#WEAK IN THE KNEES FOR HIM FR

[yukimiyaz]

saw your tokimitsu tags on that thigh post and while i cannot offer you hd quality thighs, i do have his delicious arms to share

like excuse me?? he’s so LARGE

oh.......OUDGHAJKFD HE IS SO BIG . SO LARGE. I NEED HIM I NEED HIM SO BAD IM GONNA BE SICK HANNI U DONT GET IT I AM SHAKING IN MY BONES HE IS SOOOSDINKN

[gunsatthaphan]

something very lgbt is gonna transpire in that scene I know it 👁️

[enapyen]

I need him.

[punk1nl0v333]

MENTALLY.

PHYSICALLY.

WEAK.

[blackynsupremacy]

red k clark the type of dude you text a long, long paragraph to about his bullshit and he literally speed reads it, like you know how he has super speed when running? apply that to his eyes. i mean speed read every single damn word and comprehends every sentence within a millisecond and has the nerve to type back “wym” 😤😤

also i’m sorry for anyone who has went through this because that is frustrating but omg. somebody come gather khalil (kal-el) rfn! 😭

[lostusagis]

( Me watching Gintama when Kamui was finally introduced )

[solarwoniii]

keita

[kaeyapilled]

. (tw heterosexuality)

[redrocketpanda]

also hope the internet is ready for the bara Kirishima and little Bakugou dynamic that Fire on the Horizon is bringing bc I feel like the fandom has robbed me of this kind of content and I have somehow made it my M.O to provide it

[chrisbangs]

gn 🫶 i want him so carnally like in a way concerning to feminism

[nightshadeblooming]

STOP THE COUNT!!!

girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan girl dad jeonghan

[taetr4ck]

I'm back because there was a whole ass horse in dream's smoothie mv teaser, and jaemin was ninja-ing fruits

-☄️ (also heh I love you too queen juwon 🤍)

i just watched it (like three times) and at first i was like “this has got to be a fever dream 😭” and i went like ‘oh.’ BRO THEY LOOK SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD IM FROTHING IN THE MOUTH RN I LIKE THE CONCEPT SO MUCH IM SICK

[girltomboy]

So the decision my bf ended up making was to give up on this semester, study for the next one and get a job in his hometown, save up money to pay his uni debts AND move to the big city next year to finish the rest of his exams. Which is a faulty plan, but at least he didn't fully drop out (a decision for which he gave credit to his friend, who told him not to drop out once, not me or his parents, who have been saying this since forever, but NEVERTHELESS-)

He came over on Thursday to leave some documents at uni, and we spent the weekend together. Our only friend here didn't want to hang out (in reality he was working and we were too lazy to go visit him at work on the other side of the city, but his hostile tone didn't give us many signs of our presence being actually wanted) 🥲 so we ended up going to the house of an old dorm neighbor of my boyfriend's, met his gf and spent an evening there while he ranted about religion. I'm gonna be honest, it was a bit of a shock to me to discover that such people really exist. I mean generally I'm good at wrapping my head around all the different kinds of people who exist in the world, right. I like to believe I'm pretty good at perceiving diverse ideas, personalities, tastes, experiences, etc. outside of my bubble. Right.

Now I don't know what it was, but hearing this guy talk about god and religion in a highly conservative way I haven't even heard my PARENTS talk really shook and scared me a bit. Like he was ranting about immigrants and gays worse than any elderly religious person I've met, and we're talking about a guy who's barely entered his early 20s. Talking about "we have to keep our country clean" when our country has historically never been "clean" in the way he means it, like ever. He proudly told us the story of how he moved out of the dorm because he got paired with a Baptist roommate (a BLACK man too!). Well, according to him it wasn't really the sole reason, but a pretty decisive factor, probably. Anyway, he had a male way of dominating conversations, so fortunately I didn't have to say much (neither did his girlfriend, but he made her wash the dishes, sooo 🤡). But he did put my boyfriend in the spotlight because he mentioned having visited some monasteries with his parents last week. And he casually said it felt pleasant to just be there with his parents, so his friend got activated and started telling him he should do it more often, pray, believe, start reading prayer booklets, etc. He went on all sorts of tangents about how god works in mysterious ways, and suffering is the blessed path. Later on two other dudes showed up (apparently my bf knew them from the dorm too) and they were pretty much as pious as their buddy. So when they arrived, the Christian guy started over and once again centered my boyfriend's beliefs in his rant, and even spoke with his MOM over the phone about how she should take him to church more often, MAKE him pray, MAKE him read prayers, etc. And my boyfriend did not seem to mind, maybe because he was the center of attention during the entire discussion, maybe because they made him explore a topic to which he hadn't given much thought before (although he does describe himself as an atheist, he admitted he felt some sort of inner peace during the monastery visits, which... I kind of understand, but to jump from that simple comment to - YOU HAVE TO GO TO CHURCH NOW, THE LORD IS TRYING TO GET A HOLD OF YOU AND YOU HAVE TO RESPOND TO HIS CALL is a bit 🙄), but EYE was pissed off not just on my own cause my religious trauma was getting activated, but also on his behalf because it seemed to me like they had all cornered him and were pushing him into this whole thing without taking into account his opinion, his wishes, his beliefs AT ALL. And mind you, he was preaching all this stuff while rolling a joint, so if you ask ME, sincerity might not be his strongest suit.

After the religious conversation died down, he started telling an interminable story about some kind of journey he and his girlfriend had (ironically, his girlfriend is also an immigrant, but he probably doesn't consider her as such because of geopolitical reasons 🤡 that's just another slice of his fascism cake). His girlfriend uttered 3 sentences at most, while he bragged about how he organized so many people of so many backgrounds, races, and ethnicities that were traveling with them and became their leader basically. I understood nothing of his story (as much of a chatterbox he is, he sucks at it) but at least we got stoned and my bf suggested we go home after a while. And we had enough time to catch the night bus. On the way home I tried to rant about the religious fella, but we were both too cold and tired, and my boyfriend seemed set not necessarily on defending him, but on finding excuses for him. I guess I get it because they were dorm buddies, and my bf said he didn't use to be so god-crazy before, maybe I got triggered because of my religious past. His talking points were one of the main things that drove me away from organized religions in general. I feel like I shed all traces of respect and inclination towards organized religions, but I kept at least a little bit of spirituality that has nothing to do with them. However, this guy seemed like the polar opposite: all religion but no spirituality, no empathy whatsoever. I mean he wasn't terrible, he was a good host and seemed friendly, affectionate with his gf, generous, overall warm. Until he started talking, that is. 🤪

[musingsofahufflepuff]

Couch Co-op

sub!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; smut

summary: your boyfriend mattheo has been gaming all day but you can think of a couple ways to get him to take a break and pay attention to you

a/n: i’m not dead! not an official request, but nonetheless thank you @suugarbabe for (lovingly) pressuring me into writing this. cockwarming ahead, 18+ only below the cut.

Mattheo had been sitting on that couch for damn near 5 hours. The first couple hours, it was fine. You’d had some things to get done and it was nice to have a bit of alone time. But this was getting ridiculous.

So you lean against the doorway where he’s been playing video games, the TV the only light in the room. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can get a word out, he’s growling a string of profanities at the screen and telling off his friends over the headset.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the—let’s call it what it is—temper tantrum. Stepping into the room, you expect to find him playing a shooter or something but no- it’s Stardew Valley. You shoot him a bewildered look.

He looks up as he notices you enter, pulling his headphones off one ear. “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

“What are you doing?” You look between him and the tv.

“Oh, just chatting with the guys,” he shrugs like he wasn’t just berating the game and you assume he’s referring to Enzo and Theo.

You give him an unimpressed look, “for the past 5 hours?” Eyes darting between him and the TV, you continue to question him, “and why are you yelling at Stardew Valley of all things?”

“Enzo.” He says it like that clears anything up.

More bewildered than before, you sit next to him on the couch, hand resting on his thigh.

His attention has returned to the screen in front of him, his character running around a farm on screen with presumably Enzo next to a ruined garden patch. Your hand slides higher up his thigh.

Mattheo keeps his eyes on his game until your fingertips eventually wander to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, ghosting over the fabric. Chewing lightly on your lower lip, you watch as the fabric tents under your touch. His attention is swiftly brought back to you. “Uh, babe-“

One look from you immediately shuts him up.

You palm him through his sweats as you move to kneel down between his legs. He inhales sharply at the sight of you on your knees, his pants tightening under your hand. He breathes out a couple soft curses as you pull at his pants, his hips automatically lifting to let you pull them down.

Mattheo’s cock springs up as soon as it’s released before it’s quickly enveloped by your hand. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the groan that threatens to escape. Brown eyes are locked on your hand lightly stroking him before they’re snapping up to meet yours at the sound of your voice.

“Don’t mind me, play your game.”

All he can do is give a stiff nod as he blinks rapidly and tries to regain his breathing. His hands shake on the controller.

As he’s struggling to regain his composure, you press your tongue against the base of his cock and lap a line up to the tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue around it before he’s struggling not to gasp at the stimulation.

Mattheo goes to turn off his mic, but before he can, you grab his wrist. “Keep it on. You can be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

He gives you a weak nod, knowing you’ll stop if he refuses. In return, you give an approving kiss to his slit. His hips shake in an attempt to keep still.

Once his eyes are back on the TV your mouth closes around the head of his cock, sucking on it lightly. Giving him one last look, you take him fully in your mouth. You tease the underside of his dick with your tongue the way that always gets him squirming. And squirm he does. His hips shift under you as you notice his breathing pick up.

You pull your mouth off of him and mumble a soft, “good boy.” He struggles not to whimper at the praise.

Giving one last stroke to his now achingly hard dick, you stand up from the floor. His eyes trail over to you as you drop your shorts and you think that he’s going to cum then and there just from the sight of you.

Before he can question what you’re planning, you position yourself on his lap. You take his dick in your hand and guide it to your entrance.

Mattheo’s mouth drops open as you sink down on his cock, your hand coming up to cover it before he can moan into his mic. Brown puppy eyes look up at you as you muffle the soft, needy sound. He reaches up to mute himself.

“I thought you said you could be a good boy?”

His only response is a pathetic little whimper beneath your hand.

“Keep that pretty little mouth shut or I’m gonna have to stop. Wouldn’t want to interrupt you hanging out with the guys,” your tone is slightly mocking in a way that makes him whine quietly, still muffled. “C’mon baby, be good for me.”

You wait for his breathing to regain a more steady rhythm before you flick his mic back on, removing your hand from his mouth.

“Sorry about that, what’d I miss?” You can tell he’s fighting to not let his voice shake as he resumes talking to his friends.

His arms circle around you to hold the controller again and you lean a bit to the side so he can see the television. He jolts almost imperceptibly at the movement, cock twitching inside you.

Settling down against him, you press a light trail of kisses along his jaw to help calm his nerves. Or rile him up further, you don’t particularly care which.

It takes him several minutes to get back into the swing of his game and the moment he does, you shift on his cock. He nearly yelps as his hips jerk at the friction. Giving him an unimpressed look, your hand presses his hips back down against the couch. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his hip lightly as a warning to keep still.

He gives you a wounded puppy look, seemingly holding back a whimper.

You cup his cheek in your hand, lightly caressing his skin before trailing down to his lip. He had bitten down on his lower lip to hold back the whimper, so you gently pull it from between his teeth. Your thumb runs along his lip as he continues to look up at you.

Removing your thumb, you replace it with your lips to capture his mouth in a soft, but hungry kiss. While his mouth is occupied, you lift yourself up a bit before sliding back down. His hands fly up to your hips, gripping them desperately in an attempt to maintain some level of composure. His controller hits the carpet with a thunk.

As your lips move against each other, you slowly rock on his lap. Nails pathetically scrape against your skin. His breathing starts to quicken and before he can get too overwhelmed with need, you break the kiss and halt your movements.

Mattheo already looks like a desperate wreak when you pull back from the kiss. Stifling a laugh, you cup his cheek in your hand and lightly caress his skin. He melts against your touch like a puppy receiving pets. You gently push his head to face the screen and reach down to pick up his discarded controller.

You get comfortable on his lap, dick securely inside of you as you shift to watch him play. Your head drops to his shoulder as his character runs around with his friends.

After a bit of sitting there, listening to one side of his conversation with his friends, you start slowly rolling your hips. You press a series of feather-light kisses to the underside of his jaw, eventually reaching up and turning his mic off.

“You’re gonna sit there and be my pretty toy, okay? No cumming until I say you can, understand?” He nods quickly to your request as you continue, “now tell Enzo and Theo you’ll be back in a few.”

You flick his mic back on for him to tell his friends. Once he does, you pick up the pace with your movements. He sets down the controller to hold onto your hips again, quiet whimpers escaping. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear your pretty little noises.”

Mattheo doesn’t need to be told twice, head tilting back and moans fall out of his mouth. He thrusts up into you, meeting your bouncing against him.

You grab one of his hands, putting it against you in a silent command for him to help you get off. Like the good boy he is, he eagerly starts working his skilled fingers against you.

“Fuck- such a good boy Matty, just like that baby.”

He moans at the encouragement, working more intently to bring you to the edge. Needy moans fill the room as heat pools in your core. His cock twitches inside you and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold himself off.

You shift the angle of your riding and after a couple more thrusts you’re finishing on his cock.

He gives you pleading puppy eyes to get to finish as well. You take a moment to pant softly before simply telling him, “beg.”

He whines. “Please, I’ve been good. I did what you told me to, god- fuck, I can’t-“

“Oh you can’t? I think you can. I don’t think you were being very good hiding away in here all day,” you give him a condescending pout.

Mattheo’s eyes widen, “wait- no, please. Please let me.”

You start to pull off him, but the tears starting to well up in his eyes make you pause. That second of hesitation was apparently enough for Mattheo as he snaps his hips up and can’t hold himself back anymore. He finishes inside you with a moan of your name, entire body shaking.

You grip his jaw with your hand, “I don’t remember giving you permission, baby.”

He whimpers in your grip and before he can start mumbling apologies you cut him off, “don’t worry, you’ll make it up to me later.” You then pull off his dick and switch his mic back on.

As you’re pulling your shorts back on you look at him, “enjoy your game, I’m going to our bedroom.”

As you leave the room, you can hear him give his friends a hasty goodbye and fumble to pull his sweatpants up to follow you.

[thoughtssvt]

gojo satoru never put his infinity up when he was with you. he liked to feel you close.

the first time he'd touched you— actually touched you— was an accident. one he'd never made before. all that happened was that your arms had brushed together. it was just for a short moment, but electricity ran under his skin and straight to his heart. he'd just felt so comfortable with you. so close. the moment was perfect, he was positive that all the stars had aligned when he was with you. he could be himself. you'd seen him through his barrier.

he became addicted.

he wanted to feel you that close every time.

even knowing his arm would fall asleep he would snake it under your waist, pull you in tight. he loved the way your hair would tickle his nose as he kissed the nape of your neck.

sometimes he'd get carried away. it was a euphoric feeling so foreign to the pads of his fingers. the thud of your heart against his palm, your calves tangling with his. you'd giggle saying that he was practically choking you.

"one more minute, i promise," he'd say, voice rumbling through his chest and against your back.

one minute became two and after two, well, you guessed you could get used to him melding your bodies together.

he found himself touching you every chance he got. his fingers massaging your scalp, elbows nudging as you walked side by side. sometimes when your legs were strewn over his he couldn't help running a hand up and down from ankle to knee, waxing his palm against your skin as he reached the bend.

he absolutely loved when you were the one to initiate touch. you could practically see a tail wagging when your fingers danced against his wrist just before sliding down to trace circles into his palms, his hand eager to intertwine with yours.

even on those sticky summer afternoons when all the fan was doing was blowing the hot air around he couldn't get enough of you. two clips swiping his hair out of his face (matching yours, of course), a cold patch on his forehead, he'd wrap his arms around you as you chopped away at refreshing fruit. his body encompassing yours, chin hooking onto your shoulder as he reminded you to be careful.

winter was his favorite as if he needed an excuse to cuddle close to you. the breaths of your giggles fanning his skin, your socked feet brushing together where you both hid under a soft, cozy blanket.

every night as he listened to your deep, steady breaths he thought about how grateful he was to have met you. he'd been so focused on being the strongest that he'd never given a fleeting thought to being weak. and god, when it came to you he got so weak. he wondered how it was ever a bad thing in the first place.

before sleep took him he pulled you in closer, felt your breath hit the back of his hand, your chest rise under his palm.

gojo satoru was almost certain that you and him and the love you shared together was the true meaning of infinity, so when he was with you he never had to put it up. one look in your eyes was all the forever he needed.

A/N : ngl i melted while writing this. let's be fr he'd be this clingy (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

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[minswriting]

West Coast - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

About: The team is in L.A, investigating a case where an unsub is killing couples involving an older man and a younger woman outside of clubs. You and Aaron end up undercover at a club, dancing together. What was an undercover investigation quickly becomes something of a different nature when a certain tension gets involved. And after the unsub gets caught and everything is settled, you get a visit from Aaron at your hotel room.

Warnings: NSFW Content, Minors Do Not Interact, regular criminal minds topics and violence, sexual tension, grinding, unprotected sex, p in v, lana del rey coded fr.

Word Count: 2,500 Words

Down on the West Coast they got a sayin'

"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'"

But you've got the music, you've got the music

In you, don't you?

Your hips moved graciously to the music as you danced sensually against Aaron. His hands gripped your hips, holding them close to you while his breath hit your neck. The moment was hot to say the least, literally and metaphorically. The club lights were blue and dimmed, the dance floor filled with fog and sweaty bodies. The club scene in Los Angeles was artistic, edgy. Perhaps you would’ve enjoyed it had the circumstances been different.

The BAU was in L.A, investigating a series of murders that involved couples outside of nightclubs. The couples were always with an older man and a younger woman. And after days of no luck in catching the guy, it had been agreed upon that Hotch and you go undercover. So here you were, grinding against your boss with your coworkers in the room, scattered around.

Down on the West coast, I get this feeling like

It all could happen, that's why I'm leaving

You for the moment, you for the moment

Boy Blue, yeah, you

As you swayed your hips to the music, your ass grazed Aaron’s crotch. You’d love to say it was accidental but you knew yourself. The heat of the moment was getting to you. You heard the shaky breath that escaped the lips that were right near your ear, his bulge pressing against you. The heat of the moment was getting to him too.

To say you had always had an attraction to your boss would be a bit of an understatement. Aaron was a constant presence in your fantasies ever since you had joined the team. With his authoritative presence and the way he took control, you often found yourself wondering if he were the same in the bedroom. And now that you’ve gotten yourself in this situation, those thoughts are skyrocketing.

“Keep dancing. There’s a man looking at the two of you on the other side of the room,” came Morgan’s voice in the ear piece that you were wearing. “Reid, are you able to get a clear view?”

“Affirmative,” said the genius over the ear piece.

Maybe you should be more concerned. You are in fact working. You’re supposed to be catching this unsub. But when Aaron grips you tighter and his lips are to the shell of your ear, your brain could hardly comprehend the rest of what’s going on around you. “Can you feel what you did to me?” He murmured into your ear, pressing himself closer to you. “Perhaps I should take you home later.”

It’s all just an act. You’re both professionals, putting on a facade to catch the bad guy. And yet it felt so real. With the obvious hard-on that Aaron was sporting, the obvious shakiness in his breath, the weakness you felt in your knees from his voice. It was all so much. And yet, it was all an act.

You're falling hard, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a lush

Your love, your love, my love

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love (I'm in love)

I'm in love (I'm in love)

That night, after the successful catching of the unsub, you had gotten back to your hotel room absolutely beat. Usually, after catching the bad guy, you guys are on the jet, going back to Virginia. But Aaron had requested that you all leave in the morning, exclaiming that you all deserved a night of genuine rest before traveling. So you had gotten back to your hotel room, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and were now sitting on the bed, reading when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

You frowned, checking the time. Who would be knocking at your hotel door at one in the morning? You got up from the bed, walking over to the door. You checked the peep hole, seeing Aaron standing out there still dressed in the outfit he wore at the club. You unlocked the hotel door, opening it. “Sir?” You said, looking confused at your boss. “Is everything alright?”

Aaron looked at you, eyeing you up and down for a moment as he took in your form. You were dressed in a tank top and shorts, revealing much more of your skin than he had seen before. You couldn’t help but feel a bit self conscious under his stare and yet you did nothing to move. Because you secretly loved it. After a moment of silence, Aaron cleared his throat, looking at your eyes. “I wanted to see how you’re holding up after tonight,” he said, his voice a bit rough.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you bit your lip. “I’m good,” you said softly. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good too,” he replied, nodding his head.

It was silent between the two of you. The tension was obvious at that point. Or maybe you were just tense. Who really knew? Nothing was said or done as you both just looked at each other. Until a few moments later.

You don’t really know who made the first move. All you knew was that your lips crashed with Aaron’s and he pushed the both of you into the hotel room, closing the door behind himself without his lips leaving yours. Clothes flew across the room, soft noises escaped your mouth as Aaron kissed you harshly and passionately. It had most definitely been pent up.

Down on the West coast, they got their icons

Their silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

Down on the West coast, they love their movies

Their golden gods and Rock 'n' Roll groupies

And you've got the music

You've got the music in you, don't you?

You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire

I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher

Te deseo, cariño, boy, it's you I desire

Your love, your love, my love

The back of your legs hit the mattress as Aaron gently pushed you towards it. The both of you were naked, kissing passionately. The tension from the whole night just building up inside the both of you. Aaron pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “If you want me to stop, now would be the time to let me know,” he whispered against your lips.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered back, your hand trailing down his chest.

Aaron let out a shaky breath. “I want you so bad,” he said.

“Then have me.”

A statement that held so much power. It was all the consent that Aaron needed. “Sit down,” he commanded softly, gesturing to the edge of the bed. And of course you obeyed with no questions asked, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

It felt surreal to say the least. Your fantasies of your boss were becoming a reality. It had certainly been the energy from the club that really caused so much tension. Part of you was nervous about what would happen afterward. Sleeping with your boss is never a good idea. But whatever happened on the West Coast, stayed on the West Coast.

Aaron dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. He trailed his fingers from your ankle to your thighs, leaning down to press a small kiss on your right thigh before kissing the left thigh. He slowly pulled your legs apart, revealing your cunt to him. It was glistening, wet from nothing but just kissing him. And he adored it. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured.

“Only for you,” you murmured back.

“Yeah?” He asked, giving you a small smirk. “Good girl.” And without any hesitation, he dived in, licking a stripe from your clit to your hole and then back to your clit. You gasped and moaned, reaching to grip Aaron’s hair. When you say you had never gotten your pussy eaten this good, you truly mean it. Aaron was eating you out in ways you’d never felt before, diving into it as though he were a starving man who had just gotten food for the first time.

His nose was against your clit, rubbing it as he tongued your hole, lapping around your pussy. He let out his own soft noises, gripping your thighs so that you couldn’t move. And you? You most certainly were moaning like a whore.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

Your first orgasm was absolutely gorgeous. Aaron had made you cum on his tongue in less than five minutes. You had clenched your thighs so hard around Aaron’s head that he thought for just a split second that he would pass out in between your thighs. And honestly, that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. You tasted heavenly, like nectar blessed by the Gods above.

“Aaron,” you moaned after your orgasm, desperately needing his cock inside of you. “Need you so bad,” you said, looking down at your handsome boss.

He looked up at you, face glistening with your juices as he slowly stood up. You couldn’t help but look at his cock, wanting it so badly. Aaron certainly wasn’t below average. His cock was about seven inches but my god was it girthy. It will stretch you out so nicely, in a way that you desperately craved. Your hole clenched at that very thought, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Aaron.

“You need my cock, pretty girl?” He asked softly, reaching down to grip his cock, pumping it slowly.

You nodded your head, giving a sultry pout as you looked up at Aaron. “Need your cock so bad, sir,” you exclaimed.

Aaron let out a soft moan at your words, especially to you saying ‘sir’. It sent a rush down to his cock. Your sultry and whiny voice, begging for him to take you. You calling him “sir” just was the cherry on top. You were perfect and he adored it. He adored you. “I’ll give you my cock, baby,” he exclaimed, moving so he could align himself to your pussy. He slowly eased himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you while also letting out a low moan.

You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets below you as you clenched around his cock. The stretch certainly hurt though that was expected. You truthfully hadn’t had sex in quite awhile and Aaron was bigger than most people you’ve been with. Regardless, you were just glad to be filled. You craved it. As Aaron bottomed out, he stayed still for a few minutes, waiting for you to adjust to his size. You took a few minutes to get used to it, allowing your body time to relax. And soon, you were ready for him to move. “You can move,” you licked your lips, looking up at your boss.

Aaron took a moment to look at you, admiring your beauty. He couldn’t help it. You were just so beautiful. However, without any further hesitation, he began thrusting his hips slowly inside of you, making you both groan in pleasure. To say Aaron craved this was an understatement. He had wanted you since the day you had joined the team. It had taken everything in his power to make sure your relationship stayed strictly professional. And perhaps it will remain so when you guys get back to the East Coast. But tonight? Tonight was the night for indulging. Because the desire was simply just too much.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned underneath Aaron, closing your eyes in pleasure as his hips began moving faster. His cock thrusted in and out of you, stretching you so good and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “Feels so good,” you whimpered in pleasure.

“God, you’re so tight,” Aaron let out a choked moan. Your pussy was clenching his cock, adding to his pleasure. “And so wet.” Your cunt was perfect, clenching him as though it were made for his cock and his cock only.

Aaron’s thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you. The room was filled with the loud moans of the both of you while skin hit skin. The squelching of your pussy was echoing in the room. You could feel that heat building in your abdomen as Aaron’s cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. “Oh my god!” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Aaron could feel the pleasure building inside of him, ready to erupt inside of you at any given moment. “I’m so close, baby,” he groaned, looking down at you as he fucked you. Your tits were bouncing, your cheeks were flushed while your eyes were closed. You were moaning his name as a mantra just as he moaned yours. And soon, you were cumming around his cock with your back arching and your toes curling. Aaron followed suit, letting out a long “fuuuck,” as he came. His cum shot inside of you, rope after rope as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs, Aaron pulled out of you slowly before collapsing onto the bed right next to you. You looked up at the ceiling, finally comprehending the fact that you fucked your boss and now the unknowns of what will happen afterwards were integrating your mind. But as Aaron took you into his arms, those thoughts slowly crawled away. It doesn’t need to be so complicated.

I can see my baby swinging

His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love

I can see my sweet boy swaying

He's crazy y cubano como yo, la-la

On the balcony and I'm saying

Move baby, move baby, I'm in love

I'm in love

I'm in love

What happens in the West Coast stays in the West Coast.