front door without their number and an embarrassed forget this ever happened.
can do, sweetheart. (see ya never.)
but you've caught his interest. maybe it was the way your face was bare— pockmarks on your cheeks and eyebrows untamed—yet you exuded confidence not even that loud bimbo with the fake lashes and vibrant ruby lipstick could ever recreate. maybe it was the way you held your own against that drunken man who attempted to grab a handful of arse over your faded, torn jeans, catching his pathetic bollocks and giving them a gnarly twist.
who knows. who cares.
what matters is that you've caught him by complete surprise.
he figured you were the type to want a firm hand. a couple of harsh slaps to your cheeks (both top and bottom), a fistful of your hair in his grip to pull, and to fuck you into the mattress until your body was imprinted on it.
wrong.
the moment he pulled your hair taut, you'd immediately tangled your clever fingers into his chest hair. "i'm no horse, brit. my hair isn't reins for you to lead me around with."
then he tried to bend you over his knee. proper brat like you needs to be put in'er place.
also wrong. "not that either. not yet anyway."
and then he's wrong a third time because you're no passive participant.
he sloppily eats your cunt like it's his first meal since coming back from urzikstan— warm tongue, thick fingers, and the occasional pinch of his crooked teeth on your swollen bundle of nerves. when he tries to pull away, your entrance more than slick enough to take him without much discomfort, you fervently dig your heels into the scarred tissue of his strong back., stopping him in his tracks.
"you stop 'til i finish and not a moment sooner." his whiskey breath is warm between your legs when he huffs out, "affirm." you're fluttering around his hand in minutes when you start to direct him on how you like it, which he supposes is fortunate for you since he's real good at taking orders and even better at obeying them.
your climax is sweet in his mouth with a subtle hint of brine. the exact opposite of you, he finds. simon doesn't even get the chance to tell you to say anything because you're flipping onto your knees and shoving his rigid length into your mouth. he can't help the strangled sound that escapes him when the tip of him touches the back of your throat, constricting when you gag.
bloody hell.
you look up at him; wide, glassy eyes and sunken cheeks and it's pathetic how he can already feel himself on the precipice of ecstasy and he hasn't even gotten to the good part.
when he watches you place a condom in your mouth and roll it on his cock without hands, simon had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of england to stop the fire that threatened to light him ablaze.
alrigh', enough. on your back.
"no. get on yours."
your small hands push against his barrel chest, gesturing he lie back— today preferably.
impatient bint.
you ignore that quip, opting to wrap your fingers around his thick base and sink onto him in one smooth motion.
slow, don't want ya hurtin' ya'self.
he gnaws on his tongue painfully— almost cutting it open with his canine— to keep from finishing because, bloody fuckin' hell, do you feel like the heaven he'll never see.
simon's hands curl and tighten around the swell of your hips— his blunt, square nails digging into your sensitive skin. "easy," you hiss, "i bruise like a peach."
taste like it, too.
you look so sweet, so pliant while being split open on his cock, hot cunt sodden with your earlier release— it sends mind-numbing arousal tingling up his spine, feeling it at the base of his skull. simon grunts when you begin to move, a languid up and down, gentle but firm. spots dance in his vision when you take all of him, his bollocks flush against your arse.
pretty thing with fire in your eyes taking him so well even though others have needed breaks to work up to it. muscle memory takes over then, his callused fingers automatically searching for your swollen clit, but you slap them away. "too sensitive, i'd only be uncomfortable."
yes ma'am.
you chuckle at that, pussy fluttering as you do and simon hisses through his clenched teeth.
keep tha' up 'nd i'll be done before the fun even starts.
this time you clamp down on purpose, your cunt squeezing his cock like a silken fist. "wouldn't that just be a shame. old man like yourself only got one in you?" the playful taunt sinks its teeth into the ego he's never cared about— leaving behind a mark that stings and lingers— and the lieutenant rears his head, if only for a moment.
watch it.
your eyes widen fractionally but your lips curl at the corners in amusement. "sorry, sir." minx.
his thoughts dissolve like sugar in hot tea once your hips began to rise and fall again, this time a much quicker pace. he surrenders to your unsatiable passion-- a hungry beast, feeding on want, on need-- with only his obsidian-black mask as witness.
for the first time in months (since price bent him over his desk post-op that one time) he's the one getting fucked.
and when you plant your feet by his sides, when your hips cant at the slightest of angles, his flared head presses against something firm and his world ceases to exist, the intensity of now reaching its peak.
when he comes to, your sweat-slick body trembles with effort, your pretty cunt still stuffed to the brim with his softening length. but he's not done with you yet, not by a long shot. now it's his turn.
in a quick movement, you find yourself on your back, looking up at simon, and the mewl that falls from your lips bounces off of the spartan white walls when he hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, and claims you again.
he plans on leaving a delicious ache between your legs that won't let you forget this night-- at least not for the next few days. (not like you could, i mean look at him. plus, he's going to magically forget his gloves here, maybe his pack of cigarettes. he's also definitely jotting down his phone number somewhere.)
forgive me i'm tired now so i lost some air at the end hehehe
#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x f reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#cod smut#simon riley smut
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Simon screwing you in the shower.
The warm water dripped over your bodies like rain, coating everything inside of the shower with a layer of wetness. Sealed inside the oasis, a thick layer of heavy condensation filled the air, making all that you touched from each other to the walls slick.
Simon's large hand dug into your hip, making sure he had a good, strong grip on your thigh that he held up against his side so that he could thrust inside you easily.
Your hand was pressed against the foggy glass of the shower door, using it as a bit of leverage to keep you steady while those wide, muscular hips of his ground into your own as they rolled his cock into your pussy over and over again.
"Fuckin' hell," that husky voice hit your ears over the sound of the running water. His raw lips had just disconnected from around the tender flesh of your neck to move higher up towards your ear as he left a trail of burning kisses all along the moist surface.
Head back as he worked his magic, you felt him hum into your skin, his hips never loosing speed as he kept that's delirious rhythm steady on. "Cannot get enough of ya," he growled. "Even when I'm inside ya, I need more. I'm fuckin desperate, luv. Goddamn desperate."
Two beefy arms shoved you back suddenly as Simon pulled out of you, making you hit the back wall with a light thud as your body bounced off of it, but quickly you were scooped back up as he wrapped those arms back around your waist to hoist you up, making you throw your legs around him to hold on.
"Goddammit, I can't take it, need more... now," the desperation in his tone made your legs vibrate. Your clit twinged as he moved in and caught your lips with his own, squatting down so that he could realign his cock with your entrance and strike back up into you in one smooth motion.
All this wet, all this warmth, all this tepid flesh at his disposal, that only made the primal part of himself gain full control. As your bodies slipped and slid across each other, your back pressed firmly against the shower wall as your tits were pressed into his chest, he could do nothing more that rut into you like some beast hell bent on getting what was his.
His pace caught right back up to where it was seconds before, not a moment to spare. "You've put me under a spell, ya bitch," he grunted with the force of his thrusts. "I can't stop fuckin' pining for this tight little pussy. Gonna go fuckin' mad."
Your forearms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you held on while he bucked wildly in and out of you. The muscles in his back contracted and released under your fingertips, another sign of just how desperately rough his movements were.
His flesh was on fire, burning for you and only you, and even the water from the shower head was no help in taming it's flames. There was a part of him that worried he would not be able to stop until he had completely devoured everything inch of you; that was how strong his need was.
"Mine," he claimed aloud as you whimpered into his shoulder, his cock hitting that specific bundle of nerve ending inside you. "You're all mine, sweetheart. Ya got that? I can't fuckin' stand the thought of anyone else havin' ya, ever."
"Yes," you breathed, "say it again baby."
He smirked. "You're mine, mine. No one else can ever fuckin' touch ya. I ain't ever sharin' all this beauty."
A blanket of steamy air surrounded you both as the hot warm continued to pour in, locking out the entire world from the inside of the shower so it felt you were a million miles away. To be in such a place, in the throws of passion as Simon declared his claim to you, it was all so overwhelming that your body ached lustfully for release.
Fingernails dug into his back as the last bits of your sanity had you clinging on for dear life, the raw lines across his shoulder blades stinging from the water pouring down the contours of his back. "Goddamn, I just wanna keep my cock buried in you foreva," he hissed at your delicious roughness as your hips rolled over him, the pressure nearly at its peak. You were panting like a bitch in heat and he was doing everything he could to push you over the edge.
Pumping in and out of you with everything he had, his head wandered down the front of your chest as he squat down a little more, his mouth hungrily searching for it's prize. Finally he is able to reach your tit and greedily he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on the supple flesh as the tip of his tongue rolled around the silk smooth areola.
God your soft breast felt like heaven in between his lips, the damned flesh so juicy. He had to press his body even harder into your own to keep you from slipping, but it was worth it just to keep your tit locked in his mouth.
"Fuck, Simon," you moaned, your fingers running up the back on his neck to his head where you tangled them into his short, wet locks. That mouth was making you vibrate as the sensation of suction sent shocks of pleasure tingling down your spine.
Not one to ever leave any man behind, Simon unlatched from the first breast to give the other the same amount of attention. It was all too much, the pumping between your legs mixed with the tingling sensation at your breasts, and that heated pressure began gathering in the pit of your stomach, about to violently through you off.
Your hips ground more into him, he knows that telltale sign that you are close. Amber eyes met yours again as he moved back up to his full height; he needed to see it, the look in your eyes as you come.
"I know you're close, luv," he says assuredly. "That's it sweetheart, come for me. Come all over my fuckin' cock. Goddammit I need you to come for me...so bad..."
Simon had to have it, you orgasm; he needed to know that your body responded to his in that very precise way that would make sure you'd never stray. He desperately needed to be the one to get you off. And as he staved off his own orgasm, he would.
"Don't stop," you begged as your head fell back against the wall... as if Simon would ever even dream of such a thing.
"Not until your legs are fuckin' quakin', sweetheart."
His thighs were burning with shooting pain as he continued to squat under you, but he didn't stop; it was worthy any amount of discomfort to see you come completely undone.
Your fingers in his hair clenched down, yanking wildly at his hair as with a few more precise thrusts that warmth finally shot through your torso and you rocked forward against with a cry.
"A-ah... f-f-fuck..." you stammered as your orgasm shook through you.
"That's it," Simon coaxed you through it, "ride it all the fuckin' way with me, luv...almost there..."
And not even a few seconds more he followed suit, a gravely roar ripping through his chest as he milked himself completely dry, his body convulsing with the strength of his ejaculation; fuck did you always make him come so hard.
"G-goddamn..." he said through heavy breaths, his soaking head coming to rest with it's forehead against your shoulder.
He did not let you go until you had both calmed, just letting the sound of the running water and your breathing lull you both back down. Picking up his head from your body, he laid a breathless kiss up on your lips, his face resting against your own from sheer exhaustion.
"Told ya you'd fuckin' enjoy it," he said, playful smile plastered to those full lips.
Carefully he set you back on your feet, your legs wobbling tiredly from the exertion. "You could make me enjoy anything," you admitted freely. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
Simon's fingers twirled the loose, wet strands of your hair between them. "You got it wrong, luv, ya see it's you that could make me enjoy any fuckin' thing. My beautiful girl, I'd have a right ol time in hell if you were the one to take me there."
His large hand lingered against your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft, supple skin. "You've got me fuckin' whipped, sweetheart, and I am more than fine to keep it that way."
He held you close, peppering your cheeks with stray kisses as he moved you both back fully under the shower head, ready to clean up the delicious mess he had just made.
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HEADKANONS MK1 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊
TW: smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, thigh fetish, mutual masturbation, degradation, pet names, bdsm, blindfold sex, overstimulation, oral F!receives, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than 'you'.
Bi Han makes a standard sound when he's close to cumming, it's loud, hoarse moans and he'll curse as fuck off while he feels the familiar tightness in his balls - that is, you can tell when he's going to cum, mainly by the deep grouch sounds that come out of the ropes his vocals of him-as well as liking to cum on your belly or cum on your face, using his fingers of him to spread his essence all over everything. "-Fucking beautiful, dirty like a fucking stupid whore, look at this angelic face and dirty with my cum." -Bi Han said satisfied, looking at the mess he made on you. "-Our night isn't over (Y/N) I'm going to fuck your throat until you can't talk anymore."
Liu Kang likes to have you between his legs, sitting on his dick while he solves some things about the hourglass of time, he takes more pleasure in seeing you having fun, sleepy and drunk with pleasure, fitting your pussy on his fat dick while you I drooled on his muscular chest, leaving a wet trail - he would just say: "-Shhh my beautiful treasure, enjoy, feel stronger on my dick and melt into the pleasure I can give you." -while one of his hands were on your back, massaging lightly.
You were the first person to fuck Raiden, it was slow and loving sex, he was an extremely affectionate man asking you if you were enjoying it enough, where he was supposed to touch that caused you the most pleasure, if you were enjoying it enough to keep fucking him. You fucked on a cool night with a full moon, while the young Shaolin smiled at you, bringing one of your hands to his face. "-I love you (Y/N) and I will never forget this day."
Kuai Liang is a lover of sucking pussy, exclusively your pussy - he would stay 24 hours between your thighs if you let him and he could, stimulating your clitoris with his tongue and sticking his fingers inside your tight hole, licking the sensitive and smooth bundles of nerves while moaning softly against the flesh of your cunt. He loves teasing your clitoris by sucking, licking and rubbing - Liang loves sucking your pussy while looking deep into your eyes, absorbing every moan, reaction and sigh from your lips. "-What a sweet pussy (Y/N), so beautiful, tight and needy, just wanting my mouth, isn't it?" -Kuai Liang removed his mouth from your pussy, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva between your pussy and him. He soon turned you on top, making you ride his mouth. "-Sit on my fucking face, you naughty slut, let me feel that beautiful pussy cumming and squeezing my tongue."
Tomas Vrbada is the type of man who whines and gets overstimulated very quickly, especially eating your pussy, with you riding him, he will whimper and moan as he thrusts his hips hard, using the friction of your creamy, bulging walls for his cock, while he holds your hips tightly, he will cum inside you, but his dick will still be hard and dirty with cum, begging for more. "-Please (Y/N)... Fuuuck... I want to cum again, I need to make you scream, cum for me, squirt with your little pussy on my dick."
Syzoth has a fetish for having his head pressed between your thighs, he loves the feeling of your soft flesh slightly suffocating him, staying between his legs and just masturbating, feeling your dominance with him is the way to make Syzoth cum faster, going and coming with his hand on his own dick while feeling his soft skin. "-Yeesss~ Fuuuck (Y/N), this feels so good, I swear I'm going to fuck you so hard later." -he said salivating, while masturbating between the delicious tightness that you offered him.
Kenshi uses blindfolds on you too, it's a bit of an unfair game, since he can still see because of Sento, but he likes to see you completely at his mercy, seeing your lips twitch in surprise, after all the target can be anyone one, your pussy, ass, mouth and in various ways, from simple penetration to delicious oral, with his tongue and fingers moving in harmony to give you pleasure. You felt him play with your nipples, using an ice cube, removing it and placing his hot tongue later, alternating between the two poles of cold and heat. "-This time I surprised you, didn't I, my love? Totally at my mercy, a beautiful and good little slut." -Kenshi soon returned to playing with your nipples, sucking and nibbling the cold area, going with his fingers to your pussy, it was going to be a long night.
Johnny Cage is a man who loves blowjobs, regardless of the time or day, he loves having your lips wrapped around his dick, he loves sex with you in general, but blowjobs are his weak point, it's a vision of paradise for him. see with your eyes full of tears, looking at him beautifully, totally submissive, he guides your head to the base of his dick, you could feel the heat of his balls on your chin, and Cage's thick, pulsing length teasing your throat. Johnny likes to see you swallow everything, every drop he can he will give you - Your knees hurt as you sucked him, seeing Johnny look at you as he slowly sipped a martini, the taste of the drink and the sight of you there, submissive to him , it was enough for Johnny to cum. "-Yes my good boy/girl, swallow my cock like the beautiful and hungry little thing you are" -Johnny spoke between moans, moving his hips even more, seeking fiction with your mouth. "-Look at the mess you're making on my floor with that pussy, so wet, such a fucking beautiful little boy/girl, I'm going to fuck you until you're a stupid and beautiful mess, just as you should be."
Shang Tsung loves to fuck, your breasts always put him in a good mood after a busy day as a royal wizard. He always gives you a dominant look, calling you a "good pet" when he sees you kneel and show him your breasts, while he used your mouth to drool and lubricate his dick first, pulling out roughly and with a loud sound, inserting his cock between your breasts, holding each of them as he smiled and moaned at you, forcing you to lick the head of his cock in the process. "-Holy shit (Y/N) what wonderful breasts, they are perfection, and all of them are just for me, you are mine, and you will please me like the good little pet you are."
Kung lao likes to do quickies, whether it's mutual masturbation, with you masturbating his dick with your hands and him using his fingers to fuck your pussy while you both moan loudly and needily, or fucking you doggy style in some bathroom at the restaurant. Lady Bo before his work or training - he needs to cum to relieve it, while moving in and out of your pussy, massaging your breasts while covering your mouth with one of his hands. "-Shut your little mouth my love, we don't want to be heard, do we? Just a beautiful little slut desperate for my cock." -Kung Lao pushed even further, taking you to the limit as you trembled against his cock, while he took one of his hands from the soft flesh of your pussy to your ass, slapping his skin.
Reiko likes to have sex toys, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, all to use with you. He likes to fuck your pussy using his dick + the vibrator on your clitoris, increasing your pleasure and even a little pain, due to the intensity - he turns the intensity to maximum - watching you writhe beneath him, or, making you use anal plugs, especially heart-shaped ones, fuck you while moving the plug in your ass back and forth, giving you double pleasure. "-You really are so sensitive, aren't you (Y/N)? Walking around with a plug in that pretty ass, a wet pussy like yours... A perfect slut for me." -Reiko removed your anal plug, making a wet sound, taking the dick out of your pussy and sticking it in your ass and cumming inside.
Shao Khan is not going to fuck you right away, he is a huge man, that is, if you are content with just rubbing your pussy on his dick or his muscular thighs, he will be content with just watching you cum for now, seeing your little body and pussy, on top of his thighs, while encouraging you to continue, as it was pleasurable for him too. "-You are such a needy human (Y/N) just enjoy the pleasure this great General can give you."
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cw. oral (fem! receiving), pussy drunk kuni, fem! reader
how you're shaking, twisting, turning— eyes widened, breath catching at the very touch.
on the tousled, messy bed, your body moves smooth like water as you gyrate your hips into scaramouche's hold. the man wasn't stupid, his perceptions of you were always correct, besides, he was aware that the reason for your figure being loaded with pleasurable shocks and trembles was he. he alone.
a cruel tug at his hair makes him suddenly increase the flicks on your clit, you see, scaramouche likes to take his time with it before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, grinning in delirious pleasure when you react to every single droplet of his saliva making contact with your cunt— it's so you're all nicely wet for him while he's listening at the addicting need in your voice.
now, he sensually slides down his tongue to reach in between your folds, but he does it slow— pulling his face away just a bit from your sore cunt so he can get a real good look at how it's going to make you react, of course, with that wide grin on his face as well, trying to make you feel.
the wetness, the precision, can you feel it? the sheer contact of tongue on your throbbing skin.
your blunt nails begin to scratch his scalp— and oh? he's so loud with it too, scaramouche cannot stop himself, groaning into your cunt and gripping brazenly at your thighs as he squeezes the flesh before pressing you into his mouth more.
he's certainly done for, you can feel it when his hands abruptly shove their way further between your legs, forcing you wider for him.
you being his sweet significant other, have grown familiar with his actions and body language, being aware that tugging at his hair only turns him harder— makes him whine out even louder when you ride him later.
you comp through his hair as you moan his name in shambles, letting his tongue lap up and down your folds as he catches himself grinding stronger and deeper into the mattress from your taste alone, the heat of your skin overthrowing his body.
scaramouche swears it makes the entire scene so much more sensual when you push his head to where you needed it the most, practically end up riding his face as you claim him with your slick, the heightened arousal on your pussy suffusing his face and speeding his flicks of tongue.
you wail ever so dreamily for more, recognizing that your boyfriend will never be able to stop spoiling you.
growing hotter by the minute, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you circle your hips in tandem with the tip of his tongue teasing your clit. with that combination, scaramouche repeatedly bumps the wet muscle into the sore bundles as the loud squelching noises were almost able to overthrow your own.
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under the influence -> jeong yunho
wc; 2482 warnings; smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, they are drunk continues straight from part four of nice for what. for more context, start the crazy series...
september 13th ~ friday ~ sometime after midnight
It happened fast, Yunho’s shirt hitting the floor.
Between lips on skin and hands drawing everywhere, you were both barely undressed and he was inside of you.
And it was right.
It was how it should be.
On top of him, hands in his hair, straddling his jeans while he pressed kisses to your skin, tugging the straps of your dress down your shoulders so hard that one almost snapped… It felt right, and his strong hands pressing into your hips told you that you would be here all night.
“So big,” you gasped, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Pressing his lips to your wrist, he opened his mouth and drew the kisses up your arm. Sliding your other arm around his bare shoulders, his skin smooth and hot to the touch, you drug your fingers through his hair and pulled, eliciting a groan from his lips now latched to your neck. His hands attempted to pick you up, attempted to move you, needed to move you. “Wait.” Your whine, the sound laced with a discomfort, made him look up at you, worried.
Softening his grip he slid his hands back over your thighs, moving beneath the cotton fabric hanging off your body. Giving your ass the gentlest squeeze, he blinked with the smallest nod. “Don’t move.” Thirty seconds and his voice was wrecked, ragged and coarse. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
Letting a shaky breath fall from you, you obliged, pressing your chest to his, your lips meeting in the middle. You moved quick, you wanted your lips to move faster, wanted his lips to move faster, but they wouldn’t. He forced you to take your time, every agonizing push of his lips into yours slower than the last. Even the way his tongue teased you, retreating when you’d lob yours toward it. Sharing the air, wet hot breath, swapping spit, back and forth, Yunho kept time though he knew you longed to swallow him whole.
The longer you kissed, the more you relaxed around him. Whether you spent five, ten minutes with your tongues tangled, his sliding atop yours tasting like the fruity bubbles you preferred over the liquor he poured, he didn’t care. He could sit here all night, you on his lap, your hands in his hair, your lips on his while he felt the effect he had over you in real time.
Yunho wasn’t something you could adjust to without proper care, you said the words yourself, so big. Even the first time, Yunho prepped you as much as he could, and all the times after that, he said the words to you, tiny little thing.
He slipped a hand between your legs, where your bodies met one another, and scissored his fingers around his length, where you gripped him so beautifully. Dragging them up along your folds, a deliciously sweet wetness coating the digits, he teased that bundle of nerves that made your body shake, a muffled moan spilling from your mouth into his.
“Got me all wet, baby,” he whispered, taking his lips down along your jaw to listen to you sing for him. Fingers twisting over your clit once more, your fingers on his shoulder dug further into his skin and the one in his hair yanked his head backward, his chin tipping up, his lips parting with a quiet gasp. Eyes screwed shut, you rocked your hips ever so slightly, Yunho holding his breath as he watched you writhe on top of him.
Every sound delicate, he drank them up, working his fingers until your brows met in the middle and each heave of your chest grew shorter. A groan escaped him when you circled your hips, comfortable enough to use him as you pleased. He couldn’t help himself, he had full control, but absolutely adored when you lost yourself in the ecstasy, in him.
Short, small bounces on his dick had him clenching his jaw, keeping it shut. His own moans and groans were trapped in his chest. If you weren’t thoughtless at the moment you’d be begging to hear them, and he’d listen. Yunho would give you anything you wanted, anything you asked for.
Which is why when you whimpered, “Wanna cum,” he had no intention of stopping, nor was he about to switch it up. Circling over your clit the only thing he changed was the pressure, pushing the pads of his fingers against you, keeping up with how you bounced longer, harder, deeper. When you met his hips you took all of him, the tip of his dick kissing that sweet spot within you, and you stopped.
He could’ve unloaded right then, filled you with his cum as his name slipped from your lips in an exasperated whisper. Your hips rutting against his like a bitch in heat, the pleasure grew tenfold, even more so when Yunho drug his tongue up your neck, taking your earlobe between his teeth.
“You wanna cum, baby,” his whisper raspy, “Then, cum.” Your walls squeezed him whenever he spoke. Swallowing his groan, he said, “You’re fuckin’ me so good, you deserve it.”
Pouting, your lips parted and he caught them in a kiss, your words muffled and breathless. “Too soon.”
“S’okay,” he whispered, kissing you twice more, “You feel good, let it feel good.” A stifled moan fell from him. Tearing his lips away he looked between you, grabbing your dress by the fistful, tugging it up your body. “Fuck, Rory,” he muttered.
Slinging both arms around his neck, burying your face in his hair, electric sparks ignited in your veins, a pressure building in your center, a band winding tighter and tighter with each buck of your hips. Grabbing his face, his cheeks putty in your hands, you tipped his chin up.
Eyes hooded, awaiting instruction, Yunho couldn’t help himself. Thrusting his hips up into you once, it broke you. It tore you apart, shattered the last bit of composure you clung to. Clenching around him, squeezing him so tight he had to pray his own orgasm away, you sunk deeper on him, your knees tightening around his waist. Your head fell backward and the nastiest, most beautiful sound he’s ever heard came out of your mouth.
Yours were his favorite, the sounds you make, so genuine and raw, like you couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure he was bringing you, that you were giving yourself. Watching you come undone, his lips parted, a smile pulling at them, he’s never seen you look more beautiful.
…And, three… two… one…
Wrapping a hand tight around the base of his neck you heave your body weight forward onto him, pushing him backward on the bed. Engulfing his lips with a feverish kiss, tongue pressed to his cheek, you pushed with your hand, the pressure forcing a groan out of the boy below you. Throwing your hips in a circle, meeting every thrust of his hips with a bounce of your own, a devilish smirk grew between the kisses. Yunho could feel it.
“There she is,” he whispered.
Pushing off of him, lips parting with a wet smack as you sat up, you buried your bottom lip between your teeth, keeping your eyes on him as you moved. Having done this before, many times, you were successful in keeping him a panting mess beneath you as you slipped your dress over your head, throwing it behind you somewhere next to his shirt. Eyes drawing down your body, taking in every curve, Yunho tensed beneath you, his body stiffening in more ways than one.
Sitting up on his elbows, lulling his head back, his brows beckoning you for something, he groaned, “Aurora,” and gasped thereafter, your hands startling him as they wrapped around his neck. Leaning into him, pushing your bare chest to his, an act that had his toes curling, he let his weight take him back to his mattress.
Lips so close to his, you fluttered your lashes. “You gonna get whiney on me, Yo?” Laughing within a breath, you poked out your tongue and danced it between the seam of his lips, before his jaw fell open with another gasp as you sheathed him within you and twisted your hips dangerously slow.
He did in fact whine, his lips parting to allow you all the access to nip at the flesh to your heart's content, tugging at the soft pink fullness as he whined again and his hips stuttered. His hands clamped around your waist, stopping you entirely. Tugging his head away, leaving you with no choice but to take your teeth to his neck, he flipped you over onto your back, pinning you in place.
“Fuck,” you whispered, throwing your hands around his back taken by surprise, eyes so wide he laughed at you. Lowering himself over you, caging you to the mattress, he nestled his nose against yours and settled his lips in a smirk.
“I know how this goes,” he said, his deep voice sending chills over your bare skin. With an agonizingly slow push of his hips into you, he speaks just above a whisper. “Rory in control, gets what she wants.” He pulled out, admiring how your jaw fell open as he took his sweet, sweet time pushing back in. “I know you like that, the power trip, using me to get yourself off, I like it too, you know how to sit on a dick.” Touching his lips to yours delicately, barely pressing a kiss there, a laugh left him in a huff of air. “But I know what you like even better, what you love.”
He lifted himself off of you and stood up, yanking you with him by your thighs, keeping himself inside of you. Trying to sit up, moving to your elbows, you whispered a shaky, “What?” but yelped as he reached forward and knocked you backward. He grabbed your hips tight, harsh fingers pressing into your curves where there’d surely be marks there tomorrow. Entirely too tall, he lifted you up, your lower half completely off the bed.
“Getting fucked,” he spat, and showed no mercy.
Grasping at his sheets, his blankets, a pillow, anything for stability, you couldn’t find any. Within seconds he knocked every sense, every thought from you, leaving with you nothing but him. His hands, his fingers, his sculpted chest, how he filled you, how he used you, how it was his turn. The pounding in your chest, living between your lungs, it was for him, it was because of him. Your skin, alight with a fire only he could put out, it burned for him. It was Yunho. It was only Yunho.
Watching you, how you shifted between lying completely limp and writhing in lust, he smiled. It was a confident smile, a cocky smile. Every other boy that lived beneath this roof, they’d kill to be where he was, kill to be doing what he was doing. Who he was doing. He had you whether you both cared to admit it or not, and you had him. He was the one you looked for, he was the one you’d run to, he was the one splitting you in half. You were in his bed, you came back to his bed. He knows you don’t know that he knows you had a taste of another boy, one who’s good at what he does, and yet here you are. In his bed.
The pride is quickly overwhelmed by a heat within his chest, swallowing his heart, chewing it up and spitting it out amongst his heaving ribs. It gutted him, he felt like he’d been shot, tumbling headfirst into a place he’s been too afraid to touch since the semesters started. Falling to his knees onto his bed, he laid you back down and lowered himself over you. Swallowing the last of your whines the guys would surely hear if they were in their bedrooms next door, Yunho kissed you, long and slow, like he had when you first sunk down on him.
It was there, that gentle electricity that festered under his lungs. You kissed him back, desperate, and the feeling grew. With a few pushes of his hips he felt you tense, and he knew. He was right behind you.
“Yo, please, I can’t… Please.”
Slipping a hand between your bodies he placed it where you wanted it and kissed your jaw as you threw your head back and sang for him. You, you, you. Intoxicated entirely with your being, like you were with him, he willed tears away and trailed his lips along your neck, coercing your high to find you. Short, staccato thrusts of his hips aided him along the way, maintaining his composure for your sake.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, kissing every bit of skin he could get his lips on, his tongue dragging along. Looking down at you, your glossy eyes completely fucked out, he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You can do it, I know you can, Rory, you’re so good.” Your hands gripped onto him, fingernails pressing crescent moons into his olive skin. Breath picking up, sounds almost nonexistent, he knew you were there. “My pretty girl, taking me so well, making me feel so fucking good.” You squeezed him and he moaned aloud, sparking your high, the white hot pleasure washing over you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, unable to control how his hips snapped, “Where do you want me?”
Shaking, clinging to him for stability, clarity, sanity, anything, or simply because your heart felt like a rock in your chest when you looked up at him, you parted your lips and whispered, “Inside.”
One word barely spoken and he lost it. Pushing into you, small stutters of his hips as he spilled into you, his sigh packed a punch, the sound unlike one you’ve ever heard him make. With a smush of your noses he kissed you, nothing short of hard or powerful, he wanted all of you. Between shared air and heavy, glossy eyes, you gazed at one another, the dewy sheen over your skin keeping you close together, the room hot and sweaty. Neither of you wanted to speak, but he was the first to do so.
“Why’d you tell me to do that?”
You both spoke in whispers, eyebrows furrowed, low, the both of you dazed and equally a little confused.
“I don’t… I dunno.” You gulped. “Did you hate it?”
Disbelief grew where the confusion lived. “Are you kidding?” He let out the quietest laugh. “Hottest thing you’ve ever made me do.” Releasing a breath, shifting beneath him, still feeling him inside, you smiled. “Now I get to take you home with me.”Yunho pressed his eyes shut and groaned behind his teeth before he laughed breathlessly. “Shut up or you’ll get me hard again.”
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01 // Biting/Hickeys // Every Inch of You
Summary: Y/N and Wanda spend some quality time together.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Avenger!Y/N
Warnings: dirty talk, needy emo!Wanda, sex
Word count: 1k
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“Y/N,” Wanda whispered softly, her breath hitching as I dug my teeth into her neck. “No hickeys.”
“I want everyone to know you’re mine.” I spoke against her soft skin, licking the slight hurt I inflicted on her.
“I know, but -”
“Shh,” I hushed her, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Let me claim you.”
“T-the team,” she whimpered. “They’ll find out about us.”
“I don’t care anymore.” I sucked the skin of her neck into my mouth, causing her to moan lowly.
She grabbed at me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I let out a sigh as I kissed the dark mark along her neck, my lips trailing down her body, leaving little love bites along the way.
“Y/N,” she moaned, moving her hands from my shoulders to my hair, grabbing a fistful and pushing me down towards her hips. “I need you.”
“I wanna take my time with you.” I kissed her belly, taking the milky skin between my teeth and leaving a mark behind.
She hissed softly, her eyes falling shut as I kissed and nipped at her. My hands cupped her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples between my fingers as I moved down her body. She writhed beneath me and I smiled, knowing she would be coming undone very soon. I ran my hands down her sides, gripping at her hips as my lips reached her bare mound.
“Please.” Her hips rutted up towards me and I gave her a kiss right above her clit.
“Keep begging.” I smiled against her, nipping at her sensitive flesh.
“Please, Y/N, please kiss me.”
“Where?”
“My pussy.” Her voice was soft and shy and I felt a gush of wetness between my own legs at the sound.
I pressed wet, opened mouthed kisses on her cunt, my tongue dipping between her lips to finally taste her slick. She let out a high pitched moan, gripping at my hair tightly. I kissed her softly before turning my head and taking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh into my mouth, sucking on her roughly.
“Oh, fuck!” She cried out, throwing her head back against the pillows.
I gripped her thighs, attempting to keep her still as I left a dark hickey on her smooth, perfect skin.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum.” She babbled mindlessly, her hips jerking.
I released her thigh and blew cold air directly onto her slit and she shuddered beneath me. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it, swirling my tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves. She slapped her hands over her mouth as she came, crying out silently. I lapped up her wetness, unable to get enough of her.
“Good girl,” I murmured softly, smiling up at her. “Wouldn’t want the team to hear you cumming for me.”
She let her hands fall from her face, her breath coming out in soft pants as she came down from her high.
“You … are so mean.” She breathed softly and I chuckled.
“Why? What’d I do? You came, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at me. “But look at me. I’m covered in hickeys.”
“Mhm.” I agreed with her, running my fingers along a few hickeys I left on her thigh. “You look so fucking sexy.”
She blushed, bringing her hands down to my face and pulling me up her body.
“I want you to suck on my titties.” She whispered against my lips and I kissed her, bringing her bottom lip into my hungry mouth.
“I’m gonna claim every inch of you.”
I ran my right hand down her body, groping her breast as I kissed her from her lips down to her neck and beyond, my lips finally meeting my hand and bringing her hardened nipple into my mouth. She let out a soft “oh” as I sucked and nibbled on her, intending on leaving as many marks as possible all over her.
“Touch me.” She whined, taking my hand and bringing it down between her legs. “Fuck me.”
I moved from her right breast to her left, giving the left nipple just as much attention as I gave to the right, and let my fingers wander towards her heat. She spread her legs for me as I dipped my fingers into her tentatively, her breath hitching as I pumped into her slowly, gently, lovingly.
I could feel her clench around me as I fucked her, her soft breathing becoming heavy and her moans throaty. I drew circles along her clit with my thumb as I bit down on her sensitive nipple.
She took my left hand and slipped my fingers into her waiting mouth, stifling the sounds of pleasure waiting to erupt from her. She sucked and nibbled on my fingers, pretending as if they were my strap. I moaned against her, releasing her breast with a soft pop and brought myself up to the other side of her neck, biting and sucking on the unmarked skin there.
She milked my fingers as she came, her brow furrowing and teeth digging into my fingers. I sucked roughly on the skin of her neck, heightening her pleasure.
She threw her head back and let her mouth fall open, my fingers sliding out and leaving a trail of saliva in their wake. I pulled out of her, her pussy clenching around nothing as I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking them clean.
“You did so good for me, baby.” I said after bringing my fingers out of my mouth. “You taste so good.”
“Mm.” she moaned, smiling up at me.
“Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
“As if there was any question.” She chuckled. “You practically growl at anyone that even looks at me.”
“Because you’re mine.” I said simply. “You won’t tell anyone about us so I need to make sure nobody touches what’s mine while we’re in secret.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled at me, kissing my lips quickly before speaking again.
“Maybe I like how you act while we’re hiding away from everyone.”
“I think you do.” I ran my free hand up her thigh, reaching around to smack her ass playfully. “But I also think you like me when I’m claiming you like this.”
“I do. I like you all the time.”
“All the time?”
“Mhm.”
“Even when I go running off on my own during a mission?”
“Okay, I don’t like that.” She smacked at my shoulder. “But I do like you most of the time.”
“Good. ‘Cos I like you too. A lot.”
I kissed one of the hickeys I left on her neck.
“And here’s the proof.”
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Author author!! More of deer yandere please😞🙏🙏
Yandere deer hybrid who's so eager to start breeding you. It doesn't matter if you can even get pregnant or not because by god he's going to try his hardest.
Continuation to this
Tw. Noncon, dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, yandere, captivity, breeding kink, overstimulation, bone breaking (mentioned), gn pronouns used for reader, MDNI
Ciervus waits until your leg heals to start the whole ordeal. Never mind the fact that he was the one who broke it, he lavishes you with praise and sympathy. He strokes your hair and whispers about how good you're being by staying nice and pliant in the cave he's prepared for you. You're his good little doe, all snuggled and sweet in his nest.
It almost gives him a sort of rush knowing that you were this big bad thing prowling around the woods with death at their heels. Who would guess that you were so fragile and so fuckable? He chuckles to himself as he pushes your face down into a soft bundle of fur and grabs your ankle. He rolls it gently, and he listens with a contemplative hum as you squeak in slight protest and pain.
"Well, it doesn't seem like it hurts much as before," He comments and lets your foot go limp. Despite the progress, he knows that you're never going to be able to walk the same ever again. He hopes you'll heal enough eventually, but it won't get to the point where you can outrun him. That's all he really cares about anyways.
His antlers have grown a fair amount since he last shed them and presented them to you like a prize. He feels them idly while smoothing his other hand down your nude back. He likes the feeling of your shuddering spine beneath his fingers, and he marvels at how quickly the time has passed. Already a couple months spent cuddling with his little doe... it's honestly impressive how he hasn't lost his composure yet.
But there's no more putting it off, little doe.
He hums and wordlessly grabs your thighs before spreading them apart. Your breath hitches, and his grin widens as he sees your twitching little ass and your leaking privates. His chest rises and fall more rapidly, and he'd forgive you if you mistook him for a snarling, drooling predator in that moment.
"Oh look at you..." He breathes out, kneading the sensitive flesh. You try and drag yourself away, but he gently tsks at the pathetic effort. "Now now, no need to be all shy," He teases lightly, and he positions himself right between your shaking legs. He's not totally oblivious despite the fact that he's never been with anyone before. The right of mating is deeply ingrained in his brain: a gift from generations before to ensure that whatever doe he was trying to pump full of babies would be pliant and sweet with pleasure.
His hands find his cock (impossibly long for a human, even impressive by hybrid standards), and his spits in his palm before he begins to pump and tug on the sensitive skin. He smacks your ass, enjoying the way the flesh jiggles, and he hisses in pleasure. You're everything he's ever wanted. Not these insipid little things that run about the woods and waste his time. You're the real thing. He snakes his hand around and coats it in your tears, shuddering at how you sob despite your pride.
Heat coils in his belly with each movement of his wrist, and he throws his head back with a hearty groan. His release is unceremonious, but he knows the main event is yet to begin. Ropes of his cum coat your lower back and entrance, and he relished the sight, the smell of him on you.
" There, hah, now we can get you all nice and ready," He huffs out and doubled over you so his forehead is pressed between your shoulder blades. His antlers graze against your skin, and if you move too much you'd surely be pricked by them. His shuddering, quiet laughs ghost over your skin. His fingers scoop his cum off your warm skin and dips them down to your twitching, dry entrance. He presses kisses to your neck, and he shushes you when he feels you tense.
"No no no, you're fine, you're fine shhhh. Just give me a moment to make you feel good," He murmurs and leans forward to nibble on your earlobe. Fuck, you're clamping down on his fingers. He hears you hiss out a bit in discomfort, and he coos. He gets knuckle deep, his cum acting like a lubricant to help the process as he stretches you out. You whimper and whine, but eventually he curls his digits in just the right spot to get you all loose and gaping.
He teases you with a little bite to your shoulder, and he rears back enough to line himself up and sink his length in inch by agonizing inch.
You were so tight, the fear making you clamp around him in all the right, delicious ways. All these months of watching, waiting salivating over you, and now he's where he's wanted to be. You twitched, rolling your hips underneath him. He wasn't sure about if it was because you were enjoying this or if it was just another pathetic, stupid attempt to leave him. He grips you by the back of your neck, his other hand gripping your hip as he thrusts roughly into you.
The cave was filled with his grunting, your squeals and moans, and the sounds of your bodies slapping together. He pressed kisses all over you, grabbing your face to turn you into an awkward, arched position where he could bully his cock further into your spongy walls and give you sloppy, smiling kisses.
Soon, he groans and dumps a hot load in you, and he feels you relax. You pant and tremble from your own forced orgasm, and he grins through the darkness. He pets your head, and he feels his cock soften in you. There's a sense of relief from the both of you, you for it being over and Ciervus for it happening at all.
He does feel a bit bad, though, as he member twitches back to life. Your eyes widen, and he pins you down before you can struggle. He's far from done with you, little doe.
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Oh my god imagine step-father König having to go with reader's mom to the airport (lets say it takes 2 hours)and dbf!Horangi coming to take care of her, but when he enters he sees her trying to get food and sneak in her room and lock the door or smth and he catches her lays her on the dinner table and starts eating her out till he overstims her ,but suddenly she feels smth strange and tries to push him away, he does not move and as a result she squirts for the first time. She is so embarasses poor thing but horangi is just so proud cause she did it for him the first time in her life ❤�� as a bonus how would könig react to seeing that scene coming home in that exact moment or when horangi brags?
Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, oral sex(fem!receiving), overstimulation, squirting, tell me if I missed any.
You cursed yourself for being too slow to exact your plan, holding a few bags of snacks and little sweets before locking yourself in your room, planning your day away from Horangi - who you mother made him promise to watch over her adult daughter - and your stepdad until you had to leave, but he’d suddenly grabbed you from the back of your shirt, shocking you enough for you to drop your bags in fright. He manhandled you to the kitchen table, a wide and cold surface against your warm skin, ripping your shorts in half and burying his face between your thighs.
You squirmed as much as you came, coating his face in slick and squeezing him with your trembling legs. His hot tongue pressed down on your throbbing clit, running the smoothness of the flat of his tongue over your nub, lifting the hood of your clit up and subjugating it to more pleasurable torture. Then he swirled the tip around your nub after holding the hood up with his thumb, holding you down while you jerked and twitched beneath his mouth. You cried out of oversensitivity, your bundle of nerve touched incessantly by Horangi’s tongue, feet kicking out and occasionally hitting his back.
Something gathered in your core, heavy and violent, it felt unbearable to you, an extremely tight knot coiled around another knot. It only amassed in potency, his lips wrapped snugly around your pulsing clit and he sucked, sucked hard while he filled you with his fingers. You came with a burst of light, your walls closing around his intruding fingers, pumping in and out of you at a lazy pace, curling upwards in effort to hit the inner parts of your clit. You soaked him with cum, body buzzing with energy, still riding out your orgasm with the gentle swirl of his tongue and a firm kiss on your thigh. You tiredly raised your head to peer at him, gazing down to brown eyes through a blurred and tearful sight.
Even in your numbed mind, you could see how drenched he was, His nose and cheek glistened with your slick, lips hidden by your soft mound that were to busy drinking up the cum dripping out of your hole. His eyes blazed with overwhelming passion - sacrilegious - as he gazed at you with unblinking eyes, drowning himself in the sight of your debauched figure, breasts rising with every laboured breathe you took, pebbled nipples from the colder air and skin layered with sweat. You were clueless about what happened, why you felt so sluggish yet so powered, but Horangi seemed to know seeing his proud and overjoyed smile.
“Was this your first?” He grumbled out, voice thick with something as he kissed your inner thigh.
“First what?” Your reply was slow —lethargic, in the face of his excitement. “I don’t-“
“Fuck, you’ve never squirt?” He brimmed with mirth, a dangerous amount of elation that made you feel trapped, unable to do anything but take what he decided to give.
How could you even defend yourself against someone so tall and practiced? You couldn’t even stop him from diving back in, his black eyes bright and gleeful.
“Was?” König sounded shocked from the tone of his voice, the higher pitch compared to Horangi’s softer voice, mumbling something to him once he stepped through the entrance of your house, “You made her squirt?”
Fuck, you caught the same eagerness in his tone.
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The doctor!remus smutty drabble drove me insane, please, I need more😣
Me too babe </3
cw: smut mdni, roleplay, discussion of female anatomy, some whiffs of d/s dynamics, praise, innocence kink? i think? I don't wanna talk about it, everything is consensual
doctor!Remus x "innocent"!reader ♡ 1.3k words
Your heart is in your throat, and there’s thin paper crinkling between your fingers as they curl.
“Are you cold?” Remus thumb smooths over the goosebumps on your calf. His touch only makes your hair stand more on end.
“No,” you say, but your voice is a quiet squeak. You try again. “No, just a bit nervous.”
Your doctor’s eyebrows pinch sympathetically, and he offers you a small, kind smile as he starts to put on his gloves. “There’s no reason to be nervous, sweetheart. Have you had an exam like this before?”
Your eyes catch on the way he pulls at the plastic, long fingers flexing to get them all the way on. Like this? Definitely not. You shake your head.
“That’s alright,” Remus says gently. “It’s all completely routine, we just want to make sure everything is working as it should. I’ll take good care of you, alright?”
He takes a seat on a stool in front of you. One wheel squeaks as he rolls it between your legs.
You nearly jump off the table when his knuckle brushes over the cloth of your panties, and Remus chuckles before he can stop himself. “Relax, lovely. Okay if I take these off for you?”
You expel a breath, feeling silly. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“That’s alright.” He pulls them down your thighs, helping you get one foot out of them before leaving them hooked around the other ankle. “Are you sexually active?”
Your face warms at the bluntness of the question, though you know it’s strictly professional. It’s also difficult to feel relaxed knowing his eyes are roving your cunt, which has already begun to perspire from the sight of his lovely hands and even lovelier face.
“No,” you say.
“Really?” Remus sounds surprised. “Well, suppose we don’t have much to worry about on that end of things, then. Do you have plans to be in the near future?”
He pushes your thin gown down from your thighs to see your face as you respond, and you blink at him. “No.”
Remus’ eyes glint. “Alright,” he says, tone carefully neutral. “But everything feels the way it should? No pain or anything?”
You wet your lips. “I, um, I think so. How do I know?”
His eyes leave the area between your legs, meeting yours. Somehow, this feels worse. You shift your hips anxiously, paper rustling beneath you.
He seems to choose his words carefully. “Do you ever touch yourself, sweetheart?”
You feel your eyes widen. Your heart beats against your ribcage. “No.”
“Do you know what your clitoris is? Your labia?”
“No,” you answer quietly.
Remus’ expression softens. “That’s alright, love. Do you want me to show you?”
You can feel your blood pounding in your face now, your skin torturously hot. Still, you nod.
“I’m going to need you to tell me verbally,” he says.
“Yes. Please.”
Your voice is so soft you can barely hear it yourself, nerves choking you. Remus’ eyes crease at the corners. He appears both smug and charmed.
“Alright,” he says, his attention moving back down. You feel him touch something sensitive around your cunt, and it makes you tense. “These are your labia.” You feel the lengths of his fingers smooth up your folds. “There are the outer labia, which you usually see, and then the inner labia” —his touch slips to a more intimate place— “which you don’t always see for everyone. They can be bigger or smaller. Make sense so far?”
You swallow. Your breaths are shallowing, heat gathering near Remus’ fingers like magic. “Yeah,” you manage.
He smiles. “Good girl. See, it’s not so scary.”
You gasp and writhe in surprise when his thumb moves upward. He smears your slick over a sensitive bundle of nerves, toying with it idly. When you move, he sets a hand to your stomach, pressing you flat to the table.
“Easy,” Remus murmurs. “Does that feel nice?”
“Yes,” you pant.
“Good. It should. That’s your clitoris.”
A shudder trembles through you as he finds a rhythm, swiping up and down over your clit with short, purposeful strokes. You’re vaguely embarrassed by the wetness starting to seep out of your hole at his ministrations, but this feels nice, far too nice to stop and nice enough to help you forget.
Remus’ voice is a deep rasp. “Are you liking that?”
“Yes,” you moan, mortified.
“Do you want to learn some more?”
You nod fervently, rewarded with a smile that stretches the scar across his top lip.
“I’m guessing you’ve never cum before,” he says. When you nod again, he pushes two long fingers into your heat. “We’ll work on that now, alright?”
Immediately, he has to push down on your stomach again when your back tries to rise up off the table.
“Fuck,” you cry.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus’ voice is crooning, pitying. “Is it always this bad? No wonder you don’t know if things feel the way they should, poor thing.”
He fucks you slowly with his fingers, feeling about until he finds the spot he’s looking for, sponging sweetly over your front wall.
“Legs open, darling. Keep relaxed for me, I need to see to do my work.”
Eventually his hand leaves your abdomen, but still Remus wants complete control. He won’t let you rush things. Every time you try, you’re admonished with a firm swat to your bum, a nip of teeth on the inside of your thigh. He gets you squirming and squealing, your own hand pressed hard over your mouth, and still he maintains the same languid pace. When your thighs start to quiver, he chuckles knowingly.
“Oh, aren’t you sweet? Are you gonna cum for me already?”
“Yeah, I think—fuck—” You’re babbling, gasping for air under relentless waves of pleasure. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he shushes you. “It’s okay, lovely, you’re doing so well. What a good girl you are, hm? Just let it happen. You’ve earned it.”
The next wave that crashes over you brings you down with it. You squeeze your eyes shut, paper tearing underneath your fingers as your orgasm drowns everything out.
Remus works you through it, smugness lacing his dulcet voice. “That’s it, there you are, sweetheart. That feels good, doesn’t it? You did beautifully.”
His fingers slip out of you, and the gentle pat he delivers to your cunt makes you whine dazedly. He kisses the inside of your knee with tender care.
“I think I’m gonna call red, dovey, okay?”
You catch your breath, sitting up on your elbows. “Yeah,” you say, “of course. You okay?”
“Mhm.” Your boyfriend leans up between your legs, setting his lips on yours. “I just really wanted to kiss you,” he murmurs.
You smile against his mouth. “Sorry for depriving you.”
“That’s alright.” He leans back to look at your face. “Did you have fun?”
You chase him, winning another quick peck. “Yeah. Lots, thank you. Did you?”
“Um, yes.” Remus laughs. “I’m not sure if I can make the drive home without taking care of things first.”
“Really?” The thought that he’s been hard underneath his pants, on the brink of cumming just by watching you experience your own pleasure, is thrilling. You stroke your thumb over the stubble on his jaw. “We could do something about that, if you’re okay with doing it here.”
His eyes spark. “Yeah? You feeling up for that?”
“Mhm.” You shuffle back on the table, paper crinkling underneath you as you smile up at him. “If you’re not worried about cleanup or anything like that.”
“Nope.” Remus gets up beside you on the table happily. “I reckon one perk of doing this here is that when we’re done, we can get ourselves cleaned up and then just throw out this paper. When I come back to open up in the morning it’ll be like it never happened.”
“Okay.” You look up at him through your lashes, playing a bit coy. “How do you want it, then?”
Your boyfriend’s eyes move over you thoughtfully. “Are you okay to get on your hands and knees, sweetheart?”
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FIVE STAR MEAL…★ ★ ★ ★ ★!!
Synopsis: Married to the world's most judgmental chef also meant you feared him going anywhere near your not-so-shaved pussy.
CW: Not proofread ngl 😬, Chef! Geto, c*nnilingus, fingering, spit, praise, hair pulling, thigh hickeys, kissing, dirty talk, degrading (once), squirting, tatted!Reader, insecure! Reader, established relationship, hotel setting, you have a hairy cooter in this! Lmk if I missed sum!!
FT: Drabble.
WC: 1k || Paring : Geto x F!Reader || M.L
When your husband is globally known for having a nasty attitude as a Michelin chef, of course, you were gut-wrenchingly nervous to let him eat you out.
Every "What if?" Always scurried across your scattered brain whenever Suguru pleaded to give you oral, which you brushed aside for another day until the two of you were on vacation for your 1-year anniversary, somewhat far away from the girls, while they were at your parent's house.
Praying he wouldn't treat you like he did to other chefs that he worked with, spitting out their dishes and telling them that gobbling their food was like eating shitty toxic waste, eventually you at last mustered up the courage to let him know what you really desired.
"You sure you're not gonna mind it being hairy, or.. what if I taste bad..?" You gulped, slightly grinding teeth as fidgety eyes bounced from side to side, spouting questions at Suguru left and right.
Oh? That's what this is about; this only made him abhorrently offended; you’d think he’d judge his sweet wife and her semi-unexplored jungle. You've let him finger you a couple of times, but each time was bare since being hairy made you profoundly self-conscious. Besides that, Suguru definitely snuck a taste on his fingers, although remembering it tasting like nothing, he still was prepared to eat your pussy as if it were an addictive drug.
"Trust me, baby, I'm going to take care of you real good; you're gonna wish you let me give you head sooner." Suguru smugly reassured, folding his arms as a devious grin marched in on his face.
And whew! He wasn't lying whatsoever, going slow at first, pressing tender sensual kisses at the dime-sized tattoos in between your thighs, while you rested on your elbows vigilant as to what he was doing exactly, breath hitching whenever Suguru's smooth lips trickled closer to your core.
Your husband began to harshly suck at the sensitive skin, creating dark marks on each thigh, causing you to quietly yelp, achieving a light snicker from out of him running his soft hands all over your body as he exhaled hot, steamy breath upon your aching pussy.
"Sugu..." Whining at the way his breath grazed your lower region, subtly asking for more, too impatient for anymore foreplay, soon satisfied enough, he finally licked a thin stripe across your clit, forcing your eyes to instantly shut.
His tongue lapped at your pussy as if it were nectar, eating it like he was on death row. Feeling his wet muscle slithering above your bundle of nerves in circles passionately sucking it every now and then; body uncontrollably writhing underneath Suguru’s face.
“Oh fffuck.. keep going, mhmm..” Your lips murmured words traveling straight to your husband’s ear, providing the extra motivation Suguru needed to devour that cunt whole.
He didn’t care the next person would call him disgusting for having lots of pube hair tickle his pale nose; either way, he was still going to swish his head side to side rapidly, enjoying the way your hands found solace in his raven tresses half near yanking it out of his skull developing pathetic whimpers against your throbbing pussy.
Sort of becoming embarrassed how even little vibrations from his moans led to your back arching, not at all bothered by the cruel chilly hotel air conditioning slapping close to your fiercely warm body way too in the moment of Suguru’s lewd sounds slurping down a five-star meal.
Hoping the two of you weren’t too loud during quiet hours in the lavish hotel, there was a huge attempt to keep your poor cries reduced, but you struggled, especially when Suguru covertly added fingers without warning.
Opening droopy eyes, you stared at the way this man had two fingers inserted inside, pushing them back and forth in a come here motion.“Haah haahh, shittt, u—use your fingers like that.” Mewling as loud as a siren, his slender fingers wriggling inward your mushy tightened walls felt like heaven, such in a daze that your brain persuaded you to believe that angels were singing to you.
You swore nobody could pull him away from your cunt, but he lifted his head up, panting as if he ran laps around the world. “Dirty girl, you like when I curl my fingers like this?” Suguru serenely spoke betwixt breaths, mildly biting his lip while his almond eyes traced your frame, in love with how the cream on his fingers oozed onto strands of hair from your lower lips.
Throwing your head back towards the mattress, unfortunately too engulfed in pleasure to even answer an inquiry like that right now, his fingers continuously targeted your g-spot, resulting in a deafening sing song squeal that echoed all around the spacey hotel room.
“Hmm, I think I’ve found your sweet spot, baby…” Your man cooed as freckled, sprawled-out goosebumps formed on your arms, the tone of his voice turning you on even more while he proceeded to plunge his fingertips at the notorious spongy spot, unable to help but slam your legs around his head.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt like hell, yet his drive to please his lady was stronger than the pain pounding as of now. “Aht, aht, aht, spread those pretty legs, love.” He sternly ordered, looking prideful when you immediately listened, snapping your legs back wide like a can opener.
“O-oh my godddd aaah S—suguru,” Your lips wailed out; his spit stabbing your pussy running down your plump labia, getting more and more sloppy. Suguru decided to chase after your clit once more, not knowing all these sensations attacking you at once sent you over the edge earlier than expected.
“I can’t ‘m gonna…” You slurred as Suguru’s concentrated palm rubbed against your entrance, driving your eyes to roll back, legs frantically shaking as if they’d been electrocuted. So much was going on at once; you knew he encouraged an orgasm, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying due to his fading out voice, entirely overwhelmed with arousal. The fiery pool in your stomach snapped, bucking up into his face not noticing juices bursted all over your husband.
Boosting Suguru’s confidence causing you to realize he most certainly wasn’t going to let up unless you squirted again on the white damp sheets.
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may or may not be inspired by Gordon Ramsay ☹️ leave me alone okay…
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